Bunkmates and Bad Ideas
Added 2025-07-19 18:00:02 +0000 UTC(whispers in the dim cell as others sleep)
Dylan (kneeling):
— Nghh… M-Marcus… are you sure no one’s watching?
Marcus (glancing over his shoulder):
— Relax. They’re all asleep. Guard won’t be back for a while.
Dylan (blushing, breathing through his nose):
— Mmhh… you taste so… thick…
Marcus (fingers gently in his hair):
— That’s it… good boy… just like that… don’t stop now.
*(wet sounds fill the silence — slrp… slrp…)
Dylan (softly wiping his lips):
— D-do you want more…?
Marcus (eyes darkening):
— Take off those cute little panties, sweetheart.
Dylan (shivering as he obeys):
— H-here? What if someone—
Marcus (leans in, firm whisper):
— You started this. Be a brave little thing and turn around for me.
(He gently but firmly presses Dylan down on the wall)
Dylan (moans softly):
— Aahh… nghh… y-you’re inside… it’s so… full…!
Marcus (breathing deeper):
— You feel amazing… so warm. Is this what you wanted?
Dylan (shaky voice, overwhelmed):
— Y-yes… it’s so good… nghh… I can feel every inch…
— Plap… plap… slrp…
— I-it’s too much… but I want it all…
Marcus (holding him close):
— You’re perfect like this… look at you — melting for me.
Dylan (whimpers):
— Don’t stop… nghh… I want everything… on my face— ahhh…
Marcus (pulling out quickly):
— Turn around, baby.
Dylan (raises his flushed face, eyes sparkling):
— Mmm… yes… give it to me…
(heavy breaths, short, tight movement)
Marcus:
— Ahh— it’s coming— hold still—
SPLRT… SPLRT… drip…
(Thick, warm streams land on Dylan’s cheek, some across his lips, a bit caught in his lashes.)
Dylan (in a breathy mix of awe and excitement):
— Mmmhh… i-it’s so warm… and there’s so much…
(He quickly moves to the sink, grabbing a damp rag, whispering to himself)
— I’ve gotta clean this… if the guard sees…
(He carefully spreads what’s left across his cheek like sweat. What lands on his lips, he licks away gently, heart racing.)
— Mmm… you really didn’t hold back, huh?
Marcus (chuckling softly):
— You asked for it, pretty boy.
Dylan (murmuring to himself):
— I-I hope we comes back tomorrow night too…
