Our first entry is from the lovely Essin ‘Em, who took pen to paper and wrote some hot boy on boy sex for me, and who doesn’t love that? Tomorrow, I’ll be posting the second finalist’s story, and then voting will be open!
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Ryan walked into the room, grabbed him by his shaggy hair, pulled his head back, and kissed him roughly. His teeth yanked on his lips as they pulled away, and Jake felt the coppery taste of blood in his mouth.

“Strip and bend over.” Ryan’s voice broke through the silence like a whip, and Jake took no time in removing his shirt and jeans.
“All of it.” More hesitant, Jake slid his boxer briefs down in his legs, kicking them to the side rather than letting them pool in a pile on the floor. He bent over the billiard table, spread his hands across the green felt.

Smack. The sound of palm hitting ass resonated in the empty bar. Jake held his ground. Smack. Again, and again, Ryan laid his hand across Jake’s ass, pressing him into the hard wooden edge of the table. The edge wasn’t the only hard wood in the room, and Ryan smirked as he walked around the table to observe his boy. He made it back around to the edge of the table, and the spanking started up again. Ryan would rub Jake’s ass, lovingly, gently, and then lay a hard smack upon it. Smack.

Taking a break, he reached into his pocket, grabbing a bottle of lube. “You will take me, all the way. And you will not move, and not make a noise until I tell you that you are allowed to do so.” As Ryan lubed up a finger, and slowly inserted it into the hole in front of him, Jake shivered, but didn’t move or say a word. Two fingers. His body shudder slightly at the sensation, but there was not a sound from between his lips. Three fingers. In and out. A slight moan escaped his lips; the fingers were pulled out and Smack. Without a pause, they were back in his ass, working their way in and out.

Moments later, Jake heard the sound of Ryan’s fly being unzipped, and the click of the cap from the lube. He braced himself as Ryan was poised behind him, ready to enter. Slowly, centimeters at a time, Ryan penetrated Jake, at such a speed that Jake almost begged him to be fucked, but remembered the gag rule just in time. Finally, all the way in, Ryan started moving back and forth slowly, eventually picking up speed. He leaned over, close to Jake’s ear, and told him “good boy. Now you can move and make as much noise as you want.” Then he reached around with a lube hand, grabbed Jake’s cock and started jerking him off. Jake started grunting, and pushing back into Ryan. Seconds later, he came, his come drenching the age-old walnut of the table. Ryan kept fucking him, and shortly, he groaned as he climaxed. He pulled out, took off and tied up the condom, and tossed it.

Grabbing Jake by the hair, he pulled him close. “Same time, same place, next week?” Jake nodded as much as he could with Ryan’s fingers entwined in his mane. Pushing him back on the table, Ryan walked out the front door as Jake gathered his pile of clothes, and went back to cleaning the bar.