Story Orgy Monday - Moore's Rider (NSFW)

Hello, Story Orgy fans! I hope you had a great weekend and are as cool as a cucumber. I actually saw a little white fluffy cloud pass through my Texas sky the other day. But, I’m not going to let that get me down *spritzes with water bottle and stands in front of fan*.

Whew! Yeah, this week’s picture for the SO picture prompt will have you spritzing too. Just look at him. GRRRROUGH! Much thanks to Jade for the visual inspiration.

However, before we move into my story, I would like to take a moment to share the link to my muse’s new single release Jack’s Way. Psst..Em Woods is the bomb-diggity. This is good stuff!

Okay, moving right along. Are you ready for Moore’s Rider? Let’s find out what makes Damon and Titus tick, what’d’ya say? C’mon, don’t be skeered. Once my boys have shared the joys of love, don’t forget to hop on over to the fellow orgiasts’ blogs to see how they were inspired this week.

  

Moore’s Rider

Damon Rider rocked to his knees, slowly stroking his cock as bath bubbles slid down his chest to his stomach, then his legs. He loved to put on a show for his lover, Titus Moore. And Titus was only few feet away. The only thing separating them was a pane of glass.

Titus had built this custom bathroom at Damon’s request, just for his voyeuristic desires, but knew Titus gave in so quickly because he enjoyed watching his boy. They had no need to worry about neighbors since they lived in the country, so, the room was constructed with huge windows, the outside walls basically transparent.

Damon stood in the bath, his head drifting from side to side, eyes half closed with a relaxed pleasure he hadn’t felt since, well, yesterday. He cast a glance at his lover. He took in every detail of the muscles honed from years of construction, the slight peppering of grey in Titus’s dark hair. A stark contrast to his own slim build and blond hair.

He knew just how to tease his man, and it worked. Titus massaged his dick through his shorts, but Damon could tell by the gleam in his eyes that Titus had had enough of that.

Yeah, he’s ready for my tight ass.

Damon turned around, still able to see his lover in the reflection of the mirror. Clad in silver chain and matching bracelet Damon had bought him for his last birthday, Titus rose to his feet and slid his loose shorts down his legs. His eyes fixed on the bathtub show, Titus worked his cock in his hand.

Yeah daddy. C’mon. Damon’s breath grew heavy as his eagerness elevated. He watched his muscled daddy walk up to the windowpane directly behind him. Titus rubbed his cock on the glass. Damon probed two sudsy fingers into his asshole, anticipating what was to come.

Damon turned and gave Titus a gaze. A stare that said he needed to be manhandled. Damon’s eyes gravitated to the purple head and thick veins as Titus mashed his hefty cock into the glass. One flexing crook of his finger with a flash of wanting eyes and Damon had Titus headed for the door. Titus stepped to the side and turned the lever, jerking the see-through entrance open.

Damon has never been one to hide his needs. “Are you gonna try and hurt my hole?”

Titus shut the door and walked a direct path to the side of the tub, slapping his dick into the palm of his free hand, teasingly. “Son, you want this?”

Damon straddled the side of the bath. Not wasting any time he engulfed the hot prick.

“That’s my boy. Eat that dick.” Titus’ voice was low and abrasive.

Damon gagged as Titus pushed on the back of his head, stretching Damon’s throat around the head of his cock. Titus withdrew and plunged to the back of Damon’s throat once more. “My boy likes that, huh?”

Teary-eyed, Damon grunted and moaned as he swallowed, eagerly pleasing his groping sugar daddy.

“Show me that ass again.” Titus lifted Damon’s head with a handful of hair, leaving Damon trailing spit from his chin and down the sides of Titus’s beautiful cock.

Damon turned around with his knees on the side of the tub.

“Wait, babe. Try this.” Titus reached for a nearby shelf and grabbed a towel. “Much easier on the knees, don’t you think?”

“You take such good care of me.”

“Yeah, and you take care of me too, boy.” Titus leaned down to help Damon spread the towel on the bath’s edge. Damon’s breath fled when Titus planted his lips on his and Damon’s mouth filled with Titus’s exploring tongue.

Titus pulled away swiftly and Damon’s ass stung from the power of his lover’s hand. “Now, get back on your knees.”

