1 INSTAGRAM KING
Chapter 1
INSTAGRAM KING
Loud rock music blared from the vinyl record spinning in the background.
Kyler froze on the oversized brown suede couch in the sprawling rustic loft, the faint scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air. His gaze drifted to the exposed brass pipes on the ceiling as he wondered how the hell he’d ended up here.
In the center of the room stood a sleek, vintage black motorcycle, so polished it could’ve been carved from the surface of a rocket. It wasn’t finished, though—gears, tools, and parts were scattered across the floor, giving it an unfinished, raw edge.
Kyler knew he didn’t belong in this space. The 19-year-old tiny redhead, short and slim with ghostly pale skin, looked utterly lost on the couch. Only ten minutes had passed, but he already felt himself shrinking smaller.
Swallowing hard, Kyler glanced at the king-sized bed. Curiosity pulled him to lean over, peering into the bedside trash can. His eyes caught a used condom in a golden wrapper labeled
*Magnum XL*. Extra-large.
Kyler’s throat went dry.
!!! The bathroom door slammed open, and he jumped. Couldn’t bring himself to meet the man’s gaze. Instead, he stared out the window at the crawling Los Angeles traffic.
“Done. Thanks for waiting, I needed that shower. Venice Beach was fuckin’ brutal today. My pits would’ve knocked you out,” a deep, husky voice rumbled, like a Nordic warrior’s growl, too low for Kyler to mimic.
Kyler jolted awkwardly, as he rose from the sofa to face the man
Cruz was a giant, head nearly scraping the ceiling. His chiseled torso rippled with muscle, tanned skin glowing like he lived for the outdoors. Wet black hair dripped as he slicked it back.
A moment passed.
Cruz’s dark eyes locked onto Kyler’s, a hungry glint flashing in them. Kyler blushed, his gaze accidentally dropping to the towel barely covering the space between Cruz’s legs. Those legs were so long they seemed to stretch as far as Kyler’s entire torso.
The boy’s lips trembled.
He felt tiny next to Cruz Rizzman. The famous fitness model, athlete, and Instagram royalty who had literally legally changed his surname from ‘Risman’ to ‘Rizzman’ just to troll his millions of followers. Half of the internet worshipped his brutal workout regimens and extreme challenges; the other half constantly created meme accounts for his unhinged personality.
And yet, here Kyler was…sitting in his bedroom.
“Alright, give me the rundown. Name’s Kyler, right?” Cruz’s voice cut through the silence.
“Yeah,” Kyler stammered, nodding.
“Want a drink? Shit, all I got’s beer.” Cruz took two long strides to the kitchen counter, opening a fridge stuffed with cans.
“I’m good. Don’t drink much,” Kyler said.
“Boy, you look tense.” Cruz glanced at him, popping open two beers despite Kyler’s protest.
“I... I didn’t think you’d actually reply to my DM,” Kyler admitted, voice shaky.
“How can I not? Your DM was one of a kind” Cruz grinned, clinking his beer against Kyler’s before chugging his. “I would say it was a very impressive essay.”
Kyler fumbled for words as Cruz nodded toward the bed. That towel was way too small, barely hiding Cruz’s lower part.
Fuck, he’s massive!
“C’mon, you don’t have to be so tense. I’m just a guy who is flexing here and there. And we all know the internet never make anyone special”. Cruz brushed his dark hair back and sank onto the bed’s edge. Kyler followed, perching beside him like a nervous rabbit.
“I want to know more about you. What made a boy from - - Which state? You wrote in your profile”.Cruz asked.
“North Dakota,”
“What dragged you to L.A.?”
Their faces inched closer, and Kyler sipped his beer to steady himself.
“Well...I wanted to get away from the winter. Then I got into UCLA. Luck, I guess, which is great because I just --can’t handle the snow.”
Cruz’s deep laugh was magnetic. “Chug that ,” He commanded, tossing his empty can to the floor. Kyler watched as Cruz shifted onto the bed, leaning against the headboard.
His muscular arms stretched wide, inviting Kyler into his world.
“Get up here”
Kyler chug and toss the beer can like Cruz, he crawled forward, wrists trembling, and curled into Cruz’s arm. Cruz wrapped him tightly, pressing Kyler’s small frame against his broad chest.
