Sneek

Bradley bit the stranger's bottom lip and moved his hands to his ass, smacking both of his cheeks making a loud clap, wet from his sweat. As he did this, he began to thrusr up into his tight asshole as he came down onto his cock, fucking this kid's ass with way more force. His cock began to heat up even more and throb harder, he felt Thaene's muscles in his hole tighten with every stroke, making it swallow his cock even more. Bradley held Thaene's ass hard, digging his nails into his skin as he spread his cheeks wide open, allowing him to penetrate him much easier. As he hit him with powerful strokes, Bradleys big balls smacked all the way up on Thaene's lower back, leaving a print in the strangers sweat.

Bradley let out a moan as Thaene's little hole snapped and stretched over his thick cock. Grabbing his bony hips, he pulled him down onto his cock further, stretching him all the way down to the base of his thick meat. Thaene's balls gently smacked against Bradley's wet bush with every stroke, making a loud smacking noise as they fucked. "Oh fuckkk.." Bradley moaned out, Thaene's butthole felt so tight around his cock. He then grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to his, slowly sliding his tongue into T's wet mouth as he fucked the shit out of him. As he made out with him, he used his grip to make Thaene ride him faster, sounds of wet smacking filled the air and echoed in the shower, as well as small moans from each of them.

Bradley smacks him across the face hard, leaving a red print across his entire cheek. He then leaned back, making his cock even more so the most prominent part of his body. "Why don't you sit that ass on this fat cock." He slowly stroked his fat cock, smiling at how much smaller T's was than his. "There's no way you get bitches with that little thing, you were born to be fucked." Bradley's huge cock throbbed and pulsated as he anticipated how tight this guys hole would be, he had so much power over this stranger.

Slamming his cock down his throat, Bradley enjoys the tears leaking down Thaene's face, knowing how much power he has over him is almost enough to make him blow his load into the stranger's mouth. He quickly ripped his cock out of his mouth, it hung there dripping with sweat, drool, and precum. "I think you know what's next mate" Bradley said in a condescending tone, "why don't you stand up." Though it sounded like it, he was not suggesting, he was ordering him.

Reaching down his back, Bradley smacked Thaenes pale ass hard, immediately leaving a big handprint. "How's a scrawny lad like you got an ass that'll jiggle?" Bradley moaned out as he kept on throatfucking him, mushing his face into his sweaty bush as he began to force his whole cock down his throat making it bulge even harder. Thaene's lips began to tear and stretch as Bradley forced his steamy cock into his face. As he did so, Bradley let out a guttural moan and his cock started to throb as it slid in and out of his tight throat.

Bradley laid his head back against the wall behind him, letting out a soft but deep moan as Thaene slowly gave him head. "Oh fuck mate." His cock seemed to grow even harder, and his balls let off even more steam. After letting him suck the tip for a while, he grabbed his hair and pulled it hard. Using his grip on T's hair, Bradley slowly forced his cock further into his mouth, stretching his jaw and hurting the corners of his lips. He slowly used Thaene's mouth however he wanted, though he was right and couldnt fit the whole thing in his small mouth, Bradley's cock slid further down into his throat. Thaene's throat bulged slightly as this stranger's meat was forced down it, he was being throatfucked with only half this man's cock! "Your throat feels fucking amazing man."

OOC: You're good lol, glad you feel better As sweat dripped from his steamy cock, Bradley looked Thaene in the eye, still stroking himself slowly. "Get closer, daddy won't bite." He spoke in a firm tone, clearly not asking but ordering him. His giant balls dripped with sweat from the sauna-like shower, they seemed to throb with every stroke of his meat. His voice echoed in the enclosed space, booming all around. "You know, your lips look quite soft, mate." He stared at his mouth with hunger in his eyes, clearly eager to see what it could do.

