The Movers

Rob is at it again, this time hiring a pair of movers who are studly Italian cousins. They’re willing to give Rob a swing on their alpha male meat in exchange for a few dollars, which is a great trade for Rob. Can Rob handle this moving company’s masculine machismo?!

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Rob hated his father, so he very much disliked being in his father’s home. Rob had moved out when he was still in high school. Dad had given him a large sum of money, which Rob used to needle and annoy his dad.
But Rob did still love his mother, and that’s why he agreed to help. Her Christmas present was to be a renovation of her vacation house in Secaucus, New Jersey. Since Rob was fashionable, his father asked him to supervise the decoration and furnishing of the newly renovated section of the home. Rob agreed, despite his dislike for his father, because he enjoyed interior decorating, and he still loved his mother.
Rob finished up wallpapering the hallway with a fabulous Italian design his mother was sure to love. That was when two men showed up, and Rob’s heart skipped a beat. They were two sturdy movers, cousins, carrying a couch up the stairs, and they were both built like stevedores. Their t-shirts — which were too small for their bulging muscles — said Milligan Moving Services. They both had dense black hair on their heads and tufts of curly chest hair, and they walked like their bodies were too wide with muscle to fit atop their hips. One — Dante — had a long mop of curly hair that reached to his shoulders, while the other — Vito — had a short fro. Both their hairs were matted and tangled, and their t-shirts were sweat-stained.
“Lift ya side up, gaguzz’,” said Dante, the older one. He had a craggy face and a square jaw. They both grunted as they struggled to fit up the top of the stairs into the hallway.
“I am, man, shut the fuck up.”
“Get it up higher, man!”
“Shut ya fuckin’ mouth, Dante! You ain’t the boss of me!” said Vito, the younger one, who frowned and hissed at him. He struggled to exclaim while still holding onto the heavy couch. “I’ll beat ya ass, don’t think I won’t.”
“You just try it!”
Their argument was halted moments later because Rob’s father arrived in the hall. Rob was disappointed, but he used the opportunity to position himself where Vito would have to brush right past him. Rob caught a whiff of his chest hair and his sweaty musk as he went by. It was an intoxicating, heady aroma that made Rob’s dick hard.
Then Rob resumed wallpapering, trying to ignore his erection and the pair of massive brown beasts squeezing through the narrow hallway behind him. They got the couch into position in the sitting room, silent now that Rob’s father watched with a stern gaze. The couch had cost more than ten grand, so he wanted to be sure it was not damaged.
“Hey, Mistuh Winthrop, can we get a glass of watuh?” Dante asked, breathless and heaving when they were finally done. Sweat dripped from his brow and soaked his t-shirt, which clung to his chest.
Dad rolled his eyes and hid his frown, but Rob sensed his displeasure. Dad hated what he called “the common man”. He had grown up in a time and place where men like Vito and Dante didn’t talk in the presence of men like him, and they certainly didn’t ask for water.
“Fine,” Dad said. “Help yourself to the tap water in the kitchen.” He handed Rob the cash and lowered his voice so the movers couldn’t hear. “Here. Pay them when they leave. Don’t give them a tip. I don’t pay galoots to drink my water.” Then he stalked away without waiting for Rob to respond.
Rob hid near the kitchen and watched them get a glass of water. They had sensed that Dad didn’t like them, and once they were sure he wasn’t near the kitchen, they whispered about what a shithead he was. Vito even grabbed the bag of deli salami from the refrigerator and shoved the meat in his mouth — he didn’t seem to be hungry, he just did it because he could and he wanted to get revenge on Rob’s father.
“Hey, I’m-a dip my balls in his buttah,” Vito said, his deep voice booming as he laughed.
“Be quiet, man, he’ll hear!”
Rob came around the corner then, smiling. He put his hands up and smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad,” he said. He saw Vito with his fat cock and balls out, ready to plop his sac in the butter dish in his left hand. His other hand held his shirt up, while he spread his hips to keep his pants up with his belt undone.
“What? Oh…”
“You okay wit’ it?”
“I hate my dad,” Rob said. “So I won’t get you in trouble.” He handed over the money. “This is what he wanted me to pay you. There’s no tip.”
“What a fucking dickhead!”
“I am teabagging his buttah.”
“No, no, he doesn’t live here, that’s not his butter,” Rob said. “It’s my Mom’s. You wanna get back at him and earn yourself a tip?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Whatchoo got in mind, suh?”
