Video language: English
My Asher and I always look forward to the annual Richards Family Reunion. Every year, a different family member hosts the festivities for a week, usually in the springtime or summer. This year, my younger Dylan took the initiative and invited all relatives to his hundred-acre ranch. Asher was thrilled since Dylan lives several hundred miles away in the country and we merely acquire to watch him a scarcely any times a year.
On Friday afternoon, we pulled up to the main abode of Dylan’s sprawling ranch estate. It was a pretty drive into the country and Asher could hardly contain his passion. When Dylan opened the door, this guy gave the one and the other my and me a large bear hug, grinning from ear to ear.
After some glad hellos and catch-up chat, Dylan led Asher and I upstairs to where we would be sleeping during the week. When my pointed out a room far down the hallway that this guy had chosen for Asher to use, I could feel the boy’s passion nifty just a bit. Inadvertently trying also hard, I made up some lame offering that Asher and I could bunk jointly in one room to save space for the other family members who had yet to arrive.
Dylan was kind sufficiently to explain that there were greater quantity than sufficiently rooms to abode everybody comfortably, and that that guy imagined Asher would appreciate his own intimate space, since this guy wasn’t a tiny anymore.
Well, heck. What could I say in response that wouldn’t kindle any unnecessary suspicion? I thanked Dylan for his hospitality. Separate rooms would be “just fine”. Asher kept a str8 face, but I could tell this guy was annoyed. Oh, well. Asher couldn’t always have me at his side each night. We’d figure it out.
Later, as I was in my own guest room unpacking, I couldn’t aid but casually look down the hall and peek at my . Asher’s body language appeared to be valuable, but that guy wasn’t smiling anymore.
I strolled down the hallway and did my superlatively good to stay upbeat. I reminded Asher how lewd he’d been to watch his Dylan. Didn’t that guy crave to have a admirable time at the family reunion? Asher replied that although that guy was truly very happy to watch his and the rest of the extended family, it was beginning to bother him how that guy and I had to hide our romantic love for one some other. He wasn’t pleased with the indiscreet discretions anymore and the obligation to pretend was wearing him out.
While I absolutely understood and even acquiesced with my , I likewise wasn’t willing to disclose our love to just anyone. We had to remember that Dylan had generously offered his home space to stay. If this chab were to discover out about us, I assumed that this chab probably wouldn’t understand and—in the worst case scenario—would ask us to leave.
The ultimate reality is that we would solely be here a week. Asher offered a sober nod. He told that that guy understood, but held his ground about the disappointment of having to sleep in separate rooms. I took my ’s hand to try and comfort him. Suddenly, Asher pulled it away and I drew a sharp breath… as it was purposefully placed on my interior haunch.
Asher huffed a dramatic sigh and made a quip about how “hard” it was to keep our love a secret. I tried to stifle a nasty grin and placed my own hand on top of Asher’s so it couldn’t go up my haunch to set my loins on fire. I promised my that I would figure out a way to sneak into his room after midnight…
It was zero-dark-thirty. I could instinctively feel my boy’s need from all the way down the hallway. I held my breath as I tip-toed very quietly into Asher’s room. I flipped the light switch on. The persistent pretty-boy was sitting on the sofa- awaiting for me. I could watch plain as day that Asher was willing to fuck. And damn, this guy looked worthwhile.
My guy gazed at me with these clear-blue eyes as I sat down next to him on the couch. I was worried that if Asher and I started fooling around that we’d wake someone up and then it would be all over. He promised to be quiet. My mind knew more excellent than to take such a risk, but my body was seriously willing to tear this kid’s clothing off and pound his taut little bod into the mattress.
All hesitation vanished as Asher dove in for a kiss. We swapped quite a lot of saliva, then I stood him up and yanked his pajama bottoms down. I could watch a wet-spot soaking throughout his cute underclothes. I played with the hawt lump of Asher’s T-dick over the jockeys. I had to clamp a hand over the boy’s throat as this chab cried out in primal, uncontrollable heat.
Soon, I had Asher’s underclothing totally off, licked my fingers juicy, then tickled all around the sticky boy’s trickling bonus gap. He hopped into my lap and I indeed started going to city on that luscious cookie. I had to bury my tongue inside the lustful hottie’s throat as this guy couldn’t stop groaning and carrying on like I knew that guy would.
My lad came several times during our play, then this guy shoved me back onto the mattress and pulled the bulging erection from out of my jeans. Asher sucked on my aching hard-on until I was wonderful and slicked up. He then pounced into my lap and sank down on my biggest shaft. I had to shush him once more and afresh as the guy insisted on riding me.
Between fucking my ’s exceedingly constricted soaked aperture and us simply careening off the edge of control, I started to lose track of our noise volume. Before I could regain control of my senses, I realized that Asher and I were truly making the daybed rock and my lad was hissing hawt steam with each one of my unfathomable, upward thrusts.
I don’t know what made me look, but all the sudden I saw Dylan standing in the entryway– seemingly motionless, in natures garb chested, just outside the door—which I had mistakenly left ajar.
I probably should have cared, slowed down, stopped—something. But I didn’t. I couldn’t have stopped if I tried. And likewise, I noticed nearly just now that Dylan was touching himself as that guy watched.
I subtly glanced up anew. I could watch Dylan had stepped back slightly so now all I could watch was the outline of him in silhouette. I offered up a wolfish grin and then put Asher into the position. If Dylan wanted to watch a fucking hawt finish, well, I was going to give it to him…and my .
Asher rocked back on my ramrod as I pounded deeper into his bonus aperture. I felt him clench and spasm, then cum yet afresh. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I went full frontal assault with my cannon dong and then blasted my load. I looked up at the open door anew. I could’ve sworn I heard Dylan emit a lengthy, low groan; but maybe that was…me? Fuck, maybe the one and the other!
All I knew for sure at that pont of time was that the secret was out. Although, truthfully, I had a gut feeling that all my worries had been for no thing. Dylan was out of sight now. Probably back to his room. Still touching himself? I would’ve liked to have known…!
I planned on falling asleep with my fantastic in my arms. Heck, maybe we’d wake up in the night and have one more go; maybe this time we’d be less inhibited. All I knew for absolute certain was that the morning would bring some interesting conversation around the breakfast table!
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Duration: 24:43
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