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The Gardener’s Secret

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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.

Apprentice Shepard – Chapter 3 – The Anointing

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I find it very difficult to look at Master Weston without blushing. I see him walking along the halls and when our eyes meet, I invariably find myself thinking about the incredible things that happened when we were last alone together.

I don’t think I ever could have predicted that my life would end up making such a dramatic journey away from the path I’d imagined it taking. I’d always felt very strongly that I’d settle down with a nice young girl, and that we’d get married and have children and live a comfortable but fairly ordinary life. If someone had told me that I’d end up with a thing for older, suited men and an almost obsessive desire to be subservient towards them, I’d have laughed. And yet, here I am…

For some reason, Master Weston ticks all my boxes. Grey-haired, well-built and incredibly fit for his age, and a level of power and authority so strong that I find myself fantasizing about the extremes I’d be prepared to go to simply to please him.

I was summoned to one of the ceremonial rooms to be anointed the other day and was excited to discover that Master Weston was the one who’d lead the ritual. The thought of being alone again with him in a room filled me with great excitement; I couldn’t sleep thinking of what might happen.

I arrived right on time. I was handed a simple white robe by one of the servants and led into an area where I washed myself carefully. The robe was designed to slip over the head like a flimsy cotton kaftan. I was instructed to remain naked underneath, which felt pretty strange because none of the cloth covered the sides of my body and there was barely anything to protect my modesty.

Master Weston’s voice instructed me to enter the main space. I walked in to find him sitting on a bench, dressed in a beautifully-fitted, pure white suit with an entire wall of white, floor-to-ceiling curtains billowing behind him like some kind of film set. The sight was as awe-inspiring as it was unnervingly surreal. For the briefest moment, I wondered if I was somehow standing at the pearly gates, about to atone for my earthly sins.

Master Weston looked up at me and smiled, proudly I think. I felt a million butterflies flapping in my stomach. He stood and walked up to me, informing me that I was due to be anointed and that I was required to do everything asked of me. The statement, of course, was music to my ears, and when he removed his suit jacket, unleashing his intoxicating scent into the room, my heart started pounding.

He rolled up his sleeves and gathered up a series of metal containers from the corner of the room. It turned out that they were filled with warm oils with unfamiliar, heady aromas. Master Weston dipped a finger into one of them before drawing a line of oil across my forehead. He repeated the action on my ears, my nose, and my mouth. Before long, he’d rubbed oil into most parts of my body. Each line that he drew made me feel more at one with him, more respected somehow and, bizarrely, more like a man.

He pushed my robe aside, and I was as good as naked. I felt no shame that my penis was hard and that it bounced and danced with increasing excitement every time Master Weston’s fingertips drifted onto a new zone of my body. I realized that strings of pre-cum were pouring uncontrollably from my penis, hanging from the tip like delicate chains of silver. There was no hiding that my body was in a state of extreme arousal. I desired Master Weston in a way which I couldn’t fully comprehend.

He knelt in front of me and caught a long stream of pre-cum with his tongue, before taking my penis into his warm mouth. The sensation was mind-blowingly pleasurable. I began to tremble; waves of yearning sexual energy rolled up and down my body.

At that moment, Master Weston instructed me to sit down on the bench, which was fine with me because my knees had started to buckle. He squatted down beneath me and brought my foot up onto his thigh, massaging oil into every part of it before gently sucking my toes. Then, he stood up and kissed me. The kiss was both passionate and respectful, and I longingly melted into his soft lips. I was his. He was mine. There was no one else in the world.

He began to remove his clothes, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal an impressive, bear-like body. The hairs were dark around his stomach and greyer around the chest. I dropped to my knees to serve him and he pushed his underwear down to reveal his stiffening member which I began to suck. It tasted wonderful and it responded to my hungry lips, doubling in size and becoming rock solid. I tried to get it as deep as I could into my mouth, even down into my throat, fighting the desperate urge to gag.

He ordered me onto all fours and knelt behind me, rubbing his beard between my ass cheeks, and probing my hole with his talented tongue until I was desperate to feel his beautiful dick inside me.

