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Subject: Brent’s Public Thrills 2 Head on over to fty/ to help keep this site up and running. They give so much and ask so little. __________________ The Fair The smell of fried potatoes and cut hay almost distracted Brent from the taste of the man’s balls. They could have been a little more fresh maybe, and with the other lingering fairground aromas it all mixed unexpectedly in his nose, but he was still giving them his best efforts. He first caught Ryan’ eye at the horse riding corral. Brent knew he would be an easy target while he was still waiting in line, just seeing the cowboy lift kids up on the ponies was enough to tell. You don’t need to grip a boy’s ass like that to see if he’s sitting in a saddle properly. When it was Brent’s turn to mount up he did very little to assist in climbing, letting the strong rancher push him from below. An awkward twist shifted the boy’s balls into the big hands at one point, eliciting an interested raised eyebrow. Brent’s horny responsive whine raised the other eyebrow, and the corners of the cowboy’s mouth. Ruggedly handsome and just a little scruffy, the man might have made Brent cry out even without the gropes. They stole glances throughout the simple ride around the track, and when they were away from the crowd the boy whispered an invitation to meet him in between two nearby tall stacks of haybales. Brent trundled off first after being manhandled down off of the horse, then a minute later the Cowboy passed off his reins, telling the other worker he was going to go ‘relieve’ himself. When Ryan found the hidden spot the boy was referring to he saw that kid was stripping off completely. The dude ranch he worked at afforded him plenty of opportunites to mess around outdoors, but never with a kid. Now there was a buck naked one who instigated the whole thing. His heart beat heavily against his ribcage in excitement at the sight. He was only halfway through unbuckling his own belt when Brent’s hands came in to help, pulling up the checkered shirt and tearing down his fly. Brent was extra horny that day after the ferris wheel operator and the candy apple vendor both chickened out. He’d undressed in this same spot for each of them before they found him and then each bolted. Truth be told, he quite liked the act of getting naked regardless. Knowing his bald little boner was fully exposed just around the corner from the fairway gave him enough thrill to get himself off. The piles were ten feet high all around, but the sounds from the crowd’s commotion, the screams from the rides, and the bells of the carnival games made him feel like he was standing right among them. Without the hay there he would have been. Now he was there with a hot older guy, trying to expose as much of them both as he could. Ryan let him get pretty far, compared to most guys, shirt spread open and pants stripped down to the ankles. Brent used his folded up clothes as padding for his knees and got down to connect lips with the base of the cowboy’s genitals. Kisses up and down in between the man’s legs slowly drenched the whole pubic region in the boy’s spit. Small hands fondled a stiff dick shaft in each hand, one his own and one his lover’s, while he explored his way down to sucking on the heat-loosened scrotum. Ryan moaned when one of his balls first found its way into the kid’s mouth and swirled around. He kept moaning too, louder than he otherwise would have to taunt the unknowing crowd around him. They’d never know how the child worshipping his cock and balls drove him wild. Brent’s face sunk lower and lower until he was directly underneath the cowboy, trying to work his tongue into the furry ass crack. His nose now poked against the spit slicked balls, and he spun his face side to side to tease them. Ryan stared in awe down at the bright eyes beneath him. What little was left visible on the small face between his legs was further obstructed by his hard shaft getting masturbated with the boy’s delicate fingers. Despite the pleasured look, Ryan could tell the boy’s position would have been uncomfortable. He took a step back to disengage himself so he could bend over into the hay to take a more accessible position. If the boy wanted to eat his asshole then he wanted to make it easy for him. With his legs spread as wide as his bunched up jeans would allow, he grabbed at his ass cheeks and twisted around to see the kid’s approach. With a confident grin, Brent shuffled forwards and put his hands on the cowboy’s thighs, then puckered up and kissed the musky dark entrance. The man’s cock lurched at the obscene sight of an eleven year old eagerly tongue fucking him, and a gush of precum drizzled down into the straw pile between his legs. For a moment Ryan noticed the boy’s eyes widen and look up above them, although if he was worried it wasn’t slowing him down at all. When he turned up to see what Brent was looking at he froze in shock. A much younger kid had climbed his way up to the top of the piles from the other side and was staring at them, though not really understanding what he was seeing. The man felt the tiny tongue vacate his asshole, then the climber held his finger up to his mouth in the universal sign for ‘shush.’ Looking back at Brent revealed he was doing the same, prompting the little boy to keep what he saw a secret. It was all under control, he realized, and relaxed again. The sound of a mother yelling for the tyke to get down on the other side of the bales ended their audience. Spurred by the boy’s bravery, he flipped Brent over onto all fours and began returning the favor. He might have shaved if he knew he’d have his chin wedged in the cleft of a smooth grade school boy’s ass cheeks today. Despite signs of scratching Brent only cooed with appreciation. The grown up tongue delved in considerably deeper than the boy was able to, and he muscled with the young ring while he massaged both of the kid’s juicy cheeks. Brent in turn clenched down playfully, awash in the powerful sexual feelings. When Ryan saw the boy begin to pleasure himself he took a grip of his own steely cock. It was hard to tell where one of the preteen’s dry orgasms ended and another one began – by the time the cowboy was feeling time for his own climax Brent was just shaking and moaning constantly. The man pulled out of the boy and delivered his final strokes until he started busting his nut, a torrential spray that painted the kid’s ass cheeks and back with streaks of white. Brent swiped what he could reach off of himself with his hands when he saw that the man was leaving without taking care of his own discharge. It wasn’t all gone when he put his shirt back over it, but walking around with some of the man’s spunk still sticking to him felt nasty and fun. __________________ The Pool Brent always found the water of the pool too cold to keep an erection, so he’d never tried sex in one before. Apparently he just hadn’t met a hot enough guy there before, because being with the nineteen year old instructor Eric today had him hard as he could be. The slender but long fingers prodding inside the lining of his swim trunks helped too. From above the surface it looked like the teen was simply keeping the face down kid’s body afloat while he practiced kicking, but underneath there was a flurry of fondling. Brent’s loose trunks didn’t draw as many stares out of the water as when he wores his speedo, but it was much easier to get access inside of them subtly than the skintight briefs. Not that anybody was watching the two, the day’s heat had brought droves of people in to cool off but they were all doing their own thing. Brent knew sometimes the most lost you could get is among distracted people. The kicks had as much energy as Brent was able to put into them while being distracted by Eric’s gropes. He was a good swimmer already but kicking was helping to sell the image of their innocent tutoring. The sensual stroking of the eleven year old dicklet was far from innoncent, but the instructor played along by giving the boy actual swimming pointers out loud. Eric hoped that his profuse sweating looked like it was from the heat and not nerves from publicly jerking off a little boy. Every time Brent felt the need to cry out he would dunk his face below the surface and pretend to practice blowing bubbles. The boy gazed around and aksaray escort saw several smaller kids doing the same, though he was pretty sure he was the only one getting masturbated in the pool that day. He entertained the idea that he wasn’t though, which made him even more excited. Eric still couldn’t believe he let this kid talk him into doing this, but he also couldn’t believe how hot the little spike between his fingers was despite the coolness of their surroundings. He wasn’t actually even Brent’s teacher, he just got caught staring a little too long at the kid in the changeroom. When the precocious seductor approached him at first he thought he’d have to talk his way out of trouble, instead he got talked into feeling the boy up in the public pool somehow. All four inches of the boy’s smooth shaft got loving strokes inside the bathing suit with one hand, the other supporting beneath the boy’s taut young stomach. The teen could feel every joyous shudder starting in Brent’s kiddie dick and then radiating up his torso. Eric’s own cock stretched out the fabric of his jammers in response, hidden in the shade underneath the floating boy. When it felt like he had held the position suspiciously long in their ‘lesson,’ Brent flipped over onto his back. To make sure Eric didn’t think it was over, he gave him his best sultry bedroom eyes to plead for more. The instructor furrowed his brow and shook his head, knowing that any action would be visible with the kid’s groin just barely below the surface. Frustrated that the teen didn’t understand, Brent tugged the backside of his shorts down. A fire lit behind Eric’s eyes at the further undressing. He could have gotten in through the bathing suit legs again if he knew this was what the boy wanted, but this was infinitely more hot. The water was perhaps a little more slippery than nothing, but he knew it doesn’t actually lubricate. He realized that even if he tried to subtly spit on his fingers it would be pointless getting them into the water, so he started worming his fingers between the boy’s exposed yet submerged cheeks. It was far from the easiest position either. Unlike if they had taken advantage of the looseness of the swim trunk legs, the waist’s elastic held tight to the crevice between the boy’s butt and legs, preventing the ideal angle. Any lower and the trunks would ride suspiciously low in the front and sides, which were probably viewable from the pool deck. The boy also couldn’t spread his legs much and his continued kicking action tensed his glutes. Driven by the kid’s audacity though, Eric did his best to dig in. Once his finger cleaved its way in between the firm cheeks and touched the puckered hole he knew he’d be able to get into the boy’s cherry. He could see Brent was still ragingly erect, but if anybody else could see that it meant