“Let me play with your dick” He paused. Vito, the young one with a thick fro, was shocked, mouth agape. “I’m not very big or strong, and I… sometimes I have trouble with… male problems,” Rob said. This excuse usually convinced them. “Being able to touch a manly man… it helps.” The older one, Dante, nodded and grinned. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks each,” Rob added.
“Well, fuck that is alright,” Dante said with a nervous chuckle. He looked to his younger compatriot like he knew Vito would be less enthusiastic. Dante bristled and laughed at him.
“What?!” Vito nearly screamed. It looked like his head was about to explode. He ran his fingers through the dense fro on his head and his chest muscles all writhed as though they wanted to escape his too-tight, sweat-choked shirt.
“What? I told you ‘bout Julius,” Dante said with a cocky grin — Julius was Dante’s cellmate when he was in lockup years ago. Dante had bragged about how horny he got without women until finally he had forced Julius to jack him off with his mouth.
Vito’s handsome square jaw was agog. He murmured some semi-Italian insults at his cousin.
With a smirk on his face, Rob stepped between them. He approached Dante and gently rubbed his bicep, which was twice as wide as Rob’s entire head. It didn’t even feel like flesh — except for the network of coarse black hairs over it — it felt more like a warm stone statue.
Vito paced around the kitchen, shorts still pulled down so his bare cock and balls dangled. His thick pubic bush was visible, and as he walked, his limp dick swayed, swinging out of the hair. He finally realized his dick was out and he tucked it back in.
Rob smiled at Dante, who did not smile back. He had a mean face, like a Mafia enforcer, with swarthy skin, a square jaw and a scar over his right cheek. Dante made a kissy face, then laughed when Rob’s eyes opened wide in excitement.
“Nah, I ain’t kissin’ you, fairyboy,” Dante said. “If you wanna jack my dick, you can. Might make you tougher. Julius got tougher when he was in there, cuz I made his tubby ass work out, when he weren’t jackin’ me off, broh.” He had a cocky laugh, and he made a sound that was in imitation of Julius slobbering and gagging on his fat cock.
“Who’s Julius?” Rob asked as he sunk to his knees. He sniffed the sweat-stained shorts Dante wore. He must wear these to all of his moving jobs, Rob thought, because they smelled like a jockstrap, like they had been marinating in Dante’s olive oil-scented sweat. They didn’t really stink — Rob didn’t even smell it until he nestled his nose in the fabric — but the scent was intense and arousing. He felt the meat of Dante’s uncut cock through his shorts too.
“I was in state prison for three years,” Dante said. “You gotta understand, a man like me can’t go three years wit’out blowin’ a nut-“
“You can jack yaself off!” Vito yelled. His deep voice boomed. He was on the other side of the room, looking away like he would turn to stone if he saw it.
“I ain’t a fuckin’ teenager, Vito! Shut ya mouth,” Dante said. He looked down at Rob and smiled, moving closer and swaying like he was so horny he couldn’t resist humping Rob’s thigh like a dog. “You ain’t as pretty as Julius, he look just like that actress from that movie when I put him in a wig. He was my cellmate the last year and a half. He was this flouncy shit, but he got throat like a god, I ain’t ‘shamed to admit it, nosuh-“
“You should be, pervert,” Vito said.
“Shut the fuck up. If you wasn’t a little boy, you’d have been locked up too. And when that happens, I give you about a week ’til you get ya butthole wrecked-” He made a circle with two fingers and then exploded them with his other hand. He pointed at Vito.
“Bullshit! I’ll kick a mothahfuckah’s ass!” Vito said
Dante guffawed, clapped and cheered, while Vito blushed and said something vitriolic that was drowned out by Dante’s reaction. His limp cock twitched in front of Rob.
“It wouldn’t get hard wit’out no female, no way, broh,” Vito said. He kept his face aimed away, nose held high.
“Shut up, Vito.”
Before Vito could say anything else, Rob swallowed Dante’s cock. It was limp and greasy, tasting spicy, like hot Italian sausage. It was fleshy, the only part of his body that was soft. Rob’s hands roamed over his chest, beneath his sweat-soaked t-shirt, massaging the iron-like muscles of his chest and his flat belly.
The hair of Dante’s torso was coarse and rough. Rob sighed as his fingers ensconced in the dense nest on his chest, while his muscles rippled beneath Rob’s fingertips. His cock perked up right away in Rob’s mouth, seemingly in sync with Vito’s continued whooping and shocked gasps.
