Patreon Compilation – Fic #85 – Reaper/Soldier76 – cont of B31F10 – thicc transman Gabriel – This Is It

Continuation of this fic 

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Jack sits in the dark room because the sight of Gabriel opening the door of the bathroom and standing there, illuminated from behind is one of the sexiest fucking things he has ever seen in his life.

It only last a second or two before Gabriel has switched the light in the room on, a low grunt his only concession to Jack having freaked the shit out of him.

He’s got a towel – slung over his shoulder. The rest of him is gloriously naked and as thick as ever. Jack doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of the sight. He’s got a slew of little bicycle shorts hidden away that he wants Gabriel to put on and destroy with his muscular thighs and thick ass.

(He hasn’t worked up the courage yet to ask him for it.)

“Holy fuck, Morrison. The Hell are you sitting here in the dark?” Gabriel grunts, obviously annoyed. He grabs the little towel off his shoulder and rubs over his glistening chest. It makes his pecs jiggle slightly. An absolutely delicious pair of tits that Jack could very well imagine suffocating between.

“Just admiring the view,” he rasps. He tries to be smooth, but he’s never been good at that, and Gabriel’s deadpan stare lets him know it fell flat. He doesn’t necessarily care; he’s spent his life being awkward and cringey, and he’s put up a thick skin against it.

“You’re a fucking creep hiding in the shadows to gape at me. You’re lucky that I got somewhat of a soft spot for you, or I’d have split your head like an overripe melon,” Gabriel says casually, finally moving on from his spot just outside the bathroom to walk further in. He does not look like he cares that Jack is staring at his thighs rubbing together, and the neatly kept pubes.

He slowly stands when Gabriel turns away to rummage around a dresser, and moves up behind him. Since he doesn’t have an elbow rammed into his ribs, Gabriel must either have heard him come close or suspected him being an old perv right away.

It wasn’t difficult to figure out why Jack would be sitting there, waiting for him like… well. Like a creep. Gabriel has hit the nail on the head quite accurately.

Jack curls his arms around Gabriel’s slim waist. He’s never met a guy with an hourglass figure like Gabe. He’s never met a guy that could turn the heads of people as easily as the one he’s now plastering himself against, cock unselfconsciously pressing against the crease of Gabe’s generously fat ass.

“Morrison…” Gabriel growls softly as a warning, but also doesn’t fight against him reaching down and rudely cupping his crotch. He’s got a shirt in his hands but has yet to pull it out of the drawer he’s dragged open.

“Hey, Gabe… I wanted to ask you…” Jack murmurs right into Gabriel’s ear, lips dragging against the delicate shell. “It’s been a month yet… uhm. Have I… earned privileges yet?”

“What do you mean?” Gabriel says slowly. It sounds… predatory somehow. Jack has the feeling that he knows exactly what he’s trying to get at but he doesn’t make it easy for him.

Jack tries to wriggle his fingers between Gabriel’s massive thighs and just about manages to drag one finger through his labia. He bumps against his T-dick, then starts to round the silky little hole that he’s been hiding so rudely from Jack.

Gabriel inhales sharply, his shoulders going loose and his head sinking back against Jack’s shoulder. He shuffles his feet just a little bit apart to allow Jack a better reach. Jack honestly feels like crowing in victory, but he knows he’s treading on thin fucking ice. Depending on how he behaved, he could either get what he wanted – or have Gabriel fuck him up in the not-fun way.

Jack slowly cants his hips, dragging his cock along Gabriel’s ass. It is already starting to produce a wet spot in the fabric of his sweats. He’s freeballing it beneath them, testicles swinging gently between his thighs and only adding to his horniness.

“You know what I mean,” Jack finally replies, his voice shot to all hell. “Please, I… please…”

Gabriel is breathing deep and slow, leaning forward and bracing himself against the edge of the dresser. He lightly arches his back, dragging his fat ass against Jack’s cock until he feels like he has to shoot like a little fucking boy. He’s going cross-eyed.

