Bradley and Colin
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Colin smirked as he watched his stepdad walk into the living room, having freshly stepped out of the shower, a towel loosely hanging around his waist.
He couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of Bradley. He was beautiful.
Being the horny shit he was, Colin couldn’t help but move closer, grabbing at the towel.
"What do you think you're doing?" Bradley spoke as he grabbed at Colin's hands.
Colin was a lightly faster as he jerked the towel from Bradley's body and took off running.
Bradley cursed under his breath, calling out for the boy, but had no luck. He sighed, wrapping a blanket around his body before running upstairs, pissed.
He found Colin standing in the kitchen laughing his ass off. "You think that was funny,"
"Yes, but what I also find funny is that your bedroom was right across from the bathroom, and instead of grabbing some clothes. You just grabbed a blanket. Do you like being naked around me?"
“Don’t flatter yourself, boy, you’re not my type. I just wanted to relax before getting dressed, didn’t think you’d steal my towel.”
"That's a shame," Colin spoke as he handed the towel to Bradley. "You're my type. But of well, I can always call Eoin for a good time,"
Bradley sighed, throwing the towel to the ground. He was about to say something when Colin grabbed the blanket, pulling it off before taking the towel as well, and running to his bedroom.
“You want them, daddy? Come and get them!” "You little shit!" Bradley yelled as he chased after the boy. Colin tried to shut the door but Bradley was faster.
He grabbed the boy, pushing him against the bed as they fought for the blanket. “Colin, come on, I’m not playing around.”
Colin smirked, kicking his leg out, knocking Bradley’s naked body on top of him.
Bradley grabbed Colin's hands and pinned them to the bed. Colin smirked, wrapping his legs around Bradley’s waist.
“You want me, daddy. Just admit it. No one needs to know.”
Bradley could try and deny it all he wanted to but his body reacted differently.
Colin laid his hands on Bradley’s chest, feeling how hot he was. “I know you want me, daddy.”
Bradley smirked as he climbed from the bed. "You think so? I could get myself off better than you ever can,"
“Fine, if that’s what you want. Spend ages jerking yourself off when I could have you cumming inside my tight hole in five minutes.”
"I doubt that. From the way you were talking, I'm willing to bet you had a bunch of dïck up your ass. You're probably loose,"
“Wouldn’t you like to find out? I’ve only ever fucked Eoin, and he’s not that big.” Colin spoke, climbing to his knees in front of Bradley.
“But you’re a different story. Heard how my mother screamed for you, now I want it,"
Bradley would be lying if he said he didn't find the boy attractive. "I bet you stood outside our door and listened, pretending it was you I was pleasuring,"
"Guilty, just thinking about it is turning me on now. So if you're not interested, you can leave and I'll just use my toys to get myself off,"
Bradley smirked, grabbing the boy’s throat and pinning him against the bed. “You really want it, baby. Wonder if you can blow me better than your mother.”