Vito said something in Italian then — Rob didn’t know any Italian, but even he could tell that it was poorly articulated. Vito was just imitating someone, he didn’t actually know Italian. He crossed his arms over his chest, which accentuated the muscles beneath his sleeveless shirt. He stood close enough that Rob could feel the body heat radiating off him.
“Your Italian is terrible.” Dante didn’t look away from his dick in Rob’s throat even though he aimed his words at Vito. He pounded on his broad chest with one fist.
“Don’t insult my Italian, old man! My pops taught me that!”
“Your daddy ain’t even speak Italian, Vito!” Dante said. His dick spasmed in Rob’s mouth as he bristled and yelled at Vito. He raised his chin at Vito too, making Vito snort with vituperation.
Vito pushed Dante, who pushed Vito back. Rob was jostled between their massive bodies. He was unable to focus on swallowing Dante’s dick because it was all he could do to remain upright, battered between such strong men. His hands were exploring Dante’s hairy chest under his sweat-sopping shirt, his fingers tweaking Dante’s nipples when his pecs flexed. He felt Vito’s chest through their undershirts too, since Vito was chest-to-chest with Dante.
“Yes, he did. Fuck you, pansy! Donchu talk ‘bout my pops-” Vito spat in Dante’s face.
With his face buried in Dante’s crotch, Rob didn’t see the punch, but he heard it. There was a loud crack and an oomph before Vito collapsed to the ground.
Vito jumped to his feet, roaring in anger. “You fuckhead, I’ll destroy you!” But he didn’t seem to want to actually touch Dante because he didn’t want to touch Rob, who remained kneeling between the two cousins. Blood trickled from Vito’s nose. He got real close, jutting his broad chest out and bumping up against both Dante and Rob.
As the two cousins focused on their fight, Rob tried to get his bobbing and moving cock back in his mouth. Dante was red-faced, staring intensely on Vito, like he had forgotten Rob was there. He was hobbled in moving by his pants being lowered to his thighs. Rob chased his cock with his mouth but kept a hand on it too, slowly rubbing it as Dante pounded his chest again.
“You’re a fucking gaguzz’,” Dante said with a chuckle. He snorted and looked down at Rob, watching his cock slide back down Rob’s throat.
Dante was distracted then by a moan escaping from his lips. He blushed and looked away from Vito, whose eyes were wide as he watched, shocked. Dante’s dick spasmed, and a few drops of precum leaked into Rob’s throat. The fight had distracted Dante, so this was him finally realizing that his cock was hard and ready to go all the way into Rob’s mouth.
Vito made a big, dramatic show of doing the sign of the cross over his chest. Then he lifted the gold crucifix between his pecs, kissed it and dropped it back. Dante chuckled throatily, took his dick out of Rob’s mouth and thwacked it against his palm so as to make his precum splash onto Vito’s belly.
“Ew, man, that’s some nasty shit, don’t do that-“
“Shut the fuck up.” Dante advanced on Vito with a cocky grin like he was going to ram his dick into Vito’s chest or belly. Vito flinched, and Dante laughed. Then when Vito was trying not to flinch again as Dante flexed a bicep and made a fist, Dante actually did jam his erect shaft onto Vito’s belly, barely visible where his undershirt had gotten rolled up a few inches. His body hair ran in a treasure trail down to his crotch, blending in with the pubic hair that stuck out from the waistband of his jeans.
“Get off me, Dante! You a filthy nasty old shit-“
“Don’t be squeamish,” Dante said with a scoff. “You know ya daddy used-ta make hobos get him off, before he met ya mama-” Dante went back to Rob’s mouth and forced his dick right back in.
“Bullshit! I dunno how you can do that shit,” Vito said. Despite his disgust, it seemed his eyes were continually drawn to the sight. Every few seconds he tore himself away before eventually going back and watching again.
“Hundred bucks, man. And I get to blow a load,” Dante said. He shook his head, his thick mane of black hair shaking. “Damn…” He kissed his own crucifix. “Can you stop talking?” He gripped Rob by the ear and started very slowly moving Rob’s head up and down on his cockshaft. He remained still so he could simply move Rob’s head back and forth instead of moving his own dick.
“Still, man, you shouldn’t spill ya seed, it’s in the Bible.”
“What about doing coke and fucking two strippers at once? One of them having her kid asleep in the next room? Is that in the Bible?”
