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Apprentice Tate – Chapter 7: The Ordination – Adam Snow & Ethan Tate
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Scout Milo – Chapter 1 – The Pledge
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When I signed up to become a Scoutmaster, I knew a potentially rocky road was stretching out in front of me. I am a man of great principle. I work hard. I look after myself. I very much enjoy mentoring younger people. But I find myself helplessly distracted by beauty, and beauty, in my eyes, is most potent when innocence and youth collide. The irony, of course, is that I’m now in a position where it’s almost impossible to avoid the type of situation which throws this very form of temptation my way.
I’ve managed to successfully control my urges thus far, but one of the boys challenges me beyond words. Scout Milo is everything. He exudes gentleness and kindness. He’s conscientious, studious and serious. His olive skin is smooth. He has dark, innocent eyes and raven-black hair. He is everything I find beautiful.
He had been desperate to become an Elite Scout. I was thrilled for him when his wish became a reality and even happier when I was selected to oversee his induction. The ceremony, which usually takes place in private, is really just the recitation of a pledge and the presentation of a pin, but to a keen and dutiful Scout, it’s the doorway into a world of adventure. The look of excitement and anticipation on a boy’s face can be alluring at the best of times, but Scout Milo’s profound enthusiasm was intoxicating.
I found myself toying with his neckerchief and pulling down his shirt sleeves to make him as handsome as possible before attaching the all-important pin. I really can’t explain what happened next. I found myself staring into the boy’s eyes and being drawn towards him like metal being steadily pulled into a magnet. I knew Milo wanted me. He was yearning for me. He was desperate for me…
We kissed. It was little more than an innocent peck on the lips, but as I pulled away, the look on his face told me he was hankering for more. Seconds later, our lips locked again, but this time they lingered passionately. I removed his glasses and returned for a third time, kissing him forcefully and lustfully, pulling his diminutive body into mine and wrapping my muscular arms around him as I sampled the forbidden fruit.
I turned him to face the wall and stood behind him, slowly yet purposefully undoing the buttons of his shirt. He was shaking like a leaf; a heady blend of anticipation and terror. The boy had obviously barely kissed another person before, let alone been undressed by a sexually-experienced man. A powerful force instantly engulfed me. I ran my large hands up and down his tight, tanned chest, taking in great gulps of his alluring boy scent.
I found myself unbuckling his belt and caressing the huge bulge in his underpants. I was astonished not just by its size and near perfect shape, but by the extraordinary hardness of it. I couldn’t wait to get it into my mouth.
As I wrapped my hungry lips around the shaft of his penis, and pulled him into my throat, he started to moan uncontrollably, desperate for this new, all-encompassing sensation to continue. He was putty in my hands. I pushed him onto the table, and got him to squat, spreading his legs apart as my tongue danced over his tight, virgin hole. As I licked and kissed him, I could feel it opening for me. He’d never experienced anything of the sort before, but his body was subconsciously preparing him for penetration, giving me permission to pop his stunning cherry.
My pants and underwear seemed to fall to the ground unaided. I found myself lining my big, thick dick up with his hole, and before my rational brain had worked out if I was being utterly mad, I realized I was pushing myself into him. He gasped. He was tight—extremely tight—and unsurprisingly bewildered by the sensation, but I persisted and was soon rutting him with both speed and force, my entire body humming with lust-fueled excitement.
I repositioned him so that he was on his back. I wanted to look into that beautiful face as the innocence drained from it. He would never again be the boy that had walked into the office. He would henceforth understand what his body was for and always remember me as the man who introduced him to the rest of his life. He jerked himself frantically as I skewered him, a great, ecstatic smile plastered across his face as he begged me like a whore to go harder.