they were already staring intently at his groin and would be happy to watch. Otherwise peripheral vision would chalk it up to a ripple in the fabric or a trick of the waves. Still, he glanced around nervously as the child’s sphincter began to permit his finger up to the nail. Brent did admirably to make his moans of pleasure into grunts which could be intepreted as sounds of exercise effort. The deeper Eric’s fingers drove the more the eleven year old had to collect himself, and when his budding ring felt a second finger ready to stretch him out he bit his lip to keep quiet. When he stopped kicking for a moment because of the feelings his instructor reminded him to keep it up. Clever guy. Finger banging the little boy was briefly interrupted by a goggle wearing kid on a floating board who bumped into the teenager’s side, but he simply gave a cursory apology and kept on his way, apparently none the wiser. The intermission gave Eric a chance to pull at his own cock for a second, the tip now peeking up out of his shorts. He tried to get any slickness from underneath his foreskin onto his fingers, but it probably washed off before he got it back to the boy’s asshole. Didn’t seem to make his next entry much different, and Brent clearly enjoyed it either way. The third finger especially, finally feeling that aching stretch he longed for. To the boy, getting fucked felt like having that first arm twisting back arch in the morning after getting out of bed, it vibrated up his spine and sent pleasure signals all across his body. Cool water was flooding his behind with each thrusting finger fuck, but it was just like the douching he’d done on days where he really expected his ass to be involved. This wasn’t one of those days actually, the hookup was very spur of the moment. In fact he usually forgot about sex on the days he went to the pool since it was so impractical, but regained his horny inspiration from the ogling of this sexy teen in the lockers. When he could take no more he threw his head back underwater to muffle the prostate driven orgasm. Eric’s hand nearly dragged the boy’s suit completely off in all the writhing, but he stopped it just before it exposed the kid’s cocklet for all to see. He lowered the boy into the water to play along, pretending to teach him how to kick underwater. Re-emerging from the depths, Brent had a dreamy look to him, despite his bloodshot pool eyes. Beneath the surface he reached out to grip at the teen’s ready to blow dick tip. Eric panicked but had no time to react, the one tug from the boy drew out his swimmers from deep within his balls. His face fought its urge to screw up into orgasmic bliss, but he was sure his body flexed suspiciously. The cum shots dispersed invisibly into the pool waters and he sighed contentedly, more than their swimming act warranted, but his paranoia waned when still nobody seemed to have noticed. He dunked himself underneath to cool off finally and got a view of the boy’s bubble ass before Brent covered up again and swam away. Still thinking about keeping up their guise Eric yelled out something about seeing the boy on their next lesson, to which Brent gave a big smile and a wink. __________________ The Theater Darkness shrouded the seats of the sparsely attended movie. Brent always loved sitting in the back row, and he was grateful that nobody else did that day. Nobody that is except his sitter for the evening, Joshua, whose little brother George also needed to be watched at the same time. None of the three of them, however, was watching the movie. The two younger kids had Joshua’s full attention as their silly game of ‘see who could laugh last’ gradually became more daring. They weren’t laughing at the mediocre attempts at humor in the animated feature on the big screen, they were giddy from pawing at each other’s bodies. A hilarious smile was plastered to both of their faces, but as soon as one of them made a sound they had to pay the price of the game. Joshua was only fourteen and didn’t feel much like a high schooler yet, so hanging out with the eleven year old felt more like seeing a movie with a friend than watching over some little kid. He was beginning to look the part at least, which only made Brent like him all the more. George wasn’t much smaller than Brent and was fitting in surprisingly well too. Despite the five year gap between he and his brother, Brent bridged the gap well. The bridge today was the price that Brent had decided to put on the game. When Joshua decided one of them made a loud enough noise he got to point to an article of clothing they were wearing and they had to take it off. At first he thought the game would last for two or three rounds until one of the boys got embarassed enough at not having their shoes on to call it quits. They had no minor clothing articles left now though, and gave no signs of stopping. One shoe at a time, then one sock, then George’s hat and Brent’s watch each dropped off. Both of the boys had a discarded a sweatshirt even and the next one to giggle would be showing quite a bit of skin. When Joshua anxiously proposed that was enough for the game, the other two shushed him for talking during the movie and each laughed. He figured ‘whatever,’ they probably wouldn’t have the nerves to do it anyway so he pointed at their t-shirts. Sure enough, they silently squirmed their way out of their tops, although silent might be too strong of a word. Their snickering was essentially nonstop now, but alsancak escort he didn’t point at them for that, figuring the game was in between rounds while they