When I heard him say hello on the phone, my dick started to get hard. It had only been three days. That’s a record. Either something really bad happened and the boy needed money, or the cherry hole I popped had just enough time to stop being sore and start needing more dick. I was pretty sure it was the latter. At least I hoped it was. Cannikin was a sweet fuck and popular on my OnlyFans channel. Of course I said, “Yes.” I could tell by the way he walked which one it was. Of course, he would get his money. Fair is fair. But boys who need money swagger in, acting like they don’t need money. Boys who want dick come in looking like hungry puppies. Cannikin looked like he was starving. That was okay. I had just the big bone he was looking for. Truth was, I was hungry for a tight ass, too. Cannikin is a grade A fuck boy. So there was a soft knock on the door. I told him to come in, and he shuffled across the room. He was still embarrassed by his need, and didn’t want to admit he was horny, afraid that maybe I didn’t want him. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I’d been leaking in my shorts ever since he called this morning. Yeah, I wanted him. I had a pair of full balls that needed a tight hole to unload in, and his was perfect.
