Apartment 44, The Parguise Apartment Complex, Southport, New Jersey.....
It took some doing, but Ron, his brother, and his father had convinced Savanah and The Runnels family to move into Ron's estate about a long way away from the known area in the big city. It was a vast property and one he had not frequented very much due to his preference for nightlife and his day job. It was an ideal fortress and one the bloodsuckers would never dare to venture to given the defenses that repelled them and the potential for him to rip them to shreds directly. Still enraged about what happened with Karlos, Ron found himself venturing on foot back to Oliver Lorenz's apartment. He'd been fully aware that Oliver's sister had still been visiting and didn't seem to care as he found himself in a good deal of need for Oliver's company.
Ron had not been much for words, especially when he'd only had one thing on his mind as he stood outside Oliver's apartment door wearing a blue suit with a black button-down shirt opened at the collar, amid the hall wondering if he had been losing his mind by coming here knowing the male model was entertaining his sister for the week. Ron stood in front of the door after knocking and much to his surprise, Oliver's sister Becca opened it with a wide smile filed across her face.
She appeared to have been caught off guard by the visit, after the incident from a week ago, she didn't think she'd ever get to see Ron Hemming up close and with his clothes on no less. Ron's hazel eyes flickered with annoyance before softening as he stood trying his hardest not to reveal the bulge in the front of his suit slacks as he sought out Oliver as if he'd been behind Becca.
"You're huge," said Becca in shock as she looked him over. Of course, she had meant his size up until her eyes lowered and she noted the enormous bulge in the front of his suit slacks. "I'm surprised Ollie still walks after taking that thing in him so often."
Ron looked down at the shorter young woman and sighed.
"Is Oliver in?" he asked not really wishing to converse with the sister given the mood he'd been in. "I need to see him."
"I'll bet," replied Becca once more looking down at the bulge in the front of Ron's suit slacks knowing all too well what he'd do to her brother once he was alone with him, she'd walked in on it first hand when she came to visit after all. "He's in bed."
Ron watched as Becca stepped out of the way and allowed him inside the apartment. The scent of Oliver had been all around as Ron's nostrils seemed to flare in desperation as looked about for the thin-framed model with olive oil skin and neat trimmed dark brown messy hair.
The place had been clean as usual and the scent of Oliver only seemed to intensify the longer Ron stood in the center of his living room. Becca seemed amused as she watched him tense, his muscles rippling and his rather impressive cock throbbing in reaction to his anticipation.
She had known what her brother had seen in Ron Hemming, he was quite a catch being a male model and as huge and handsome as anyone she'd ever known. She didn't understand his apparent preference for her older brother or that he had actually swung that way as far as bedmates had gone. It was quite a shock to her when she walked in on the two of them going at it like unhinged rabbits during mating season.
It hadn't escaped Becca's notice that Ron had disappeared before she could ask him why he wished to see her brother, despite already knowing the answer to her question.
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Oliver's Bedroom, Apartment 44, The Parguise Apartment Complex, Southport, New Jersey.....
Ron had not waited for an invitation as he moved toward Oliver's familiar bedroom and closed the door behind him. Oliver had indeed been home and he'd been lying naked in the center of his bed with his shapely olive-colored arse in the air as he rested on his belly amid a stack of magazines. Ron immediately began to strip and stepped out of his shoes before pouncing onto the bed, his massive appendage leading the way as he parted Oliver's thighs and swiftly impaled the formerly slumbering thin male model's tight arse and squeezed his hips as he thrust forward.
Oliver moaned as his eyes sprang open and he arched his back into the big naked brute's chest. He gripped the bedding beneath him tightly and groaned as Ron began to bounce his body in reaction to his rabid thrusts.
"OH!" moaned Oliver barely registering what was happening. "Oh fuck...fuck...my sister's here....fuck....Ronnie."
The sensation of being stretched had caused Oliver to shiver and shake beneath Ron's larger naked body as the now panting thin-framed male model arched his back into his lover's massive bare chest loving the feel of his intense drilling of his inner depths.
A low growl rumbled from deep within' Ron's throat as he gently nibbled at the flesh of Oliver's neck licking and kissing the flesh as he continued to pump his hips into the moaning thin man's shapely arse making him whimper and scream as a result of the increase in pace and sensation alike.
The scent of the handsome younger male model filled Ron's nostrils as they flared and he noted the boiling sensation in his very veins as he felt his fangs protrude from his lips and gently graze the flesh of Oliver's neck as he continued to lay claim to him.
"Oh....Oh.....Merda....Oh...Ronnie." moaned Oliver as his body continued to jolt along the mattress beneath him.
Ron had been much too preoccupied with the tightness of Oliver's shapely arse squeezing his massive cock to care what he'd been saying or that anyone else would hear him.
The resounding sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the bedroom as well as the constant beating of the headboard against the nearby wall as Ron continued to have his fill of the thin male model still moaning his name and begging for more as his pace continued to increase and the thrusts intensified further.
Oliver could hold back no longer as he coated the bed and his own belly in the wake of his timely release. Ron had thrust a few more times driving himself made with need before his cock pulsed and he too was given to release filling the tight arse of the whimpering Oliver once more as he pinned him onto the bed kissing his wet flesh and licking his bite marks in the process.
He had not known what had driven him to it, possibly the thought of Karlos being in town but he needed to make sure that it was well known that Oliver had belonged to him and only to him. The dominant aspect of Ron had renewed his vigor and he began thrusting into the moaning thin male model once more as his cries filled the bedroom and the head board continued to beat against the bedroom wall.