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[Last night]
Cum everywhere... gushing out from Ryan's cock, forming warm puddle underneath the dominant daddy and the submissive jock boy, adding more bodily fluids to the dirty sheets and mattress. Cum everywhere... shooting out of the man's rock hard cock deep inside the hungry, begging jock boy's cunt... filling the boy the to brim as the monster cock continued to penetrate and withdraw, only to force itself back in again, cum leaking out of Ryan's hole as he desperately clenched his ass to keep the man's juices in... feeling the man's sweaty body hugging his own... cum spilling everywhere as the man held the jock boy tightly, feeling every sweaty and spent muscle, inhaling the jock boy's dirty scent, feeling his cock sliding in and out of the worn and wet hole... feeling Ryan - still blind-folded and bound - pass out from the long-denied pleasure and pain, in his arms and still impaled on his cockÉ
[Morning]
Ryan Ford woke up alone, naked, in the fetal position. The morning sun was piercing through the large windows and hurting his eyes, which were no longer blindfolded. Groggy and tired, trying hard to remember what had happened, the 19-year-old felt the marks on his freed wrists, still red and tender from being bound for hours. The blond jock boy turned over and spotted a wad of cash set next to him on the dirty, cum- and sweat-soaked mattress. Shameful memories of what transpired last night finally began to trickle into his hazy mind as he reached for the cash. He read the attached post-it note:
"Shower/bathroom forbidden. Wear my cum and sweat home like a proper slut. Whore. ÐG."
Ryan's stomach sank; his aching cock twitched. There was no sign of Greg anywhere. He felt dried cum all over his body, remembering the older muscle man's smells, his horse-hung cockÉ and the man's huge, thick load filling his begging, hungry jock hole. Ryan reached down and felt his worn-out ass for the first time that morning with his middle finger Ð tender, wet, gapingÉ and achingly empty.
A few minutes later, the jock boy tucked his hard cock into his dirty jock, pulled his baseball cap down low to cover his eyes with his hoodie over his head, and ran home, with a discreet stop by his bank. Feeling everybody's and nobody's eyes on him, Ryan's face was flushed red with shame and guilt as he looked around jumpily while depositing last night's income. Suddenly very cognizant of how he must look and smell to the unknowing public, Ryan realized as he looked down at the receipt of a full bank account that he could've taken a shower at Greg's without any true consequence; somehow, despite an overwhelming sense of guilt, regret and self- hatred, Ryan obliged Greg's instructions like a good Southern boy. Well, a good Southern-jock-boy-bottom whore.
[Late Afternoon]
Ryan rushed out of the home of a former girlfriend's mom, a hot and horny 38-year- old MILF he's been fucking this past spring semester. He showed up unannounced half an hour earlier to the MILF's delight and surprise. Ryan was freshly showered, coiffed, rejuvenated with something to prove, something to take his mind away from his empty jock boy hole and what he did last night. However, after 29 minutes of expert oral servicing by the MILF, Ryan pulled up his pants and ran off, embarrassed that he could not get hard. Not even a little bit. Flaccid. All he could feel was the emptiness and intense cravings of his boy hole.
[Late night/early morningÉ Three days laterÉ]
Sam watched through the slightly ajar door as an older businessman, probably about Coach Krueger's age, fucked Ryan missionary on a bench. All Sam could see in the dimly-lit locker room was the back of the fully-clothed man gently fucking a completely naked Ryan, with the jock boy's size-13 bare feet and blond legs spread wide apart, flopping lifelessly in the air with every measured and calculated thrust and withdrawal of the man's penis. This guy's going to have to up his game if he wants to get Ryan off, Sam thought to himself. What Sam couldn't see was Ryan's hungry hole desperately milking the man's hard cock, feeling the rigid organ enter and withdraw, clenching down, gripping hard and sucking the cock back inside, deeper with every thrust. Ryan's belly was wet with his own precum, his red cock leaking more clear jock juice every time he clenched down on the man's cock, eliciting deep grunts from the man and higher and higher pitched moans from himself. Ryan's fingers were teasing both of his nipples at the same time, feeling the electricity shoot from the sensitive nipples to his toes and up into his ass and cock while the man's large, calloused hands felt every smooth and defined crevice of his toned body.
