Chapter 1
Brad reached the end of the pool and pushed himself up and out of the water. He made good time on his last set of laps. Nothing groundbreaking, but definitely among his better runs. He wanted to go for another round of laps to try and get quicker times, but he caught a glimpse of the clock by the bleachers and saw it was almost 5:00pm.
Brad walked past his teammates and friends and head to the locker room where he washed himself off very quickly in the showers, got dressed and head out. He was already running behind schedule by a bit.
"I just got finished with swim practice. I'm headed over now. Might be 10-15 minutes late. Sorry," Brad texted the person he was meeting.
He got an immediate reply of "No worries. I will wait for you. Take your time."
There was no traffic today so it only took Brad 30 minutes to reach his destination, a seedy Motel in the sketchy side of town, despite it being rather far from his college campus. He got out of his car, found the room number he was told and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
The door opened and Brad was greeted by Samuel, the man he met the prior night on a hookup app.
"Oh wow, you're actually real! Hahaha. You look spectacular! Come on in. I'm Samuel by the way, Sam, nice to meet you," the man said as he let Brad into the room, extending his arm out for a handshake.
Brad had never been greeted with a handshake by a hook up so he found this pretty peculiar, but shook Sam's hand nonetheless.
"In the flesh haha. Nice to meet you too," he answered.
"So...uhm...can I get you anything? I doubt this place has room service, but we could probably have something delivered from somewhere nearby if you'd like," asked Sam.
"No, I'm good. Why don't you get comfortable and wait for me on the bed? I just have to take a proper shower. I lost track of time during swim practice and rushed out of there without getting to properly wash up. Do you mind," said Brad.
"Absolutely not. Go right ahead. I'll just be here," Sam answered with a smile.
Brad didn't waste any time and hopped in the shower, making sure to get himself nice and clean, especially his bottom.
Brad couldn’t help taking in his reflection in the mirror as he dried himself off. He was on his university’s swim team, in fact he was captain, and so he followed a very rigorous training regimen. He was also a very avid gym goer, a certified gym bro. Because of these, his body was sculpted to perfection.
Brad wasn't excessively buff as it wasn't good for swimming. Instead, he had a perfectly toned and lean body with just the right amount of muscle mass. His pecs were developed excellently, nice and juicy while still remaining muscular. He sported a rock hard 6-pack of abs which trailed down to a nicely cut V-line. He also had muscular thighs that were like a pedestal for the most amazing, firm, bubble butt. Not to mention, his arms were big and swollen.
If his body didn't do you in, his face was the coup de grace. It was somewhere between boyish and manly, with all the pros of both, and none of the cons. He had short, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes with a slight hint of green. If you’d come across him, you would probably say that he’s the most good-looking man you'd ever seen.
He had the perfect face, the body of a Greek god, was the captain of his university's swim team and one of the most popular guys on campus. On paper, his life looked perfect and squeaky clean, but it was nothing of the sort. Actually, Brad harbored a dark, shameful secret. It wasn't that he was gay. No, that alone wouldn't have been that big a deal. He could come out of the closet and remain relatively unscathed. His shame came not from the fact that men fucked him, but rather from the type of men he let do it.
Brad stepped out of the bathroom and found Sam waiting on the bed naked, just as he asked the man to. He looked at Sam, and there he saw the source of his shame.
While Brad was the epitome of male beauty, Sam would be deemed by our harsh society as disgusting. He was an old, obese man with an ugly face, the exact opposite of Brad. Brad was in the springtime of his youth at twenty years old, but Sam's time was waning at seventy-five.
Where Brad had perfectly formed pecs, Sam had big, sagging manboobs. In contrast to Brad's taut torso, Sam carried a massive, flabby gut. And unlike Brad's skin which was tight and supple, Sam's was wrinkly, loose and rubbery. His thighs and legs were huge as well, like two fat tree trunks.
Their faces were also vastly different. Brad's face encompassed the beauty of an angel and charm of the devil. It was a face that ancient kings would go to war for. Sam on the other hand, plainly put, was butt-ugly. His cheeks were bloated and he had a triple chin. His nose was fat and crooked, while his teeth were a light shade of yellow with some evident coffee stains. The hair on his head was purely gray and extremely thin. Each strand left on there was fighting for its life.