were stripping. They did hush up after that but they were shaking while trying to hold themselves together. George was first to break and since there was nothing else to point to he dutifully slid his joggers off without complaint. Quite the opposite actually, despite the darkness his tiny superhero underwear clearly showed signs of excitement, a three inch tent sprouting up from the center. George’s heart fluttered at finally being able to play with the bigger boys, he had been stealing views of the naked games they thought they were secret about and wanted to join in so badly. Having seen the boner, the boys now couldn’t last more than 5 seconds without breaking out in their whispered laugh, but Brent was barely first this round and it was time for his pants to go. Much to the shock of the brothers this was the end of the game for Brent, revealing that he wore no underwear beneath his jeans. The stiff denim must have hid it well, but Brent was naturally also rock hard. Apparently the game had to continue and with the last article on the line both preteens stared at each other until they were literally red in the face from forced restraint. Flying spit alone didn’t count for a laugh, but eventually George squeaked and Brent reached over to finish the game. The XS sized briefs released with a tug, the nine year old lifting his hips happily to let them freely swivel down his skinny legs. With two naked little boys to his right Joshua’s cock sprang to life. He was still a skinny kid too, like his brother, but apparently puberty decided that he was ready for his man sized junk already. He hoped it was finished growing, actually, it wasn’t problematically large but if it stayed proportional then one day it might be. He couldn’t quite understand how Brent’s little body could take seven inches so well already, let alone if he grew another inch of either length or girth. Joshua hadn’t been babysitting for very long, but Brent found out that the teen was into him from their first night together. It was an easy check to do by this point, if a babysitter actually believed that he needed help in the bath still at his age then there was clearly boy dick on his mind. There was boy dick on his face later that night too, an activity which only escalated in the months since. Brent let the teen know all about his public escapades, but part of Joshua didn’t believe the boy. As sexy as the babysitting sessions became, it was just impossible to think the boy was willing to do all of this outside of his home. Even the game they were playing was just about daring nudity, but any and all doubt washed away at the sight of Brent pulling George into his lap. Moving made the nine year old suddenly very aware of being naked, and he covered his stiffie with both hands while Brent stroked all over his body. The eleven year old instigator pushed his hands aside, reminding the youngest one that if nobody was looking back when they were laughing then wouldn’t start now. Luckily, if Joshua had any hangups about involving his little brother in the sex they weren’t coming out right now. He had his own reservations about diving right into the public display but didn’t want to seem less brave than the two younger boys. Inspired by their courage he stripped down next to the humping lads and began stroking. A wicked grin crossed Brent’s face seeing the disproportionate tool of his exposed sitter. The teen’s fist made long slow strokes from the base up to the tip above his belly button and Brent drooled. He didn’t fuck into the nine year old’s virgin hole but his four inch boy stick drove up between the youngest boy’s scrawny cheeks. It wouldn’t have been an effort to dive right in at this position but the boy would have surely yelled out at his first penetration. A boy yelling out in surprise would have turned unwanted heads. The kid almost yelled out in ecstasy though as Brent stuck his hand into the buttery popcorn and massaged his rider’s little 3 inch dicklet with slippery grease. Joshua’s hand reached over and cupped his mouth, returning the shush he had received earlier. When George nodded in understanding Joshua propped himself up on the arm rest and aimed his oversized teen cock at Brent’s face. More butter found its way from Brent’s hand to the cock and he took it into his thoat, savoring the taste of both his favorite treat and the popcorn at the same time. George had seen something like this through cracks in doors and basement windows between the two, but now his face was inches away from a real face fuck and he didn’t know how to contain his excitement. The smallest of whines creeped out as the nine year old lost himself in his buttered up orgasm, eyes fixated on his brother’s seven inches disappearing into his friend’s stretched out mouth. George didn’t think he wanted to try that with his brother but the look of joy on Brent’s face made him determined to find a big dick of his own to taste soon. He’d have to ask the eleven year old for tips since he had no idea how to fit something so thick all the way down his throat all at once. If only he realized he had an opportunity to practice on something more manageable right then and there, but it would be another week before he thought to try on Brent’s dick. Brent didn’t need the boy’s mouth today however, the squirming of his soft body in his lap and the taste of the teen treat focused his trajectory straight to climax. Any attempt at crying out were muffled by the seven inch plug still working into him, and in turn he drove his fingertips into the chest of the boy straddling