Rob pulled off and giggled. “That sounds too cool for the Bible,” he said. Then he deep-throated Dante’s cock so deep he gagged as his nose nuzzled the dense nest of pubic hair there. He inhaled deeply of Dante’s musky sweat.
“Oh, shut up, man, that’s different…”
“How?”
“It was a girl! Two girls!” Vito shouted. “At least it’s hot!”
Dante’s cock spasmed inside Rob’s mouth, either because he was startled by Vito’s shout or the mention of girls got his manhood excited. But whyever it happened, Dante didn’t notice. He was more focused on the argument, even as he continued to guide Rob’s head up and down.
“It’s still fornication, same damn thing. You gots to get to confessional anytime you blow ya nut when you ain’t married. Don’t matter if you jackin’ off or fuckin’ a dog or-” Dante said.
“I never fucked a dog!”
“If it had tits and a eight-ball, you would!” Dante said.
“Maybe I should tell Gina ‘bout this.” Vito pulled out his cell phone.
Dante roared and grabbed the phone out of his hand. “I swear to God, I will rip the pussy off your face.”
Another fight broke out. This time Rob couldn’t hope to keep on Dante’s cock while it went on. They were both too animated and too close to each other. Vito came up so near, trying to grab the phone back, that his crotch bumped into the back of Rob’s head. Dante and Vito could have nearly kissed, and Dante’s moist dick pressed into Vito’s jeans, though neither seemed to notice that.
Rob scurried away before the first punch was thrown. He watched Dante’s muscles writhe as he beat up Vito — though both were more or less equally strong, Dante was taller, older and simply better at fighting. Vito never had much of a chance.
“Fuck you!”
Soon Vito was on the ground, groaning, laying on his back. His t-shirt was torn in half, and he sputtered. Dante was on top of him, hard dick leaking precum onto Vito’s hairy chin. Dante thwacked his cock onto Vito’s face, leaving a layer of precum there.
“Get off me, old man!” Vito was going to say more, but he gagged when Dante tried to shove his dick in his mouth.
“Don’t be a prick then,” Dante hissed. “I’m doin’ this. We’re doin’ it to get back at Mistuh Winthrop anyway. You wanted to do that. If you don’t like it, you can go wait in the van.” He stood up and returned to Rob, plopping the tip of his dick into Rob’s mouth without stopping his conversation. “You was tryin’ to teabag his buttuh. Which is stupid, by the way.”
“You’re fuckin’ stupid! You’re nasty, you’s tryin’-a jack off wit’ some pervert.” He looked at Rob. “No offense.”
Dante clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You pussy-ass, Vito, you can’t even tell.” He groaned and reinserted his dick all the way down Rob’s throat. It tasted like fresh dickmeat all over again, and now tasted of Vito’s body as well, since it had touched the upper part of his cheeks where they peeked above his shorts. “A mouth is a mouth.”
“What?”
“Feels exactly like a female, you’d never know it wasn’t.
“I would.”
“Let’s try it. Let him go at you next. You’ll know who it is, but if you can look me in the eye and say you ain’t enjoy it-“
“Enjoy it? I couldn’t even get hard like that, man. No way. My dick right now has nevuh been softuh, man,” Vito said. He avoided eye contact with Rob like he might freak out if he saw his friend’s cock.
Dante pulled away from Rob’s face, tendrils of spit still connecting his dick to Rob’s lips. He just assumed that Rob was willing — which of course, he was — and he turned him around to face Vito’s crotch. Then Dante kneeled behind Rob and put his dick at Rob’s asshole. He didn’t penetrate him yet, he just waited there, teasing the rim of Rob’s ass.
His eyes open wide, mouth agape, Vito looked like he hadn’t expected to live up to his own prediction. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of Dante about to stick his dick in Rob’s ass.
Vito scoffed and rolled his eyes. He pulled his shorts down. His dick was fully limp and clammy, his balls a bit buttery. He sneered by lifting his upper lip as he slapped his cock over Rob’s face.
“You like dat mollywoppin’?” Vito said with a chuckle. He slapped Rob’s face again with his cock. “Remember when Tommy Rigilli passed out and we all mollywopped him?” He had a hoarse, donkey-like laugh.
Dante didn’t answer because he chose that moment to slide his dick into Rob’s ass. Rob had been so aroused for so long that he was loose and ready to go. Dante’s uncut cock popped right in.
He moaned as the first two-thirds or so of his massive prick fit easily in Rob’s ass. But then he felt resistance. He went slow at first, clicking his tongue caringly, massaging Rob’s back with both hands.
