Original Fedora Fic:

The fedora was nothing special. It was the same grey fedora Patrick planned on wearing to the show tonight. Pete ran his fingers around the brim.

“Pete?”

Patrick’s voice was tentative, coming from behind. Pete smiled then turned around, facing the younger boy.

“I’d like to show you something.” Pete said, a smirk on his face.

“Well, what is it?” Patrick asked, stepping forward.

Suddenly Pete grabbed Patrick’s buttcheek, pulling him closer. Patrick moaned for him. Pete licked up the side of Patrick’s face. “You want my weenie? Do you?”

“Y-yes!” Patrick practically screamed. Pete was pleased with this.

Patrick stripped for him, letting Pete see his voluptuous body. Pete’s beef whistle was half chub.

Pete bent Patrick over and left a chaste kiss on the butthole, a string of saliva between the ass and him. Patrick shuddered, enjoying the wetting. Pete reached to his left to grab the surprise in question.

Patrick’s eyes widened as he felt an unfamiliar object penetrating his scuttlehole.

“P-Pete…” Patrick gasped as the unique texture, stretching him wide open. “Wh--”

“Shh…” Pete whispered, getting a better grip on the hat before going all in. Patrick moaned loud, the people in the room next to them could surely hear it. Pete’s baloney pony continued growing harder.

“You look so good in a fedora…” Pete moaned, practically cumming already. “Now let’s see how good you look with a fedora in you.”