Self Checkout 2

The fluorescent glow from the streetlamp outside leaked through the thin curtains of Jamie’s bedroom, casting a hazy orange light over their tangled bodies. David lay on his back, chest still heaving, one arm draped heavily around the younger man’s shoulders. Jamie’s skin was warm and slick with sweat, his lithe frame pressed close, that half-hard cock already twitching against David’s thigh like it had a mind of its own.

“Stay,” Jamie had whispered, and David had nodded before he could overthink it. Now, twenty minutes later, the lad was tracing lazy circles through the grey hair on David’s chest, green eyes half-lidded but sparkling with that same cheeky hunger.

“You really do fancy me, don’t you?” David murmured, half-laughing, still dazed. His hand slid down Jamie’s back, cupping the firm curve of his arse. The boy shivered.

“Proper obsessed, more like.” Jamie pushed himself up on one elbow, curls messy and damp. “Thought about you every shift. You’d come in with your little basket, looking all quiet and fit, and I’d be behind the till trying not to get hard in my work trousers. Reckon I’ve wanked in the staff toilet more times than I can count.”

David’s cock gave a interested twitch beneath the duvet. Christ, the boy’s mouth was filthy even when he wasn’t sucking him off.

Jamie noticed. Of course he did. He grinned, sliding a hand down to wrap long fingers around David’s thickening length. “Still got more in you, silver daddy? Good. Because I’m not done.”

He kissed his way down David’s body, slow this time—no frantic hallway desperation. Soft, open-mouthed kisses across the soft swell of his belly, tongue dipping into his navel, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just above his pubic hair. When he reached David’s cock, he nuzzled it lovingly, rubbing his cheek against the thickening shaft.
“Love how heavy you are,” Jamie breathed, licking a broad stripe from balls to tip. “Love how you smell after you’ve come. Musky. Proper man.”

David groaned, fingers threading back into those dark curls. Jamie took his time now, savouring every inch—sucking one bollock into his mouth, then the other, tongue swirling, before sliding back up to swallow him deep again. No rushing. Just wet, obscene sounds and the occasional moan vibrating around David’s cock.
“Jamie… fuck, lad…”

The boy pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny. “Want you to fuck me again. Bare this time. I’m on PrEP, tested last month. Want to feel you proper.”

David’s breath caught. “You sure?”

Jamie crawled up his body and kissed him, deep and dirty. “I’m sure. Want your load inside me. Want to feel it drip out tomorrow when I’m stacking shelves.”

He reached for the lube again, slicking David’s cock with generous strokes before straddling him once more. This time he sank down slower, eyes locked on David’s face, mouth falling open in a silent gasp as bare skin met bare skin.

“Fuuuuck,” Jamie hissed, head tipping back. “So hot. So thick. Filling me right up.”

David gripped his hips, thumbs pressing into the grooves of his pelvis, and let the boy set the pace. Jamie rode him with long, rolling movements, grinding down deep on every stroke so David’s cock rubbed right against that sweet spot inside him. The wet sound of lube and skin filled the small room, mixed with Jamie’s running filth.

“Look at that belly move when I bounce on you,” he panted, one hand braced on David’s soft middle. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Want you to pin me down with it. Want you to crush me while you breed me.”

David flipped them without warning, pressing Jamie into the mattress with his heavier frame. The lad’s legs wrapped around his waist instantly, heels digging into his back.

“Yes…fuck…harder, Daddy,” Jamie begged, nails raking down David’s shoulders. “Own this hole. It’s yours.”
David thrust deep and steady, hips snapping, the slap of skin loud in the quiet flat. Jamie was loud, moaning, cursing, telling him exactly how good it felt, how no boy his age could ever stretch him like this, how he wanted David’s come so deep he’d taste it.

When David felt his orgasm building again, he buried his face in Jamie’s neck, biting down on the smooth skin as he drove in hard. Jamie came first with a broken cry, untouched, painting both their stomachs with fresh ropes of spunk. His hole clenched rhythmically, milking David until he followed with a deep groan, pulsing hot and bare inside the tight heat.

They stayed locked together afterwards, David’s softening cock still buried deep, Jamie’s arms and legs wrapped around him like he never wanted to let go.

“Reckon I’m keeping you,” Jamie mumbled sleepily against his ear, pressing a soft kiss to the grey stubble. “Every Friday. Maybe Tuesdays too. Whenever you fancy getting your cock sucked by a greedy nineteen-year-old who can’t get enough of your dad bod.”

David chuckled, low and warm, pulling the duvet over them both. For the first time in years, the hollow feeling was gone. Replaced by the steady heartbeat of the boy in his arms and the quiet promise of more.

Outside, the Tesco Express lights still hummed in the distance. Inside, Jamie was already stirring again, hips giving a lazy roll.

“Round three in the morning, yeah?” he whispered.
David smiled into the dark. “Yeah. Round three.”

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