Boy For Sale - The Boy Jack Waters - Chapter 4 - The Prize
Release Year: 2024
Studio: Boy For Sale
Cast: Jack Waters, Tyler Saint
Genres: anal, bareback, daddy, ay, kissing, oral, riding, rimming, smooth
For perhaps the one thousandth time since I picked up the mysterious golden ticket off of that table, I wonder why I did it and what I was thinking. Of course I know the answer to that, in two words, my father. Veteran, Purple Heart recipient, Congressional Medal of Honor winner, the national hero with five stars glittering on his shoulders. His history in the military began with his great great great grandfather, who organized the 84th Illinois Volunteer regiment during the Civil War and served as its commander. He was commissioned as Brevet Brigadier General of volunteers, near the close of the war for an act of bravery. The Waters men had served, and fought in every war since that time. Like his ancestors, his illustrious family left him to sign up anonymously as a private and make his way on his own. My dad literally lifted himself by his own bootstraps. He expected his sons to do the same, and his pride, joy, and eldest son, was well on his way. I on the other hand was the disappointment in the family: bookish, shy, and not eagerly athletic. The old man would have heart failure if found out that I was gay as well. My father refuses to pay for the education that the military would gladly provide for his sons. I don't want to end up like him or my brother, or as hard, arrogant, and regimented as my uncles, either. I need a way out. With no money for college, simply running away would mean that ending up on the street was the likely alternative. If I was going to end up selling my ass, I might as well make a pretty penny. Selling myself into sex slavery might seem extreme, but desperate times require desperate measures. So far, I feel like it could be far worse. I've traded my boyhood military cot for an actual bed. It's a single bed in a simple room, but it's luxury compared to the way I grew up. The Masters that I have met are stern, almost intimidating men. Unlike my father, they have appreciation in their eyes. Their touch is firm but gentle, even if it's not loving. Master Saint bought me at the auction. I guess I must have pleased him. Slaves are not supposed to know their price but the auction seemed to go on forever, and I know from what I overheard that my price was high. Master Saint is the most intimidating of the Masters that I've met, and I could almost wish that one of the others had won the auction. But you can't judge a book by its cover. Master Saint is a handsome man, in a very rough hewn kind of way. He has a big cock, almost too big, but I'm getting used to it. He likes to put me on my stomach, lay on top of me, and fuck me hard. Really hard. I've discovered that I like that. After the auction, we went back to his house. He gave me a few hours to unpack and settle in, and nap or shower if I wanted. Maybe it's my imagination, but when he's not fucking me, sometimes I think I catch a fleeting look in his eyes. Something slightly softer and more affectionate. Maybe if I'm obedient and follow his orders carefully enough, he'll let that come out more often. After my alone time is up, I report to his room. I wait in the hall for a few minutes to step in the door just as the clock down the hall chimes. He is very stern and gruff telling me how to undress him. I try to remember as much as I can. I think it will please him if I can do it without being instructed. He likes me to look into his eyes at all times but it's hard not to fumble without looking down. While undressing, he spins me around, spreads my cheeks, and shoves his tongue into my hole. I don't know if I'm allowed to make noise or not, but I can't hold back a moan. I start sucking his cock just hoping that I will do it right. I was expecting more growling instruction but he just laid back on the velvet duvet and sighed. He tells me to get his cock wet and that he expects me to sit on it and ride him. He feels huge in my ass. I've never been fucked by a grown man before. He doesn't seem to care how much I whimper. I think he likes knowing how difficult it is to take him. I guess every man likes to think he's hung and, in his case, he is. Soon, I'm on my stomach with him on top of me driving his dick into me balls deep, over and over until I feel like I can hardly breath. Then he lets out an animalistic grunt and I feel his sticky load spreading deep inside me.