The sight of Sam in all his naked glory made Brad feel a wave of shame and disgust come over him. This should have sent him sprinting out the door, but instead, blood rushed to his dick and he had huge hardon. In this moment, despite his perfect looks and perfect life, there was nothing more he wanted than to be used by the grotesque man before him.
This was Brad's dark secret. He was addicted to the arousal and sexual satisfaction he got through the shame and disgust brought about from being used by men he deemed to be revolting. He liked them old, he liked them fat, and he liked them ugly. The more of those boxes they ticked, the more disgusted with himself Brad felt, and the hornier he got. And Sam was as gross as it gets
What happened next was the same as what happened every other time Brad was in this situation, he became a man possessed. It was like something just took over him. All rational thinking and dignity flew out the window, and lust was in total control.
Brad joined Sam on the bed and crawled on top of him, the fat old man physically shaking in anticipation and disbelief. He brought his face down to Sam's, barely an inch separating them. He could feel his breath, so quick and shaky that he thought Sam might pass out.
Brad's lips were so close to his own now that Sam could practically taste them. But he couldn't make a move and it was as if he was paralyzed.
"Wait," Sam said, and Brad backed up a bit.
"What's wrong," the boy asked.
"I'm really sorry Brad, but I have to ask, are you an escort?”
"Huh?" Brad shot back at him.
"I don't mean that as an insult. I have nothing against sex workers, truly. And if you are one, that is fine, but you have to tell me. Not because I wouldn't want to do this anymore. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on, Brad, and I am still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that you're real and you're here. But given that, and given how I look, I know I would not be able to afford you," Sam explained in in a morose tone.
He thought that this was too good to be true, and was sure that there was going to be a catch. Brad was definitely an escort, he had to be, otherwise there would be no way he’d agree to meeting up.
Brad looked down at Sam, his face showing a mix of confusion and amusement at what he had just been asked. He was silent for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity for the old man. When Sam felt like he couldn't take the suspense anymore, a smug smile formed on the boy's face. He brought his face down to Sam's once more and whispered "I want you."
Before Sam could say anything, Brad's mouth attacked his own. The boy's tongue pressed against his lips, parted them open, then made its way inside his mouth, exploring every inch of it. As their tongues danced, Brad's hands were caressing and squeezing all over Sam's body.
Sam didn't believe when Brad said that he wanted him, but this kiss wiped away all his doubts and fears. He had never experienced passion like this in his life, there was no way to fake this. Brad was kissing him as if the act was giving him life. Brad moaned into his mouth, and his tongue, never wavering, was like an entity of its own with the way it moved around.
He loved how this boy was so hungry for his kisses, for his mouth. He savored every moment and held the boy tight, never wanting to let go. Then he felt a wetness on his belly. He realized that it must be Brad's precum. Knowing that just kissing him got the boy so horny that he was leaking precum sent electricity all over his body and his lust began take over.
Sam pushed the boy off him and on to his back, then got on top of him, pressing his weight on the Brad, before going in for a kiss. This time, he took the lead and began devouring the hot stud's mouth. He thought of doing this forever, until the boy suddenly grabbed his face and pulled it away, breaking the kiss.
Sam's heart skipped a beat. He thought he did something wrong and it was over, but he looked down at Brad and the stud was looking at him lustfully, with his tongue sticking out.
Sam had an idea what Brad wanted. "Are you sure, son?"
Brad's eyes widened and he began nodding, his tongue almost wagging like an excited puppy. He was too fucking hot to resist, not that Sam wanted to. With this, he spat on Brad's mouth. Most of the spit landed on the boy's lips, and his tongue wasted no time, licking all of it off and taking into his mouth.
"More, Daddy," said Brad.
Sam obliged, giving the boy another mouthful.
"Fuck yes. More!"
"God damn, what a slut," Sam thought to himself. In disbelief that this young stud was begging for his spit.
Not wanting to disappoint, Sam gathered every bit of saliva he had and spat it directly onto Brad's outstretched tongue. The boy moaned and played with the spit in his mouth, then swallowed. He then grabbed Sam's face and pulled him back in for another long, hot kiss.
As much as Brad loved the feeling of a fat man's weight pressing down on him, his body was beginning to go numb, so he nudged Sam, signaling him to get off. Sam got the hint and moved onto his side.