Moments later I realized he was cumming, spraying his load all over his stomach. I couldn’t pull out. I should have. The poor boy was shaking all over and plainly didn’t know if he was coming or going, but I needed to nut inside him. I needed to brand him internally, and make him mine…
Scout Milo – Chapter 1 – The Pledge – Milo Miles & Tyler Saint
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Milo Miles – Chapter 5 – New Recruit
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The winter tryouts for the upcoming baseball season were underway. This is one of my favorite times of the year, as our team sees a lot of young, athletic hopefuls trying to earn a spot on the roster. As I had just been promoted to assistant coach, it was my responsibility to evaluate each tryout and analyze their performance on the practice field.
Our newest prospect, Milo, was scheduled for a special counseling session that would help determine not only his physical condition and prowess, but also if he had that ‘it’ factor. I have an inherent knack for picking up on an athlete’s special qualities that even some of the most experienced coaches might not catch.
Upon first meeting Milo, right away I liked his eagerness and his enthusiasm. It’s plain as day that he loves the sport, craves competition, and will do almost anything to ready himself for gameday. I also observed that he and a few of the other older coaches spent a lot of extra one-on-one time together. Turns out their frequent sessions involved more than just a review of the playbook!
So on the afternoon of Milo’s interview, he was ready to impress. Afterwards, I couldn’t help but offer an invite back to my place. I had some additional questions and feedback I wanted to go over with him. My dick jumped in my jockeys when Milo shot me a happy grin. He did not hide his excitement whatsoever.
Once we arrived back at my place, we got comfortable and chit-chatted for a bit. I noticed that Milo couldn’t resist looking me up and down after I’d casually plopped down on my bed. Without me even needing to give him an invitation, Milo hopped up onto the mattress and sat right next to me.
Before he could make a move, I put my hand up and asked if what I’d heard about him was true. Coach Angus had relayed to me that the previous evening he’d enjoyed a rather pleasant time with the youngster—and had been worked over several times all night long. Milo simply batted his pretty eyelids.
The boy thought to himself for a moment and then, with a curious tone, inquired if I had ever been with Coach Angus. I casually admitted that I had. I could only chuckle when relaying to Milo that he wasn’t the only tryout that Angus had seduced. Milo seemed a bit surprised by this revelation, but quickly moved on from it and inched a little closer to me.
I had a funny feeling that the mattress was likely going to get a good workout of its own! So I took the plunge and asked Milo if he wanted to have a little rough-and-tumble together. The eager boy’s eyes lit up and he licked his lips. He said that he wanted to get me naked and possibly dick me down, if I was into it.
I thought that boy’s hard-on was going to rip right through the front! The little Latin hottie has the build of a boy, but the cock of a prize bull. I tenderly kissed up and down his tight, rock-hard abs. Milo hissed with every swipe of my tongue anywhere that I cared to lick. Every time that I glanced at his dick, it just kept getting harder and longer! I just had to suck on it.
Milo felt like he had to ask first before he licked my hole. Fuck yeah it’s okay! Once he got started, you’da thought he was devouring ambrosia after a week with no food in the desert! The boy kept saying how good I tasted. I just gripped the bedsheets, threw my head back, and rallied him on.
Once Milo had my hole all lathered up and slick with his saliva, he meekly asked permission to put his poundstick deep inside. Of course I said yes. I have to admit, when I say Milo has a disproportionately large penis compared to his body-size and build, I’m not lying. I honestly could barely get two hands around his sizable shaft while I was sucking him off.
Either way, by the time the titillated twink had finally squeezed his cock all the way inside me I felt as full up to capacity as I had experienced in recent memory. Plenty of other top tryout hopefuls had put their sluggers inside, but Milo’s was something else entirely—and it felt fucking awesome!
Must have felt pretty top-notch for the boy as well. Milo kept saying, moaning about how good it felt. I praised the boy for his talent at nailing my sweet spot, and to continue doing so for as long as he could hold out. His subsequent fuck thrusts sent us both into primal overdrive. The young top slammed my boy-hungry hole and kept me rock hard and ready to blow.
Suddenly, a powerful urge overcame me and I begged Milo to flip me over so that I could watch him blast his honey everywhere. No sooner had the words been uttered did he lay me out and shoot his load.