“Relax yaself, boy, it’s okay. I’m gonna git up inside ya,” Dante said.
Vito groaned and covered his eyes with one muscled forearm. He leaned back, like the more of his body that touched Rob the less likely he was to get hard. Vito’s hands fluttered above Rob’s head.
He was so focused on taking dick in his ass that Rob had nearly forgotten Vito had sworn he would not get hard. When Rob felt his dick perk up in his mouth, he smiled. He knew this was going to work.
So he ignored his ass — Dante seemed to have that under control anyway — and focused on deep-throating Vito’s dick. Rob knew perfectly well that he swallowed dick better than any woman. Sure enough, once he got every last bit of Vito’s fat cock in his mouth, it started to get hard.
Vito stopped laughing and groaning then. His hands kept instinctively going for Rob’s head — so he could grab on and plow down on his throat — but Vito didn’t want to touch him. So his hands just remained elevated, like he was surrendering to the police, alternating between holding them in the air and gripping his own head.
“Oh! Is that a hard dick! Huh?” Dante asked when he realized Vito was erect.
“Shut up, old man…”
“Huh? Who was it that’s too macho to get hard wit’out a couple girls and some coke?”
“I don’t need coke!”
“You ‘pparently don’t need girls neither,” Dante asked. He groaned as he ground his hips, moving his cock in a wide circle within Rob’s ass. Rob moaned around the dick in his throat, which started to let precum flow down into his stomach. Rob gurgled merrily.
“Man, you tricked me…”
Dante laughed as Vito blushed. His dick spasmed in Rob’s mouth. Dante began drilling his own cock harder and harder. When Rob didn’t complain or resist, he pounded away, slapping his entire muscular body at Rob’s ass.
The pleasure radiating through Rob’s body made him moan and writhe. It felt so good it almost hurt because Rob was so sensitive and so aroused. Every motion either man made — as they continued to argue over Rob’s body while spitroasting him — sent a wave of bliss through Rob’s flesh.
Their hairy sacs swung against his body with every thrust of their hips. Like all ripped, swollen men, when they moved, all of their muscles rippled, as though it took every part of their body to move their hips.
“You’re a pervert!”
“Don’t make me punch you ‘gain, boy. Cuz I can make you look like a real punk, Vito,” Dante said.
“You threw me off befo’ cuz you was naked, man, I can’t fight a man whose dick is touchin’ me,” Vito said. He remembered only just then about the money, and he grabbed Rob by the chin. “Hey, you’re paying me a hundred bucks still, right?”
Rob nodded without taking Vito’s dick out of his mouth. He slathered spit all over the shaft, and let the saliva drip past his lips. It landed on the floor, forming a puddle around Rob’s knees and wrists.
“You had better not stiff me-“
“Hey!”
Dante and Vito both stopped moving because someone else came into the kitchen then. It was Rob’s father, his trim body quaking in his tailored suit as he watched Dante and Vito double-team Rob.
“Oh shit, Mistuh Winthrop…” Dante said. He chuckled, his baritone voice echoing in the tiled kitchen.
“Both of you get off him! Get out of my house!”
Rob pulled away from Vito’s dick then. “This isn’t your house, Dad. It’s Mom’s. I live here more than you do,” he said.
“I paid for it!”
“Call the police then,” Rob said. He looked up at Vito and Dante. “Don’t worry, he won’t, and even if he does, they’ll take like an hour to come here. That’s what happens when you call the local cops incompetent buffoons in a letter to the editor.”
“That isn’t what I said and you know it! That newspaper twisted my words!” Dad shouted.
Dante and Vito laughed. They resumed moving their hips now, Dante pounding away at Rob’s ass. Vito seemed to have lost his discomfort with the situation, either because he was hard now and no longer struggling, or maybe because he was happy to anger Rob’s dad.
“Ugh… Robert, you didn’t even make them take a shower first. Why would you let these apes stay in your mother’s house for any longer then necessary? Look at them, the sweat is dripping off them. There is such a thing as antiperspirant, gentlemen,” Dad said.
“Obviously you ain’t nevuh worked as a mover, cuz that deodorant shit don’t work on real men,” Dante said. “You wanna watch my dick slide into ya son’s ass? It’s a good show. Get on your knees and look closer.”
“No!”
“You sure!”
“Get the fuck out of my house!” Dad yelled again and again, but that just made Vito and Dante laugh.
“It’s mom’s house! You get out! She invited me!” Rob smiled at his father’s irate face.