"Fuck daddy, that was so hot," Brad said with a smile. "Can you sit on the side of the bed?"
As Sam did what was asked, Brad got off the bed and repositioned himself to be beside the old man. He gave Sam one deep, wet kiss, then crouched in front of him. He couldn't help but marvel at Sam's fat, juicy manboobs covered in grey hair. He exhaled his warm breath on to his nipple, causing it to perk up. Then he began working on it. His tongue swirled all around Sam's nipple, his saliva causing the grey hair covering the area to get soaked and damp. He continued to lick, and even began to nibble on them, making Sam moan in pleasure.
Licking and nibbling wasn't enough for Brad. He was so horny, he needed more. He squeezed Sam's tit, causing it to bulge out, and began suckling on it. The unexpected-ness and pleasure of this caused Sam to moan out loud. This only fueled Brad's lust. He began suckling even harder and sloppier, the sounds of his efforts echoing in the room.
That he was so hot and yet willingly crouched beside this fat old man, suckling on his hairy manboobs made him feel so disgusted with himself. He felt like a worthless piece of shit. This of course, made him feel even more turned on, and he ravaged the titty in his mouth.
Sam looked down at the young stud suckling on his tit. Brad was so into it that it seemed as if he was trying to get milk out of him. Seeing such a hot boy doing this to him was almost overwhelming. His nipples have always been sensitive so even on the few occasions he managed to get sex, he'd never delved into nipple play. Now that Brad was worshipping his tits, he can't believe he missed out on this amazing sensation his whole life.
Brad stopped suckling and looked up at him. He had the biggest smile, and some saliva dripping out of his mouth from that sloppy suckling that just took place. Sam thought the boy was done, but to his surprise, he moved to his other tit and began suckling on that as well. Sam ran his hand through Brad's hair, encouraging him, all while moaning in pleasure.
After a few minutes nursing on his other titty, Brad got off, and Sam figured this time he was done, and he was correct. The stud kissed down his chest until he landed smack in the middle of his big belly, which he began licking all over. Sam couldn't even begin to understand why Brad enjoyed doing this, and to someone that looked like him of all people, but he wasn't about to question him now. He just sat back and enjoyed as the boy lapped up at his belly.
When Brad felt like he'd gotten his fill of Sam's belly, he began descending towards the real prize, his dick, which was now fully erect. It was around 8 inches, thick, and leaking precum. He licked the sticky juices off the tip, and began swirling his tongue around the head, giving Sam a bit of a jolt from the sensation. He looked up at Sam and held the eye contact as his tongue continued to give the head attention.
Brad kept this up until Sam put his hands on his head, the signal for him to get to work. With that, Brad, in one slow motion, took the fat man's cock into his mouth and down his throat, causing him to scream "FUCK!"
Once Brad reached the base of Sam’s cock, he pulled back up to the head, then went back down to the base. He repeated this over and over, all while swirling his tongue on the shaft with every motion.
Sam was without a doubt having the time of his life. He couldn’t help but moan from the blowjob Brad was giving, which was without a doubt the best one he had ever gotten. He looked down at Brad as he worked his cock with his mouth. The sight of the young stud on his knees and sucking him made him shiver. This experience was just mind blowing. He didn't know if he would have another chance at this, so he wasn't going to waste this opportunity.
Sam then gripped Brad's head with both hands and started pressing his face down into his crotch as he thrust his hips forward and back, getting his dick deeper and deeper into his throat with every movement.
Brad's face was getting fully smushed into Sam's fat pad (the fatty area in the crotch surrounding the dick) while Sam's belly continuously slapped against his forehead, and he was loving every second of it. He was so into it that despite not stroking his dick, pre-cum was flowing out of him like crazy onto the floor.
As much as he loved this, Brad's neck was starting to really hurt from the very awkward position he had taken up in sucking Sam while on his knees, mainly due to the huge gut getting in the way, especially since Sam was seated.
Brad backed off and told Sam, "Let's get you on the bed, Daddy."
Sam wasted no time and lied down on the bed. Brad got on his belly below Sam and spread the older man's legs, giving him better access to his dick. Without skipping a beat, Brad was back to slurping on Sam's member, swirling his tongue on the head, then sliding it up and down the shaft, before going back to sucking.