Bradley gave him more room to sit on the bench and patted the spot next to him and hit his pen once again. Bradley then lifted his leg, putting one of his feet up on the bench making his balls dangle openly, they hung extremely low and were practically the size of tennis balls. He then grabbed his thick meaty dick and began to stroke it slowly as more steam seemed to be coming from his cock than the shower heads. As the temperature rose, sweat began to drip from Bradley's cock and balls, the thick layer of hair covering him began to darken and matte. Stroking his cock, which had grown to 8", made the veins on his shaft bulge more dominantly and his tip began to swell. Bradley couldn't wait to lay pipe on this skinny kid, checking out his ass as he stripped just made him more prepared to fuck this kid's hole up bad. The aspects of T's cock surprised him when he first saw it, but he quickly realized how fun it would be to masturbate together or grind them against one another.

Under closer inspection, Bradley had a cock that was only half hard but still hung out at 7", it seemed to be as thick as T's forearm, with thick veins snaking down the shaft. Underneath his foreskin, he tip of his cock was even thicker, it was much larger than a cock that size should have and seemed to pulsate and throb gently. The thick on his stomach didnt stop there, a layer just as thick sat above his meat, on his the left side of his groin right above the V leading to his big cock, there was a tattoo for his frat, Phi Beta Sigma. He smiled and said "You could join me, if that's what you'd like, cutie." He spoke to Thaene like he was flirting, like he had any choice in the matter. He scooted over to make room for him on the bench. His intentions were obvious, he knew they both knew that, yet he spoke as if he was innocently asking a friend to join him in a sauna at a local gym.

He slowly got up and removed his shirt before dropping it on the ground, a thick layer of hair coated his stomach and bulging chest. He didn't have abs, but rather a very muscular stomach, he was clearly built for not only performance, but survival in the Aussie Bush. His cock pulled down his shorts, exposing his very defined, very hairy V line above his waistband. He smiled and turned around, walking into the bathroom. Leaving the door open, he stripped naked and entered the shower after pressing 'steam', making sure not to let T see his thick, veiny cock. He knew Thaene wasn't going anywhere, if not for the information he had, for the attraction he had in his eyes. Bradley pulled out his dab pen and hit it as he sat on the bench in the shower. The steam had turned it into more of a sauna, making it humid and warm inside the large, beautiful shower. Besides the bench there was, on one wall a metal handle a little bit above Bradley's standing shoulder height, as well as a small pocket in the wall on either side of the handle. These were clearly for some two person leverage, whatever that was needed for.. Above the bench was a rather large window for a shower, with all sorts of soaps and shampoo sitting on it, as well as a huge bottle of thick cloudy purple liquid. Bradley kept his legs spread pretty wide as the steam began to thicken and make him sweat lightly.

Bradley flicked white ash into the ash tray and leaned back once again before toying with the tent he had pitched in his shorts, just kind of holding it loosely and gently stroking it. "Look mate, all I'm sayin' is, I haven"t decided yet. But there may be a way for you to..sway me in a certain direction, let's say. I've seen the way you've been looking at me. You're hungry." Bradley scooted closer to him and grabbed his skinny wrist, placing his hand on his upper thigh. "I'm not saying I will if you don't, but I might. But if you do this..I give you my word this little business stays between us. "Now, are you REALLY willing to take that risk?"

Bradley smiled, pleased by how nervous the stranger on his couch was and said, "You know, your PO would probably love to hear about your little 'Walking Dispensary' you love to brag about so openly." Bradley had this guy exactly where he wanted him, he was now the thing separating him from getting locked back up, as well as picking up a whole new list of additional charges. He then adjusted his shorts, fully releasing his cock from its restriction, his shorts were pitched up in a huge tent. His cock bulging up hard through his basketball shorts, he spoke in a more demanding tone. "I mean it. A pretty little guy like yourself, heh, youre basically built like a slender woman..you wouldn't last long being locked up with all the horny fucks, eh? You'll go to a full prison, not some little jail, mate...those guys will fuck ya dead." He leaned further back, flexing his cock so it bulged harder, staring at T with a wicked smile on his face like he was prey.

