Robbie Licke stood still as his male Makeup Artist finished spray tanning the last of his nearly naked body. Licke’s suntanned skin had to be seen as his Costume Designer requested him to wear this ridiculous skintight white pants, and fitted purple shirt.
Which needed to accent his newly defined muscles, as he was told.
After an earlier the wardrobe test for Robbie’s current music video that featured rapper Big O’, Robbie pondered, I look like a cast member of the musical version of Miami Vice doing the samba.
God, I look foolish.
However, the pants did highlight my firm butt.
Robbie was not muscle-sculpted Adonis, but he did have a hired Personal Trainer working on his chest and biceps. And this last month, heavily on his butt doing…show more content… The rapper spun Licke around. Then as good boy, Robbie knelt down and helped pulled down his slacks, followed by tugging on Big O’s boxers.
Big O’s cock sprang from its confinement and aimed directly at Robbie’s parting lips. Robbie had never touched or seen up-close an uncircumcised cock before.
God, it’s monstrous!, thought Robbie.
Licke started tonguing the foreskin, then the cock slit. Robbie grasped Big O’s cock and began stroking it, while sucking its shaft.
After minutes of sucking on Big O’s dick, this began to feel natural to Robbie. Robbie knew it was definitely bigger than his Trainer’s. Without any doubt, his Trainer’s would have been a lot easier to swallow.
It had to be nearly eleven inches, Robbie pondered.
“That’s my baby. Get on that. Yeah, turn you into a helluva cocksucker,” Big O’ spoke, while his hands held Robbie’s head in place.
It didn’t take long until Robbie felt a spit-lubed finger entering his gaping, eager hole.
“You want my ass?” Robbie spoke as he finally gasped for air.
Big O’s finger kept pushing deeper until finding that warm spot…show more content… I said I would take care of you. Now, stand up and bend over that chair. I want to show you something,” Big O’ spoke as if offering an hors d'oeuvre platter.
Robbie stood and turned around, and finally bent over as instructed. While watching Robbie take his orders, Big O’ had removed his buttoned short-sleeve shirt, and now was stroking his cock before as he squat down facing Robbie’s virgin hole.
“What the…” Robbie moaned as Big O’s tongue began lapping his rosebud hole.
Then, the finger returned again, followed by two more. Each time stretching his once-virgin hole wider.
Robbie thought, God, I want more.
That’s amazing.
Robbie quivered as he felt something new assaulting his asshole.
And it felt bigger than his fingers.
“C’mon, baby. Daddy’s going to feed you now,” Big O’ spoke pushing his cockhead into newly charter territory, with one heaving thrust. Robbie wanted to hit the ceiling as his asshole was being invaded by a monster snake.
His mind only repeated the word shit.
His eyes rolled back.
His heartbeat raced.
Moisture crept upon his body.
“Fuck. Stop, I can’t take it. Please,” Robbie pleaded.
Then Robbie felt a warming sensation like no other as he finally started a rhythmic gyration of riding Big O’s
