In the Teeth of Training

This guy’s got a sprinter’s build, a track runner’s physique. He even has the track shoes to prove it. There are no beds or plants, or even much in the way of furniture, or clothes, for that matter, in his shots. He’s stripped, ready for action, in a basic white tee that’s mangled at the neck—when it’s even there, that is, and basic white shoes. I assume they’re there to underscore his—I’m so hot and young vitality.

He’s twisting and pumping, and stretching and arching, all on a table, or maybe a workout bench, showing all and sundry, me-I think-me, what he can do, how well he can straddle.

Me, I want to straddle him. That cocksure chin needs some jizz on it. But, first, I’m gonna straddle that long head of his and kiss the crown of my dick against the long lips of his long lean-like-his-body-mouth.

Suck it, I’ll say, razor those big teeth up and down my cock with the same expert and exquisite finesse I’d expect of you on the playing field. But care, baby, show care. Nip too hard and I’ll have to ream your little ass. Of course, I just might do that, anyway…

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