It must have been his youthful vigor that made Vito cum, not only first, but quickly and suddenly. Rob was so focused on his father’s outburst that he was shocked by the mouthload of creamy cum that sprayed onto his tongue and jetted over his face.
“Hell yeah! Fuck! Fuck you, bitch! Taste that nut! Fuck you!” Vito screamed. It wasn’t clear to whom he was shouting at, or if his orgasm just provoked intense feelings of every kind and anger was the only one he didn’t suppress.
A massive wad coated Rob’s mouth. He groaned and gurgled around it, savoring the salty flavor as it overwhelmed his senses. For what felt like forever, it was all he could perceive — even the cock in his ass faded into the distant background. All that mattered was the creamy nut seeping into his belly while he choked it down his gullet.
He moaned as Vito pulled out. He flexed his biceps and pounded on his pecs. He barked at Dad, who blanched and looked away, shrinking back in fear. Vito cackled and came closer, waving his wet dick between his fingers.
“You gonna give us a tip next time, Mistuh Winthrop?”
But Dad either wasn’t listening or was too upset to say anything. He held back his tears and sniffled. For him, that was an animated reaction — he considered it improper to show emotion in front of anyone, especially “the help”. He suppressed a gag as he watched cum drip from Rob’s mouth.
“Please, son, stop this…” He mumbled. “Stop spending my money this way.”
Rob wanted to throw back a bunch of insults and reminders of why Rob behaved this way in the first place. But he was overcome by passion then, as he shot his own load into his hand and his prostate was awash with cum from Dante’s dick. Rob moaned too, but his lilting voice was overpowered by Dante, whose gravelly baritone boomed and resonated in Rob’s ear. Dante groaned so loud it made Dad jump. Rob clenched his ass and writhed on the tiled floor.
Cum flowed like a flood into Rob’s ass. His muscles all went limp as he felt Dante’s dick throb and pulsate within him. He loved this part of it, feeling like nothing more than a repository for an alpha’s nut. Dante touched him as little as possible, just his dick in Rob’s ass and one hand on his back to hold him in position as Dante filled him up.
At last Dante was done. He pulled out and moaned. Rob’s ass gurgled, and a few drops of cum dripped out. The sight of that made Dante chuckle, Vito groan and Dad sob.
Vito made the sign of the cross and kissed his crucifix. He pulled his shorts up, grabbed his dick through the fabric and shook it in Dad’s direction.
“Next time, maybe you’ll leave a tip,” Vito said. “Fuckin’ asshole.”
Dante remained in position, his limpening cock in Rob’s ass. Then Dante sighed. He leaned down and let his massive chest rest on Rob’s back, muscles rippled against Rob’s shoulders. He lowered his head and kissed Rob on the cheek.
“Thanks, boy.” Dante’s words were simple and direct, but there was real caring in his voice. Being a rough and tumble mover gave Dante few opportunities to get close to someone — women assumed he was a muscle-bound macho, and men insisted he act like a muscle-bound macho — and he was grateful for the opportunity to feel someone who cared and lusted for him. He hadn’t felt that since prison.
“Ew, man, you kissed him!” Vito exclaimed.
“Just on the cheek,” Dante said. “That don’t count.” He pulled out.
When his dick plopped out, Rob took a deep breath and moaned. A wave of relief and post-orgasmic pleasure assaulted his senses. He didn’t want to get up yet. He laid there and let Dante’s cum trickle into every corner of his body first, while he heard them get dressed.
“Where’s our money?” Vito asked, his voice now gruff and hostile.
Rob grabbed his wallet from his pants and threw it in their direction. “There’s three hundred dollars in there. Dante gets two hundred since he did me in the ass-“
They both laughed and Vito groaned in dismay. “That ain’t fair. You ain’t even tell me that. You gotta split it with me, Dante,” Vito said.
“No way, gaguzz’,” Dante said as they both walked away. He turned around. “Hey, Winthrop, thanks a lot. I needed that.” He made another kissy face, and Rob shuddered with desire. He kissed the air back, in Dante’s direction.
Then they were both gone. Rob laid there, writhing as his father watched his ass gurgle and twinkle. Rob finally sat up and smiled at Dad.
“Sorry you had to see that,” Rob said. “But you should have tipped them.” He stretched his sore legs and pulled his pants up. “Mom won’t like the paintjob in the bathroom, by the way. She hates pink.”
He walked away, leaving his stepdad there to smolder and fume by himself.