"HarderÉ" Sam heard Ryan beg. "HarderÉ"
With that, the man tore into Ryan's boy cunt mercilessly, began pounding away with animal rage as Ryan took itÉ took all of it. Sam watched as Ryan's bouncing, limp feet curled and flexed with pleasure in the air. Ryan's moans, grunts and screams quickly filled the empty locker room along with sounds of spit and balls slapping against ass. With total submission to the man, whose fucking picked up in intensity, Ryan's pleading, pathetic squeals soon exploded into wild, unabashed screams of OH GOD's, HARDER's, DEEPER's and DON'T STOP'sÉ
[A few hours earlierÉ]
Ryan was wasted at his favorite sports bar. With his dirty baseball cap on backwards, the jock boy had on a wife beater (that showed off his beefy arms and full pecs), loose jeans and flip-flops - his casual, Southern white trash look he defaulted to once in a while when he's feeling low. Ryan had not cum in three days, ever since selling his body and boy hole for cash. He had tried to hook up with another regular fling that day (a girl), but yet again, he ran off angry and embarrassed, unable to stay hard.
Slumped over his fifth whiskey, he felt more and more eyes on him as he carelessly adjusted his semi-hard cock inside his old jock strap. Are those guys whispering about me? How about that preppy business guy with a wedding ring on the other side of the bar? Did he just wink at me?
The regulars at the bar, of course, have eagerly become fond of Ryan's presence that summer. After the first businessman lucked out in sucking off the blond Adonis two months prior in the bar's bathroom stall, words spread quickly of an easy, hot young thing who let's older guys suck him off after a few drinks. In fact, for first timers who visited the bar just to check out the sordid rumor, each and every one was surprised that this rumored hot young thing is in fact a hot, "straight" jock. Some even recognized Ryan from baseball matches last school season, and of course the bartenders noticed the increase of horny and/or closeted businessmen at the bar.
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On the other side of the bar, the 26-year-old Sam, who had just returned to town after working all year as an assistant football coach in a neighboring state, sat in the dark corner and watched an oblivious Ryan drink himself to a stupor. He hasn't seen Ryan since the fall of the previous year, a few months after Ryan became the star freshman baseball star and Coach Krueger personal sex toy. The 6'4" Sam, of course, has received texts and pictures from Coach Krueger weekly (sometimes even daily when the Coach was really horned up), updating him on anything and everything Ryan has done in his office. A sort of continued repayment for recruiting Ryan (and Ryan's ass). There were even a few short videos clips that drove Sam absolutely wild and hard.
One particular clip that drove Sam nuts time and time again is of Coach fucking Ryan missionary on the floor of the abandoned locker room. The sounds of Coach's heavy balls furiously slapping against Ryan's plump ass were coupled with Ryan's pathetic screams and moans. Instead of other videos recorded from Coach's secret camera set on the bookshelf on one end of his office, about 12 feet away from the fornicating Coach and jock, this particular clip was shot with a handheld camera and would zoom in on the Coach's large cock pummeling in and out of the jock boy's hole, pan up to capture Ryan's impressive eight-inch cock (hard, red and ready to pop at any second), scan up to capture Ryan twisting and flicking his own swollen nipples at the same time with both hands as his body bounced back to meet each and every one of Coach's fuck strokes, and finally focusing on Ryan's boyishly handsome face, flushed red and sweaty, lips parted and gasping for air, eyes shut tight. Ryan would lick his lips greedily; moans and screams would climb higher and higher in pitch, faster and louder, begging Coach Krueger to fuck him deeper and harder and faster. Finally, the rest of the video stayed cropped on Ryan's face. Sam could hear Coach's familiar, deep, and guttural grunt as he shot his load inside the jock bottom boy, seeing Ryan's face contort with surprise, desire and pleasure, screaming for more cock and more cum as he finally orgasms, a huge cum shot with three spurts shooting into the frame as they hit Ryan's own chin, cheek and forehead. Sam could even hear Ryan's other loads hit the cement floor Ð he was always impressed by the young jock's thick and sticky loads. Coach would then say to a spent and post-orgasmic Ryan, "Say hi to Sam!" Ryan, obediently, would wipe a bit of cum off his chin with his index finger and lick it clean, his blue eyes filled with lust and sex, flash his boyish and innocent (cum-covered) grin at the camera and whisper with his Southern drawl, "Hi Sam!", just before the video ends.