"You're a little too pretty of a guy to be back in jail, haha." Bradley gently shoved him as he laughed, before taking a big gulp of his drink. He leaned back and looked at T, staring for a moment as he thought visibly. "I bet you'd do just about anythin' to keep from going back, eh?" His bulge began to grow, once again coming out from hiding, poking more than ever from his shorts. Bradley then looked at his mouth and chuckled slightly as he hung his own blunt between his lips, taking a big hit as the sparks danced in the air before fizzling out. Taking such a big hit of this aphrodisiac of a blunt that the smoke blew into T's face, gently burning his eyes. "Just about anythin', ya reckon?"

Bradley's eyes shifted between looking into his eyes and staring at his lips as he spoke. Pulling a huge hit from the tip of the blunt before smacking his tongue quietly to aerate it, like a sommelier sipping a glass of wine. He sighed deeply and let out a thick cloud before coughing very gently, he had clearly been smoking since he was a child. "This shite actually isn't complete boof, good on ye mate eh." He almost never liked any weed but his own harvest, but he quite enjoyed his cute new friend's bud. "Why's that mate? Ye get yourself in a little trouble eh?" He sounded sincere, but in the back of his head, he thought he might be able to abuse this knowledge in some way. He did, after all, find this plug quite cute..and easy to overpower.

"I'm not really a coke person, but i did a ton of 'cid in college." Bradley smiled and poured him his drink, once again, his bulge bobbed up and down as he shook the liquid. As he walked over he finally noticed and adjusted his shorts, hiding it once again. Sitting next to T, he handed hims his drink and pulled out his lighter, extending it towards T and lighting the new blunt in his mouth for him. "If anyone turns down free weed, pretty sure they're a cop." Bradley laughed and slightly stared at T's lips, maybe wondering what they would feel like.

"I have Blackberry infused whiskey.." he said raising a square bottle of dark liquid. He lifted another bottle, this one filled with a very light and clear blue liquid and said "blackberry tequila..", this time lifting a tall skinny bottle of completely clear liquid "sake, vodka, blackberry absinthe, and my own alcohol made from fermented blackberries, water from the falls, and a few secret ingredients. I used to make something like this in college, my mates called it 'Aussieshine'. In the tribes we called it hooch." Bradley poured himself some blackberry tequila into the shaker along with a handfull of ice, before shaking it vigorously. As he shook his drink, his bulge poked out just a little more and bounced around violently. He then poured his drink into one of the cups, choosing to pour the ice in as well, before wiping out the shaker with the small black rag hanging from the side of the little table attached to the globe. He looked at T and smiled, waiting for his choice. His bulge still poking through his thin shorts, not yet enough for him to notice, it seems like it's only grown, not drooping or going soft at all.

Bradley pulled out a wad of cash, counting out 250 in 20's. Handing him the money, he offered him the blunt. "I've been experimenting with diluting the water my joeys drink with that Naughty Cow Milk you people chug here. I swear, I've seen more of that shite than water since I moved here." The blunt spit a small amount of small violet sparks from the tip. "It keeps doing that, I hate it but when I open a dispo, I think customers would eat that shite up." His hard cock very very slightly bulged in his shorts, not noticing this, Bradley stood up and walked to the kitchen to the left of the front door. "Thirsty mate?" After grabbing two small glasses and ice, Bradley walked over to the globe and opened it up, revealing a small bar with 6 bottles of varying shapes and sizes. Also inside is a small kit of bartending tools, including a shaker, strainer, muddle, and barspoon.