I knew from what Coach Angus had told me about the night before that Milo had cum many, many times. But the cumshot that coated my chest and abs seemed to me like two weeks worth. That sight was all it took for my own cock; I erupted with volley-after-volley of hot semen.
Spent and exhausted, Milo collapsed on top of me. I held the young superstar-in-the-making close. The delicious aroma of our sex, sweat, and cum was all I needed to confirm that not only was the boy’s future bright, but all of our teammates and coaches would feel the same way in time…!
Milo Miles – Chapter 5 – New Recruit – Cole Blue & Milo Miles
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Apprentice Tyler – Chapter 1 – The Interview
Apprentice Tyler – Chapter 1 – The Interview – Chase Tyler & Felix Kamp
I’ll confess, I was terrified. I remember looking at myself in the mirror before I entered the temple and trying to straighten my tie while my hands shook almost uncontrollably. There’s usually something immensely pleasurable about tying a tie up. You know, getting it just right, ensuring that the knot is pristine. But that afternoon, everything felt different…
I guess I was just desperate to impress them. I had no idea what the interview would entail. I tried to talk to some of the more advanced apprentices about it, but they were incredibly tight-lipped, which just served to make the whole thing seem more mystical somehow. And that made me want it all the more!
I walked into a gleamingly white room. A man, dressed formally, all in white, was sitting on something which could have been a chair, but looked more like a throne. I subsequently learned that his name was Master Kamp. He had the most incredible aura about him which entirely drew me in. He was older, of course. I say of course because, throughout my life, I’ve regularly found myself intrigued by older men. My Dad was hardly ever around when I was a kid, so I suppose I’ve always latched on to guys who might end up filling just a bit of that missing space!
The connection I felt with Master Kamp was almost instant. I immediately wanted to impress him but found it almost impossible to look into his steely eyes without blushing. His deep voice, which was laced with some sort of European accent, literally made the hairs on the back of my neck rise uncontrollably.
He told me to sit on the chair next to him and then informed me that he was going to assess whether I was worthy enough to enter the Order by asking me a series of questions which I needed to answer honestly. He stressed over and over again that I’d be expected to tell the truth. He was plainly expecting me to lie, but I pride myself on always telling the truth…
I was, however, immediately thrown by the questions he was asking because they all seemed to be of a sexual nature and, if I’m honest, I’ve always found it relatively easy to avoid impure thoughts. He asked if I’d ever watched pornography, which I can honestly say I haven’t. Then he asked if I’d ever looked at another man in a lustful way. I didn’t even understand the question. I don’t believe I’ve ever felt lustful, let alone looked at someone lustfully…
Then he told me that he needed me to prove that what I was saying was true. I don’t know why, but I could feel my face burning up. I was suddenly aware of how close Master Kamp was sitting to me. I could smell his scent, it was a really good scent, and I couldn’t take my eyes of the knot in his tie, wondering if he’d done it up himself or if his wife had helped him, and before I knew what was going on, I’d started thinking how much I wanted to do up his tie for him and, just to add to my discomfort, for some ungodly reason, that particular thought instantly made me start to get hard. And the more I tried to suppress the swelling of my penis, the more it seemed to grow!
I was profoundly embarrassed when he told me to take my clothes off. I stood up and looked down at my pants to see my penis underneath the fabric, tenting humiliatingly. I can’t imagine what he must have thought. I was just hoping against hope that he somehow wouldn’t notice.
I undressed as slowly as I could in the hope that my erection would go down a bit, but the moment I dropped my pants, the game was up. They make you dress in these almost see-through, tight-fitting boxer trunks and my penis was hard as a rock and throbbing in there for the world to see! I covered it with my hands and sat down again, utterly mortified.
Then it all kicked off. Master Kamp walked behind me, then pulled my hands away from my crotch and tied them behind the chair. All I could do was look down at the big, embarrassing, seemingly-immovable object between my legs, which was literally trying to fight its way out of my undergarment. And to make matters worse, the more Master Kamp touched me, the harder it got, and the more my mind started to fill with the craziest, most inappropriate thoughts about him.