To Sam's pleasure tonight, his young protŽgŽ was growing up nicely into a real jock, with his body filling out nicely from his twink days into a natural, athletic body that's not too muscular but just beefy enough. Of course, there is still that assÉ perky, round, and firm. Even under distressed and loose jeans that fat white ass still manages to attract lurid glances and attention. Anyway, Sam had not been in the bar for more than an hour before he heard gossip about a certain jock boy who puts out after a few drinks. Much to his dismay, he saw the heads turn as Ryan came into the bar that night. He spied on with possessive jealousy and curiosity. He knew Coach would want a full report.
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"Hey kid Ð no worries, someone took care of your tab already," the bartender casually informed Ryan, who was ready to fall down. The bartender knew what was to happen next, but decided to let the boy be a boy. Plus, the jock was great for business.
"Aww, thanks to whoever!" Ryan grinned sloppily as he stumbled towards the bathroom, his loose jeans slipping lower with every drunken step and revealing his now infamous white jock strap and the top of the smooth, white ass that nearly everyone in that bar wanted a taste of.
Legs wide apart in front of the toilet, Ryan let out a huge stream of piss, let out a moan and felt the presence of someone entering behind him. The bathroom door clicked shut and the lock turned. Ryan knew this game well by now Ð he ignored it and continued to unload his piss, all the while feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up; his cock was hardening in his right hand. His heart pounded faster, and his stomach jumped as he felt breathing on the back of his neck. Though he knew this was coming, Ryan couldn't help but gasp like a boy when a stranger's right hand reached around him and took hold of his hardening, pissing cock, massaging the hard eight-incher slowly while Ryan's breathing intensified and struggled to let the last drops of piss out of his desperately red cock.
"(ughnnnÉ)" Ryan grunted deeply as he felt the calloused hand stroke his engorged and sensitive cock tighter, harder, and slower and longerÉ
Passively, Ryan leaned forward and held himself up with both hands against the wall above the toilet while he felt the man's left hand unfastening his belt and letting his loose jeans drop around his bare ankles. The bathroom instantly smelled of precum and sweat (not to mention piss). Ryan moaned deeply as he felt the man's lips gently kissing the back of his neck Ð the roughness of his right hand edging his jock cock and the heat emanating from the stranger left hand as he felt up every inch and crevice of Ryan's meaty thighs and ass.
"(ughnnnÉ ughnnn É )"
The man chuckled lightly to himself as he greedily felt up the half-naked blond jock boy half bent over in front of him. The rumors were true. The boy was easy, but more surprisingly, the boy was fucking gorgeous. More important than that, the boy's ass wasÉ absolutely beyond words. He felt Ryan gasp and grunt louder as he ran his left hand all over Ryan's blond thighs, giving the heavy, low hanging balls a few light tugs which elicited yelps from the buckling drunk boy. And when his hand found its way between the two delectable mounds of jock ass, feeling the hot, smooth and sweaty crack and teasing lightly the soft, quivering pink hole with just the tips of his fingers, the man felt the passive blond jock in front of him shake and buckle, emitting a deep cry and held-back grunts. The man's right palm was wet with Ryan's clear pre- cum; he leaned in and tasted the jock's sweet and salty sweat from his neck, then licked and devoured any bare skin he could get his tongue and mouth on while inching his middle finger into Ryan's twitching boy cunt.
"(UghhhhnnnnÉ wait!)" Ryan felt the intrusion, uncontrollably gasped and threw his head back, unconsciously arching his back and instinctively offering up his hole, his voice breaking and trembling. He wanted more than a finger inside him. The man milking him was driving him absolutely bonkers with lust. "(WaitÉ IÉ IÉ don't do thatÉ!)
"(That's not what I heardÉ)" The man grunted into Ryan's ear as he inserted his middle finger deeper inside Ryan, teasing the jock boy's prostate and taking delight in feeling the blond jock shivering and trembling with pleasure in front of him. The man felt Ryan's hot hole almost sucking on his finger, pulsating, devouring it, vacuuming it in deeper. The man's right palm was instantly covered with more streams of jock boy precum. Fuck, this boy is HOT and HUNGRY. The man wished he could take a picture of Ryan right then Ð arms spread against the cabinet, backwards baseball cap, a sweaty wife beater, jeans around his ankles, toes twitching in his flip-flops, and a useless jock strap framing two jiggling and sweaty ass cheeks Ð getting fingered and milked by a stranger.
