Fellow Rubdown - Breeding My Dudes Tiny Crevice - Gauze 2
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I thought I’d seen bombshell in the world, but nothing compares to the look on Ian’s face when he orgasms. It seems like a unusual thing to say — I’m still not used to it — but seeing my boy in that kind of sensation and joy… I mean, what could be better?!Well, I suppose the glance of my spunk-pump coming out of his poke hole caked in the family DNA…
I scarcely slept ...I scarcely slept at all that night. As briefly as we finished, we under the coats with him packaged in my arms, but I kept waking up to make sure I hadn’t dreamt that moment. Everytime I opened my eyes, Ian was there, nestled inbetween my pecs and shoulder, sleeping soundly. My heart could have unload thru my pecs each time, overjoyed with enjoy for him. To think, had I not come to the prohibited Boy Hotel, I wouldn’t have ever confined him so closely!The next morning, we got up and things were quite normal. I hoped some awkwardness or switch in our relationship, but I was satiated to see Ian was the same happy boy he was from the day before. We sat and had breakfast together and spoke about school, just like it was any other morning. The only difference this morning though, was his aged man’s stream still up inside his hole.Once we concluded eating, cleaning, and showering, I came back to the commands we’d be given. They’d worked like a charm so far, so I was willing to see where else they’d take us. Ian began to get that I was being fed suggestions of what to do, but he was a good sport about letting me surprise him.I made up the sofa as trained and brought Ian into the apartment for a voluptuous massage. Ian was an athlete and knew the benefit of a good, deep tissue treatment. He had no problem laying down for a rub. And having it come from me? Well, I think that was an added bonus!
As he stretched out, I couldn’t help but admire his strong, beefy legs. His ass was framed ideally in the milky jockstrap, as well. His back was slick and strong, topped off by his well nicely-shaped shoulders. What man could resist him? I arched in and his smooched the back of his head, defeat with affection and pride. My boy… My sweet, uber-sexy boy!
I took off my bathrobe and massaged the rubdown lubricant into my hands. I was happy the fragrance wasn’t too strong. As I worked it into Ian’s back, I could scent my boy’s inborn musk coming off from him, newly tidy and pure. I wouldn’t want to stash that under any sandalwood or lavender perfume for anything!My palms moved over him sleekly and delicately, pressing on every muscle and fiber underneath his soft, slick skin. Even tho we’d just made enjoy last night, this was the highly first time in many years that I had such unrestricted access to his body. Everything from his toes to his nose was at my disposal, relaxed and accepting of my touch. I could sense the intensity of his thighs, the firm worked calves, and even the slick arches of his feet. He wasn’t a boy anymore. He was becoming a man! It was uber-sexy to see every line and curve of him developed and matured. Of course, he’d always be my tiny guy…When I massaged his buttocks, my mind began to ramble back to the former night. His cheeks were flawless balls of meat and flesh, flanking his tight, slick hole. To think I’d spent so many nights imagining what it would be like, and here I was, massaging it with ease. Ian let out soft tiny screams as I worked him deeper; a concoction of strain pull out and pleasure.As my palms moved down, I cradled his testicles in my hand, massaging them softly, perceiving their warmth. I knew what they contained and how dear it was… The same contents that are in my own!His flesh had a glitter to it now, shining gorgeously and healthily. When I turned him over, his eyes encountered mine for a moment, fully tranquil and at peace. He had no problem with me running my palms on his internal thighs, up towards his balls, or even navigating around his getting larger erection. I didn’t want to reject him a full massage, so I let it lay for the moment… But boy, was I excited to see his spunk-pump erect up once more!My thumbs trailed up to his pecs and arms, massaging him gently. His nips stood up as my palms moved handed them, thrilled by the sensation. I had no idea that Ian had sensitive nips and it made my spunk-pump firm to think about toying with them. By getting into every nook and cranny, I was able to find every spot that made him tick. catches sight of I would commit to memory as if my life depended on it!Before I could finish, however, Ian’s arousal got the nicer of him. The precocious boy rose up and pressed his face against my full jockstrap cup, anxious to sense and scent his aged man’s junk. As he nestled in, I caressed his cock, perceiving it get taller with each lap of his tongue.I attempted my finest to hold out, but what’s a dude to do? I turned him over once more and stretched a tiny more lubricant inbetween his cheeks, pausing only to catch a peek of the uber-sexy glance of my sweet Ian’s hole. Instead of using my cock, I extracted the smooth, glass poke stick I was provided.I pressed it on Ian’s hole, seeing him wriggle and twist as it worked around his sphincter. But all it took was a soft shove and a duo deep breaths before I perceived it stir inside him with a slick motion. Ian clung to the brink of the bed, gripping onto it as I moved it around inside him. I don’t know if he’d ever toyed with his poke hole before, but I was careful to observe him and go at a slow pace…Still, seeing his poke hole take it was exquisite! My baby boy stretched out broad as I pulled it out and tightened again as it fell back. Again and again, I observed my gifted boy take what I gave him. Pride doesn’t embark to express what I was feeling.As he confined onto the bedspread, I gave him a break, eliminating the plaything and dropping his jockstrap and pawing his cheeks. I observed as his sighing calmed and he lodged back into a relaxed state. My boy… I just had to take him! Coming up behind him, I asked him if he was prepared before I slipped my spunk-pump inside him where the glass had precedingly filled. I worried it might be too much, but to my delight, he received me with the same relief as he did my massaging hands. It was like I was meant to be there and his body knew it! I confined him close and smooched him as I gave him the fullness of my firm spunk-pump deep…
I thought I’d seen bombshell in the world, but nothing compares to the look on Ian’s face when he orgasms. It seems like a unusual thing to say — I’m still not used to it — but seeing my boy in that kind of sensation and joy… I mean, what could be better?!Well, I suppose the glance of my spunk-pump coming out of his poke hole caked in the family DNA…
I scarcely slept ...I scarcely slept at all that night. As briefly as we finished, we under the coats with him packaged in my arms, but I kept waking up to make sure I hadn’t dreamt that moment. Everytime I opened my eyes, Ian was there, nestled inbetween my pecs and shoulder, sleeping soundly. My heart could have unload thru my pecs each time, overjoyed with enjoy for him. To think, had I not come to the prohibited Boy Hotel, I wouldn’t have ever confined him so closely!The next morning, we got up and things were quite normal. I hoped some awkwardness or switch in our relationship, but I was satiated to see Ian was the same happy boy he was from the day before. We sat and had breakfast together and spoke about school, just like it was any other morning. The only difference this morning though, was his aged man’s stream still up inside his hole.Once we concluded eating, cleaning, and showering, I came back to the commands we’d be given. They’d worked like a charm so far, so I was willing to see where else they’d take us. Ian began to get that I was being fed suggestions of what to do, but he was a good sport about letting me surprise him.I made up the sofa as trained and brought Ian into the apartment for a voluptuous massage. Ian was an athlete and knew the benefit of a good, deep tissue treatment. He had no problem laying down for a rub. And having it come from me? Well, I think that was an added bonus!
