Page 1 of My Boyfriend's Bully

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“Come on, get naked!” Hank hollered at the TV. “Why put hot chicks in a movie if you’re not gonna show their tits and ass?” He snorted and tipped the can of beer to his lips, his free hand inside his boxer briefs, rubbing his hard dick. “What a shit movie,” he huffed and guzzled the rest of his beer, crushed the can in his fist, and threw it at the television.

Hank pulled his hand from his crotch and left the sofa. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbed the last beer, and popped the tab, downing a quarter of the contents.

“Where the fuck is Miles?” he grumbled as he returned to the living room and plopped on the sofa. He snatched his phone from the coffee table, set aside his beer, and made a call. His hand slipped back inside his boxers, massaging his cock while he watched the TV where hot college girls in skimpy bikinis frolicked on the deck of a yacht. His face twitched. “Show me some tits already, you sluts.”

“Excuse me?”A timid voice came through the phone.

“Oh, it’s you,” Hank muttered. “Where the fuck are you?” Without waiting for an answer, he barreled ahead. “I’m outta beer. Bring me a couple of six packs.Now.”

“I’m kind of in the middle of something. Can I bring them by in an hour or so?”

Suchinsolence. “I know what you’re doing,” Hank sneered. “Pull your queer-bo boyfriend’s dick from your ass and get me my fucking beer.”

“We’re not—”

“Get. Me. My. Fucking. Beer,” Hank ordered. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

A quiet sigh filtered through the phone.“Okay. I’m going.”

“Don’t ya mean you’recumming?”Hank drawled. “Or ain’t your fag boy gettin’ the job done?”

“You’re so gross,”the young man mumbled.

“I’m the gross one? You’re the one taking cock up the ass—and down the throat.” He snickered. “Speaking of which… rent’s due today.”

“But it’s only the—”

“Today. Understand?”

“Yes,”Miles whispered.

“Good. Now, hurry the fuck up. I’mthirsty.”

The line went dead.

Hank chuckled and tossed the phone onto the sofa, picked up his beer, and rubbed his dick harder, eyes resting heavy on the TV screen—in desperate need of a hot, tight hole to ram his cock.

“I have to go.” Miles started to lift off Matt’s cock.

“What?” Matt squeezed his waist and pulled him back down, rocking his dick up inside him. “Seriously?” he panted. “I need to cum.” Matt slid his hands to Miles’s hips and rotated his boyfriend’s ass on his stiff cock. “Oh god, fuck me, baby.”

Miles moaned. “Hank doesn’t like to wait for his beer.”

“Fuck Hank,” Matt growled. “He’s a dick.” He thrust deeper inside Miles, stealing the other boy’s breath. “Start fucking me again and we’ll be done in no time.”

“Uuhh…” Miles gripped Matt’s arms. “I… I can’t… wait… I have to go...”

“I have tocum.”Matt squeezed his lover’s bare ass and pulled Miles harder against him, fucking him a little faster. “Just a few more minutes, baby,” he groaned, sliding his dick in and out of Miles’s tight hole. “Uuhhh…fuck…”

Miles clutched his shoulders and panted. “I can’t,” he whimpered. “Hank expects me therenow.”

“He’s your stepbrother, not your master,” Matt puffed. “You don’t have to cater to his every whim.”

“I kind of do.” Miles dug his short nails into Matt’s heated skin, breathing harder. “It… it’s how I pay my rent.”

“By being his slave?” Matt gouged his ass cheeks, spreading them wider. His fingers slipped into Miles’s crack and rubbed his stretched hole, his own hard dick raking his fingertips as it pumped inside the other boy.

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