The Boifriend: Ch. 3

[pre-story]In honor of Pride month, I wrote some more gay stuff! Enjoy!
Y'all know the deal by now, there's some very gay stuff in here, so if that's not your thing, feel free to ignore this one. 
If you DO like it, or you at least like my other stuff, [redacted][/pre-story]

The Boifriend: Chapter 3  

Ben winced slightly, the corners of his mouth straining as his turquoise-painted lips stretched around Leo’s almost fist-sized cockhead. The mature, muscular, dark-skinned man loomed over him like a god as Ben knelt before him, his knees starting to hurt a little as they sank into the carpet below. Ben’s hands rested lightly on Leo’s powerful thighs, his head was held firmly in place by both of Leo’s hands, and his heart was pounding with both anticipation and nervousness… but in that moment, Ben had never felt more... right. This was where he belonged, this was his purpose, he was born to be used by a big, strong man, to be made into the pesonal fucktoy of a superior male, a man like Leo…

The Boifriend: Ch. 2

[pre-story]This story's not dead! I was a little stuck trying to figure out what to work on, and I got some comments recently asking for more M/M stuff, and then I got inspired and now here we are. Convenient that the first story to go public in pride month is M/M.

Content Warnings: M/M, femboy, general gay stuff. If that's not your thing, you've been warned.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

The Boifriend: Chapter 2

Ben stared in awe for a moment, big, blue eyes fixed on the dark material of Leo’s boxer-briefs, and more specifically, on the enormous shape that the elastic material clung tightly to, outlining a thick shaft nearly the size of his forearm. To see it so close… It was even more impressive than he’d imagined. His hands rose up, slowly, tentatively, coming to rest on Leo’s powerful thighs, then sliding up along them until his fingertips grazed against the legs of his boxer-briefs.

The Boifriend, Ch. 1

[pre-story]I'm back! I went into a bit of a funk there for a couple weeks, but I came out swingin'! finished this in about three days. The idea, and a couple lines, were inspired by one of my favorite dialogue mods for Super Deepthroat. I probably should have been working on one of the patreon commissions, but I was feeling unusually inspired, so I hope y'all will understand. Sometimes you just gotta write about cute bois. No actual sex yet.
If you hadn't guessed by now- this is gonna be super gay. If you don't like that stuff, you might wanna give this one a pass. Otherwise, enjoy!And if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

The Boifriend, Chapter 1

“Whelp!” Leo exclaimed as he stood up and gave an exaggerated stretch, feigning a yawn. “Looks like it’s time for me to hit the sack.”

Ann smirked playfully at her father, the dark-haired teen adjusting her glasses, the light from the tv screen glaring off the lenses for a moment. It was remarkable how much she looked like her mother in that moment, she had the same look on her face he’d seen her mother wear so often, the kind of amused, knowing, too-smart-for-her-own-good look. “So soon, daddy? The movie’s just starting. I guess age really does take it out of you...”

Leo smirked back and shook his head. “Ah, I’ve seen it before.” He replied with a dismissive wave, then leaned down, quickly kissing his daughter on the top of the head before straightening up. “Besides, you ‘hep cats’  don’t need an old man ‘harshing your groove’.” He added, making liberal use of air quotes.

Ann laughed, shaking her head. “Oh my god, even YOU aren’t old enough to have used ‘hep cats’.”

“Um, goodnight, Sir.” Ben managed to speak up, though he couldn’t quite make the eye contact to go with it.

Leo gave a soft smile and turned on his heel. “You kids have fun.” He added, heading for the stairs. He hesitated a moment as he gripped the railing and mounted the first step, glancing back to the pair on the couch, already wrapped up in a hushed conversation, then shook his head and started to climb.

All Leo could think about as he headed for his room was that blue hair.