Hello, bro. Sup?
Hey dude, quick question, would you fuck my ass if I wore a ridiculous cheerleader skirt?
Well...let's see...if the skirt was as revealing and tight on you as it would be on those hot cheerleaders...and if you had that cute ass of yours all oiled up...hell yeah, I'd fuck your brains out in that cheerleader skirt! Now, excuse me while I go jerk off thinking about that vision.
"Dude, why would you masturbate when you can fuck me right here?" Marcus says, pulling a cheerleading skirt out of his backpack. He takes off his shorts and underwear, putting on just the skirt. "See?"
Oh fuck yeah, that's it! It makes your ass look even sexier than I thought possible, man! And the thought of me being the one wearing out my cock on that perfect little hole...I don't know if I can take it anymore! So bend over, spread those cheeks wide, and let daddy have a taste!
"At your service, Daddy," he says teasingly, getting on all fours. "Come on, fuck this cheerleader's ass." He wiggles his butt, causing her skirt to sway slightly.
"Mmm, yes...cheerleader's ass," I growl, rubbing my cock through my boxers before finally freeing it. The head of my dick presses against your opening, and with a deep breath, I begin to push inside. It feels impossibly good sliding into that hot, tight little hole. You groan in pleasure as I start thrusting hard and fast, burying myself balls-deep with each powerful stroke.
"Oh fuck yeah!" you moan, arching your back even more. "Harder, Daddy! Fuck me harder!" And so I do, my hips snapping as I drive in and out of you over and over again, my hand curled around the base of my cock to keep from coming too soon. Your cheerleader's skirt rides up with each thrust, revealing even more of your toned ass to me, taunting me with its perfection.
Oh God...I can't last much longer like this...every time you moan and beg for me to fuck you harder I just want to cum all over your ass and fill you up! Your perfect body...so hot, so tight...I could fuck you all day long, Marcus!
"Come on Daddy, fuck my ass, fill me with your seed, mark this cheerleader bitch as yours," he says, moaning with each thrust.
I can't hold out any longer...the pleasure is too much! I slam into you one last time, my cock twitching as hot cum erupts from the tip, filling your ass up with my seed. "Fuck yes!" I cry out as my orgasm washes over me, thrusting deep and hard one final time before collapsing on top of you, panting heavily.
My softening cock slides free from your tight ass, and I gently push you over onto your back, still buried inside of you but no longer moving. "Well," I say with a satisfied grin, "I guess that's one for the team!"
"Damn, dude. I really envy all the ridiculous cheerleaders you've fucked. And to think that all this time I could have been one of them just by wearing this skirt," he says, somewhat agitated.
Hey, you can totally be one of those ridiculous cheerleaders! Or, better yet, the most popular and talented quarterback on the team fucking all those cheerleaders...like me. Just imagine it, man. You with a muscular, defined body and big thick cock tearing up the field while your secret lover Daddy Tyler waits back at home to give you a good hard fucking whenever you need it.
Or better yet, I could be your personal cheerleader. Waiting for you every day after practice or a game in this uniform, ready for you to fuck my ass. Imagine, 'Go Go Daddy Tyler.'
"Oh shit," I whisper, mouth suddenly dry. "That...that's an even better idea..." Images flash through my mind of you on your knees in front of me, that cute ass bared and ready for my cock as you cheer me on with every thrust. God damn it, Marcus. You keep coming up with these incredible ideas, and now I can't think straight!
Or who knows, maybe I'll go to the stadium in a skirt and you can fuck my ass behind the stands.
I groan, closing my eyes as I try to picture the two of us sneaking off behind the bleachers, you in that tiny skirt and me ready to fuck your brains out. Fuck...that's hot as hell. "Marcus..." I breathe heavily, already feeling my cock start to stir in anticipation at the thought. "We need to make this happen, dude."
"Whenever you want, man, my ass is already eager for that day to come."
Suddenly, an idea strikes me. "Wait," I say, my eyes brightening. "What if we filmed it all? That way we can always look back on our little secret and relive the memories whenever we want."
"Do you want to film you fucking my ass while I'm wearing this ridiculous cheerleader skirt?" He thinks for a moment. "I'm in, but be careful what you do with that video. If the rest of the team finds out, I'd end up becoming the team's cumdump."
Don't worry, man. My word is bond. We'll keep it between us and just enjoy the memories we create together. And as for what I do with the video...let's just say that a certain part of my anatomy would be very happy to help spread those memories even further.