Breeding Chris in my van
----------Ash’s POV-------------
I walked out into the empty changing room, my towel draped over my shoulder, returning to my bag. I started to slowly dry myself, watching Chris slowly exit a few minutes after. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride seeing his unsteady footsteps.
*“He’s never going to forget that.”* I though grinning.
He walked to his own locker, pulling out a large gym bag which seemed full. Shrugging, I watched as he pulled out some clothes.
Chris started to put his boxers on when I interrupted, “Leave them off – you won’t need them.”
He hesitated before putting them back in his bag, slipping on a pair of shorts and t-shirt on. The clothes did nothing for him, the shorts unfitted, the t-shirt too big and drowning his lean frame.
*“And covering that beautiful ass.”*
I shrugged to myself; I’d have him out of them again soon enough. I slipped on a pair of boxers and flip lops, walking bare chested out of the building.
The smell of salt filled the air as we headed to my van as a faint wind buffeting us, the last rays of the setting sun illuminating the way. I had parked my van in the car park, my home, my rolling adventure for the next three months.
Chris looked unsure as he saw the white transit. “Don’t worry,” I reassured him, “You’ll only scream cause you’re riding my dick.”
I slid the door open, showing off the cosy inside. Along the far wall was a single bed, made of pallets and covered with a mattress, colourful blankets draped across it. I had laid a bright tan carpet on the floor, with several tables stuck to the wall and folded away. Mason jars filled with fairy lights were strung across the ceiling as some bright orange wall hangings brought a bit more colour into the space.
“Shit,” Chris whispered unsure, “This is yours.”
“Yeah,” I climbed on the bed, kicking off my shorts, “I built it.”
Chris looked at me naked, admiring the view. Sighing I waved him over.
“Get the fuck in and beside me.” I instructed, patting the small bed beside me.
He climbed in slowly, shutting the door behind him as I turned on the lights, a faint glow filling the space.
He made to sit, but I shook a finger at him.
“Nope – no clothes on the bed, that’s a rule.”
Chris looked awkward as he started to take his t-shirt off, standing there in just his shorts in front of me. I had a quick look to make sure he was enjoying himself, and to my relief I saw that he was.
I smiled at him, “Fuck, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, look at that tent in those shorts.”
Chris went to cover it instinctively.
“No, don’t cover it. Let me see you hard” I encouraged, taking my own hard on in hand, pointing it at him “Look how hard you’ve got me, you’re fucking hot man, so give me a bit of a show.”
Chris eyes darted to it, biting his lip.
*“He’s had it once and can’t get enough.”*
Chris took his hand away from his crotch and started to pull down his shorts.
“Slowly baby.” I commanded.
Chris paused, staring at me before he moved his hands from the side of his hips to the front of his shorts, hooking his thumbs in the waistband, pulling them down. His dick caught in the waist band, being pulled down before spring back up. He stood there.
*“Waiting for instruction – fuck I got lucky.”*
“Fucking beautiful, “I grinned,” but turn around for me.”
Chris did as I instructed, slowly facing the wall.
“That ass is perfection,” I moaned. Part of me wanted to stroke my dick watching this, but I had made a vow that this summer the only time I got off would be from someone else touching me.
“Spread it there for me would you?”
When he wasn’t facing me he seemed a bit more confident, his hands reaching between his cheeks, spreading it, revealing his smooth pink hole.
*“I wonder does he wax or is it natural?”*
I reached under the bed to a small box, opening it, grabbing out the lube. I had already come on his ass once, there was only one place left for me.
“You want my load in you this time?” I knew his answer would be yes before I even asked.
He looked over his shoulder, ass still spread at me lubing up my cock.
He nodded slowly.
“Great,” I leaned back, arms behind my head, “This time you have to work for it – come take a seat.”
He walked over slowly, kneeling on the edge of the bed before awkwardly straddling me, his hands cupping my pecs.
“That’s it Chris, earn my load.”
He grabbed my slick dick in one hand, positioning it as he started to back onto it. Despite me loosening him earlier he was still tight.
*“Or rather I’m fucking huge.”* I though smugly. Guys, girls, non-defined– I didn’t give a shit if they worshipped it. And Chris’s face was so screwed up in concentration he could very well be.
“God, fuck.” He moaned, his lean body bouncing on me, his hands pushing on my chest to support him.
“That’s it babe but come a bit higher – take my full length.”
Chris did as I asked, riding higher and higher, moaning every time, sending the full van shaking with his movements. He took one of his hands and started stroking himself.
I sat up grabbing the hand, starting to buck my hips, lifting him.
“I told you, you cum hands free on this cock – no hands.”
I lay back down, relaxing again. It was a beautiful sight seeing him ride me, his hard dick bouncing, smacking on his stomach every time he bottomed out on me. I had to concentrate and force myself not to cum.
*“I’ll be fucked if I come before him.”*
I began to lift my hips, meeting every bounce of his ass, adding more force. Finally, I could see the tell-tale signs. His dick reddening, his hands tightening on my chest harder, almost painfully.
He was going to cum any minute.
“Fuck, you feel so good Chris, you’re fucking beautiful. Come on, cum on this dick, let me know how much you love it.” I encouraged. I couldn’t wait to see his dick erupt on me.
“Fuck, yes fuck.” He moaned, incoherent. It seemed like he was trying to say something, but he was dick-drunk, he couldn’t get it out.
I felt his ass tighten, around my dick as he started to ride me faster and faster, his words just turning to panting. My stomach grew wet as cum poured from his dick onto my stomach.
*“Now my turn.”*
I relaxed, thrusting up as hard and fast as I could, letting the feelings of his tight warm ass overcome me.
“Fuck yeah Chris, take my fucking load.” I shouted as my balls emptied into him.
We lay there for a minute as I lifted Chris off me, setting him beside me.
“That was fucking great right?”
“Yes, that was amazing.” He agreed, his face flustered.
“Great,” I reached across him to grab my wallet, pulling out a twenty, “Theres a chip shop across the street, go get a cod and chips for me would you?”
Chris looked at me, his expression confused.
“Don’t worry, you’re still staying here. “I explained, “I want sucked off in the morning.”
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