his quivering love stick. Joshua was a kind boy, he simply stroked himself deeply but gently in and out of Brent’s throat, unaware that the boy would have been just as happy having his nose smashed into the teen’s young pube patch with all the force he could muster. The teen’s breaths drew short as his fucks got long, doing his best to keep quiet. A light from the hallway at the base of the theater indicated someone opened the door. A silhouetted shadow of a figure walked forward and the boys hearts raced. They got ready to duck down below the eyeline of the seats in front of them, but the intruder didn’t walk all the way in, probably just checking the garbage cans. The close call excited Joshua to the point of no return and he started cumming hard down the eleven year old’s gullet. Brent wanted George to get a good view, so he pulled off the thick throbbing rod and held his mouth wide open to catch the rest of the shots. Joshua fought his lungs from crying out how good he was feeling, while he and Brent both worked the gushing teen meat. It nutted out rope after rope of spunk, enough to start rising over the tongue and spilling out down his cheeks. Brent backed off and thought of sharing with George, but realized it would have been too much for the younger boy to go from zero to cummy kisses with him. He saw the fascinated glint in George’s eyes though, this kid wanted to know the taste, he needed it. When the brothers were taking their seats again he discretely spat out Joshua’s salty discharge over the nine year old’s popcorn and tossed it. The three kids sat and watched the rest of the movie stripped down, and George devoured the snack by the handful, licking his palms clean after every bite. __________________ The Yard Fresh cut grass was staining Brents’s knees and forearms while he was on all fours getting railed in his neighbour’s front yard. They had gone away on some kind of vacation apparently, but the weekly landscaping crew still came by for their upkeep. A pickup truck on the street read Maximum Lawncare, and the owner Max was very interested in coming back to this particular house. On the crew’s first arrival two weeks before, little Brent was out in his own yard across the street, dancing in his sprinkler trying to get their attention. Two of the three workers didn’t notice the sporty kid frolicking about in his tight black speedo. His boisterous shouts of glee were completely drowned out by the sound of mowers and weed whackers and at one point a chainsaw. Even with the machines not running he doubted amasya escort they’d hear him through their noise canceling headphones, but Max noticed the boy’s efforts immediately. When Brent realized he had caught one of their eyes he started bending and dancing more seductively. The occasional other pedestrian or driver thought nothing more of it than the kid having fun, but Brent was hoping that the man had a more vivid imagination. And he surely did. Every night that week Max fantasized about feeling up the preteen’s bouncy ass, swallowing his four rigid inches, flooding his young mouth with cum, but even his imagination didn’t take him as far as the boy truly wanted to go. The second week on the job Brent was thrilled to see it was a returning service. When he saw them arrive he set up the sprinkler to go at it again while they worked. It wasn’t as sunny that day but he wasn’t out there to get a tan, he was fishing. The middle aged man who kept turning his head in a way he that must have thought was subtle wasn’t the sexiest of the crew but still quite good looking, and any interest at all was good enough for Brent. Max’s stolen glances were telling him that Brent’s behavior was not at all imaginary. He was shocked to look over and see the kid staring right back at him with a hand crammed deep inside of his speedo. The boy’s exposure escalated from the four inch black lycra tent to a scandalously descending waistband to quick full frontal flashes whenever he thought nobody else was looking. Excusing himself from the others to ‘make a phone call’ the man got into his pickup truck parked on the street, locked eyes with the boy and jerked himself off in the driver’s seat. The boy looked left and right to check for signs of other viewers before dipping the front of his briefs down low and exposing his jerking dicklet. He covered back up just before cars drove past, but returned to it when the coast was clear once again. The man opened his door enough to give his sexy little partner a glimpse too, though Brent would have known just by the man’s face the instant that he climaxed. Max didn’t take his eyes off of the boy as he sprayed his thick load against the black vinyl of the steering wheel, the contrast clearly visible even to Brent standing across the street. On their next visit Brent decided he was going to make his introduction so he didn’t have to have his boygasm alone. At first on that third week Max was afraid his obvious vehicular ejaculation frightened the boy off when he didn’t see him out playing again, but just after they were finishing up the front lawn the kid wandered over with a big pitcher of lemonade and some cups. Max tried to contain his disappointment at the less scantily clad boy today during the polite introductions. After the crew enjoyed their refreshing beverage Max sent the other two to the backyard to get started there. It was a big backyard, he knew it took at least half an hour to get through. Longer if he was going to be distracted up front instead of helping. And distracted was an understatement. As soon