He started running his hands all over my body, touching my nipples, my belly and my thighs in a way which made everything begin to twitch. I didn’t have a clue what was going on, but to say I wasn’t enjoying it would be the lie of the century! When his fingers started to make very gentle contact with my dick, I literally thought I was going to explode!
There was a point when I realized that what was happening was okay. An encouraging smile started to form on Master Kamp’s lips which made me relax and embrace what seemed like never-ending pleasure. Our eyes met and I suddenly knew exactly what it meant to look at another man lustfully.
He pulled my dick out of my trunks and started to run his hand up and down the shaft. Then, all of a sudden, he was rubbing oil into it and grabbing and flicking my balls until the dirtiest thoughts I’d ever had started flooding into my mind. My lips began to tingle and I felt my legs spreading wider to give more access to Master Kamp. I needed him to know that I was his.
He took my sock off and started to massage and then kiss my feet. He was like a magician. It was as though every part of my body had a receptor attached to it that Master Kamp was activating.
Then he pulled me forward on the chair so that my butt was hanging off the edge, and I felt his oil-covered fingers moving towards my hole. All I could think was how amazing it would feel if they were to go inside. And before I knew it, he’d done just that and I was in heaven.
He took a glass object from a tray below him and ran it up and down the shaft of my dick. It felt cold. It was sort of penis-shaped and I instinctively knew where it was heading. The oddest thing was that I wanted it to go there.
He rested it for a moment against my butt hole – tantalizingly – and then started to push it in. It felt strange to begin with, like it wasn’t gonna get up there without causing a great deal of damage. My instinct was to tense up but something told me to force myself to relax. And at that moment, it went inside. My dick was twitching and throbbing like crazy, almost like something inside it was trying to get out… I started to worry that I was going to piss myself.
He repeatedly pushed the glass thing in and out of me, while, at the same time, running his hand up and down my dick. I could feel something tickling in my nuts and realized that I was about to orgasm.
He untied my hands and allowed me to touch myself. I have always tried not to do that in the past, but it felt so right to be doing it then. I looked right into his eyes and frenziedly tugged at my dick until I exploded.
The semen burst out the head of my dick in thick white ribbons. At the same time my body went all prickly. Then a wave of immense pleasure rolled through me. I couldn’t tell if I was hot or cold. It was the most intense, bizarre, wonderful feeling… one which I am desperate to experience again.
The Gardener’s Secret
Damien Chapter 3 – The Gardener’s Secret – Bob Knight & Damien Grey
It doesn’t escape my attention that guys on the short side—with tiny frames and petite builds—tend to have the hots for me. This has been a phenomenon for as long back as I can remember. I’m 6’7” now, and I’ve been taller than my peers pretty much my entire life. Even as a child, I tended to tower over nearly all the other kids. Guys have a tendency to pay me a lot of attention. They look up to me, you could say.
Can’t say that I mind! Honestly, I find shorter guys extremely attractive, and I’m not shy about that fact. In my professional gardening and landscaping business, I find myself surrounded by short, petite fellows. There’s one hot, young twink in particular named Damien whom I discovered has quite a crush on me. And yes, he’s a short dude- probably 5’4”ish.
Now, how do I know that Damien has a crush on me? Truth be told, he makes it kinda obvious. You see, Damien’s got no problem openly staring at me. I’ve caught him damn near drooling when I happen to walk by. Even if he and I are in a room full of people, the young Latin beauty has got eyes for me and only me. And I think it’s absolutely fucking hot. I just love the way he looks up at me with those sweet, adoring, dark brown eyes and gorgeous smile.
So one afternoon after we had finished up some landscaping chores, Damien and I looked at each other and realized that we were finally alone. With a nod, we snuck into the tool shed. The moment that the door was shut behind us, we were all over each other.
