NIPS, BULGE, LYCRA, BODYBUILDERS IN SKIMPY POSERS

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We picked Tony up from his flat and he was welcomed in the backseat with Tony wearing all white: a cap, sneakers, and just shorts with an insean so short it might as well have been briefs. As I was driving out of the city Tony was interviewing Freddie, asking about his humble upbringings and by the time we were on the open road with no traffic and nothing better to do I had Freddie slip off his paper thin mesh shorts to get to softly blowing on Tony's thick hog. "Fuck he's quite a skilled stud, you're quite a lucky man" Tony said through gritted teeth as Freddie went deep down to the hilt and choked a bit as he struggled to take in Tony's entire girth in his throat, though he knew better to release so soon. Anyone who spent more than 10 minutes with us caught on that I basically dominate over Freddie, in all aspects of our partnership. "Yeah, it took a while to tune him to exactly what I like but he didn't have to learn too much since he got a lot of training in prison." "Oh? Freddie's done time huh? For what if I may ask?" Tony remarked looking down to meet Freddie's eyes as I told him to ask Freddie himself. He muffled through an answer after taking the dick out to the head but keeping the gland head still in his mouth. "B&E, sir, got roped in with some guys from my warehouse job, framed me by putting drugs in my bag, was facing 10 years until Sir got me out early."

I nodded looking back in the rearview mirror, "prison warden told me he was the biggest boy getting cored out almost daily, by inmates and guards alike, though I think he did believe Freddie here was innocent enough to give me a call. My first meeting with Freddie and the warden he said he'd do anything to get out, and then the warden showed me how much he trained Freddie's holes by having me try him out. Turns out he's got a sub streak and by the time I got him out early he went from warden's boy to mine. "Wait, you're a lawyer?" Tony asked, "I thought you were his manager." "Can't I be both? He's my pet project, I fucking love turning him out on other guys. Helps that he's a horndog, and that I won't get him cum unless there's a dick up his ass" I laughed as Tony conceeded with a head shrug before moaning as Freddie went to lick his balls. I asked Tony, "you wanna fuck his ass?" Tony nodded, lost in caressing Freddie's face and muscular forearms as Freddie went back to bobbing on his dick. "Too bad, you'll have to wait until we get to Richard's ranch. But you can shoot down his throat, he swallows." It didn't take long for Tony to blow.

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Richard welcomed us in the late afternoon as we settled in. I came out and gave him a hug and a peck on the lips as we were long-time fuck buddies and friends. I didn't bother having Freddie put on his shorts again so he strutted around bringing our and Tony's bags into the home. I say ours but really it's my things and whatever risque jockstraps and thongs I brought for Freddie to pose with as I didn't expect us to need to be modest this weekend. I then had Freddie get spitroasted over by one of Richard's barnyards, had him flex his back muscles as he bent over a bale of hay as Tony got to try his ass and Richard stuffing his mouth. Afterwards Richard and Tony watched as I slow fucked Freddie as we caught up a bit and planned for the weekend.

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