“Are you still tense, North Dakota?” Cruz teased.
“Calling me by my state ain’t hot,” Kyler let out a a shy laugh.
“Oh, yeah? Forgot you hate the cold. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you plenty warm tonight.” Cruz’s breath grazed Kyler’s ear, making him flinch.
Cruz grabbed Kyler’s trembling hand.
“You sure you’re ready for my size, like you said in your essay?”
“Well... if you help me prepare, like you said you would, it’ll be fine.”
Cruz looked amused. “We’ll find out soon. But if you’re shaking like this, I’m not taking the towel off yet—you might bolt.”
Suddenly, he pulled Kyler into his arms, crawling over him possessively. Kyler lay flat on the bed, overshadowed by Cruz’s massive frame.
If Cruz wanted to, he could snap Kyler’s neck with one hand.
That thought sent a rush of heat through Kyler’s pants.
“Seriously, This isn’t your first time, right? You said you’ve had sex?”
“I have. I’ve had sex,” Kyler forced himself to meet his gaze.
“Good.” Cruz gently brushed the red hair from Kyler’s eyes, a tender touch Kyler hadn’t expected. “Anything you want to tell me?”
“I... I don’t know. I just... like you a lot. I’ve been your fan since high school. Actually, I—” Kyler swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a murmur. “I kinda realized I was gay because of you.”
What the hell did I just say?!!
“Sorry, that’s weird. I just—your IG, you, everything. Sorry,” Kyler mumbled, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the mattress.
Cruz blew out a low, rumbling laugh. “That’s some wild shit... but I like it, definitely different.”
Cruz leaned in just a little closer, his dark eyes fixed on Kyler. “It’s pretty wild, what you DM’d me. You wrote me a whole fucking essay. Consent form, limits, what you wanted me to do if you froze up. Most people just send emojis and nudes, but not you, North Dakota. You are something else.”
Kyler’s ears went hot. It was Wednesday night, right after finishing one full bucket of ice cream, he had typed it out like a university letter. Hit sent.
Yes, he wanted it. Yes, Cruz could lead. Yes, if he went quiet, that was not a no.
“Do you mean it?” Cruz asked.
“I did.” It came out smaller than he meant.
He cleared his throat and forced himself to look up. “I do.”
Cruz’s mouth curved. “Bold as hell for someone who can’t even look at my chest.”
“I can look.” Kyler looked. The low-slung towel, the sculpted hips, the single drop of water still lingering on Cruz’s collarbone. “I just look like I can’t. That’s where people underestimate me.”
Cruz caught his chin, firm enough to lock their gaze together.
“Then say it out loud. You already typed it.”
Kyler’s stomach did that awful drop, and he bit his lower lip without realizing it.
“I gave you full control. I asked you to fu-- ” Kyler said. ” I—I already gave you permission in written form! I even showed you my ID, I don’t know how much more official this had to be...”
He buried his flaming red face in his hands, groaning softly. “Please stop asking green-flag questions. We all know you’re not that guy.”
Cruz blew out a sudden laugh. “Damn... you’re really something.”
And then, suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted.
A heavy, suffocating silence crept between them. The playful smirk faded from Cruz’s lips, and his eyes darkened—as if something wild and ruthless had suddenly taken possession of him...
Cruz reached out, fingers lightly trailed along the back of Kyler’s neck, , sending a shiver all the way down Kyler’s spine.
“The thing is I’ve never brought a follower here before,” Cruz rumbled, his voice dropping into an impossibly low.
Kyler blinked. “No way...”
“Was tied down for a long while. Single now, though. I’ll tell you what, Kyler. You made me feel lucky tonight.”
“Me? You’re lucky??” Kyler’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The giant’s palms cupped Kyler’s face. Finally, Kyler closed his eyes, surrendering to the gentle rub of Cruz’s thumbs against his flushed cheeks.
“Natural red hair, snow-pale skin, and those little freckles on your cheeks... like a porcelain doll. I think you’re cute as hell. But, to be completely honest, it’s those lips that drive me fucking crazy.”
A hunter glint flashed in Cruz’s eyes as his index finger hooked around Kyler’s wet lower lip.
“They’re so red... for a boy’s lips.. like all the blood on your body rushes right here.”
