Taken

Kenny never saw it coming. Those two burly railroad workers, their shirts clinging to sweat-slicked muscles, caught him red-handed. The horny teen couldn't resist—his gaze locked on their powerful frames, he slipped a hand into his jeans and gripped his thick, aching cock. That's when the chase began. They bolted after him, muscles flexing like coiled springs, snagged the boy, and hauled him into a shadowed house nearby. Heart pounding, Kenny watched in stunned silence as they ripped away his clothes, baring every inch of his trembling body. Then the real fun started: they bent him over, strapped his firm ass with sharp, stinging slaps that lit him up inside. Every filthy jerk-off dream he'd ever spun in the dark exploded into reality. Those massive studs took charge, barking orders for him to worship their rigid, throbbing cocks—first on his knees, swallowing deep, then spread wide as they claimed him from both ends. They stretched him open, filled him completely, igniting a raw hunger for sweat-drenched, pounding male heat that would define his cravings forever.