Woody shoved Buzz against the toy box, his wooden hand gripping the space rangers helmet and yanking it off. Youve been strutting around like you own this bed, flyboy. Time to see what that tight plastic ass can really take. Buzz growled back, already hard, his cock thick and ridged like some fancy alien tech, the head flushed dark. He grabbed Woodys plaid shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying. Shut up, cowboy. Get on your knees and suck it before I make you.
Woody dropped fast, knees hitting the rug. He wrapped his callused fingers around Buzzs shaft and licked a long stripe up the underside, tasting the clean, slightly metallic tang of whatever the hell Buzz was made of. Then he opened wide and took the whole head in, sucking hard, tongue working the slit. Buzzs hips jerked forward, driving more cock into Woodys mouth. Fuck yeah, deeper. Choke on it.
Spit ran down Woodys chin as he bobbed, one hand pumping the base, the other reaching back to spread his own cheeks and finger his hole. He was already loose from earlier play with the stretchy rubber snake toy they kept hidden. Buzz watched, eyes half-lidded. Look at you, sheriff. Finger-fucking yourself while you suck my dick. You want me to wreck that hole, dont you?
Woody pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to Buzzs cock. Yeah. Use the big one on me first. The purple one with the ridges. Then fuck me for real.
Buzz grabbed the thick silicone dildo theyd borrowed from the grown-ups drawer. He spat on it, rubbed it against Woodys hole, and pushed. Woody grunted, forehead pressed to the floor, as the fat head stretched him open. Buzz worked it in slow at first, then harder, fucking him with the toy until Woodys cock was dripping onto the rug.
Take it. Take every inch, you slutty toy.
When Woody was shaking and begging, Buzz yanked the dildo out and replaced it with his own cock in one rough thrust. Woody cried out, pushing back to meet him. Buzz gripped Woodys hips, wooden joints creaking, and pounded him hard and fast. The slap of plastic on wood filled the dark room. Every time Buzz bottomed out, Woodys prostate got hammered and his cock jerked, leaking steadily.
Harder, damn it, Woody snarled. Make me come on your cock.
Buzz flipped him onto his back, hooked Woodys legs over his shoulders, and drove in deeper. He wrapped a hand around Woodys dick and stroked in time with his thrusts. Gonna fill you up. Gonna pump you so full youll be leaking my load all night.
Woody came first, shooting thick ropes across his own stomach and chest while Buzz kept fucking him through it. Buzz followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and pulsing hot inside. He stayed there, grinding slow, until they both stopped shaking.
Later, sprawled on the pillow, Buzz traced a finger around Woodys stretched rim, watching his cum leak out. Round two with the double-ended one?
Woody grinned, already reaching for it. You bet your shiny ass.
