Page 28 of Oliver

“What did they let you guys do?” he asks. “Did you even get to be kids?”

I chuckle slightly. “Oh, they had us signed up for so many lessons we stayed busy that way. Or they would ship us off to some high end summer camp somewhere. I took piano, which they made me practice religiously, and Olivia did dance. We both had swimming lessons, which I actually enjoyed for the most part, and Olivia took equestrian classes, too. I ended up being on the swim team in high school because that, tennis, and golf were the only sports they would allow. They also had us take etiquette classes. It wasn’t terrible, but clearly not as enjoyable as a fair, and less for our benefit and more for theirs.”

“You play piano?” he says. I nod.

“Are you any good?” He gives me a cheeky grin.

“Quite good, actually, though it’s been a long time, so I’m rather rusty. I did win my share of competitions, though. Honestly, it was never something I did for myself, just another thing to be the good son they wanted me to be. They loved bragging to all their rich friends about how good I was, but I think that made me grow to resent it more. I got an earful when I started college and told them I was quitting.”

“I bet,” he says, then grips my hand again.

“Want some ice cream?” I nod and we indulge in some soft serve cones, trying to gobble them down before they melt all over us. Hunter reaches over and wipes some ice cream that has dribbled down my chin onto his thumb before putting it in his mouth and sucking it off, staring right at me the entire time. And yes, my cock twitches.

We wash our hands after, and reapply sunscreen since it’s been a while, then continue on our way, passing the scads of different birds, before we reach Otter Falls, where we see the Giant River Otter, another endangered animal. Right next to the otters are two more endangered animals, the Rodrigues Fruit Bat and the Red Panda, which looks similar to a fox, in my opinion, with its white and red fur, and is quite cute. I’m finding out about so many animals I didn’t even realize existed today and the wealth of knowledge is fascinating. Hunter snaps a few more pictures on his phone as I read about them. The Rodrigues Fruit Bat apparently lives in colonies consisting of one male and several females, much like a harem, which I point out to Hunter and he smirks. “Intrigued?” he says.

“Quite,” I reply, smiling. “Doesn’t seem so bad. Though I think I might do it a little differently.” He chuckles and pecks my cheek.

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

Honestly, I can’t either, but I find it liberating to talk about my sexuality and desires. Things I’ve never dared voice before,or even let take up much space in my head. Not that I actually want a harem of men, but, “Are there books like that?” I say, turning to him. “With male harems?”

He nods. “Sure are, and they’re hot as hell.”

I grin. “Ooh, I do think I would like reading that.”

He chuckles and pulls me along.

We make our way to the African Plains where we pay to feed the giraffes, and Hunter cackles when the one I’m feeding leans down and licks my face, making me splutter. The attendants apologize and give me something to clean myself with, thankfully.

Next is the zebra and rhinoceros, followed by the penguins and bears.

By the time we’ve seen everything there is to see, I’m knackered, and Hunter looks pretty tired too. We head back to our campsite and collapse on the bed after stripping down to just our underwear, curled up in each other’s arms once again.

I wake to a rock hard cock against my arse and moan when Hunter begins to rut against me, his hand on my hip in a death grip. “Fuck, Oli I need you,” he breathes. “Need you so bad, baby. It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside you.” I feel my underwear sliding down to just underneath my arse cheeks in the back, the air against my naked skin arousing me further, making my hole flutter and my cock twitch. I’m so damn hard already, my precum leaking through my underwear in the front where they’re pulling tight against my erection.

I hear the tell tale sound of the cap on the lube bottle clicking open and bend my top leg, allowing him better access. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs. “So fucking perfect for me, Oli. You gonna let me fuck you, baby? Gonna let me use this pretty hole until I’m coming inside you?” I nod, my cock throbbing now and oozing copious amounts of precum, a large wet spot forming on my underwear.

“Such a good boy,” Hunter purrs as his cock lines up with my hole. “I’m gonna leave your underwear around your cock, baby. Wanna see how wet I can make you.” Fuck, why is that so hot? My cock jerks repeatedly as he runs his finger up and down it. “You won’t come this time,” he says, his lips ghosting over my ear. “You’ll let me use you, touch you, however I want, but you won’t come. This is for me. My pleasure. Understand, beautiful?” I’m shaking when I nod. He reaches out and slaps my cock, making me gasp.

“Fuck,” I cry.

“Use your words, Oli,” he instructs. “Understand?”

“Yes,” I answer, breathlessly.

“Yes, what?”

“I won’t come. I’ll let you use me, but I won’t come.”

“Good boy,” he says again, then grips my hip again and pushes his cock inside me. It burns as he fills me, stretches me, uses me, having not been stretched first, but the more he fills me, the more the pain ebbs and pleasure takes over, until he’s fully seated inside me and my cock is throbbing, aching to be touched, begging for release that I know I won’t get. His arm wraps around me and he holds me to him, as he pulls out almost all the way and then shoves back in. He does it again, pulling out slightly less, before pushing all the way back inside. I hate that we have to have a barrier between us. I want his bare cock inside me so badly. Want him to fill me with his seed until I can’t take anymore.

“God, that’s good,” he moans, sliding in and out of me slowly, using me, claiming me. He presses kisses to my shoulder and upper back, his leg slung over mine as he moves, impaling me on his cock. Every movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and my underwear is soaked in my precum, my cock so hard it hurts. “So damn good, Oli. You feel fuckingamazing, baby, choking my cock. So tight, so hot. God, I want to stay inside you forever.”

I whimper when his dick pegs my prostate over and over as he thrusts inside me, chasing his pleasure, then gasp when he grips my hair with his other hand and yanks, making my cock spasm. I’m so close to coming I can’t stop the tears from sliding down my cheeks.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart,” he praises, and I sob harder as my cock jerks. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life, so desperate for release. “So good for me, sweet Oli. Your ass was made to take my cock, beautiful.” His thrusts are torturous, just perfect enough that I’m being kept on the edge but unable to come.

“Gonna come now, baby,” he tells me, picking up his pace. His grip on my hair tightens as does the arm around my middle. I’m terrified I’ll come, but seconds later he’s moaning, “Oh, God, Oli, fuck, so good, baby, so damn good,” as he milks himself on my arse and I feel his warmth filling the condom buried deep inside me. He collapses against my back, his leg still slung over mine. He presses more kisses to my heated skin and slides out of me, my body trembling still as I breathe and try to convince my cock to calm down.

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