I didn’t need to wait long. He pressed himself against my hole, which immediately opened itself up for him. Moments later, he was in a push-up position above me, thrusting in and out, pounding me like a huge stag in heat, ramming his giant dick as far as he could into my guts. He knelt up behind me and I started to ride his dick as fast and as hard as I could, squeezing my ass muscles around his hard cock while he loudly moaned, groaned, and grunted.

He turned me onto my back and I watched as his face took on a look of determination, almost as though his sudden new desire was to utterly ruin my ass. I grabbed hold of his nipples and twisted them as hard as I could with my fingertips until he was purring like a cat—and then roaring like a lion.

Moments later, he pulled his dick out of me and shot an immense load all over my stomach. Part of me was disappointed that he hadn’t cum inside me, but before I could dwell on that he pushed his dick back into me so that his powerful DNA could find its way into my bloodstream. He collapsed, utterly exhausted, onto my body, and we kissed passionately for what seemed forever, our bodies interwoven, connected mentally, physically, and now spiritually.

Apprentice Shepard – Chapter 3 – The Anointing – Kristofer Weston & Serg Shepard

The Boy Noah – Chapter 1 – The Grooming

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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

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

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

The Boy Ethan – Chapter 2 – the Prize

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The boy Ethan proved to be quite the commodity, yielding a hefty price at auction from bidder Master Marko. The beefy, older man was eager to try out his purchase more fully from the privacy of his hotel suite. He beckons for Ethan to come towards him with a sharp gesture and Ethan obediently crawls towards him on all fours. The boy’s smooth, perky butt wiggles from side to side, framed by his black jockstrap.

As Ethan reaches Master Marko, the two kiss deeply. The muscular man paws at Ethan’s ass and uses his fingers to probe between the boy’s cheeks. He stands up to remove his clothing and the subservient boy, guided by nature, assists his new master by sliding his fingers in the waistband and sliding the trousers off. Ethan trails his fingers across his Master’s briefs. Observing this, the wealthy Master feels pleased with his investment in such a well disciplined servant.

Once Master Marko’s shirt is off and his pants down around his ankles, the barrel-chested Master watches while Ethan pulls down his owner’s briefs, revealing the Master’s slowly swelling cock covered with a fiery bush at the base. Ethan takes hold of the meat and brings it to his mouth. He could feel Master Marko’s dick throb inside against his throat. The boy loves providing his services—the obedience, the giving of pleasure, and being the paid property of a powerful man—all of it thrilled and excited him in return.

The beefy Master put his hands on the back of the boy’s head and gyrates his hips inwards, slowly fucking the boy’s mouth. Master Marko then sits back on the bed and instructs Ethan to completely remove the pants and briefs. The man’s socks, the only clothing items left, Ethan took off with slow, measured drama, playing coy and cute for his audience of one.

Master Marko leans back and brings Ethan between his legs at the corner of the bed. The boy spreads his cheeks with his hands as he sits on the man’s staff. The cockhead pops into the boy’s entrance with the rest of it slowly making its way in as Ethan lowers himself. The twink bounces up and down. Still clad in his little black jockstrap, he turns around and brings himself face-to-face with his muscled master.

He continues his ride, which in turn brings his Master closer to a joyous release. Master Marko rises up to a seated position to meet Ethan’s face; he kisses the boy and picks him up, never letting his cock slip out, and lays the twink down on his back. He grabs the boy’s ankles and begins to slide in and out of him again, controlling the pace with his hips. He can feel his balls begin to tighten as the boy’s hole suctions to the man’s plunging cock. Master Marko blows inside the boy’s hungry hole, filling his purchase to the hilt with a massive load. As he erupts, the savvy owner thinks only of the value he’s already gained out of his investment, and the usefulness yet to be drawn from it…

The Boy Ethan – Chapter 2 – the Prize – Cain Marko & Ethan Tate

Daddy’s Pride and Joy – Tape 5 – Filling Out

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One quiet afternoon, I walked in on Maxx as he was working out. I didn’t so much as “randomly” walk in, but had already heard his muted grunts-of-effort from outside the door. I walked in and told him how great he looked, and I asked him if I could take a closer look at his progress.

My hands found their way to him. I made sure to get a good feel—at this point, there was no need to play coy with my boy, or hide behind excuses. I pulled my old jock out from my back pocket and asked him to try it on. This hit something within him—he acquiesced immediately, dropped his sweats right there in front of me, and put on his dad’s old jock.

