SJ smirked nodding his head, softly moaning, completely infatuated by the boy. “Your pussy is so perfect…,” he said gently, giving the pink clit a hard slap following by rubbing the mound forcefully. “So fucking beautiful,” SJ whispered, sucking on his clit.
SJ nodded, kissing down Caleb’s body until he got to his swollen, beating cunt. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the red clit. “So tasty, I bet.” Sebastian delivered a lap of his tongue from Caleb’s entrance up to his clit, tasting his pussys’ flavour, moaning softly at the end. “You taste so good baby.”
“Such a good little boy,” he breathed out, kissing down Caleb’s jaw to his neck and then down to his collar bones. He was tasting and savouring every inch of the boy’s skin, devouring his scent. “Be patient babe, you’ll get to see my cock soon- but for now, it’s about you.” SJ pushed Caleb back, so he was laying down and he ripped off his underwear, fully exposing his swollen clit and pink lips. Seb kissed down from the collar bones, spending time on each nipple, sucking the bud’s between his lips, still rubbing at the boy’s pussy. “Beg for it baby. Beg for more on your pussy.”
SJ giggled at his words, shaking his head, “you’re so fucking cute,” a soft kiss being delivered from the boy. He let his hand trail down Caleb’s body as he leant in for a kiss, feeling every ridge of his muscles as their tongues intertwined. When he got to the fabric, he let out a soft sigh of want, and allowed his hand to drift past the other’s dripping, wet pussy. “Holy fuck, you’re wet baby.”
“Fuck them.” He stated quickly, pulling off his own sweater, revealing deep-toned strong pecs, abs and a defined v-line leading into his grey sweatpants, where a large bulge was already obvious. SJ kissed the boy tenderly, moaning softly throughout the kiss. A short grin fell from Sebastian as he saw the boy throw away his packer. Seb grabbed the boy by the waist and led him over to the bed, laying him down. “Let’s see what’s really hidden in these jeans, beautiful boy.”
SJ furrowed his brows and shook his head, leading the boy to his apartment. “That’s fucking ridiculous. I think you’re still you, no matter what. Plus I work at a strip club so I see all kinds of people constantly. Nothing is new to me.” He offered, smiling lightly at this kiss placed on his jaw. “I can assure you, you won’t be able to swallow my dick. No one ever has before.” Sebastian noted before pulling his keys from his pocket and opening the door. “Lead the way, gorgeous boy.”
Caleb laughs, throwing away the remnants of his hotdog, which included a bit of the bun, but, well, he wasn’t going to eat that anyway. Licking his fingers as the other speaks, he smirks, stepping into the other man as he’s pulled, “Well, we’ll have to see about that,” he admonishes, before raising both brows, “Oh shit?” he laughs, “I’m pretty sure I could take it, but you better not be lying. Should tell you, like, right here, I am trans so I am no inches. Actually, it might be close to an inch. But, uh, you know,” he shrugs a shoulder, “If you’re not down with that, that’s cool, just, you know, I’ll leave you alone.”
SJ felt himself becoming excited at the boy’s words, “We’ll definitely have to see about that Caleb, in fact, my apartment is just over there,” he said, pointing to a building in the distance. “I’m not lying babe, you’ll see.” At his next words, Seb paused softly, slightly in shock before continuing on. “Don’t be an idiot. I think that’s so hot. So, so hot.” The dark-skinned boy smirked, “does that mean I’ll get to eat your pussy?”
Caleb cackles loudly, shaking his head, “Wow, first of all, I might be short, but, I’m moderately muscular. I could take a mother fucker,” he says, flexing his bicep as he laughs, “And, honey, I’m so sure I could handle being fucked by you,” he says, stepping into the other, “Though, whether you could handle me is a different question.”
Finishing his nachos, SJ quickly sprinted to a bin, throwing his food away. He laughed at the boy’s cackle, shaking his head in disagreement. “I think I could beat you hands down, pretty boy.” He kept a firm hold around the boy’s waist, pulling him into his strong chest as they walked. “Babe… I’m not trying to toot my horn but ten and a quiarter inches doesn’t lie…” SJ grinned.