Damien’s hands explored my long, tall frame. I desperately wanted his tongue inside my mouth. The tiny stud needed a little boost, lol. We both smiled as I lifted Damien’s small body up to my lips.
The throbbing tool in my pants couldn’t get any harder. By the look of the sizable lump in his jeans, Damien’s probably couldn’t, either! I could feel the precum oozing, soaking the inside of my underwear while Damien and I made out. Wasn’t long before the miniature Latin doll was (mercifully) unzipping my work pants and pulling my cock out. His eyes got real wide as he realized that he could barely get his little hand around my meat.
I removed the twink’s shirt and marveled at how perfectly smooth and fit the boy’s body was. In contrast to Damien’s small frame, my huge hand could nearly wrap all the way around his waist. My erection was almost exactly the same length as the tiny twink’s torso—our frames couldn’t have been more disproportionate.
I couldn’t help but emit a long, loud hiss of intense arousal as I slid the underside of my aching cock up-and-down Damien’s rock hard abs. His little washboard belly glistened with the sticky sheen of my ever-oozing precum. And with Damien’s constant sighs and labored breaths, I could tell that this grind was turning the boy on to the max.
Damien desperately needed my cock inside of him as much as I needed to do it. His eyes had a pleading ‘fuck me now’ look. However, I have to admit that I was a bit unsure if my penis would actually fit inside his boy canal. As hot as I find small guys, I worried that our size difference was just too vast for this to work…
…but, I mean, we had to try!
It took some extra finesse and care, but thanks to my extensive experience with smaller-sized dudes, somehow I was finally able to squeeze my shaft not just deep inside, but miraculously all the way up to the hilt. You should have seen the look of both pure, astonished bliss and sweet agony that wracked Damien’s expression. His little body shivered and writhed, unsure of what to do with the pounds of pleasure filling him up
It was a rather chilly day outside, but it felt like a fucking sauna inside the toolshed. Our shared body heat and passionate fuck had the both of us covered in sweat. While I expertly maneuvered all the way in and then all the way out of Damien’s itty-bitty bubble butt, I fantasized about licking the sweet, delicious boy clean of the sweat I’d made him work up.
And it was that vision, that fantasy that pushed me over the edge. I shot so much cum into the doll-sized twink that when I finally pulled out, a huge wad of thick, juicy semen exploded out of Damien’s well-fucked anus.
We held each other afterwards, our sweat-soaked bodies pressed tightly against one another. We were exhausted but smiling as we kissed, and definitely more than satisfied with our break from work.
The Boy Noah – Chapter 1 – The Grooming
The Boy Noah – Chapter 1 – The Grooming – Dillon Stone & Noah White
One of our Masters picked up The Boy Noah off the streets on a cold winter night. The young one’s desperate need for warmth and human touch shone clearly in his eyes even in the darkness of night. Boy Noah had a natural innocence to him; his baby-ish face and submissive demeanor only added value to him as one of our Boys.
He had a slim, smooth body and perfect round ass that could be played with for hours. But he had little experience being with men of our caliber, so for this diamond in the rough, we assigned one of our top Masters to introduce him to our world and groom him for what’s to come.
Master Stone, being ex-military and one of our most stern groomers, was the clear choice for his introduction. Boy Noah, docile as he was, fell into a nervous spiral at even the sight of this Master. As soon as Master Stone began to touch the boy, it was clear that Boy Noah had never done anything like this before. He recoiled, ever so slightly, from his Master’s touch. This is what Master Stone is here to fix; he can bend Boy Noah to his will and have him up for auction, ready to please his next Buyer, in no time.
Master Stone’s hand brushed over the boy’s nipple. It was like an on switch; Boy Noah let out all his nervous feelings in one moan of pleasure. He was learning. The more Master Stone rubbed his big rough hands over Boy Noah’s tender smooth body, the more excited the boy got. His nervous demeanor had already begun to shift into sweet submission. Master Stone commanded the boy to get on all fours as he began peeling off his clothes. Noah laid himself before his Master, and as soon Master Stone rubbed his hand over the boy’s smooth back, Boy Noah arched himself in anticipation of what was to come.
