Date: Sun, 8 May 2022 18:49:50 -0500 From: Cubby Ov Lyon Subject: Cubby Knows What To Do CLICK. Brad giggles to himself, looking at the photo he just took. "These undies you got me are so cute," he says, walking out of the bathroom and showing Juan the photo. "They make my ass look so nice, babe." Putting on his shoes, Juan pauses to look Brad up and down. He notices what he always does and smiles. Brad's eyes are bright blue dots in a cute round face, visible even with the bathroom lights behind them. He sees Brad's pale thighs coming out of the sporty underwear, which frames a nice pouch of primarily balls. Brad turns around to look for his pants. "You always know what to show me," Juan says with a nod. "And yes, your ass looks cute in those, but the view reminds me more of what I just did." Brad laughs. "You always mark me so full before we head out anywhere." Juan smiles. "That's why I'm the top, and you're the bottom." Brad's smiles turn into a horned moan. "yes, daddy. That's definitely where I belong with you." Juan gets up from the half-made bed and walks over to Brad. He looks on with approval as Brad stops what he's doing and looks toward him for direction. He lowers his chin, looking up at Juan with those wide eyes. Juan kisses Brad on the lips, reaching around to pat the round chubby ass. "Good boy. Let's go." LATER THAT NIGHT. The basketball arena onscreen is tense as the game nears its end. Juan looks around with satisfaction, "This is exactly what I wanted tonight," he thinks. The basketball game has been fun to watch, the hotel tv is enormous, and the room is comfy. But best of all, the oversized sofa is sufficient for Brad to lay full length on his stomach comfortably so that his head can be in Juan's lap. He's learned well how to alternate nibbling on Juan's foreskin with deep plunges to the large dick's base. It's been some time since Juan has had to tap him on the head to remind Brad to mind his teeth. Instead, Juan's left hand lives comfortably on the sofa's arm or manipulates the tv remote. His right hand is also comfortable, resting in its preferred spot - on one of Brad's exposed ass cheeks. The long slow head started as it usually does. Juan sat down on the couch, keeping up with Brad's chatty bits about dinner. Brad was focused on the mandarin chicken until the sound of Juan's zipper stopped Brad's train of thought. He stopped talking and walked over to the couch, unbuckling his pants along the way. Pulling them down to his knees, he kneeled on the far end of the sofa, bringing his head towards Juan's crotch. Gently, he reached into the fly of Juan's jeans, pulling down Juan's underwear and taking out his favorite thing in the world. Several fat inches of uncut cock, semi-soft, the color of dark caramel, and leaking slightly. Brad leaned down further, but before his lips touched the wet cockhead, he glanced up at Juan. Their eyes met, and Brad held still. Juan's cock was warm in his hand, plumping up and throbbing. Juan eventually nodded his head slightly, and Brad immediately put the cockhead in his mouth. Juan sighed and leaned back, turning on the television and losing himself in the game. Brad, flat on his stomach, felt Juan's cock harden as he licked the cockhead clean of pre-cu. As he's been taught, he then reached back to pull the back of his underwear down just enough to expose his ass. Juan's hand landed on his ass cheek with a hard slap, finding its usual spot to grip and squeeze pale furry buns. The game is almost over, and Juan looks down at Brad's bobbing head. It's been a couple of hours, but no complaints. As soon as his cock got fully hard, the only sounds from Brad were the motion of his wet tongue and the occasional groan as the cockhead pushed past the back of his throat. With barely a thought, Juan put down the remote and used his left hand to make Brad's head down further. Juan would sometimes do this absentmindedly, just when he felt the urge to feel more than the back of Brad's throat. Brad never resisted. Once he felt pressure on the back of his head, he knew to relax, open his throat, and let Juan get as deep as he wanted. There were times when Juan's hand stayed firm for seconds, maybe even a minute - the right gripping hard at Brad's ass while the left, after forcing Brad's lips