Caleb raises a brow and smirks at the offer, “Sure, dude,” he shrugs a shoulder, gaze following where the other man had pointed, “You need a big strong man to walk you home?” he asks with a grin, “Or are you just tryin’ to fuck?”
Sebastian-James smiled at the boy agreed and he kept walking, side-by-side with Caleb. A snicker left his mouth at the boy’s words, reaching to grip the boy by his waist, pulling him into his side. “I do need a strong man to walk be home- let me know if you see anyone.” SJ pinched Caleb’s waist gently and smirked, “you couldn’t handle my fucking.”
Caleb giggles brightly, his arms wrapped around his middle as he steps back, “Oh, baby, read my fucking mind. All I need in life, honestly,” he shrugs a shoulder, “Speak loudly and suck a big dick, that’s what I always say,” he smirks as he turns towards the other, extending a hand, “Caleb, nice to meet you,” he laughs.
SJ generally stayed away from conversing with strangers at this time of night, but the brunette seemed genuinely sweet, and a good guy. “That’s a good philosophy!” He smirked, grinning at the boy. “I’m heading this way, he pointed, after shaking his hand, “do you wanna come for a walk?” His apartment wasn’t too far away and the walk was scenic.
He couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s reaction. “Damn, that’s how I’m trying to be right now.” Tyson turned to the vendor and politely asked for the same thing as the other. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of nachos. That’s brilliant.”
“You must have other things on your mind,” he grinned, having another mouthful of his nachos, “I’m SJ,” the boy offered. It was dark and the other boy’s face was only visible due to the nearby lamp-posts and buildings. “I am brilliant,” he smirked.
Caleb takes a bite of his hotdog and hums, “To be honest, I’ve always been a big fan of hotdogs, but nothing wrong with some nachos,” he says with a smirk, “Honestly, whatever fucks me up, I wanna put in my body. Needless to say, I haven’t found a boyfriend,” he says, laughing brightly to himself at the final statement. Shaking his head, he steps back, “Sorry, I can’t help myself most of the time.”
A soft moan escaped Sebastian’s lips as he swallowed a nacho, his eyes rolling back in his head. Agreeing with the other boy, he nodded, “me too.” SJ was known by his friends as the boy who was willing to do anything. “Boyfriends are shit, just find a fuck buddy with a big dick and you’ll be set.” He smirked, moving closer to the brunette. “I’m SJ- it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Tyson wobbled out of xs. His shift had ended a few hours ago but he decided to stay for one drink with his co-workers. One drink turned into two and two turned into way too many. At this point of the night, Tyson was starving. He needed to find something quick on his way home since he hadn’t had time to go food shopping and there was not a single grocery in the house. He walked for a few minutes before finding himself on a line, debating what he would get. That’s when he heard the magic word nachos. “Ah fuck, that sounds good. Thanks for the recommendation. I totally owe you my life right now.”
SJ ordered his nachos and moved to the side, waiting patiently for the vendor to compose his meal and hand it out of the cart. He turned at the voice of a male behind him, smiling softly, “this is my go to. It’s awesome nachos.” Looking at the man, he could tell he had been drinking but didn’t take much notice, it was Las Vegas, what’s new? He spoke a soft, “thank you”, to the vendor who offered him his food. Moving some into his mouth, a soft moan slipped from his mouth. “It’s so fucking good.”
Josie wiped down the countertop quickly, taking a moment to get herself together. She’d bartended before but, not anywhere nearly as crazy as this place. It was Vegas after all. Brushing the hair out of her face with the back of her hand, she glanced over when she heard a voice. “I’m so sorry,” she instantly apologized, having completely spaced out for a second. “What was that?”
Sebastian was heading to the bar a few hours before his shift at the club, needing to get a few drinks into himself before completely losing all inhibition. “A vodka raspberry.” He spoke to the blonde bargirl, before sighing as he had to repeat himself. “Can I please have a vodka raspberry,” he said more clearly, “with a straw,” interjecting. “Are you tired?”