Cruz curled his finger around the soft lip, gently pulling it down until it brushed against Kyler’s chin.
“Look at that...”
Cruz’s voice heavy with hunger. He slipped two fingers into Kyler’s little mouth, stroking those full, beautiful lips before letting them spring back into place... leaving them flushed red.
“Wow...” Cruz breathed.
Kyler felt like his chest was about to burst into a million pieces. Cruz was looking at him with that look... telling him he was the first follower he’d ever brought back to his loft. But he couldn’t help wondering—Was he simply setting the mood?
Before Kyler could think it through, that devilishly handsome face, the kind that looked ridiculously good in the shadows during photoshoots was already leaning toward him.
The tip of Cruz’s nose nearly touched his. Strands of black hair fell forward, brushing against his face. Kyler closed his eyes, accepting the kiss he never in a million years dreamed he’d get.
Their lips met, tight and firm, before Cruz took total control, slowly sucking Kyler’s lips, trailing his tongue along the wet seam.
Sensing Kyler relax, Cruz’s warm hand cupped the back of his neck, his other hand sliding under Kyler’s back to lift his small waist flush against his broad chest. Cruz worked Kyler’s mouth, pulling and sucking as he devoured him.
Heat swept through Kyler’s entire body. His hands, trembling just moments ago, now clung tightly around Cruz’s neck. The kiss turned fierce as Cruz swept his tongue inside Kyler’s mouth, flipping it with practise ease.
“Mmm~”
Kyler tilted his head, yielding to the pressure. Cruz’s tongue flicked rapidly, tasting every warm corner... until the boy’s slender neck went limp, swaying in giant hands.
The sweet taste of Kyler drew a low, lustful groan from Cruz’s throat.
“Hmmmm.” The deep vibration sent electricity all the way to Kyler’s toes. He curled them as his cock began to harden.
And Cruz could feel it.
Cruz smirked, deliberately keeping his hips lifted off the bed, intentionally waiting until Kyler was fully aroused.
Then Cruz lowered his hips, pressing directly between Kyler’s thighs.Kyler’s eyes flew open the second he felt what was under Cruz’s towel.
“Uh... Cruz...”
“Yeah, little guy... THAT’S IT.”
Kyler went numb all over. The sheer size of it , NO, the monstrous size of it—felt more like a club than a human cock. It stretched from between his thighs all the way past his navel... way, way past it. And judging by the thickness he could feel, it was—
Oh, God.
Kyler’s head was already spinning.
“Arms up,” Cruz ordered.
Kyler pushed himself upright, letting his shabby black hoodie slip off and revealing his slender, snow-pale body, with the faint outlines of his ribs showing through.
The boy felt horribly self-conscious. Being half-naked in front of Cruz, a fitness model whose body he’d idolized, was embarrassing enough. But Cruz wasn’t looking at him with judgment.
Cruz’s gaze was burning with heat.
“Wow, Kyler, don’t cover yourself up like that. Haha. You’re hilarious.”
“Don’t ‘wow’ me ! I’m so embarrassed. I mean, your body looks like it was sculpted by God! Why are you going ‘wow’ over a skinny-ass skeleton like me?”
Kyler curled in on himself, instinctively folding his arms across his chest.
“Hey. You weren’t this shy in DMs, Kyler. If you’re gonna get coy now, you came to the wrong loft.”
Cruz caught his arms and parted them effortlessly, then pushed the boy back down onto the mattress. In one swift movement, he hooked his fingers into Kyler’s faded jeans and dragged them off.
“Ah!” Before Kyler could even protest, his socks and underwear came off with them. The whole thing happened so quickly that he tensed up all over again.
This was going to be the second time he’d ever had sex.
..
Cruze tossed the towel aside.
“God…! How do you even stuff that in your pants?” Kyler gasped.
He was staring at a long, enormous cock, thick enough, to match Kyler’s upper arm. The head was fat and intimidating, the kind of shape that made his stomach drop. Thick veins ran along the entire shaft as if they were mocking Kyler’s own masculinity.
And the tip was already glistening with precum.
“Ask again.” Cruz smirked down at him. “Ask me how I’m gonna stuff this into Kyler’s little hole.”