“You sound like you’re going to start bawling, Jackie,” Gabriel croons. He slowly moves his hips, head turned to watch Jack stare down with a braindead expression, mouth hanging open lax; just letting Gabriel grind against his cock, the fabric starting to cling to his skin the more wetness he pumps out.

“You really want it, huh? Hmmm…” He looks thoughtful; like he could just as well be ironing his shirts and put his laundry away; like Jack’s fat cock is no temptation at all. “I suppose you’ve been fun enough… lets see if your dick’s worth it. You sure seem to think it’s God’s gift to mankind.”

Jack inhales deeply. He hooks his thumb into his waistband and drags it down. His cock gets first bend down with the motion, then jumps up comically when the elastic band finally lets go of the brick red tip.

It smacks into Gabriel’s ass. Gabriel cranes his neck to look at it, but his face gives nothing away.

Jack feels like his heart is going to pump right out of his chest. He takes a little step back to spread Gabriel’s ass with his thumbs. Like this, he not only gets a perfect look at the pouting fat rim of his anus, but also at his other hole.

“You ready? This… okay?” Jack asks roughly, some remnant of decency apparently still kicking around in him somewhere. He grabs his cock and points it to his prize, the fat nose slowly nudging against Gabriel’s little hole. He moves it around a little to let Gabriel feel an anticipate the stretch that is about to come.

Gabriel laughs rough and dirty, but when he speaks he sounds a little out of breath. He’s nervous but doesn’t want Jack to know.

Jack shifts his hips, gently rocking forward, nudging slowly but surely into Gabriel’s body. He’s been fantasizing about this for years. Decades. He’s always seen Gabriel parade his thick, luscious body around and has been left wondering just how perfect he would feel on Jack’s dick, clinging to it like wet silk.

All that powerful muscle bouncing on him and grinding his hips into a fine powder. If Jack were any more introspect than this, he would maybe be concerned about his recurrent fantasies of getting killed in some way or another by Gabriel.

As is, he doesn’t give a damn. What he is interested in is grabbing Gabriel’s broad hips and slamming forward, forcing almost more than half his cock into him in one rough stroke.

Gabriel cries out, head thrown back. His fingers are clutching so tight at the dresser that Jack wouldn’t be surprised to see indents in the wood later.

He pulls back a little, then slides back in. Gabriel is slick around him. He’s pretended to be bored by Jack’s proposal, but his pussy is speaking a language that Jack can understand, at least.

He reaches around him, calloused fingers slowly dragging against Gabriel’s cock. It’s already swollen, making him think again of the little bicycle shorts he got. How perfect it would be outlined in the tight fabric…

His cock flexes, and Gabriel, surprisingly sensitive, groans and leans forward some more, as if wanting to put his forehead against the wall. He shuffles his feet farther apart, thick thighs opening and giving Jack more room to work with.

Jack moves his hips, fingers uncoordinated on Gabriel’s cock. He’s not the most refined with his cock, but it seems to be more than enough for Gabriel. He slams home, and Gabriel gurgles roughly, his insides pulling tight around Jack’s cock like they want to strangle him.

He starts up a rough but consistent rhythm; rutting in and pulling out in a rude staccato that has Gabriel pull up onto his toes and his back arch for it.

“Fuck…” he groans softly. The wood of the dresser is creaking. Jack wonders if Gabriel has some toys hidden away somewhere. Fat fake cocks that he likes to ride until he squirts. Something he knows would drive Jack wild which is why he would never let him know as much.

The thought almost short circuits Jack’s brain. He leans over Gabriel’s back, fingers still trying to do something nice to Gabriel’s swollen dick but probably only making things worse while he keeps cramming himself in a punishing tempo into him.

There’s no pause, no polite ‘I’m going to come’; just him drooling on Gabriel’s back and slamming home one last time before his balls start to pump so hard that it is painful, tears prickling at his eyes, Gabriel around him like a tight glove.

Perfect. Breathtaking.

Enough to make him not regret the way Gabriel will definitely fuck him up later for coming in him.