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Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me do it in my van every Sunday. She tells him she's at church but she doesn't go, she's under me, and Scotty Doesn't know.
“Ah, ah,” Billy bit his lip and arched into Stu, shaking with pleasure.
The sweat was pouring over both of them. It was so fucking hot, their humidity fogged every window in the parked car. Stu was looming over Billy with a blanket covering his own shoulders. With how hard Stu was thrusting the only reason it stayed put was the sweat sticking it to his back.
Stu's car would reek of sex for days after this. But he planned it right, Tatum wouldn't be expecting a date till next week.
“Fuck! Fuck. Stuey please, please.”
Fuck yeah, Billy was finally at the point he didn't care that he sounded like a cheap whore. He needed it so bad. He needed Stu so bad.
Stu moaned, his huge hands were bracketing Billy's head. It was these moments Stu could really appreciate how small Billy was. They both knew Stu towered over him. But Billy had such a domineering personality, it almost didn't matter. He was ruthless, cruel, unapologetic, and the best part, fucking psychotic. Stu worshiped him.
So to be so actually, physically bigger than him was Stu's advantage in bed. See, Billy fostered a lot of secrets, Stu knew each and everyone. Stu loved each and everyone. The sexual ones held a special place in his heart. Stu knew that Billy loved to be controlled. He got so hot when Stu took over in the bedroom.
Stu used his control to worship Billy during sex.
For example, Stu hiked Billy's hips higher up, sliding a sinewy hand under Billy's sweat soaked back, forcing him to arch further. Forcing his cock deeper.
Billy's knees gripped him harder, his thighs trembled and he clenched around Stu in the most beautiful way.
“Oh f-fuck Stuey. Yes.” Billy murmured, face pinched.
“Shit, baby, you're tighter and wetter than fucking pussy.” Stu groaned. “I'm so addicted to fucking you.”
Stu's free hand that wasn't holding Billy up, went to brush the damp hair from his face.
Fucking beautiful. Billy was a work of art.
Billy's tongue lolled out of his mouth and he leaned up into Stu. And no man alive could deny such an earnest request. Stu kissed him gently, in total contrast to how hard he pounded into Billy's heat.
The kiss was so wet, mostly tongues in caress, but it was honest. Stu had never kissed anyone the way he kissed Billy. And for Billy, Stu knew it was the same.
“What did you tell her?” Stu panted when he leaned back. The sweat soaked through his hair, sticking it to his neck and the sides of his face.
He shifted his arms, laying Billy carefully back down on the vinyl-covered seat. The advantages of finally getting his own ride were many. But the best one was how great it was for a quick fuck.
Billy blinked up at him through the haze of sex. “W-what?”
Then Stu was pushing Billy's knees to the seats as spread open as they could go and changed the angle of his hips, dragging his dick in celebration of their new vantage point.
Billy threw his head back, his whole body jerked and Stu felt it on his dick. He made the most delicious gasping cries while his desperate hips met Stu's in every thrust. His shaking hands went up scrambling for purchase at the edge of the vinyl. He was crying so loud his voice broke. And it was music to Stu's ears.
“Tell me what you told Sid.” Stu demanded, his hands held Billy's thighs spread open. He pressed down and held firm. Finally, his hips slowed.
Billy let out a sob and looked up at Stu, panicked. “No, no.” His voice was raw and cracked. “No! Stuey! If you stop now, I’ll kill you, I swear. Don't you dare fucking stop. I-I–fuck! I'm so close! I've-I've been a… I've been– good. So good.”
Billy could never call himself a good boy. It embarrassed him too much. Stu theorized that he was embarrassed by how much he liked being called a good boy.
“Hands stay away, good boy.” Stu scolded. Billy's arms, which were halfway to his dick, reluctantly went back to the sides of the seat cushions.
“Fuck you.” Billy hissed. Stu drank in Billy's indignant glare with a smile.
It was nowhere near as good in here as Stu's bed. But Billy and Stu were insatiable, at each other's throats at a moment's notice. They made do.
Stu continued thrusting, but it was soft and slow; loving. Not what Billy needed right now. Stu was a hard and fast man himself, but he could get behind some good love making. He fucking loved concentrating on the feel of Billy's hole thrumming around him. Sucking him in.
“You're going to tell me,” Stu moved one of Billy's knees to hook over his hip, which Billy upheld. Stu could feel him shaking with the attempt to hold himself back from drawing Stu in harder and faster.
His free hand wrapped loosely around Billy's neck, fuck he was so sweaty. It was so hot.
Billy swallowed, lifting his head slightly so Stu could get a nice grip.
What a good little slut.
“What excuse you gave Sidney, so I could fuck your brains out in peace.” Stu emphasized his point by squeezing his throat while thrusting two good ones through Billy.
Billy moaned, eyes rolling.