Format: mp4
Duration: 31:59
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 9162kbps
Audio: 124kbps
File size: 2.1 GB
Download Boy For Sale - The Boy Jack Waters - Chapter 4 - The PrizeGayCest - Uncle Reece - Tape 1 - Hospitality - Mr Scott and His Nephew Kyle
Release Year: 2024
Studio: GayCest
Cast: Reece Scott, Kyle Steele
Genres: anal, bareback, daddy, gay, kissing, oral, rimming, smooth
I hadn't seen Uncle Reece in quite a few years, not since he and Aunt Glynda divorced. I really missed him. I was thrilled when he called to tell me that he and my cousin Hunter were moving to my town. Later, when he said he needed a place to hang for the afternoon while he was apartment hunting, I wouldn't hear of him going anywhere but my place. I couldn't wait to see him again. My father is a good man but he's never been very affectionate, or even approachable. His idea of affection is a firm pat on the shoulder. Uncle Reece, meanwhile, gives hugs. He was somebody I felt like I could talk to. It wasn't so much that he was a regular confidant, but I knew he was there if I needed him. I never had to think, "I don't even have anybody to talk to," because I had Uncle Reece. That made it difficult and confusing when he just suddenly left. Aunt Glynda said that he was having a midlife crisis and went off to find himself. It just never sounded quite right, but there wasn't much to say about it. Aunt Glynda is my mom's older sister and she is pretty much the matriarch of the family. She is not a woman to be questioned, or crossed. It was extra hard on Hunter. I was just glad I could be there for him. I'm the oldest, but after my mom had me, she and Aunt Glynda both had daughters. My dad wasn't around much and, being the only boy, sometimes I almost felt like an only child. I was six when Aunt Glynda had Hunter and I couldn't have been more thrilled. Back then, our families lived close together and spent a lot of time together. I called Hunter my "cousin brother." After he got old enough to be a kid and not a baby, we played together. Being older and stronger, I was always careful to hold back and let him feel like we were more equal than we were. He totally worshiped me, though; I was his hero. Looking back, I wonder whether I was good at taking care of him because I'm a natural caretaker, or whether those early years taught me to feel the empathy for others that I have now. After I got out of high school, I went off to college to study social work, and came out. I didn't exactly hide it from the family but I didn't make a big deal out of it, either. I knew Aunt Glynda would not approve and I didn't want to risk losing my friendship with my little brother, or my Uncle Reece, either. Then Uncle Reece disappeared and not long after, Hunter told me that he was gay. I was the only one he could talk to and I just wished that I could do more. In the middle of that, I got a job at a community center for young gay men called the "Guy Space." It's a very cool community center for gay teens between sixteen and twenty. We've done everything we could to make it like hanging out in someone's basement, rather than an institutional kind of place. Teen boys have the reputation of being difficult but they will be surprisingly responsible if you give them as much autonomy as they can handle and don't treat them like children. There's a large den with sofas, bean bag chairs, a big TV, and gaming tables. The computer room has some gaming consoles, as well as computers with internet access. There's an indoor pickleball court and half basketball court. Outside there is a full basketball court, fire pit, picnic tables and a grill large enough to cook for thirty or forty people. Myself and three other counselors call ourselves Big Brothers and the boys in the program are Little Brothers. We were worried that they might think that was corny but they've settled on calling each other "Bro," even outside of the center. They took it on themselves to dub the director and assistant director, "Dad 1," and "Dad 2." Being a Bro is so cool at the local high schools that around twenty-five percent of the members at Guy Space are actually straight, or at least identify that way. Young people are so much more casual about labels than they used to be. Everyone is welcome but, while all gay identified boys are admitted without question, the straight boys have to be voted in. It's generally just a formality, but it's a powerful recognition for everyone that this is a gay space, and straight people are accepted because the gay brothers allow them in. Beyond that, though, boys are boys. It's an altogether amazing place! We are doing so much good for those young men and I've wished so bad that Hunter lived close enough to join. He is exactly the kind of young man Guy Space was intended for. I could only listen from afar, though, as he started hanging out in the park with a sketchy crowd. I tried to guide rather than lecture him. I wanted him to feel safe enough to be honest with me and I couldn't trust any of the adults in the family. Then one afternoon I got the call from him. It was inevitable. He was almost hysterical. His mother had found out about everything and totally freaked out. We also learned that Uncle Reece hadn't just abandoned the family. Aunt Gladys had found out he was cheating on her with a man and threw him out, forbidding him to tell anybody why. Now, she had called him up to come get his son. I told Hunter that I would get in the car and be there in several hours but he told me not to. I stayed on speaker phone