Master Stone worked the young body like clay. He molded Boy Noah’s back into the perfect arch massaging the slim thighs and, finally, opened that beautiful hole for a closer look. Boy Noah spread himself wide for his Master to see, with balls hanging low while his boyhole was exposed to the open air, tight and ready to be entered.
Boy Noah breathed heavily. Master Stone brought out oil to spread over the Boy’s hairless body. As soon as the drops hit the Boy’s body, much like his nipple, another switch flipped for the smooth slaveboy. His cock began to rise while Master Stone rubbed the oil over his young hairless chest and stomach. The beautiful, small body glowed in the light and his moans started to grow louder with each passing second.
Boy Noah’s cock throbbed as Master Stone threw him back on all fours and started to play with the sweet sweet hole. Boy Noah moaned in disbelief that he could ever feel that good as Master Stone worked the boyhole with his tongue. He had never experienced such a feeling inside himself before, physically or mentally.
Master Stone replaced his tongue with a glass toy. Pain and pleasure came to Noah in simultaneous waves, but his yearning for his Master—and the things being done to him—never
Scout Landon – Chapter 3 – The Hike
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Being an Elite Scout has definitely been an adventure! I’ve learned new skills, I’ve toughened up, and I’ve gained an unbelievable amount of self confidence. I finally feel like I now know who I am and what I want from life.
It seems like forever ago that I went along to Scoutmaster McKeon’s office to take my pledge. I was so nervous and unsure of myself. I could barely stop my hands from shaking. But the hour that I spent with him changed everything. I guess you could say that he seduced me. The whole experience certainly caught me off guard… but I loved every minute.
Our encounter made me feel so special, but it must’ve been the same for him, too. Scoutmaster St. Michael made it clear that he was interested in me as well and, one afternoon, when the camp was empty, we had the most intense and passionate session. This time, I felt entirely in control.
But after taking my boyhood in his office, Scoutmaster McKeon decided to keep his distance. It upset me for a while, but then I realized he was probably worried he’d overstepped his boundaries. There was no way that he could have known quite how much I’d enjoyed it and that I was literally craving for more.
When our troop headed out into the forest for our latest adventure, things started to change. McKeon was suddenly paying me a great deal more attention. I would catch him watching me from a distance. When I looked back, he’d maintain eye contact, and I’d instantly blush and get rock-hard thinking about our previous time together. Just knowing he was looking at me made me increasingly determined for a rerun.
I didn’t need to wait long. The day after we’d arrived, he announced over breakfast that he’d decided to start giving Scouts individual lessons. My name had been pulled out of a hat for the first session. What luck, I thought.
The next thing I knew, the two of us were marching out of the camp on a wilderness hike. We walked for an hour or so, talking about the weather and school and knot-tying and pretty much everything except for the elephant in the room. I could see that he was hard in his pants—and, of course, so was I! By the time we’d stopped in a clearing and hastily thrown up a couple of tents, there was a damp patch of pre-cum on the front of my pants. There was no way he couldn’t have seen it.
Turns out, he did see it. He pushed me against a tree and started to kiss me. Within seconds we were making out and I had the palm of my hand pressed hard against his bulge! This was the beautiful dick which had taken my virginity, I thought. I will have it again.
I guess you could say that there was a slight air of desperation hovering over Scoutmaster McKeon. He seemed in a bit of a hurry, like he’d been wanting me for some time and couldn’t wait to get inside me again. I very much loved the sensation of feeling that wanted. He had my pants down in seconds, and soon tore his own clothes off.
I dropped to my knees and took his huge dick into my mouth, savoring the sensation of its rapid swell. I was hungry for it and sucked him real hard, repeatedly looking up at his face for signs of approval. He grabbed my chin and pushed the entire length of his monster deep into my throat. I fought the desire to gag. He smiled, impressed. I’d have smiled, too, were my jaw not stretched-out full.