…
Heavy arms crushing Kyler into the mattress, his stomach dropped off a cliff. He couldn’t do a damn thing except lie there as the giant mauled his neck, his ears, and ravaging his lips.
Cruz went completely unhinged. His hot tongue dragged across Kyler’s neck, sucking and biting down hard, leaving dark marks. Heavy, calloused hands handled him like raw dough, gripping and squeezing every inch of soft skin
Like a fucking porcelain doll, Cruz thought. Exactly like one.
No slowing down to let Kyler catch his breath. Cruz mapped every inch of skin he could lay hands on, grabbing his feet, yanking them wide, and folding his skinny knees up to leave him totally open.
“Fuck, you’re so tiny, but look at this pink peach…” Cruz murmured. “Pure perfection. Who the fuck made you this beautiful, Kyler?”
Cruz squeezed Kyler’s ass, kneading it like a dough. Then he gave it a light smack.
“Ah!”
Cruz grinned, slapping it harder.
“Ah! Cruz!”
“Yes?” Cruz chuckled.
Just looking at Kyler lying there, his face flushed and his pink hole twitched adorably. Cruz knew exactly how to wreck him. He was going to get Kyler fucked-up high without a single drop of alcohol.
Kyler let out a squeak as Cruz grabbed his legs and flipped him onto his stomach with ease. Kyler felt just like a rag doll. Completely at Cruz’s mercy.
He wanted this. The voice in his head screamed it.
‘He is getting it.’
*SLAP SLAP SLAP!*
Cruz’s hand came down hard on Kyler’s pale pink ass. The soft flesh jiggled against his palms as he alternated between soft rubs and hard smacks.
Kyler squirmed at the sting, but Cruz gave him four or five more quick spanks, clearly enjoying himself too much.
“Holy shit, North Dakota... your ass turned red so fast. Fuck, this is turning me on so bad.”
Finally, Cruz stopped testing him.
“Alright. Time to give you what you asked for... hope it preps you enough for the real battle.”
Cruz slid off the bed, walked to the drawer by the bathroom, and came back holding a massive bottle, a white liquid labeled F_ck Water.
“... Okay...” Kyler blew out a shaky breath.
“Still want this?”
“Yes.” He replied. “Yes...I do”
Cruz dropped to his knees behind him, looming over his ass. He gave it one last squeeze before dumping a thick load of slick gel into the twitching hole.
Kyler’s breath hitched as Cruz’s long fingers nudged against his rim.
“You sure you’ve fucked before?” Cruz asked, skeptical. The hole looked virgin-tight…and considering how small Kyler was, taking Cruz’s size seemed physically impossible.
“Just once... drunk with a friend. Don’t remember much,” Kyler admitted.
“Damn, you’re bold today.”
Kyler buried his face deeper into the pillow. Cruz’s big hands worked the lube all over, thumbs prying his tight rim open. A thick finger pushed the slick gel inside, driving past the entrance. So tight Cruz half-expected the boy to jump up and bolt.
But the second Cruz sank in his first knuckle, Kyler just let out a long satisfying moan.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“Okay...”
Kyler forced himself to relax. Just a finger. Just a finger, he kept repeating. Cruz worked it slow, feeling the tight heat clinging around him before suddenly yanking it out.
“AH!” Kyler gasped out loud as a hot tongue replaced the finger, bathing his hole in wetness. Cruz flicked his tongue rapidly, invading him.
Cruz rumbled in his throat, shoving his index finger two knuckles deep without warning.
“AAAAH!!” Kyler let out a sharp cry, his hips bucking as he clamped down tight.
“Easy, boy. Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s not,” Kyler gasped. “I’m just startle.”
“That’s the spirit”
The giant let out a ragged breath, completely out of patience. He spread Kyler’s soft cheeks wide and buried his face right back in, eating him out.
Cruz’s thick finger worked in tight circles inside the narrow passage, pushing a slurry of gel and spit deeper into him. The stubble on Cruz’s jaw scraped against his bubble butt.
Kyler’s hips jerked up as the finger push onto his prostate.
“AAAAHHH!”
“Good boy... Now this’ll make things easier.” Cruz’s tongue lashed relentlessly while he thrust a second finger inside. Kyler’s hole was fluttering in response.