Bradley looks him up and down, lingering on his slender legs, clearly uncaring if he noticed. "Heh, how ya goin', name's Bradley. Yeah, I grew up in the Bush, didn't have much of a choice, eh. Those 'roos are bigger than I am." He said jokingly, purposefully thickening his accent, slightly hoping T is one of those guys. "Right, come on in, yeah?" As he spoke, he opened the door for T. Inside was a medium sized 2 bedroom apartment, in the living room was a TV, black leather sofa, a leather recliner, a coffee table littered with weed and paraphernalia, as well as a globe that opens up to be a little mini bar. Straight ahead was a closed door that led to his bedroom, and down a hall, there is an open door to a clean bathroom with an extra large standing shower with multiple heads, and even a screen next to the door with settings like 'steam' and 'rainfall', the mirror was also a touchscreen, able to display social media, video/tv/movie streaming, as well as the gaming console next to it on the wall, with waterproof controllers sitting on top of it. There is also a door on the left side of the hall with thick, clear plastic pinned at the top and bottom and a black zipper going up the middle, sealing the room. Altogether, it was a nice apartment, clearly growing his own weed has left his money available for more luxurious things. The blunt starts to burn unevenly so Bradley uses his lighter to fix it, sitting on the couch.

As Thaene texts him, Bradley is still stroking himself. When he notices the message he quickly pulls his shorts up, adjusting himself to hide his bulge. Once he was decent, he put the blunt in his mouth and answered the door and invited him in. "Hey, you the one I'm waiting for?" the smell of weed emanated from the apartment, his grow room though sealed, always made his house pungent with weed. White ash fell from the tip of the blunt and onto the floor, Bradley then grabs a broom from the closet next to the front door and sweeps it up. He always believed that just because someone smokes weed or cigarettes, doesn't mean they need to hurt the planet with it. Growing up with the tribal people of the Aussie Bush, he has an extreme love for the earth instilled deep into his heart.

As he waited, he washed his hands deeply, he never rolled or smoked without clean hands. Bradley then carefully rolled another blunt, it was like art to him, every movement was precise and calculated. He then put a hefty amount of saliva on the tips of his thumb and index finger, pinching the tobacco leaf over itself and using the spit to bind it, his own little trick rather than licking it. As he appreciated his work, he waved the flame of his matte black flip lighter underneath it to dry the saliva. He looked at the clock on his phone as he sparked it and thought *I should have time...* He then pulled out and began to stroke his hard cock, squeezing tightly; he has been experimenting with putting naughty cow milk in the water his plants drink. The effects of this batch have been...prevalent.

" An ounce will be fine, you can come drop it off at my apartment, i live in apartment 109 on the 5th floor. Bradley spoke nervously, it had been over a decade since he had to buy any weed. He wasn't sure about this guy he had called, he didn't sound like a cop, but something felt off. Bradley picked up his messy apartment as they spoke on the phone, not wanting any visitor to see how dirty it got. As he picked up his bedroom, not really sure why it's not like the guy would see it, he asked "How soon can you be here?" Hoping that he could come soon. *This guy's voice sounds kinda cute eh?* Bradley thought to himself, he had only been with girls for the past two years, he was hungry to stretch out another guy. Despite all of this, his intentions are truly to only buy weed. Though still, he couldn't help but wonder what this kid looked like.

Location: Bradley's Apartment As he sat on his black leather sofa, Bradley carefully rolled a quarter ounce blunt from his home grown cannabis. As he sparked it, he noticed that his supply was running low as he only had half an ounce left. He checked on his plants in his specially built cultivation room, and saw that he wouldn't have another batch for days. As he thought about what he could do about his situation, wanting to avoid his debilitating migraines, he became desperate. Not having any other choice, he decided to call the number he saw carved into a bench in the park labeled 'drugs' hoping that he would find an actual dealer, and not some high school kid trying to make some money or an undercover. After ringing for a moment it went to voicemail, so Bradley left a message. "Hey, I uh..I got this number from a friend who said I could get some weed off of you. I just moved here like two weeks ago and I'd really rather not be sober. If this isn't a cop gimme a call back, haha, I got money burning a hole in my pocket." After hanging up the phone he leaned back and kept smoking. As the effects kicked in, his bulge in his basketball shorts grew, as he noticed he adjusted his shorts to secure it and waited for his call to be returned.

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