I stood and we kissed as he fondled my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. He pushed his fingers into my hole. He got down behind me on his knees and used his wet, slippery tongue to prepare it for the inevitable. The feeling of his tongue dancing over my hole sent shivers through my body. I realized there that I ached for him, and had ached for him since the moment he first touched me.
He stood behind me and casually spat on his dick before pushing it right inside me. I expected him to go quite gently. That was not the case; he pounded his raw dick in and out of me like I was some kind of slut. Perhaps I was. I gasped and moaned so loudly that he was forced to put his hand over my mouth. He went harder and harder, like he was in some sort of desperate frenzy. It felt like he was using my body for his own carnal needs, but I didn’t care. I wanted his load. He could bang me as brutally as he wanted to and treat me like the whore I’d become—as long as I got some.
He pulled out and jerked himself hard. I suddenly felt a cascade of watery semen dousing my back and rolling like a river down my sides and legs. I have literally never seen so much spunk! He must have saved it up for days. Perhaps since we had last seen each other.
He pushed his dick back into me for a few seconds before pulling out again and breezily instructing me to hurry up and get dressed. He had said it just like nothing had happened, but I knew he’d be back for more. After something like that, how could he resist? How could I?
Scout Landon – Chapter 3 – The Hike – Landon Davis & Greg McKeon
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Neighborhood Secret – Tape 10 Father’s Day Gift
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I had been staying over at my Uncle Brian’s more and more. My parents didn’t mind, and neither did he. My dad loved the fact that I was bonding with my Uncle, but I don’t think he knew just how much—and how deeply—our bond had grown.
With Father’s Day coming up I decided I wanted to give my sexy Uncle an equally sexy gift. Ever since I found his old nudes, I couldn’t quite get over just how much more beautiful his body is in person. Especially now that he’s older and beefier; those pictures did him little justice.
I found the perfect gift for him: a jockstrap. My perverted young mind raced through scenarios. I imagined him wearing it, sweating in it, cumming in it, and then letting me sniff it and taste it.
I walked into his bedroom and told him I had something for him. His handsome face immediately lit up when I presented him with the white jockstrap. I told him I wanted to see him try it on, and what luck, he was as eager to slip into it as I was to see him in it. The front pouch clung to his heavy package while the back perfectly framed his thick, muscular ass. It fit him perfectly.
I told Uncle Brian that it was time to take some new pics to replace those old ones that did his current body such a disservice. He grinned at the idea and agreed to entertain me. I snapped shots from the front, and asked him to flex for me. His perfectly sculpted physique crunched, rippled in beautiful form. Next, I asked him to get on the bed to show off his meaty ass. He bent over on all fours; the pose revealed his beautiful hole.
It was too much! I didn’t care about taking more pictures anymore, I wanted the real thing. I had to taste him. I dove my face right between his cheeks, tongue first. My cock throbbed as I tasted his insides and grabbed each cheek, spreading them so I could sink my tongue into him even deeper.
This drove Uncle Brian wild, too. He turned around and kissed me deeply, I imagine he tasted his own hole in his nephew’s mouth. He laid his back down on the bed, lifted up his legs, and presented his hole again. I dove right back in, and Uncle Brian moaned and groaned in pleasure. He even slipped a finger deep into himself when I pulled back to look at his hole. The idea of sliding my cock into him someday flooded my mind. I would love to load him up.
But that day hasn’t come just yet. Uncle Brian pulled his cock out from under the pouch of his new jock, and if his ass had me mesmerized moments before, his cock hypnotized me almost immediately. Transfixed, I wrapped my mouth around it like it was a reflex. I swallowed his whole dick with hungry abandon. It was as if it was made just for my mouth.
Uncle Brian told me to join him and get naked. Don’t have to tell me twice; I tore my clothes off, my stiff boy cock springing out. He took a quick taste of it before laying back down, gesturing for me to climb on top of him. He had me sit on his big, thick Uncle cock. The head popped right in, and the rest of the shaft followed afterwards. I felt my own cock jump with bolts of electric pleasure with each thrust as he slid in and out of my chute.