“Nnngh... ah... Cruz—”
“What is it, Kyler?” Cruz teased. Then he trapped that good spot between his fingers, rubbing, circling, and pushing until the boy was screaming his lungs out.
“Oh god—that feels—so fucking good!”
“Yeah.” Cruz hammered his prostate relentlessly, hissing through his teeth at the rising heat pouring out of Kyler.
Kyler bit his lip, tears welling up from pleasure. Cruz’s touch was raw and brutal, exactly the kind of man Kyler had imagined, the kind of experience he’d secretly wanted from him.
In one motion, Cruz flipped him onto his back, forcing him to lock eyes with the man about to claim him.
“Try to breathe normally,” He commanded, hauling Kyler’s legs apart and pinning his feet up toward the ceiling.
Kyler stared up at the red-violet lights. He hadn’t even noticed when Cruz turned on the sex lights. Rock music still blasted from the speakers behind them.
“You asked for this.” Cruz gave him a wicked grin as he wrapped his thick hand around his huge cock, lining the wide tip up with Kyler’s entrance.
“You’re getting it.”
“Wait—wait, Cruz!!”
Cruz rubbed the tip against him, teasing him with quick, shallow strokes before slowing down even more. Kyler’s protests soon turned into helpless whimpers. He looked down, watching his little hole get coated and painted by the massive cock.
“This is gonna be messy,” Cruz muttered, grabbed the bottle of lube and poured a thick stream over his cock.
His other hand wrapped around Kyler’s dick.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Kyler gasped as Cruz pumped his fist up and down, squeezing the head.
Kyler’s eyes rolled up as Cruz pushed the head in, just a little.
“Oh Fuck!” They both groaned in unison.
“Fuck! Don’t clench yet, Kyler.”
“Ah, ah, it’s too big. I don’t think I can—” The hole gripped the head so tight Cruz nearly lost his mind.
He hooked Kyler’s legs over his shoulders and lifted that small ass up for a better angle.Cruz was too big. Kyler’s hips came up off the bed and hung there.
Kyler’s breathing shredded. He’d never felt anything this terrifyingly hot in his entire life.
His eyes locked onto Cruz looming over him—black hair soaked with sweat, droplets running down his jaw and scruffy beard. The look in Cruz’s eyes made the rest of the world disappear. Hell, it felt like the man was swallowing his whole soul.
Cruz wanted him. And Kyler had wanted to belong to Cruz for as long as he could remember.
“Do you trust me, Kyler?” Cruz asked.
Kyler nodded, completely lost in the moment. “Yeah... I trust you, Cruz.”
Cruz braced his forearms on either side of Kyler’s head, grabbed his thick cock, and shoved it deeper.
“Ngh!”
“Breathe, baby...” the raspy growl right against his ear sent violent goosebumps down Kyler’s spine.
His tight entrance stretched wide around the thick head—he was positive he was going to rip in half. But Cruz worked a finger around the rim to swirl more lube, keeping raw eye contact before driving his cock in further.
" AHHH! Oh god— It’s gonna split me open!” Kyler screamed, the pressure way too fucking tight.
“Alright, Head’s in.You did good, look at it...”
Cruz hoisted Kyler’s leg higher, forcing him to watch where they connected. The tiny hole was stretched open. The thick cock sat in it. There was still a forearm’s length left outside.
“Heh. It’s cute how wide your little hole has to stretch just for me.”
Kyler’s face turned scarlet.
“Mmm... like the dirty talk? Look at you twitching around me.”
“D-don’t tease... I’m almost at my limit,” he panted, feeling helpless.
“Not really but…this is insane.”
Cruz stared down at him with pure amusement. “I’m gonna start moving and sink all the way in. If it hurts too much, say ‘Snow’. Okay?”
Kyler wanted to laugh, but even keeping his eyes open was a struggle. He nodded.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Snow. I got it.”
“Good boy.” Cruz blew out two heavy breaths. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”
And what the hell was all that before then? Kyler braced himself for the onslaught.
The giant shifted his hips lightly, testing.“Nnhhhhh!!!!!” That alone made the boy fist the sheet.
Cruz rolled his hips in short strokes. Not rough at the start, but enough to bounce the smaller body on the beat. The fat head kept grinding relentlessly against his sweet spot.
Kyler moaned, high and sweet. His whole body was being run by a cock that was only the tip inside him.