"(WaitÉ ughnnnnÉ! WaitÉ!)" Ryan panted and grunted as he felt the man's long, teasing finger enter in and out of him with agonizing deliberation and calculation. Ryan was on his toes and sweating, on the verge of cumming any second. "(IÉ I don't knowÉ ughnÉ what you're talking aboutÉ ughnnnn!)"
Ryan cried out louder as he felt two fingers enter him and arched his back even deeper. He needed more than the two fingers. The man's right palm was now overflowing with clear jock precum.
"(Come on, boyÉ I've heard much different thingsÉ taste it ...)" The man grunted as he inserted three fingers into Ryan's begging hole. Fuck, the boy's hole is so hot and tight. The man held up his precum-covered palm to Ryan's lips and began finger- fucking the boy, faster and faster with all three fingers. The tiny bathroom was filled with smells of precum and ass, and the sounds of lubed up fingers invading a tight, hungry hole. "(Taste it!)"
Smelling himself on the man's hand, on the verge of spraying cum everywhere and rhythmically backing up onto the man's three fingers, Ryan complied obediently like a good Southern boy. Sticking his tongue out, Ryan licked a bit of his own precum from the man's palm like a golden retriever.
"(MoreÉ!)" Ryan licked the man's palm again, tasting his own sweet, salty clear juices.
"(MOREÉ SWALLOW LIKE A GOOD HUNGRY BOY!)" The man force-fed Ryan all of his precum, covering the panting jock boy's mouth with his hand and making the boy lap up every inch of his hand like his dog, muffling the jock's cries as he finger-fucked him harder and deeper with four fingers. He noticed Ryan's moans and grunts climb higher and higher in pitch with every finger. "(Fuck you're a beautiful fucking boy. But you know that, don't you? This ass is begging to get plowedÉ!)"
"(Wait! I can't! UGhnn!! UGHNN!!! WaitÉ!)" Ryan was on the verge of tears. He was backing his jock boy ass up onto four fingers like a bitch in heat. His red, hard cock flopped in the air like helicopter propellers, spraying traces of precum everywhere. "(IÉ ughnÉ just want to cumÉ ughnnn! Ughnnn!!! Okay?!? Ughnnn!! NothingÉ nothingÉ more! Just É ughnnn!! Get me off!)"
"(Oh? Nothing moreÉ?)" The man mocked as he pushed his last, remaining pinky into Ryan's hot, eager hole, as deep as he could go with all five fingers. Ryan's hole instinctively made room and swallowed all five fingers as the jock screamed into the man's precum and saliva-covered hand. Ryan was in tears, but it felt so good. The man picked up the pace. "(Pretty jock boy doesn't like this? Looks like his ass sure loves something inside it, don't it?)"
"(UGHNNN!!! UGHNN!!! UGHNN!!! FUCK UGHNNN!!!!)" Ryan was on his toes, furiously backing up onto the man's fingers, ready to explode any minute, pushing his body and ass back to meet the man's fingers. His wife beater soaked through with sweat, revealing the defined contour of his athletic jock torso and hard nipples.
"(How about daddy makes it worth your pretty-jock-boy's while? HmmmÉ?)" The man could tell Ryan was ready to blast his jock cum all over. He wasn't nearly done with him yet. "(Daddy heard a rumor that this little jock boy would give his fat little jock ass up for real for a bit in exchangeÉ Is that true?)"
"(Oh god! Oh god! UGHNN! UGHN!!" Fuck, am I getting fisted right now? Ryan's thoughts flew through his mind. "Oh god I just wanna cum! UGHNN! I'm gonna CUM!!! UGHNN! UGHNNÉ!!!! I'M GONNA CUM!"
"Nope. Not now, boy."
With that, the man backed off suddenly, and withdrew his five fingers, leaving Ryan panting and heaving against the wall. He thought if they'd gone any longer he'd for sure be fisting the hungry jock bottom, who was writhing and shivering in front of him. He leaned in and whispered a number and teased Ryan's hole with his middle finger. "If rumor's true, I want my money's worth, ok boy? I'll make you cum like you've never came before."
Ryan was covered in sweat, his body heaving and trembling from near orgasm. His toes flexed inside his flip-flops, chest heaving, and his now empty-again boy cunt quivered and desperate with desire. His voice broke again. "(Not hereÉ!)"
