Three days. That's all it took before my phone rang and I heard his voice on the other end. The second he said hello, my cock started swelling in my shorts. Three days was a record for Cannikin. Usually when a boy calls back that fast, it means one of two things: either he's broke and needs cash, or the tight hole I stretched open last time has finally healed up enough to crave more dick. I was betting on the second one. Cannikin is one of the hottest fuck boys on my OnlyFans, and his subscribers can't get enough of him. Naturally, I told him to come over.
You can always tell the difference the moment they walk through the door. Boys who need money strut in with attitude, pretending they're doing you a favor. Boys who need dick shuffle in like starving puppies, eyes down, desperate. Cannikin looked absolutely famished when he crossed my threshold. Lucky for him, I had exactly the thick bone he was craving. And honestly, I was just as hungry for his tight little ass as he was for my cock.
The soft knock on the door gave him away before I even saw his face. I called him in and watched him shuffle across the room, still shy about admitting how badly he wanted it. He was worried I might turn him down, scared I wouldn't want him back. If only he knew. My cock had been leaking in my shorts from the second I heard his voice that morning. I wanted him bad. My balls were heavy, loaded up, and desperate to dump inside a tight young hole, and Cannikin's ass was absolutely perfect for the job. Don't worry, he'd still get paid at the end. Fair is fair. But this session was about more than money for both of us. This was about raw need, two hungry bodies about to collide.



















