Dylan’s training 9: Partytime!

Dylan was lounging lazyly in a folding sunbed on the terrace of the house he shared with his mom and his stepdad. As usual he was working on his tan, right after a long hard workout in the garage gym his stepdad had helped him set up. Dylan had no idea how often the gym equipment had paid itself, since several perfectly hidden cameras filmed each and every move he made, and in only a jockstrap the young sexy boy was a perfect object of desire to countless online viewers who paid a fortune to be able to log in on one of the websites his stepdad ran. The workout channel usually featured only Dylan, but sometimes he had a friend over, and the show was even hotter. Sure, by law the site said every performer was of legal age, but the boyish looks of Dylan and his friends made the audience’s fantasy run wild, and most of the pervs watching were sure to see only just legal kids having fun. And Dylan’s harder performances on other channels, performing the most lewd acts, did adress each and any pervy suggestion a paying user sent in or mentioned in a comment.

Today, soaking in the warm sun after his hard workout and a nice long hot shower, Dylan was listening in to the sound of machines and men. The neighbor’s house had been on the market, and someone must had decided the garden needed a makeover, it seemed.

Dylan had watched a crew of several black men in two Pickup trucks stop in the neighborhood and unload tools and machines, and while he worked out, as usual when the weather was warm with open garage doors, several of the biggly muscled deep blaack men caught a glimpse of the young and sexy white boy on display right across the street.

One of the men even came over as Dylan was doing a set with the heavy bar and spotted the boy for a few minutes, pointing out that a heavy bar, handled without the safety of a workout machine could be dangerous or even fatal. Dylan knew he could handle the weight, but the man was bossy and did not take a „No“ for an answer, and stood over Dylan’s head, legs slightly spread, as he gave the bar the extra support for added safety. Dylan could not help to inhale the man’s musk and he clearly saw the shaved nutsack dangling over him, since the man’s shorts were clearly showing the gardener walked around commando.

Dylan was not sure about the man‘s intentions, even though the man felt his muscles up before he left, but the boy‘s dick had reacted, and Dylan had seen the man‘s lewd grin and his wink before he left to join the other gardeners.

And now, after his shower and waking up on the lounge chair, Dylan realized the machines had stopped. He felt a shadow cast over him, as if the sun hid behind a cloud, and opened his eyes.

He had been right, there was something between him and the sun, but no cloud, but a muscled black man.

Dylan opened his eyes fully and realize the whole crew of gardeners was standing around him, six men, from two young boys, maybe apprentices, to the Boss of the crew, a man of around 40, who just now lifted Dylan’s chin and pushed a fat dickhead right into the white boy‘s mouth. He moaned as he felt the soft lips of the welltrained toyboy part and while Dylan started to suck the man’s fat member, the other guys realized they were welcome to play with that sexy piece of boymeat, they saw Dylan was not fighting them but openly liked to worship big black cock.

Each of the guy’s dicks was sucked before Dylan suggested to go inside to intensify the activities out of the blazing sun, and in his room he lit the bong and inhaled the smoke of the stuff his stepdad had provided to make his stepson even hotter before a fucksession.

The gardeners shared the smoke with him and soon noone was able to think anymore, the boys and men only followed their carnal instincts. Soon Dylan had each of the mens cocks serviced at least with his soft lips, strong tongue and deep throat, and was bent over on his bed, being fucked by the Boss‘ fat dick. The other guys respected their Bosses right to be the first and watched Dylan groan and moan as his tight love tunnel was opened. None of them knew the naive boy was in fact a well experienced performer who worked hard to stay tight, and Dylan’s ass was massaging the fat black 10 incher so well his fucker had no chance to control the fuck. The big man grunted and came in only minutes, breeding the boy‘s ass, and giving his crew permission to use Dylan following their cravings. It took the men almost an hour of their lunchtime before they each had fucked the boy‘s tight ass or deep throat, and one or two waited for seconds while Dylan lazily took a long hit of the smoke. No one really reacted as the door to the room opened and a curvy blond woman walked in, dressed to show her assets, right back from the malll were she had visited the hairdresser.

„Dylan!“ she almost shrieked as she saw the group of naked, muscled black men around her precious son, one just under her wide eyes, pulling out his dripping dick, giving her a good look into her own son‘s gaping ass.

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