to melt into Juan's balls, firm on Brad's head. This is what was happening when the game's final buzzer sounded. Juan looked up at the ceiling, feeling Brad's throat squeeze around the first 2-3 inches of his cock. He knew Brad's limit but would not be cheated, holding firm for a few more seconds before moving his left hand. Brad pulled back but kept most of Juan's cock in his mouth, as expected. He gasped a few breaths around the still throbbing cock. Juan's right hand never moved. "Ass," Juan said in his regular speaking voice. That was enough to make Brad jump off the couch, pulling his pants off completely and throwing his underwear into a pile by the suitcases. Juan watched Brad's ass as he paused in the doorway. Brad knew Juan liked this view, ass fully out, standing, showing off the round buns and hairy crack. He felt Juan's eyes on him for a long moment and then went out of Jaun's sight into the bedroom. Juan stroked his dick, noting how wet it was but knowing that there was no pre-cum to be found anywhere on the cockhead or shaft. Brad knew his job. Juan took his shirt off, methodically folding it onto the table. He did the same with his pants and underwear. He was in no rush. Once naked, he walked into the bedroom. He knew what he'd find, but that didn't make him any less pleased. Brad was on all fours, his ass to the doorway. Juan knew Brad heard him walk him because Brad's back arched more than before. Brad's buns parted a bit more than before, and Juan could see Brad's thighs flex as he steadied himself on the edge of the bed. Juan walked up to the bed, all 8-plus inches of his cock at full mast. He walked right up to Brad's ass, placing the cockhead past Brad's furry crack and nestling it against Brad's hole. Juan felt wetness, knowing it was a mix of anticipation and the loads he pumped into Brad before dinner. "Be a good boy for me," Juan said as he closed his eyes. Brad started to push back on Juan's dick, feeling the fat cock head press harder against his asshole until it popped in. Brad paused with a grunt and a sign, feeling that entry spread his hole wide. Juan's cockhead was fat, always making him feel like he would be split in two. He collected himself, though, and did what he knew to do. Keeping Juan's cock exactly where it was, Brad pressed his forehead to the bed, reaching back with both hands to spread his ass obscenely wide. He had seen a photo of Juan's view right now - his pale skin, dotted with red and blond fuzz, the skin around his asshole looking like a sea of dark fluff surrounded by pale ginger beaches. And right in the center, nine thick inches of fat dark meat. He remembered how his hole was stretched wide around the fat cockhead and how much cock was waiting to enter. He shivered at the memory as he spoke. "It's all yours, Daddy, like always, however deep you want it." He shivered as Juan chuckled and said, "Balls deep." Juan enjoyed the lack of hesitation on Brad's part. Brad had started moving backward as soon as Juan had stopped speaking. Smoothly and steadily, but not fast, Brad kept his ass cheeks spread wide but took inch after inch of his man's cock until he felt Juan's pubic hair scratching the stretched ring of his asshole. He shivered again and let go of his ass, feeling his buns squeeze against Juan's crotch. There was no cock to embrace as it was all inside him. Juan breathed deeply and throbbed his cock. Brad groaned as he felt those big thick rumbles impossibly deep in him, but he dared not move. He knew Juan expected to stay deep once he got deep. Juan placed his hands on Brad's hips, grinding his dick a little deeper, and then pulled out slightly, only to slide back in. He enjoyed the feeling of his foreskin sliding back and forth against Brad's insides. He grunted as Brad's hole spasmed around the base of his dick, gripping and flexing at random. "This is where I belong," he said under his breath. Brad heard him, though, and automatically replied, "I know that's where you belong, Daddy." "That's right. Your white boy butt was made for this, wasn't it?" Juan growled. "Yes, daddy, my white ass was made for dark meat," Brad whined as his ass spasmed around all of Juan's dick. "How did you find that out?" Juan asked. "You taught me, daddy. You showed me where I belong," Brad