all afternoon while he packed. He called me as soon as he got to his dad's place. It was small and things were awkward, but at least he was calming down. There was a lot for Hunter and Uncle Reece both to process, but it sounded like they would work it out. The next morning I got a call from Hunter telling me that Uncle Reece had fucked him. To say I was stunned is an understatement. I also couldn't deny the fact that my cock was swelling. I couldn't say if it was the idea of being fucked by my uncle that turned me on, or the idea of fucking Hunter. Maybe both? I'd watch that porn, as they say. Well, that was several months ago and all of that led to me and Uncle Reece reconnecting. He knows, now, that I'm gay and how I've tried to help Hunter, which he is very grateful for. Being cut off from his son was hard enough, but discovering how badly Hunter needed him has been almost devastating. He doesn't want Hunter to know the full weight of that, though, so I've tried to be there for him, too. He doesn't know that Hunter told me about their relationship, either. They needed a bigger apartment, and Uncle Reece just needed a whole reset for his life. Hunter doesn't know that a big part of moving here was intended to get him closer to Guy Space, but he's thrilled about joining, as well. When Uncle Reece knocked on the door and I opened it, we both just stood there for a moment taking each other in. He hasn't really changed that much. He was always a hot daddy and he's aging well. He was one of the first men I was attracted to, before I even understood what "Gay" was. I just knew that seeing him in his swim shorts around his and Aunt Gladys' pool made me feel warm and tingly and the women in their bikinis didn't. Later, when I was old enough to understand my feelings, I was also old enough to know that he was straight and incest is inappropriate, so I can't say I ever had an actual crush on him. Now I can see him as a very handsome gay man, and as a man who is fucking my little brother. It's going to take me some time to get used to that. The last time Uncle Reece saw me, I was an awkward skinny teenager with acne, and a terrible secret behind my eyes. Now, I'm a confident strapping young man with a more than decent body, and full beard. He came in and I made us drinks. Honestly, I don't usually drink in the afternoon but, without really thinking hard about it, sharing a cocktail with my uncle was another subtle way of showing him that I'm not the teen boy that he used to know. While I was fixing drinks he found out his reservation was canceled. Of course I offered to let him stay. I have a guest room so it didn't feel awkward. Sitting on the sofa after dinner was strange. Neither of us knew quite what to do. Then he just put his arm around my shoulders. It was such a classic Uncle Reece thing to do, and I just instinctively snuggled into him. It was different now, though. I could smell his musk and my body responded. The strength of his thick chest and strong arms meant something different now than they once did. My mind filled with a confused, hesitant desire; the desire of my budding teen sexuality, the images that filled my head when Hunter breathlessly whispered into the phone, "last night dad fucked me," the instinctive feeling of the desire of one virile gay man coming face to face with another, when I opened the door to my apartment. I raised up and looked at my uncle and he looked back. I couldn't read his mind but I recognized the familiar look in his eyes. We both stopped breathing. Our faces leaned into each other until our lips barely touched. We pulled back. We both knew that, if we kissed again, we wouldn't. couldn't stop. Maybe, on some deep level we knew we shouldn't, but our lips met again anyways. I reached down to grope his crotch as we kissed. I pulled out his cock, finally satisfying my teen curiosity of what was in his swimsuit, although now it was swollen, hard, and dripping. When I went down on my knees to suck him, he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth. Hard. I knew then that he saw me as the man that I am, not the boy he once knew. I've been fucked before but, for quite a few years now, I've been a top. From the first moment that we kissed, though, there was no question that he would be fucking me. He bent me over the back of my sofa and slicked my hole with his spit. My hole opened as his fat cock slipped into my body, like a key in a lock. In that moment I didn't care if it was unlocking the Gates of Paradise, or Pandora's Box, I just wanted my favorite uncle to fuck me hard and breed me deep.
Format: mp4
Duration: 33:28
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 8943kbps
Audio: 124kbps
File size: 2.2 GB
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Release Year: 2024
Genres: Anal Sex, Bareback, Blowjob, Cumshots, Masturbation
Video language: English
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Format: mp4
Duration: 29:36
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 5962kbps
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Release Year: 2023
Studio: HungYoungBrit
Cast: Jordan Jameson, Reece Mckenzie
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Duration: 24:58
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 7983kbps
Audio: 124kbps
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Release Year: 2024
Genres: Anal Sex, Blowjob, Cumshot.
Video language: English
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Duration: 21:45
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