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“You are such an asshole.” cursed Brian. “And it never has bothered you, not once., said Ken. You just say to hell with and let it go.” “That isn’t the point. The point is not getting yourself upset over the little stuff, shit happens.” “You know all about little stuff, don’t you?” “Oh, That’s a low blow, even for you., Brian said, as he grabbed for Ken. “You would really like a blow. I know you, little man.”, Ken laughed, the two falling into a pile of leaves they just raked. The neighbors were out and Brian cooled his jets, in respect for Ken’s privacy. He took Ken by the hand, pulling him to his feet, neither daring to embrace. Ken didn’t talk with his neighbors, only to say hello and wave. So, it shocked him when someone yelled out queer, as he got his mail from the box. It wasn’t the first time he heard it. It wasn’t like bigots weren’t alive and well in his town. A couple different black families had racial slurs written on their cars and houses. One families house was vandalized, trashing everything they owned inside. Just knowing one of his neighbors, was filled with enough hate to say it, bothered him. They each decided it would only make the bigot happy, if they stayed inside. The yard work needed to be done anyway. Brian was bending over, picking up the leaves with the rake, putting them in the trash. His jeans were a little too tight, revealing the crack of his round little ass every time he bent over. Ken so wanted to take him right there on the lawn, his erection growing with every bend Brian made. They both had worked up a sweat. Brian took off his sweat soaked t-shirt to get some air. Ken loved his beautifully sculpted body, just a small patch of chest hair between his two nipples. His mouth watered at the thought of biting at them. A trail of hair flowed down to what he was really longing for. His cock wasn’t very big, but he made up for it in skill. Ken offered Brian a sip of his bottled water, which he took, pouring the rest over his thick black hair, splashing Ken. “Don’t cry to me. That’s what you get, just standing there while I do all the work.”, said Brian, still shaking his wet hair at Ken. “I’m doing work. I’m working on keeping my erection. Let’s go get in the shower.” Brian put the bagged leaves by the shed in the back. Ken started the water in the shower. By the time Brian was finished, Ken was well on the way to finishing himself, masturbating in the shower. Brian taking off his jeans, hopping on one leg said, “Wait for me. That’s my job.” Leaning into the stream of water, they kissed, Brian grabbing at Ken’s waist for balance. Brian maneuvered his tongue in Ken’s mouth in such a way, that Ken couldn’t wait any longer to feel that magic on his throbbing cock. Brian on his knees, took his member , working his tongue under the shaft. Ken held the back of Brian’s head, fucking him hard in the face. Ken could feel the pressure building, the intensity, with each thrust his moans grew louder. Brian pulled at his balls, and sucked at the head of his cock before pulling off. Coming up for air, the steam and water making him dizzy, Brian shut the shower off. He handed Ken a towel, and lead him into the bedroom. Ken was much |
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