We kept switching positions. I’d take the reins and ride him, only to have him push me down and pound into me. My own cock leaked and throbbed. He had me lay on my back as he slid his thick meat into me, making love to my hole as I stroked my cock in time with his thrusts. His big cock prodded my prostate with every thrust.
Uncle Brian began to moan loudly as his balls tightened. He told me to look at him as he pulled out and stroked his cock to finish. He blew his load all over my hole. His warmth dripped off of me, coating my most intimate parts, and I thought… I love giving gifts just as much as receiving them.
Neighborhood Secret – Tape 10 Father’s Day Gift – Brian Bonds & Myott Hunter
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The Boy Chase – Chapter 3 – The Prize
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After making his first appearance at The Buyer’s Group, I’ve had one driving force compel my investment decisions: The Boy Chase. I had made sure to be put on the auction list for him, even pulling a few strings for a strategic ordering position. Money was no object; he will be mine, and only mine.
My first encounter with him still lingers in my mind. I can see the memory clearly; on the podium of the first day of bidding, his smooth hole matching the rest of his body like milk and honey. I can only imagine his hole tastes just as sweet. That first fuck with Chase was everything I had hoped it would be… it is this moment that I’ve been waiting for.
He’s alone with me in a private room. Here, I can touch, taste, and lick every part of my prize with no distractions and no worries about having to outbid another Master. He is mine, completely, and I am going to make my Boy understand he will be mine for as long as I want.
He’s on all fours in front of me in a small black jock. His pale, smooth body glistens in the daylight for my viewing pleasure. I call him forward and he obeys immediately, as he should. I smile. He does, too.
My hand grazes over his silk-like skin. I can feel the blood rush to my cock, which jumps in my suit trousers. I turn him over and examine one of the finest qualities of my newly acquired Boy: his beautifully smooth ass. With his creamy bottom framed by his small jock, I can’t tell if he shaves or he’s naturally this hairless. Either way, he’s a work of art.
I push my face up against his hole and smell the sweetness of his entrance. I nibble on the meat of his cheeks tenderly, savoring him. I stand up and touch his radiant face. Once my fingers reach that smile of his, I let him suck on them. He sucks on my fingers like he hasn’t had a meal in ages, his eyes closing in pure ecstasy with the gift I have just given him.
I pull my fingers from his mouth and push his face into my groin, burying it into the fabric and against the throbbing cock waiting underneath. I let him undress me, anticipation-like electricity powering us both. He pulls my pants down, then my underwear. Once I’m fully revealed, the blood from every part of my body surges to the point where his lips and my cock meet.
He treats it like royalty, his tongue swirling around the pulsating head as the rest of his warm throat engulfs it entirely. The moment his throat lifts off of me to get air, I know exactly what to do to him next.
I point myself towards his hole. He fits on my cock like a missing puzzle piece, sliding up and down like he was designed specifically for me. My moans reached louder levels then I had ever reached before as he pumped himself on me. With each passing second, his own rock-hard cock bounces up and down in rhythm with his gyrating hips.
I savor every position I fold him into. My boy’s smooth hole is covered in precum and the juice of long use. He’s riding on top of me and I know, soon, I will leave my mark inside him. His hard cock bounces in front of me as mine continues to destroy his hole, his body. When he locks eyes with mine, it sends me over the edge. My seed spreads into every part of his hole, filling out parts of him long in need of my branding. His hole clenches during my final thrusts inside him. He collapses on me, milking my afterglow as the last of my throbbing pumps start to subside.
I was so confident in my greed before, but now I don’t think I’m at liberty to keep him as my own. His beautiful hole deserves to be shared again in the same setting I had met him in. Perhaps the Masters should do another bidding war over this piece of art… he’s certainly worth it.
The Boy Chase – Chapter 3 – The Prize – Chase Tyler & Ryan St. Michael
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