The weather was nice. And, as always was the case when the weather was nice, Aishwarya wanted to be outside rather than stuck indoors. Which found her poolside, smelling faintly like coconuts and sunscreen, laying in a lounge chair beside a sparkling pool, a plush and expensive towel underneath her. For the time being her phone was on silent, so that neither her agent, her manager, nor her publicist could interrupt her. At least for twenty minutes. The sun was kissing her skin pleasantly, and for a while she was relaxed. Until she felt a shade fall over her face. Her eyes blinked open, gazing up at the person standing over her. “You’re blocking the sun.”
Sebastian was coming off of a nightshift at the club, and shockingly, dancing around a pole and dozens of drunk strangers for 8 hours, tired you. He had slept in until noon and awoke to the sun shining into his apartment, a soft breeze passing through the open window, accompanying the sunshine. Putting on a pair of shorts and a crop top, exposing his midriff, SJ decided that the pool would be able to wake him up. The pool was normally packed on days like these, but as he approached, all he saw was a single brunette laying down. Leaning over her body, casting a shadow over her frame, he smiled and waved, “do you mind if I swim while you snooze?”
Why was Caleb awake at this hour? It was probably a combination of Redbull and an overwhelming desire to do something. It wasn’t as if he had any ideas of what to do, but, well, he had a camera on hand, and a willingness to do some dumb shit. So, he stopped at a street vendor and grabbed a hotdog, before noticing a cute guy nearby,·“You look cozy,” he says, smirking as he turns towards the other,·“I am jealous, though, I should’ve gotten nachos. Fuck me up, nachos are love, nachos are life.”
SJ ordered his nachos, oblivious to the boy next to him, as he stood in silence, attempting to enjoy his first moments of peace for the night. At the sound of the stranger, Sebastian placed his hand in his pocket, gripping his travel size can of mace. He always had it on him because Las Vegas in the early hours of the morning, wasn’t always safe. When he heard the rest of the other’s sentence, he released his grip on the can, sensing a tone of calm.·“Yes, I’m very cozy.” He offered out to the boy with a mild shrug, turning his body to face him fully.·“Nachos are good. Hopefully they don’t take too long.” A smile drifted onto his face; the other boy was cute.
SJ had, had a long night performing for a combination of horny men and pretentious women, dancing and swaying his hips. Despite the stupidity he constantly dealt with, Sebastian didn’t let his job effect him. He didn’t let the title of ‘stripper’ allow him to sink further. It was a way of making money, and he enjoyed the company of the performers he worked with.Exiting the venue dressed in an oversized “hoodie” and trackpants, spare clothes bag in hand, he walked to the closest food vendor he could see, deciding to order a box of nachos. It was twenty-five past four am and surrounding him was a combination of darkness and glimmering lights. He loved Las Vegas.
#vivastart #please come see this gorgeous boy!!! x #heading off to a work meeting #will be back soon xx #I'll reply to open starters soon x
hey everyone!!! my name is dan/daniel/your highness ;) and this is my gorgeous little boy SJ PARKER (sebastian james is what the initials stand for but he doesn’t associate with either of his parents who obviously named him that)
have a little info about my puppy:
- he is 25 years old and a burlesque dancer / show-boy / stripper on the las vegas strip + free lance stripper for bachelorette shows etc.
- he is bi-very-curious but does lean more towards romance with males
- kind of lost, has a bad group of friends, he is into drugs
- currently has an art exhibition open at a studio
- loves attention
- doesn’t associate with his parents as they don’t agree with his lifestyle. they live in new york and own a series of hotels
IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR WANT TO DISCUSS HOW PRETTY ALFIE ENOCH IS —- PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME A MESSAGE :) :) :)
Question: I’m pretty sure I just saw ALFRED ENOCH in Las Vegas? My mistake, it was just SJ PARKER, who is TWENTY FIVE years old and is a STRIPPER/ARTIST. A lot of people around here say that HE is THE DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH and it suits them because of how LOST & GULLIBLE but also CONFIDENT & KIND-HEARTED he is. (barbadian/brazillian, daniel, 18, gmt +10:30, he/him/his
welcome to vegas,
SJ PARKER!! you have 24 hours to send in your account before we will be forced to reopen your fc. now pop on over to the checklist for everything you need in order to get started. we’re so excited to have you, and we can’t wait to see your character make the perfect addition to vivarp!
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