"Show me the way, boyÉ"
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It had been nearly an hour when Sam saw Ryan emerge from the bar's bathroom, sweaty and panting like he'd just run 10 laps. His baseball cap was drawn low, covering his eyes and flushed face, as he rushed out the bar. Not a minute later, an older businessman Ð handsome and fit; probably 40 or 45 Ð emerged from the bathroom as well, with a cocky grin. The other patrons in the bar knew right away. Straight jock boy put out again.
However, instead of staying in the bar to boast his conquest in detail (like many others have done so before him), the man Ð to all the horny businessmen in the bar's chagrin - followed Ryan out the door. Sam paid his tab and trailed after the duo.
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"Ride meÉ show daddy what you can do, slut boy!"
After destroying Ryan's ass missionary style for nearly 40 minutes, the man pulled up the sweaty, trembling jock boy from the locker room bench and laid down in his place, legs straddling each side of the bench. For the first time Sam could see the impressive cock on the man Ð must be a solid nine inches, standing straight up and wet with precum, saliva and Ryan's ass juices. What surprised Sam was how fat it looked, even from so far away. He took out his phone and began video recording.
"Get on and ride it, boy!" The man commanded, followed up with a loud slap across Ryan's bouncing, jiggly white ass.
"(YesÉ yes sirÉ)" With that, facing away from the man, Ryan spread his muscular legs, and straddled the hard cock. Sam could hear Ryan's sweaty, bare feet plop down on the cold cement floor. For the first time, Sam could see Ryan's toned, athletic jock body in all its glory. Coats of sweat and precum glistened in the dark room, showing off every nuanced curvature of Ryan's muscles, especially the heaving abs. The boy's blond hair was dark with sweat, his face flushed bright red, lips apart, panting deeply as he squat down on the man's thick cock. Ryan's squeezed shut his eyes and bit his lower lips with lustful concentration as he clenched his fists tightly in the air, feeling the pain of the cock intruding his tender and sore ass yet again, letting out a higher- pitched groans as his ass inhaled, inch by inch, the man's cock. Ryan's red, hard cock twitched in the hot, steamy air, glistening with precum leaking from the fat mushroom head. "UghnnnnÉ guhnnnnÉ oh godÉ!)"
"Deeper! Come on boy! Take it all!" The man wanted all of Ryan's ass on his cock, he wanted to feel the hotness, the silky smoothness and wetness of this jock boy's hungry hole again, to feel the hole gripping tight on his cock again, to feel Ryan's rapidly beating pulse through his wet boy cunt again. Ryan gasped as he lowered his blond body all the way down, impaling his shaking jock body on every inch of the man's cock. More streams of precum poured involuntarily out of his jock cock. Ryan's trembling body from the man's vantage point was spectacular. Every muscle on Ryan's back flexed with every breath and inch, new beads of sweat formed and poured down his back, trickling onto his round ass cheeks and pouring into his ass crack. The man couldn't take his hands off of Ryan's butt cheeks, squeezing, massaging the bulging glutes, feeling the smooth, sweaty muscles tense up with every inch of cock Ryan's boy cunt swallowed. The man couldn't help himself, and struck Ryan's jiggly butt again, and again, leaving red hand prints all over each cheek, eliciting yelps of surprise and pain from the jock boy. "That's it boy! Take it! Now bounce on it! Bounce!"
"(YesÉ ughnnÉ UGHNN!! Guhhnnn!!!! Owww!!! É yesÉ ughnnÉ yes sir!)"
With that, Ryan began fucking himself, slowly withdrawing and sitting back down on the man's cock. "(UGHNN! GHNN!! UGHNN!!)"
"Faster boy! Come on! Slut!" The man struck Ryan again. More screams. "Faster!"
"YesÉ ughnnn! Ughnn!! Sir!" Ryan began fucking himself on the man's cock, hard. The locker room was instantly filled with loud slapping noises as Ryan slammed his jiggly ass down on the man's cock, over and over again. "Uhgnn!! Like that, daddy?! Ughnn! Ughnn!! Ughnnnnn!!!"