Damon knelt on the side of the tub and held onto the wide, custom-ordered soap dish opposite him. Watching Titus’s every move in his reflection, Damon saw him reach to the same shelf he got the towel from. His hand disappeared under a towel and reemerged grasping Damon’s favorite toy, a ten inch rubber dildo.

“Who’s my dirty boy?”

“I am.” Looking over his shoulder, Damon wiggled his ass, not too proud to say whatever it took to get Titus to play.

“Suck on this like it’s my cock.” Titus held the dildo to Damon’s lips.

Damon took the tip of the rubber dick into his mouth, coating it with his spit. His ass crack warmed quickly with Titus’s breath and felt the tickling of spit roll down to his hole and knew that Titus was prepping him.

Moaning and licking on his toy, Damon relaxed his ass muscles as Titus slipped the length of one finger in. Then a second.

“You’re almost ready, boy. Give me your toy.” Titus still worked his two fingers in and out, twisting them each time.

“Oohh damn. That’s nice.” Damon handed Titus the slickened toy.

Damon felt the length of the slick rubber shaft glide along the insides of his ass cheeks. Then the tip pressed firmly against his ring of muscle. “Right there. Push it in.”

No sooner than the words escaped his lips, Damon grunted in pleasure.

Titus worked the dildo in and out, twisting and turning it. Damon’s ass took in more shaft with each stroke. “Oh my…son of a bitch…fuck…damn!” Damon worked his body just like his man taught him, his ass high in the air, back arched as far as he could get it. Damon rocked back and forth on his knees.

“That’s right. Your last name ain’t Rider for nothing. Ride that dick.” Titus’s daddy tone dipped a little deeper.

Damon held on to the soap dish as if it were a handlebar. The knuckles pressed into his ass cheeks, letting him know that all ten inches were inside him. “Give me your dick, daddy. I need to feel your heat.”

He felt the dildo slip out. Then felt the searing heat he longed for. Titus’s cock pressed into his ready hole.

“Don’t tease me, daddy.” Damon pushed back with the leverage from the soap holder. “Ahh. Yes!”

Damon knew Titus understood what was expected. After all, they both shared every desire and expected nothing less. “Oh. Fuck. Yes.” Damon embraced Titus’s inner beast.

A firm grip on both hips told Damon his wishes were about to be granted.

“Hold still and take this dick. You asked for it. You’re gonna get it.”

Damon’s ass welcomed his lover’s thick hot dick. As Titus stretched his asshole with slow, purposeful strokes, Damon’s thoughts ran wild. As did his mouth. “Fuck my ass big daddy! Work that cock. Who’s my daddy?!”

Damon ground out between clenched teeth. “God. Yess. Work my hole!”

“C’mon, Sweet Pea. You know the drill.”

With a supporting hand from his lover, Damon flipped onto his back, gripping Titus’s thick cock with his tight ass. Still hanging onto the bar on the soap dish, Damon raised his legs and propped them on his Titus’s shoulders. “I do know the drill. So, fuck my hole daddy. I need your dick.”

With his back arched over the padded tub, Damon gripped Titus’s flexed thighs and the two lovers worked together, back and forth.  

“Oh gawd yes. You’re so fuckin’ hot.” Titus groaned as he slammed his cock into his toy, his love boi.

Damon braced himself with one hand in the bathwater and stroked with his free hand. “Ram my ass! Yes! Yes!”

Damon worked  his ass in circles, and then with driving force he arched and took every inch of Titus’s meaty cock.

The pressure moving smoothly over his gland was enough to send him over the edge. Taking his own dick in hand, Damon stroked fast and hard.

Damon moaned loudly as his ass filled with Titus’s cum, his own release exploding from the tip of his cock, load after load.

Titus filled the tiled room with groans and Damon turned over. Sliding into the water, Damon pulled his man in to join him.

With a passionate kiss, Damon asked, “Can I have a back porch too?”

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Wow! I need a back porch too! Good grief…I need to refill my spritzer bottle. Or, replace it with a Mister’s hose. Ermm…I mean mister hose. Oh hell, never mind. You know what I mean. Now, let’s go see how the other’s were inspired. C’mon, follow me…

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/

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Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

  Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/