Coffee w/ cream (Patreon)

Another one of those quick things I've posted somewhere else that I can't use the original photo for at Patreon.

"hey boi! coffee@parking" the text read over the photo. A flash of anger came over Steve as he put back his phone and headed towards the parking lot. He kept replaying that night over and over in his head, when he brought back the twink from the bar for some drunken but hot sex. A lot of it was hazy, but the morning after was seared in his mind. The kid had ordered him to suck him off, and to his surprise he had done so. Not just as a favor, but enthusiastically, almost compelled. He had no clue what the punk had done to him or how, but ever since he could only go a few days without a mouthful of cum from him. He would stop functioning without it. He'd read withdrawal stories from drug addicts, but none came close to what he'd felt when he tried to stop. He wasn't that worried about the blow jobs anymore, that someone would find out or the fact he couldn't travel. He was more worried about what would come next. He already knew that whatever the little shit would ask of him he would do.