Phil couldn't help but check Dan's ass out as he walked out of the room in nothing but his thong.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" Phil asked as he followed behind Dan. "No, not at all," Dan spoke as he started to unload the dishwasher, shaking his hips.
“Really?” Phil asked, looking the boy over. “It’s 10 degrees and you’re only wearing a thong. Either you’re sweating, or want something else.”
"It's 10 degrees outside not inside," Dan replied and Phil smirked as he walked behind Dan grabbing the boy's hips.
"So you are trying to tell me something," Phil spoke as his other hand grabbed Dan's ass.
Dan didn’t fight, choosing to continue washing up as the other caressed his ass.
“I’m not saying anything. Never once have I asked for anything. You just want an excuse to touch me.
"I know you, bear. If that was the truth you would be in your gym shorts with a shirt," Phil pulled the thongs to the side wrapping his hand around Dan's cøck.
"But when you dress like this. You want to be fück. And if you have the plug in you want to go all night,"
Dan’s eyes rolled back for a few seconds when Phil touched him, but he quickly pulled himself back to reality as gently thrust into Phil’s hand.
“Maybe. If you know anyone with good dick, let me know.” Phil smirked as he pulled away. Two could play this game.
"I'll let you know if you find me someone with a tighter ass," Dan turned around, looking at the boy.
“Like anyone else would let you fuck them. Damn, I don’t know how you found someone like me.”
"PJ didn't complain," Phil spoke as he walked back into the living room. Dan growled, chasing after Phil. “You fucked that slut?”
"And he loved every second of it. I had him begging for more,"
Dan gave the boy a look, clearly pissed off. “Didn’t stop him fucking me.”
"Of course not. You are a slut. You crave dïck, but I promise you. I can make you scream more than he can. You love how big and thick my cøck is, and so do PJ and Chris,"
Dan whimpered, slowly becoming submissive. “I don’t crave it, I can live without it…”
"You sure about that?" Phil asked and Dan nodded. Phil smirked as he pulled his hard cøck out.
Dan instantly looked, licking his lips. "So you would find if I get myself off," Dan couldn’t take his eyes off of Phil.
He was a solid 8 inches and thick. "N-not at all," Dan spoke. Phil smirked as he sat on the sofa, stroking himself slowly.
"Come here, baby. Could use some spit," Dan did as he was told, kneeling in front of Phil, letting some spit fall from his mouth.
Dan was becoming more desperate by the second. "That's it, baby," Phil moaned as he twisted his hand when he reached the tip.
“Bet you just want to sit on it, don’t you, baby? Can’t get enough of being stretched out.”
"F-fück, please, Phil," "I don't know, baby. You were being a bitch earlier. Why don't you go find you a good cøck,"
Dan nodded, helping himself as he licked over the in der side of Phil’s cock, moaning at the taste.
Phil couldn't help but laugh at how needy Dan was. "Go ahead, baby. Sūck daddy's cøck,"
Dan didn’t have to be told twice as he took Phil's cock in his mouth, pushing his head down as far as he could, letting out a loud gag.
Phil smirked as he held Dan's head. "Looks like I'm going to have to train your throat,"