"YES BOY! FUCK YOU'RE FUCKING HOT KID! THAT'S IT! FUCK YOURSELF LIKE A LITTLE WHORE! FUCK YOURSELF!!" The man was in heaven. His hungry hands ran over every inch of jock muscle he could reach, feeling the kid absolutely wrecking his own hole over his cock, striking the now red ass every now and again for encouragement.
Ryan threw his head back as he fucked himself. His long toes clamped down on the now hot and sweaty cement floor as he felt every inch of the man's rock hard cock invading his ass. Sam captured every inch of Ryan's body on his phone, from head to toe, as Ryan fucked himself. At a boy, Sam thought to himself. What a fuckin' slut we've created.
"UGHN! SIRÉ I'MÉ I'MÉ UGHNNÉ SOÉ UGHNN FUCKING CLOSE! UGHNN!" Ryan was beside himself as he teased both of his red and swollen nipples with his fingertips simultaneously. "UGHNN SIR IÉ IÉ UGHNÉ UGHNÉ!"
"HOLD IT BOY! HOLD IT!" The man commanded as he took back control, gripping onto Ryan's trim waist and began fucking the screaming jock. "HOLD IT BOY! HOLD IT!!"
"I CAN'T! UGHNN! I CAN'T! I'MÉ OH GOD! FUCK ME! UGHNN! I CAN'TÉ UGHNNÉ HOLD IT! GOD!" Ryan felt a heat wave emitting from deep within his ass, feeling all the heat swell up in his balls as he pinched his own nipples as he stood in a low squat position, allowing the man to fuck the shit out of his now loose and red boy cunt. Faster and deeper, knocking Ryan up on his toes with every angry and heavy thrust. Tears escaped Ryan's eyes as he pinched his own nipples harder and harder, twisting them as he completely gave his ass up to the man. "I CAN'T! UGHNNN!! I'MÉ GONNAÉ UGHNNÉ UGHNN OH GOD OH GOD UGHNN FUCK ME UGHNN!! FUCK UGHNN I'MÉ I'MÉ!!!!!!!!"
Ryan felt his ass clamp down and slammed his buckling body down on the man's cock one last, desperate time, shoving all and more of the man's cock deep inside himself. Ropes of thick white cum spewed out from his cock as Ryan fell back on the man, who eagerly wrapped his arms around the cumming jock neck, choking him and continued fucking more jock cum out of him.
"OH GOD UGHNNN UGHNN UGHNN!!!! FUCK! PLEASE! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD UGHHNN UGHNN UGHNN DON'TÉ STOPÉ FUCK ME!!!!" Ryan was writhing on top of the man, feeling his ropes of cum land on his own body, as his toes, feet and legs spread wide in the air again, feeling the man's tongue on his ears, neck, shoulders, feeling the man's hands spreading his jock cum all over his trembling, beefy torso, feeling the man's cock pushing at his swollen prostate, expertly triggering and prolonging the jock boy's orgasm. Ryan's toes and fingertips were numb Ð he could only hear the sounds of his own pathetic whimpers and cries alongside the greasy and sloppy sounds of cock entering and withdrawing from a loose, wet ass hole; he could only feel the man's deep grunts and greedy, cum- covered hands all over his body, the man's eager tongue on his skin, and suddenly, a gush of hot, seemingly endless stream of cum filling his begging, broken jock hole.
...
Ryan must have passed out. When he came too, he was alone on the dirty cement floor next to the bench. It was nearly morning Ð the gym would be filled with guys with morning workouts soon. He saw a stack of cash on the bench and slowly got up on his knees, feeling weak and shaky as a stream of hot cum trickled down his thick thighs. Ryan reached back and felt his hole, tender, aching and loose. He couldn't help himself and inserted a finger, feeling all the hot cum inside himself gush out, landing on the back of his legs and feet. Sam was surprised Ð really surprised Ð when he saw Ryan lick his finger clean, arched his back and went back for more cum. Sam was surprised Ð really surprised Ð when Ryan grinned with pleasure, despite the tiredness in his eyes Ð as he scooped and ate cum out of his own ass. What a dirty little whore, Sam thought, as he continued recording. Sam was surprised Ð really surprised Ð when Ryan suddenly turned towards him and flashed that adorable, boyish smile, such an innocent contrast to the nakedness of his kneeling, sweaty body. Ryan's voice trembled and broke slightlyÉ his eyes at once excited and terrifiedÉ "Did you like the show, Sam?"