" Ah! It- -It feels too fucking good!” ” ” Kyler cried, tears of ecstasy streaming down. Cruz grabbed a fistful of red hair, pulling Kyler back to crush his mouth, sucking the kid’s tongue mid-sob.
“Little Kyler... you really came to the wrong loft... cause there’s still a whole lot that needs to go inside you.”
Cruz stopped moving and pulled his thick cock out with a wet pop, looking down at Kyler’s gaping hole with dark pride.
“On your stomach,” Cruz commanded.
Kyler rolled over, trembling like a drowned puppy, before he could form any coherent thoughts, Cruz’s rod slid in again hitting his sweet spot on the very first thrust.
Cruz couldn’t hold back anymore. He didn’t want to hurt him, but the size difference was too much. However Cruz moved, it poured sensation through Kyler that he nearly gagged on it.
“You like that? Halfway in, you good?”
“Yes... fuck, YES!” Kyler cried.
“Gotta love your spirit!” Cruz laughed, giving Kyler’s plump, peachy ass an affectionate squeeze.
Kyler buried his face in the pillow, moaning and whimpering. The boy was at his limit. He could feel it building, about to break.
“Nnh, nnh, so good, so fucking good, hah, I c-can’t—”
Cruz winced, a sudden shockwave hit both their lower abdomens as Kyler’s hole fluttered violently
“I’m gonna—oh god!”
“Oh, fuck, you’re squeezing like you’re about to cum. Are you—”
A jet of hot liquid shot out onto the pillow, spraying in thick streams.
“Wow. You can cum just from getting fucked in the ass... What else you got for me?” Cruz grunted, grinding hard against the spot right through the kid’s orgasm, brutally overstimulating him.
“Fuck, fuck! Ah! Ah!! AHHH!!”
The sheer friction from inside forced every last drop out of Kyler’s cock.
Once. Twice. Thrice. Until there wasn’t a drop left.
Wow. Cruz figured he’d have a hearing problem tomorrow. Kyler came louder than three whores put together.
...Maybe because he was still so inexperienced.
Cruz let go, mean enough to drop the boy face-down in his own mess.
“Yeah, baby boy. Let me see that fucked-out face.”
Cruz scooped Kyler up gently rolling him onto his back so he could admire that post-orgasm haze. Kyler’s eyes were still glassy. Cruz kissed his cheek.
Then the giant sank his heavy body down, crushing Kyler under some weight. Hot, slick muscle pressed against every inch of the smaller frame—chest to chest, thighs tangled with thighs, their mixed sweat making them stick together.
“Your eyes are rolling back now”
Cruz’s rough beard stubble scraping against Kyler’s sensitive skin. He trailed soft, possessive kisses up Kyler’s jawline before sliding two fingers into the kid’s mouth, gently hooking his pink tongue.
“Now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Kyler obeyed without a second thought, his tongue slipping past his lips. Cruz leaned down and sucked on it dirty and deep, taking his time to lick over Kyler’s sweat-soaked cheeks, tasting him.
“Ugh...” Kyler panted weakly into the kiss, his small fingers curling into Cruz’s broad shoulders.
Cruz broke the kiss just an inch away, his dark eyes locking onto Kyler’s dazed, heavy-lidded stare. The intensity in his gaze softened just enough to feel tender.
“Are you still with me, Kyler?”
Kyler blinked his sweat-soaked lashes, leaned into the touch “Yeah... I’m here...”
Cruz smiled, a real fond smile.
“Good...”
His large hand sliding down to cup the side of Kyler’s waist. He nuzzled his nose right behind Kyler’s ear, breathing him in.
“Gonna find a way to fuck you deeper.”
He pulled Kyler up into his lap, facing the window...
The rock music faded into the background.
Cruz dropped him, driving back into him all the way.
They fucked relentlessly, the world spinning as Kyler began to fade into complete, dizzying sensory overload.
“AHH—CRUZ! YOU ARE FUCKING INSANE!”
“Say ‘Snow’ if you need out,” Cruz grunted, buried deep and holding nothing back. “Otherwise, I’m not slowing down.”
Kyler’s fingers twisted violently into the damp sheets, his voice breaking on a breathless sob. “I’m... I’m gonna pass out. D-don’t you stop.”
