The Lighthouse Keeper

Scott’s right hand was holding the base of the wooden, lubed-up dildo, which was six inches inside Aiden’s passage and being rhythmically pushed in and pulled out, with brief stops for the bulb of the dildo to punish Aiden’s prostate.

At seven inches, Aiden arched his back and moaned deeply. One more inch and it would be Stewart fucking him.

Scott dipped his head lower, and tongued up Aiden’s erect cock from base to glans, after which he swallowed the cock and began to suck it. He worked the dildo progressive harder, pumping faster, digging deeper, pulling it completely out, and plunging it back in.

Eight inches. Aiden arched his head back, bowing his spine, and cried out to the wooden beams overhead as he shot his load and creamed the back of Scott’s throat. Pulling the dildo out immediately, Scott rolled over on top of Aiden, stuffing a pillow under the small of his back to elevate his pelvis. He thrust inside Aiden’s passage with his hard cock and immediately started to pump. Aiden moaned at the realization that Stewart Whitaker hadn’t been the only one who had an eight-inch plus cock.