As always, my intuition was spot on—he filled out the jockstrap perfectly. I made sure to let him know, both verbally, and of course, physically, how beautifully he fit in between the straps. I grabbed his thighs, and played with his firm, full ass cheeks. I had him turn around for me, his sack and his shaft left a perfect print on the front of the white jockstrap’s rough fabric. I noticed how the pouch began to stretch, my son’s cock swelling up at my touch. I teased a bit, letting my finger run along it through the fabric.

I let the head of his cock poke out at the waistline, and then I slowly pulled the fabric down to reveal his growing dick. I took hold of it, examining how it stiffened for me. My boy has a beautiful shaft; I gave it a few good strokes, then went in for a whiff of his scent. His balls smelled of masculine sweat, delicious enough for my mouth to instantly drop open and breathe it in through my mouth. I let my tongue flicker around the head and staff.

He responded to my oral assault with adorable little moans of pleasure. I took off my shirt and had him turn around; there were more tastes I wanted to take. Again, Maxx let me know the pleasure was mutual via moans and coos. I took off my jeans and freed my own rigid dick from its confines before diving back into his cheeks face first. I stroked my cock as I ate him out.

And with that taste, I knew—I needed to be back inside him. I stood up and pointed my stiff meat right at his waiting puckered hole. Tight as he was, his hole invited me in with eventual ease, like yielding butter. Soon I was balls-deep and pounding him up against the wall. I fucked him there for a while, then I had him get on all fours on the floor.

I steadied myself by gripping the strap of his jock and re-entered him from behind. I was going in even deeper now; the both of us grunted and groaned together. I could feel my balls begin to build to a great orgasm, and I thought, I’ve cum inside him plenty of times before. This time, I decided to paint his cheeks with my explosion. After treating his rear like a canvas for my seed, I slid back in and rested on his back, letting the last of my pleasure drip-feed into him. My boy had milked another good load out of his dad, and with my old jock on, I thought he looked great doing it.

Daddy’s Pride and Joy – Tape 5 – Filling Out – Mason Lear & Maxx Monroe

Scout Nathan – Chapter 2 – The Campsite

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Fortunately I’d already pitched my tent, so I suggested he join me inside for a chat, and… who am I kidding? The moment I saw him, my dick sprang into action. It strained inside my pants in a way that not even the Pope could have ignored.I knew I was onto a winner—those boys get out into the great unknown and get giddy on all that wild oxygen. Sure enough, within seconds of our climbing into the tent, we were kissing. And lemme tell ya… that boy didn’t kiss like a virgin! His soft, rosy lips were all over mine and his eager little tongue was soon dancing inside of my mouth.I tore off his shirt and ran my big hands over his smooth, pale chest. I could feel the boy shaking with nerves and exhilaration under my finger tips. He responded to every move I made; shuddering and whimpering. I kissed up and down his body, my lips triggered electric bursts of pleasure which fizzed and crackled across his skin and jolted his dick alive.I carefully unbuckled his belt and then slowly unzipped his shorts, exposing his throbbing boyhood to the sweet, pine-scented breezes which were gently drifting into the tent. I pushed him backwards, so that his legs were in the air, and slowly ran my tongue over his tight hole, knowing that the hairs from my beard would tickle his thighs and add a whole level of sensuality to his experience.My dick begged to escape from the cruel, tight prison of my uniform pants. With the click of a button, it sprung free into action. It pointed, throbbed in desperate need into the puckering pocket of pleasure present in front of it. I slowly pushed it into him, creeping, inch by inch towards his stomach. He gasped, momentarily unsure, before his ass opened up like a stunning wild flower. His entire body became covered in goosepimples; ripples of pure rapture engulfed him. His sphincter gripped onto my dick like a vice as my balls banged against his buttocks.I went harder and he yelled and thrashed his head around like some sort of wounded, ensnared animal, even though it was I who was ensnared in him. From then on, there was no stopping me—the boy was mine and I needed to brand him internally before the rest of the troop started showing up.Nature took over. I squirted my load deep inside him. My dick exploded like a bomb and a sea of semen leapt into his hole. As we both came down, I told him to get dressed and make himself look presentable, knowing that the fun had only just begun between us…

Scout Nathan – Chapter 2 – The Campsite – Nathan James & Tucker Barrett

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