Lounging Around – Caleb Anthony & Legrand Wolf
Caleb’s tiny chest swells with the summer air as he rests on the patio. In this moment of relief, the hot day slows down your thoughts and worries. Her pale lashes flutter lazily—until a large shadow brushes her peach-colored cheeks.
The shadow belongs to Dr. Wolf, the tower man who, over the past few months, had eclipsed Caleb’s heart and mind with lust. He surpasses the red-haired youth in stature, musculature, and masculinity. He circles around the little twink and leans back in the chair next to him. His mere presence flips a switch in the boy and fills him with heat far hotter than the afternoon rays.
The garden belonged to Wolf. The view, the foliage, the courtyard and the begging and panting boy groping his package—yes, he has it too. He has owned that ass body for several months, over and over again – in his office, in his country house and now in the garden he owns.
The high hanging top feeds the hungry twink his massive cock patiently. He holds Caleb’s hand as his little gay ass struggles to fit the full length of his tiny mouth. Caleb works slowly, carefully tending to Wolf’s tip.
Mesmerized by the taste, his head bobs back and forth, enjoying all that Wolf has to offer. The doctor’s cock slides past her lips, overloads her taste buds and threatens the rim of her throat. The size difference between these two won’t slow him down – if anything, it just makes the twink hungrier.
Caleb is not alone in his hunger. A chorus of birds praises the sight of Lobo baring his striped shorts. The good doctor examines his child closely, minutely, and patiently. Every crevice, every button, every inch of flesh is pressed, kneaded, tasted. The way Caleb’s expression melts in response to the doctor’s big hands and bigger cock brings a smile to Wolf’s face. He might say it’s time to claim your prize.
Stirring in a carnal rhythm, Dr. Wolf positions the pocket bottom on all fours. At the edge of the deck, where the wild grass stretches to meet the shadow of his home, he fucks his silly little guy, creating him bareback so hard and fast he almost lifts Caleb into the air with just his thrusts.
His hips sway in constant motion. The brand of the lawn chair digs into Caleb’s palms as he is filled with yet another load of his medical lover DILF. Wolf doesn’t waste a drop of seed on his climax, filling the boy’s hole to the brim with his sticky love.
It really is love, as evidenced not just by his tender upbringing, but by the doctor’s treatment after that. He turns the patient onto his back and smothers the little boy with his giant body and slow kisses, administered only as a professional can. As their heavy breaths and sweaty bodies rest in the shade of the courtyard, Dr. Wolf wonders where else on his property, and in the world, can he take his son next. And what positions are missing for him to be taken…