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Brad reached the end of the pool and pushed himself up and out of the water. He made good time on his last set of laps. Nothing groundbreaking, but definitely among his better runs. He wanted to go for another round of laps to try and get quicker times, but he caught a glimpse of the clock by the bleachers and saw it was almost 5:00pm.
Brad walked past his teammates and friends and head to the locker room where he washed himself off very quickly in the showers, got dressed and head out. He was already running behind schedule by a bit.
"I just got finished with swim practice. I'm headed over now. Might be 10-15 minutes late. Sorry," Brad texted the person he was meeting.
He got an immediate reply of "No worries. I will wait for you. Take your time."
There was no traffic today so it only took Brad 30 minutes to reach his destination, a seedy Motel in the sketchy side of town, despite it being rather far from his college campus. He got out of his car, found the room number he was told and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
The door opened and Brad was greeted by Samuel, the man he met the prior night on a hookup app.
"Oh wow, you're actually real! Hahaha. You look spectacular! Come on in. I'm Samuel by the way, Sam, nice to meet you," the man said as he let Brad into the room, extending his arm out for a handshake.
Brad had never been greeted with a handshake by a hook up so he found this pretty peculiar, but shook Sam's hand nonetheless.
"In the flesh haha. Nice to meet you too," he answered.
"So...uhm...can I get you anything? I doubt this place has room service, but we could probably have something delivered from somewhere nearby if you'd like," asked Sam.
"No, I'm good. Why don't you get comfortable and wait for me on the bed? I just have to take a proper shower. I lost track of time during swim practice and rushed out of there without getting to properly wash up. Do you mind," said Brad.
"Absolutely not. Go right ahead. I'll just be here," Sam answered with a smile.
Brad didn't waste any time and hopped in the shower, making sure to get himself nice and clean, especially his bottom.
Brad couldn’t help taking in his reflection in the mirror as he dried himself off. He was on his university’s swim team, in fact he was captain, and so he followed a very rigorous training regimen. He was also a very avid gym goer, a certified gym bro. Because of these, his body was sculpted to perfection.
Brad wasn't excessively buff as it wasn't good for swimming. Instead, he had a perfectly toned and lean body with just the right amount of muscle mass. His pecs were developed excellently, nice and juicy while still remaining muscular. He sported a rock hard 6-pack of abs which trailed down to a nicely cut V-line. He also had muscular thighs that were like a pedestal for the most amazing, firm, bubble butt. Not to mention, his arms were big and swollen.
If his body didn't do you in, his face was the coup de grace. It was somewhere between boyish and manly, with all the pros of both, and none of the cons. He had short, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes with a slight hint of green. If you’d come across him, you would probably say that he’s the most good-looking man you'd ever seen.
He had the perfect face, the body of a Greek god, was the captain of his university's swim team and one of the most popular guys on campus. On paper, his life looked perfect and squeaky clean, but it was nothing of the sort. Actually, Brad harbored a dark, shameful secret. It wasn't that he was gay. No, that alone wouldn't have been that big a deal. He could come out of the closet and remain relatively unscathed. His shame came not from the fact that men fucked him, but rather from the type of men he let do it.
Brad stepped out of the bathroom and found Sam waiting on the bed naked, just as he asked the man to. He looked at Sam, and there he saw the source of his shame.
While Brad was the epitome of male beauty, Sam would be deemed by our harsh society as disgusting. He was an old, obese man with an ugly face, the exact opposite of Brad. Brad was in the springtime of his youth at twenty years old, but Sam's time was waning at seventy-five.
Where Brad had perfectly formed pecs, Sam had big, sagging manboobs. In contrast to Brad's taut torso, Sam carried a massive, flabby gut. And unlike Brad's skin which was tight and supple, Sam's was wrinkly, loose and rubbery. His thighs and legs were huge as well, like two fat tree trunks.
Their faces were also vastly different. Brad's face encompassed the beauty of an angel and charm of the devil. It was a face that ancient kings would go to war for. Sam on the other hand, plainly put, was butt-ugly. His cheeks were bloated and he had a triple chin. His nose was fat and crooked, while his teeth were a light shade of yellow with some evident coffee stains. The hair on his head was purely gray and extremely thin. Each strand left on there was fighting for its life.