“I had to reschedule a date with Tatum to be here.” Stu indulged. Hips going slow again. He kept a steady pressure around Billy's neck as watched his cock disappear into the addictive heat below him. “She told me you and Sid were going out today, so me and her should take advantage. So where did you tell your girlfriend you were, how did you get out of your date?”
Billy gasped, “C'mon Stu j-just fuck me.” He whined. “Why-why do you fucking care?”
Stu tightened the hand around Billy's throat, Billy's hips automatically went faster, his hole clenched around Stu.
Stu allowed the new pace if only to lean in close, lips tickling Billy's ear, as he whispered. “Because I want to know the lies you tell your girlfriend just to be with me.”
“F-fuck,” Billy groaned. “Shit. Okay. I told her I was at Mass. That my dad was making me go from now on. I told her I can't see her sunday mornings anymore, and I did it for you.” He gasped, “so you could fuck me just like this. Every week.”
Stu hummed, practically purred in pleasure. He released Billy's throat, and nuzzled a sweaty nose to a sweaty cheek, peppering gentle kisses over salty skin.
“What a smart boy, what a good boy,” Billy whined, “what a good boy,” Stu purred right in his ear. Billy nodded, the red flush of his cheeks darkening. Spreading over his ears. Stu leaned up, he pulled Billy's knee off his hip and pressed it back into the seat. “What a beautiful,” his pace picked up, “little liar.”
Stu resumed pouding Billy's ass like he was made for it. Billy's eyes shot open wide, he tried to meet Stu thrust for thrust but Stu held him down, made him take it. His mouth fell open and he moaned unencumbered.
“You dirty slut, you didn't do shit for me.” Stu accused. He lowered his hips drilling deep, Billy was thrashing and crying out under him. “You did it for you cause you're a filthy fucking whore whose pussy needs a good pounding. You need this cock in you every fucking day but since we'd get caught you settled for once a week. Isn't that right?”
Billy was making those beautiful gasping cries again. His voice was thinning.
“Answer me, Billy.”
“Yes, yes.” Billy cried. “I need it Stu, I need it.”
“Nuh uh,” Stu kissed Billy's damp cheek. “Tell me who needs it, baby. Who needs my dick so bad?”
Billy whimpered and turned his face away as much as he could. “No.” He whispered desperately.
“Say it.” Stu repeated. “Come on, you're my good boy. Tell me who needs this cock.”
"No!" Billy he gasped through clenched teeth. He turned further away. “My-my pussy.”
Stu groaned, it was like a punch in the gut. “Say that again.” He growled.
“My pussy needs your cock,” It was louder this time, rushed through trembling lips with tears of pleasure and shame.
“Yes she does, baby, she's so wet and hungry isn't she?” Stu praised. “You're so brave for telling me. Good boy.”
As a reward, Stu angled his hips, it only took two thrusts before he found it. Billy arched, his whole back bowed as Stu rammed his prostate.
“Who needs this cock?”
“My pussy! My pussy needs it please, please, please,” Billy screamed. His words were slurring, “oh fuck, oh fuck, Stu!”
“I'm here, baby, I got you. Let go.”
Billy couldn't move his legs, he could hardly thrust his hips, Stu wouldn't let him up, tears fell over his cheeks everytime Stu hit him just fucking right. He was seeing stars in his vision.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
Billy's brain broke. He cried long and loud, his whole body went rigid as he came. Stu got to work, fucking him through it. One of those hands went to Billy's dick pumping it in time with his thrusts.
Billy couldn't stop cumming, he'd been on the edge for so long. It was a near endless stream.
When it was finally over, Billy dropped. Stu was still fucking him at a deep, steady pace. It took Stu ages to cum. Their first time, it took so long that Billy busted his load twice before Stu finally came.
Billy wrapped his arms around Stu's shoulder's, who instantly went down to accommodate him.
Stu shifted to his elbows, and Billy brought him in for a sloppy kiss. His whole lower half was numb, he couldn't feel his legs. He was in bliss.
“Fuck baby,” Stu gasped, “s-still so fucking tight.” Billy hid his face at the base of Stu's neck. “One of these days she's really gonna break my dick off.”
“Stu.” Billy sharply bit out.
“Aww don't be embarrassed, sweetheart." Stu had to pause, biting his lip hard as he moaned, "Your pussy is like magic. I gotta celebrate her.”
Billy hit him on the shoulder blade and held him tighter. Stu could feel the burn of Billy's blush against his sweat soaked skin.
Stu made sure to only call Billy ‘sweetheart’ in the throes of pleasure. Usually when Billy or he were cumming. It was one of Billy's most cherished nicknames.
One of these day's Stu was going to call him that in public. Not where others could hear him, but when they're out playing human. Maybe a quick whisper in his ear. Just to see what Billy would do.
For now Stu held Billy close and thrust like hell into him. He wouldn't mind spending every sunday just like this.
It took another twenty minutes for Stu to cum, during which Billy had regained his strength and insisted on sitting in Stu's lap for the end. With Billy pumping his own cock as Stu scratched his pleasure down Billy's back, they came together.