Bronc Rider

Don tallied up a hefty bill at the corner store, his cart brimming with indulgences. The clerk nodded at his check, no questions asked, and promised delivery within the hour. When the young man knocked, Don swung open the door in nothing but a loose bathrobe, his eyes gleaming with intent. He led the delivery boy to the kitchen, where barren cupboards mocked the feast to come. With a sly grin, Don untied the sash. The robe parted like a secret unveiled, revealing his thick, heavy cock already stirring to life. The boy's gaze locked on it, hunger flashing in his eyes. He dropped to his knees in an instant, hands grasping that fat shaft, lips wrapping around the swollen head. Don groaned, fingers tangling in the boy's hair as the eager mouth worked him deep, sucking with a rhythm that promised no empty shelves tonight.