The sight of Sam in all his naked glory made Brad feel a wave of shame and disgust come over him. This should have sent him sprinting out the door, but instead, blood rushed to his dick and he had huge hardon. In this moment, despite his perfect looks and perfect life, there was nothing more he wanted than to be used by the grotesque man before him.
This was Brad's dark secret. He was addicted to the arousal and sexual satisfaction he got through the shame and disgust brought about from being used by men he deemed to be revolting. He liked them old, he liked them fat, and he liked them ugly. The more of those boxes they ticked, the more disgusted with himself Brad felt, and the hornier he got. And Sam was as gross as it gets
What happened next was the same as what happened every other time Brad was in this situation, he became a man possessed. It was like something just took over him. All rational thinking and dignity flew out the window, and lust was in total control.
Brad joined Sam on the bed and crawled on top of him, the fat old man physically shaking in anticipation and disbelief. He brought his face down to Sam's, barely an inch separating them. He could feel his breath, so quick and shaky that he thought Sam might pass out.
Brad's lips were so close to his own now that Sam could practically taste them. But he couldn't make a move and it was as if he was paralyzed.
"Wait," Sam said, and Brad backed up a bit.
"What's wrong," the boy asked.
"I'm really sorry Brad, but I have to ask, are you an escort?”
"Huh?" Brad shot back at him.
"I don't mean that as an insult. I have nothing against sex workers, truly. And if you are one, that is fine, but you have to tell me. Not because I wouldn't want to do this anymore. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on, Brad, and I am still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that you're real and you're here. But given that, and given how I look, I know I would not be able to afford you," Sam explained in in a morose tone.
He thought that this was too good to be true, and was sure that there was going to be a catch. Brad was definitely an escort, he had to be, otherwise there would be no way he’d agree to meeting up.
Brad looked down at Sam, his face showing a mix of confusion and amusement at what he had just been asked. He was silent for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity for the old man. When Sam felt like he couldn't take the suspense anymore, a smug smile formed on the boy's face. He brought his face down to Sam's once more and whispered "I want you."
Before Sam could say anything, Brad's mouth attacked his own. The boy's tongue pressed against his lips, parted them open, then made its way inside his mouth, exploring every inch of it. As their tongues danced, Brad's hands were caressing and squeezing all over Sam's body.
Sam didn't believe when Brad said that he wanted him, but this kiss wiped away all his doubts and fears. He had never experienced passion like this in his life, there was no way to fake this. Brad was kissing him as if the act was giving him life. Brad moaned into his mouth, and his tongue, never wavering, was like an entity of its own with the way it moved around.
He loved how this boy was so hungry for his kisses, for his mouth. He savored every moment and held the boy tight, never wanting to let go. Then he felt a wetness on his belly. He realized that it must be Brad's precum. Knowing that just kissing him got the boy so horny that he was leaking precum sent electricity all over his body and his lust began take over.
Sam pushed the boy off him and on to his back, then got on top of him, pressing his weight on the Brad, before going in for a kiss. This time, he took the lead and began devouring the hot stud's mouth. He thought of doing this forever, until the boy suddenly grabbed his face and pulled it away, breaking the kiss.
Sam's heart skipped a beat. He thought he did something wrong and it was over, but he looked down at Brad and the stud was looking at him lustfully, with his tongue sticking out.
Sam had an idea what Brad wanted. "Are you sure, son?"
Brad's eyes widened and he began nodding, his tongue almost wagging like an excited puppy. He was too fucking hot to resist, not that Sam wanted to. With this, he spat on Brad's mouth. Most of the spit landed on the boy's lips, and his tongue wasted no time, licking all of it off and taking into his mouth.
"More, Daddy," said Brad.
Sam obliged, giving the boy another mouthful.
"Fuck yes. More!"
"God damn, what a slut," Sam thought to himself. In disbelief that this young stud was begging for his spit.
Not wanting to disappoint, Sam gathered every bit of saliva he had and spat it directly onto Brad's outstretched tongue. The boy moaned and played with the spit in his mouth, then swallowed. He then grabbed Sam's face and pulled him back in for another long, hot kiss.
As much as Brad loved the feeling of a fat man's weight pressing down on him, his body was beginning to go numb, so he nudged Sam, signaling him to get off. Sam got the hint and moved onto his side.
