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Brad grunted as one of his father's political colleagues roughly grabbed his muscle tits and gave the fake nipple piercing a hard twist. If the cage wasn't suppressing his current erection and his father wasn't giving him a look that meant: "Don't make a sound boy, I need his support."; he would've grabbed the older man by his neck and forced him down his hard 9 inches, until he choked on it.  Every time he came home for the weekend or holiday breaks, he already knew the routine of stripping out of his clothes as his father, Hank, carefully locked his cock up with the brand-new (totally off the books), government-issue power dampening cage. Hank wasn't completely on board with his son being a vigilante, but he couldn't in good conscious release the hordes of government agents on his only child, so for now he would safeguard Brad's secret.  "Son!" Brad looked up and saw that his father was motioning him over, so he expertly excused him...

This is a non-canon short story, so please enjoy. 

"Don't turn around, don't turn around..." Mr. Rhoades mumbled to himself. He was panicking after noticing that all of his angry grinding had gotten his dick stuck in the pool jet, and now he was on the verge of cumming. He was currently trying to keep a straight face, while Mason and his friend from school--Darius--were talking and messing around. The panicked DILF was getting annoyed at both Marcus and Darius, annoyed at Darius for touching his son's chest and showering him with compliments and annoyed at Mason for letting it all happen, and also for being dressed in a pair of what looked like booty shorts and nothing else. He hated how hard he got, furiously readjusting his cock and getting the idea to hop into the pool, so he could cool off but all of that backfired, when the two moved over to the beach chairs right in front of him. It's like they wanted him to watch, while they not-so innocently flirted. Fuck I'm so close! Mr. Rhoades thought, unable t...

Mason’s new outfit when going to the movies with Sam…this was a new trend, wearing your pants down your jockstrap like that, created by Jock Hole, and it was getting more and more famous with young guys, and Sam insisted Mason had the ass to pull it off. Mason felt a little nervous with all the eyes on his ass, but he had a good time at the movies. Too bad he couldn’t even remember what the film was about, cause 5 min in Sam already was fingering his juicy wet hole, and not long after Mason was seating on his lap cock warming his best bud’s big, thick cock, while not trying to make a sound so people wouldn’t see what they were doing. By this point he was already cock numb, so all Mason could do was bounce and ride his best bud’s perfect dick throughout the whole film, with Sam hitting his prostate perfectly and whispering dirty talk in his ear. By the time the credits rolled in, Sam filled him with thick cum, so Mason had to leave the movies with his bud’s cream dripping from his very ...

Scott was utterly exhausted, just spent of any energy whatsoever, using up the last bit of physical effort to strip out of his sweat soaked through workout tanktop and shorts, before flopping face down on his comfy bed. Thank god that the A/C kicked on, because it provided for Scott the nicest, most comfortable environment to drift off to a deep sound sleep.  At some point in this state, Scott tossed and turned, flipping over onto his back and unknowingly half of his cock slipped out of his jockstrap. Scott was having the most vivid sex dream in three months, he hadn't been getting tail of any kind, nor was he able to jerk off and relieve some of the pressure and cum building up in his aching ballsack. In the dream, his Ancient History professor Mr. Wernik was wearing these extremely tight, basically transparent white pants, that when he bent over, revealed something black and circular slightly sticking out from in between his massive ass cheeks.  Scott's arousal flared and he...

  “How does it look bro?” Mason asked Tyler, trying to lean over to see what his asshole looked like. He had to practically peel his skimpy Academy uniform off with help from his big bro, the intense amount of sweat coming from his ass was making him so uncomfortable. His legs were over his head and his cheeks were spread, half of his voluptuous butt was hanging off of the edge of the bed.  Tyler was intently staring at Mason’s asshole, making a face or two every minute and then circling a finger around the tight, but definitely puffy pink rim. “Hmmm…” “Is that a bad ‘hmmm’ or a good ‘hmmm’?” Mason asked again, a tinge of anxiety rising up.  Tyler glanced up at Mason, his eyes blank and said, “It’s a bad ‘hmmm’, but I can help you out lil bro.” Tyler smirked, continuing to circle his finger around the puffy edges of Mason’s luring boipussy.  With swiftness, Tyler pushed his finger into Mason’s ass which instantly devoured it up to his second knuckle, drawing a deep b...

Photo:  TheManzana77 Mr. Rhoades tried not to get involved in his sons' business, especially Mason's, but he couldn't resist taking a look inside the package that the courier dropped off earlier that day. And it was from Sam, Mason's best friend who was widely more mature, than his young boy but was the only one out of his friends that he allowed to spend time with, within the house.  Instead the onyx black box was a piece of black, lace undergarments, a pair of underwear that the elder Rhoades was unfamiliar with, but had a itching to try on although he hurried with it, not wanting to be found by his son wearing what looked like panties over his huge hairless bum. It slipped on nicely, despite being a few sizes too small for his expansive, but impressive posterior that he had had trouble in the past with other kinds of pants and underwear. At his ass size currently, he could either wear nothing at all or a thong, maybe a jockstrap if he was feeling ballsy.  He liked th...

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