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Jason couldn't believe what he was seeing in his phone, the obscene lewd photos and videos that Trey was sending him while he was having a dinner date with his girlfriend Nicole. He also couldn't believe how hard he was at the table, having to excuse himself to quickly stroke one out, cumming within record time as he blasted six thick creamy loads straight into the toilet bowl. He was breathing hard and smelled like musk, his balls tingling as his dick oozed jizz but still throbbed like it was ready for round two, three, and four.  What the fuck?!?   Jason had never experienced so fucking amazing like that before and all of that from the mere sight of his little baby bro's jiggling mocha brown cakes. He had to confront Trey when he saw him next, a slight bit of shame washing over him when he quickly saved every gif, pic, and video that Trey sent him that night. Before he decided to return to the table, he knew that the only way to get rid of the enormous 10-inch boner he ha...

  Ever since Trey had barged his way into Sean Sharpe's life with his big dick and ass, things had drastically, irreversibly changed for the womanizing, assertive hunky football player. Now instead of going out and charming his way into a girl's panties, dumping a big fat hot load into her pussy or all over his face, before she scratched and screeched for more; Sean was the one getting a load fired onto his chiseled, handsome face--and he loved it!  Of course, like what Trey usually does, Sean was addicted to the little nerd's 10 inches and all of the loads he produced in his low-hanging bull balls, but it wasn't ideal to drive all the way into the suburbs to get his fix. Instead, Sean decided to start a totally anonymous service that benefitted both himself and all of the horny men, who wanted to get sucked off by a submissive stud. And business was booming. On average, Sean saw 10 men every week and eventually had to stop seeing men on the weekend, because well it was...

Trey really didn't want to shake and twerk his butt, but he knew that it was the only way that his bullies would leave him alone, so he kept making his elephantine cheeks jiggle.  Maybe I should oil them up too? Trey thought, stopping the recording and running into his dad's room, crouching onto the floor and pulling out the black shoe box that hid a number of pleasure items.  Opening it, he pulled out a bottle of Dr. Dee Perdadi's Booty Oil and ran back into his room. He squeezed a large amount into his hand, then poured some more onto his bare ass cheeks, squirming when the cool liquid slid in between his two bouncy mounds of Jell-O and over his tight puck.  Trey knew that he was hard as a rock and never twisted around in view of the camera. If he missed at least a second of footage during the editing process and his bullies noticed that he was getting off on humiliating himself like that, he would never forgive himself. Once his cheeks looked shiny enough, glistening ...