replied. Juan pushed Brad down on his stomach. Brad knew what to do, lifting his left knee to his side and rolling over slightly. Juan straddled Brad's right leg, still extended, and squeezed Brad's ass, watching it move around his dick. He pulled his hands back. "Show me," he said. Brad reached back with his right hand, pulling on his right ass cheek to expose Juan's dick, mostly in his ass, but pulled back enough to show several inches of thick meat, veiny and throbbing, waiting to get back inside. "I need to cum," Juan growled. "Whatever you need, Daddy," Brad replied. "Where does Daddy cum?" Juan asked as he started to work the entire length of his dick back up Brad's ass. "Daddy's cum should always go inside me. I need it in me." Brad moaned, struggling to breathe as he felt Juan's dick press hard in him. "Maybe I'll pull out," Juan said, sliding faster back and forth. "Please don't. Please don't. Please cum in me. Always cum in me." Brad whimpered, "Be my bottom, then," Juan growled. "yes, Daddy," Brad replied, pulling his hands down at his side, arching his back, making sure Juan had the best angle to go full length in and out of his ass. Occasionally, when Juan paused on an in-stroke, Brad wiggled his ass to try to squeeze on the base of Juan's dick. Sometimes he was rewarded with a grunt from Juan and knew that meant a drop of precum was leaking into his insides. Soon, he felt Juan's rhythm speed up, and no pauses on the in strokes, just a steady in and out until barely any of Juan's dick was coming out of Brad's ass. Just keep grinding, working just a few inches against a spot inside Brad's ass. Like he knew to do, Brad reached back to spread his ass wide, pushing his ass up, making sure Juan knew that Brad knew his place. Juan liked making sure, though. As he looked down at that lifted ass-cheek, seeing his cock slide in and out, he leaned forward to make sure Brad heard him. "What are you?" he growled. "Your cum dump, daddy." Brad whimpered. "What are you made for?" Juan continued. "To take your cock and your loads," Brad replied, struggling to get the words out as he felt Juan's dick go harder and faster. "You gonna beg me to pull out?" Juan asked. "Never. Never. Always in me." Brad whined. "How deep are you gonna take it?" Juan asked, his dick now a blur. "As deep as you want, as deep as you need me to take it," Brad whined. "Good boy. Do your job." Juan growled, slamming his dick hard against Brad's upturned ass. Brad whimpered and groaned as he felt Juan's dick pulse, spurting what he knew would be a big load in him. He felt his eyes roll back as he started to squeeze his hole and wiggle his ass against the throbbing, pulsing dick. Juan closed his eyes and sighed as he felt Brad milk every drop out of him. Juan fell on top of Brad without a word, pushing his arms underneath him and rolling him into a spooning position. Brad never stopped milking Juan's dick, knowing that Juan would spoon behind him and stay hard for a while. He knew he had to keep milking until Juan said otherwise. He lost himself in the effort, pushing back and clamping down as hard as possible. He felt Juan's arms wrap around him, holding him tight and still. The only thing moving between them was Brad's ass, as it worked back and forth, hard squeezes with minor moves, every few moments rewarded with another pulse of Juan's dick. Another few drops of cum deep inside. Soon (but always too soon for Brad), Juan moved his hand down to Brad's hip, stopping his movement with a squeeze. He kept his dick buried in Brad but moved his lips to Brad's ear. He nibbled on the earlobe, biting a little harder on the neck. "That's my bottom. Good boy." Soon they were both asleep. Later, Juan woke to hear the shower running. He opened his eyes to find the other side of the bed empty. Blinking his eyes, he turned to see the bathroom light on. He got up and walked over to the door. Brad was showering; the curtains pulled back enough to show water running down Brad's back and ass. Juan stood in the doorway for a moment, watching the soap move between those twists and curves of Brad's backside. Brad lifted on a leg so that the water would run down his crack. He looked over his shoulder to see Juan looking at him, looked down at Juan's dick stiffening, and he smiled back.