As he stretched out, I couldn’t help but admire his strong, beefy legs. His ass was framed ideally in the milky jockstrap, as well. His back was slick and strong, topped off by his well nicely-shaped shoulders. What man could resist him? I arched in and his smooched the back of his head, defeat with affection and pride. My boy… My sweet, uber-sexy boy!
I took off my bathrobe and massaged the rubdown lubricant into my hands. I was happy the fragrance wasn’t too strong. As I worked it into Ian’s back, I could scent my boy’s inborn musk coming off from him, newly tidy and pure. I wouldn’t want to stash that under any sandalwood or lavender perfume for anything!My palms moved over him sleekly and delicately, pressing on every muscle and fiber underneath his soft, slick skin. Even tho we’d just made enjoy last night, this was the highly first time in many years that I had such unrestricted access to his body. Everything from his toes to his nose was at my disposal, relaxed and accepting of my touch. I could sense the intensity of his thighs, the firm worked calves, and even the slick arches of his feet. He wasn’t a boy anymore. He was becoming a man! It was uber-sexy to see every line and curve of him developed and matured. Of course, he’d always be my tiny guy…When I massaged his buttocks, my mind began to ramble back to the former night. His cheeks were flawless balls of meat and flesh, flanking his tight, slick hole. To think I’d spent so many nights imagining what it would be like, and here I was, massaging it with ease. Ian let out soft tiny screams as I worked him deeper; a concoction of strain pull out and pleasure.As my palms moved down, I cradled his testicles in my hand, massaging them softly, perceiving their warmth. I knew what they contained and how dear it was… The same contents that are in my own!His flesh had a glitter to it now, shining gorgeously and healthily. When I turned him over, his eyes encountered mine for a moment, fully tranquil and at peace. He had no problem with me running my palms on his internal thighs, up towards his balls, or even navigating around his getting larger erection. I didn’t want to reject him a full massage, so I let it lay for the moment… But boy, was I excited to see his spunk-pump erect up once more!My thumbs trailed up to his pecs and arms, massaging him gently. His nips stood up as my palms moved handed them, thrilled by the sensation. I had no idea that Ian had sensitive nips and it made my spunk-pump firm to think about toying with them. By getting into every nook and cranny, I was able to find every spot that made him tick. catches sight of I would commit to memory as if my life depended on it!Before I could finish, however, Ian’s arousal got the nicer of him. The precocious boy rose up and pressed his face against my full jockstrap cup, anxious to sense and scent his aged man’s junk. As he nestled in, I caressed his cock, perceiving it get taller with each lap of his tongue.I attempted my finest to hold out, but what’s a dude to do? I turned him over once more and stretched a tiny more lubricant inbetween his cheeks, pausing only to catch a peek of the uber-sexy glance of my sweet Ian’s hole. Instead of using my cock, I extracted the smooth, glass poke stick I was provided.I pressed it on Ian’s hole, seeing him wriggle and twist as it worked around his sphincter. But all it took was a soft shove and a duo deep breaths before I perceived it stir inside him with a slick motion. Ian clung to the brink of the bed, gripping onto it as I moved it around inside him. I don’t know if he’d ever toyed with his poke hole before, but I was careful to observe him and go at a slow pace…Still, seeing his poke hole take it was exquisite! My baby boy stretched out broad as I pulled it out and tightened again as it fell back. Again and again, I observed my gifted boy take what I gave him. Pride doesn’t embark to express what I was feeling.As he confined onto the bedspread, I gave him a break, eliminating the plaything and dropping his jockstrap and pawing his cheeks. I observed as his sighing calmed and he lodged back into a relaxed state. My boy… I just had to take him! Coming up behind him, I asked him if he was prepared before I slipped my spunk-pump inside him where the glass had precedingly filled. I worried it might be too much, but to my delight, he received me with the same relief as he did my massaging hands. It was like I was meant to be there and his body knew it! I confined him close and smooched him as I gave him the fullness of my firm spunk-pump deep…
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