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"Dad!" Jeremy said in shock. His expression horrified and ashamed. "I I..." he couldn't find the words to explain himself. But a sudden thrust made him moan out loud. Making him hide his face in his sheets so he could forget that ever happened. 

Sometimes, Lincoln did more than just moving around nad livin life. Sometimes, he actually settled. Years ago he had found a beautiful woman, and married her after years of relationship. But after passing, he was forced to stay around her step son. It was not a problem, the boy was nice and good and could be handled, which to be fairly honest, meant he had a son tocare about that wasn’t dead or gone.

“Come on fellas,” Sean worked one hand up his abs to his right pec to flick and tweak the nipple there. It came off as a natural move, but it was designed to encourage his audience to spend more money on him. Grasping his meaty cock through the gray sweats he wore, he lifted to his knees to give the viewers a great shot of his bulge before falling back to the bed.  One hand idly groping at his heavy low hanging balls, “if you want me naked and stroking, the room has to come up with another $100. Your baby boy has to make rent this week.”

Looking across his room, he saw over on his dresser a bunch of sexy masquerade masks his occasional co-stars used.  He wished he had one now, that would dramatically increase his earnings.  Looking back, he saw the “gifts” had come to exceed his stretch goal and without further ado, he peeled the sweats off and tossed them across the room.  Settling  back down in front of the laptop camera, he let his viewers see his fat cock rising impressively from his shaved pubes.  He gave it a few strokes as he was bringing the lube to his right when suddenly his bedroom door opened.  

Charlie had been too content to ever leave the city. Instead he worked his way up the ranks of the local fire house and was content running squad. Kicking down doors saving people, he was a smoke eater that’d never give up the ranks until his body told him he couldn’t do it anymore. He was outside of his little place grabbing the mail when he squinted and thought he saw someone. “Hey kid, what are you doing back in town. Thought this city was a little too small for you.” He teased. It had been years in all honesty since Charlie had seen the other, and well the last time he saw the other he was just a kid.

How the celebrity bodybuilder got suckered into it, he didn’t know—he could do it himself, really. But maybe it was in that—and the fact that his next photoshoot are a mere days away—that Dante just didn’t want to risk any shit from happening. He didn’t have much time and professional help seemed smart. So there he is, in some small spa room, with nothing else but a robe that barely covered his smooth muscle pecs—practically spilling out while the end of the robe barely covered his ass without half was hanging out. Same with his dick—big juicy meat still soft yet heavy as it swung between his legs at how that plump head peeked out. Nothing really weird. He just tried to think of it as some locker room moment—filled with lavender and low lights. Definitely a story for The View or something --------- especially since it was about to start as the other finally entered the room.

“So...” Dante began, squaring up and swelling up as his beefy pecs pushed out more into the heave of his sigh. “...how do we do this?”

Isaac, now that he was in Hawaii, was content to be there despite the fact that his original reason had only been to please Colin. Most of their trip had been fairly nice, sunny, warm, wet...very wet, but today it was wet for another reason as lightning flashed across the sky and water pounded the rooftops. Their plan had been to go to the beach, but they were stuck inside instead with Isaac trying to stave off a mood. “Colin,” he snapped a little, “I need you to do something for me.” As if Colin didn’t do everything for him already.