as the other men rounded the corner of the house the kid dragged Max by the hand into an obscured corner of the yard. It was amazing how well hidden he actually felt with his bulky truck blocking the road, the other pickup to their left in the driveway, and the tall hedge dividing them from the property to the right. With his anxiety scanning for possible views into their hiding place, he completely missed the boy starting to strip off. Brent rolled his eyes when the man stopped him from taking his shorts right off, a panic overtaking the grownup’s face. It was always more comfortable and exciting when it was naked, why didn’t they get that? He let them fall to his ankles and got on all fours, waving his ass at the man impatiently. A gleam of slickness shone on the boy’s otherwise dry skin all around the awaiting bud, signs of his preparation for this inevitable outcome. A posessive force came over the man which pulled his fully stiff dick out of his fly for him, despite his fear. He told the boy that they should instead go inside the truck, but Brent wasn’t having any of it, he knew they couldn’t be seen or heard. The shout from the boy at Max to fuck him proved they couldn’t be heard above the nearby work. With shaking legs, Max knelt down behind the boy’s spread out behind, his wild frightened eyes still scanning their little enclosure for windows in. The sweetness of the lemonade wasn’t half as sweet as the feeling of the boy’s rectal walls swallowing up the man’s cock. Being a happily married man it had been so long since he sank it into anything that he nearly fainted from the sensation. Buttery soft yet powerfully tight, Brent’s hungry asshole worked its magic on the middle aged landscaper. A slow delivery gave Brent exactly what he wanted, the overwhelming sensation of his body being expanded from the insides, the deep itch finally getting scratched. His reddening eleven year old ring pulsated around its intruder, modest as it may have been. Max didn’t think anything about this was modest, even his average sized cock looked like it was splitting the boy in half. He would have expected the kid to be crying out in agony but the closest thing to pain he could see was the boy gripping at tufts of grass in front of him. He hoped he didn’t have to explain the bare spots in the lawn when the team got back. They probably wouldn’t care. The still horrified part of his brain screamed at him when he heard tires roll by on the street, but he couldn’t even see the tops of the cars past his truck. He started to chill out when he realized he had brought the boy to the brink of a boygasm from just the first shallow dives. Brent was yelling out ecstatic cries that were still barely audible over the mowers and they inspired Max to dig in all the way. When the action sped up the man wondered if any amount of force was too much for Brent. His mind reeled thinking about how this child got so used to being fucked. The very idea of all of his depraved experience made the man start to get on the same wavelength. Brent was honestly afraid that he wouldn’t get properly fucked until this moment, but thankfully the landscaper was starting to get the idea at last. It’s a good thing only the boy was able to see the shoes of the couple that walked down the street with their stroller. They had no chance of seeing the man ravishing the little eleven year old either, but knowing how close they were was his naughty secret. As soon as the family passed by he then noticed a pair of boots next to the truck on the other side of the driveway, one of the other workers was rooting around for a tool in the back. This was someone who did have a chance of seeing. Brent thought this might mean the end of the tool rooting around in him, so he started pushing back into Max’s thrusting. If he hurried they might at least cum before it all went south. His push met every slam that the man was giving, bare boy ass meeting pants with dull slaps. He did his best to use his sphincter to squeeze an orgasm out of both of them quickly. The slaps weren’t loud enough to draw the other man’s attention though, and neither was Brent’s second boy joy of the afternoon. His voice vibrated like his quaking kiddie cock, singing out in pleasure. Those noise canceling headphones were a real wonder. Max wasn’t far behind, he started pulling the boy back onto his fuck stick when Brent’s body slackened in release. It really hadn’t taken long for the hesitant man to abandon his fear and truly take the boy as hard as he could. The load he dumped into the boy was unlike any orgasm he could recall in the last 25 years. It was as if Brent’s youth gave years back to his balls to feed the kid what he deserved. When he was finished his surprisingly abundant volleys, Max’s temporary vigor finally gave out and he collapsed forward. His breaths began to catch up with him and his sweating did too. The boy ducked out from below the man’s heaving chest and between the man’s arms. He pulled up his shorts and dove into the hedge just before the other worker rounded about to this side of the truck. Relieved now that he didn’t fully undress, Brent thought about the cum soaking his underwear from his gaping ass and how it could have left a trail to his hiding spot. Max tucked himself away discretely as his coworker knelt down to check to see what was wrong. After assuring him that he wasn’t having a heart attack they both grabbed a rake and headed to the backyard, leaving Brent safe to waddle bowlegged back across the street.

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