"Fuck daddy, that was so hot," Brad said with a smile. "Can you sit on the side of the bed?"
As Sam did what was asked, Brad got off the bed and repositioned himself to be beside the old man. He gave Sam one deep, wet kiss, then crouched in front of him. He couldn't help but marvel at Sam's fat, juicy manboobs covered in grey hair. He exhaled his warm breath on to his nipple, causing it to perk up. Then he began working on it. His tongue swirled all around Sam's nipple, his saliva causing the grey hair covering the area to get soaked and damp. He continued to lick, and even began to nibble on them, making Sam moan in pleasure.
Licking and nibbling wasn't enough for Brad. He was so horny, he needed more. He squeezed Sam's tit, causing it to bulge out, and began suckling on it. The unexpected-ness and pleasure of this caused Sam to moan out loud. This only fueled Brad's lust. He began suckling even harder and sloppier, the sounds of his efforts echoing in the room.
That he was so hot and yet willingly crouched beside this fat old man, suckling on his hairy manboobs made him feel so disgusted with himself. He felt like a worthless piece of shit. This of course, made him feel even more turned on, and he ravaged the titty in his mouth.
Sam looked down at the young stud suckling on his tit. Brad was so into it that it seemed as if he was trying to get milk out of him. Seeing such a hot boy doing this to him was almost overwhelming. His nipples have always been sensitive so even on the few occasions he managed to get sex, he'd never delved into nipple play. Now that Brad was worshipping his tits, he can't believe he missed out on this amazing sensation his whole life.
Brad stopped suckling and looked up at him. He had the biggest smile, and some saliva dripping out of his mouth from that sloppy suckling that just took place. Sam thought the boy was done, but to his surprise, he moved to his other tit and began suckling on that as well. Sam ran his hand through Brad's hair, encouraging him, all while moaning in pleasure.
After a few minutes nursing on his other titty, Brad got off, and Sam figured this time he was done, and he was correct. The stud kissed down his chest until he landed smack in the middle of his big belly, which he began licking all over. Sam couldn't even begin to understand why Brad enjoyed doing this, and to someone that looked like him of all people, but he wasn't about to question him now. He just sat back and enjoyed as the boy lapped up at his belly.
When Brad felt like he'd gotten his fill of Sam's belly, he began descending towards the real prize, his dick, which was now fully erect. It was around 8 inches, thick, and leaking precum. He licked the sticky juices off the tip, and began swirling his tongue around the head, giving Sam a bit of a jolt from the sensation. He looked up at Sam and held the eye contact as his tongue continued to give the head attention.
Brad kept this up until Sam put his hands on his head, the signal for him to get to work. With that, Brad, in one slow motion, took the fat man's cock into his mouth and down his throat, causing him to scream "FUCK!"
Once Brad reached the base of Sam’s cock, he pulled back up to the head, then went back down to the base. He repeated this over and over, all while swirling his tongue on the shaft with every motion.
Sam was without a doubt having the time of his life. He couldn’t help but moan from the blowjob Brad was giving, which was without a doubt the best one he had ever gotten. He looked down at Brad as he worked his cock with his mouth. The sight of the young stud on his knees and sucking him made him shiver. This experience was just mind blowing. He didn't know if he would have another chance at this, so he wasn't going to waste this opportunity.
Sam then gripped Brad's head with both hands and started pressing his face down into his crotch as he thrust his hips forward and back, getting his dick deeper and deeper into his throat with every movement.
Brad's face was getting fully smushed into Sam's fat pad (the fatty area in the crotch surrounding the dick) while Sam's belly continuously slapped against his forehead, and he was loving every second of it. He was so into it that despite not stroking his dick, pre-cum was flowing out of him like crazy onto the floor.
As much as he loved this, Brad's neck was starting to really hurt from the very awkward position he had taken up in sucking Sam while on his knees, mainly due to the huge gut getting in the way, especially since Sam was seated.
Brad backed off and told Sam, "Let's get you on the bed, Daddy."
Sam wasted no time and lied down on the bed. Brad got on his belly below Sam and spread the older man's legs, giving him better access to his dick. Without skipping a beat, Brad was back to slurping on Sam's member, swirling his tongue on the head, then sliding it up and down the shaft, before going back to sucking.
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