“Pass out, and I’ll fuck you til’ you’re back and come on my cock again ”
Kyler screamed as another violent orgasm shattered him, his body clamping down impossibly tight around Cruz’s shaft.
It was so good it ached.
“Shit! This is dangerous” Cruz panted, tossing his sweat-drenched black hair back. “You milk me so hard I might fuckin’ fall for you,”
He pinned Kyler flat against the mattress, pressing in balls-deep. His broad palms clamped over Kyler’s chest and throat, moving with the relentless, primal drive of a beast breeding his mate, face tight with wild intensity.
He was getting off so hard on fucking this redheaded doll.
Cruz bent down low until their faces were inches apart, their ragged breaths syncing as their eyes locked.
“I’m cumming... get ready to take every fucking drop I saved for you!” Cruz choked Kyler’s neck as he drove all the way and shot his load deep inside him..
Thick cum surged deep inside Kyler’s desperate hole, and it gushed out the moment Cruz pulled his cock free.
“AHHHH!!!”
Cruz felt sorry for a moment when he saw his come gush out of that pretty hole. It clenched, shrank a little, and squeezed everything inside out.
Kyler’s stomach muscles twitched, ten times. He had a dry orgasm while pushing Cruz’s seed out of himself.
“…hah… hah… hah… hah.” Their breathing ran together.
Cruz finally dropped down next to Kyler, who has gone slack.
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The time passed for a while. The sweat started to dry, and Kyler can hear the music again.
“Heard redheads fuck the best. Guess it’s true,” Cruz said, looking at Kyler’s sleepy face in his arm.
“...Hmm...” The boy’s eyes widened, still too fucked-out to compute any words.
“Red? What’s red?”
“Hahaha,” The giant chuckled. “You’re so funny, North Dakota.”
“You’re the one who laughs at random things. I haven’t done anything yet.” Kyler spoke with a hoarse voice.
“Where do you live?” Cruz asked
“I’m in Westwood”
“Good. Tomorrow I’ve got a fitness video shoot with my buddy in the morning anyway, so I can just drop you off on the way.“Cruz patted his head gently, which was questionable.
“Um.. It’s alright. I can call Uber.” Kyler felt embarrassed and obligated.
Cruz sighed, hugged Kyler on his lap as he pointed at the motorcycle the middle of the room.
“You see that badass beast, boy? Nobody says no to that. And I’ve never offered anyone a ride.”
Kyler looked at it. Gears on the floor.There are parts that didn’t seem attached to anything. “Can you actually sit on it? It doesn’t look finished.”
“Hey! It will never be done, alright?” Cruz sat up like he’d been insulted. “You know guys who love to customize their bikes? It’s a work of art! It’ll take a lifetime!”
“Well.” Kyler raised an eyebrow, smiling, because Cruz was already going. “There are pieces on the floor.”
“Those are parts I’m working on. It’s rideable. BOY IT’S THE BEST THING ON THE ROAD!” The bigger man went off, loud and ridiculous.
Kyler bit his lip, trying not to laugh because it will hurt. “I’m just saying. If it dies in Culver City I’m not pushing it.”
“Hey!” Cruz turned on him, eyes playful. He wrestled Kyler down lightly, then kissed his cheek. “My cum is still leaking out of your ass and you’re out here talking shit about my bike!?”
Cruz got out of bed, still offended. He walked to the closet and threw the towel over Kyler’s body.
“Go shower. You can stay the night. I’m getting bubble tea. What do you want?”
“What?” Kyler sprang.
“Bubble tea,baby. Been dying for it. I was cutting. But tonight’s the night since you are here.”
Kyler sat there, blank, processing. Then he answered softly.
“Jasmine, clear boba. ”
Cruz pointed at him. “Coming up.”
Kyler laughed before he could stop it.
“Cruz Rizzman the health guru chugging bubble tea at 2 a.m.? Wilder than your dick. I’m starting a hater account and blasting this on your IG.”
Cruz laughed on his way to the door. He really did think Kyler was funny.
Kyler watched the big man slide the iron door and leave the loft.
The boy smiled. He already knew this would not be the last night he spent with Cruz Rizzman, the unhinged king of Instagram. He happened to know the super-secret about Cruz’s bubble tea.
