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Caleb isn't alone in his hunger. As Bob held Milo tightly to him, they melted into each other’s kisses. They’d done this song and dance before—Damien knew Mr. Marko was well versed in dealing with pipes. Damien was in pure heaven. In this moment of reprieve, the warm day slows down his thoughts and worries. Damien stood on his tip-toes, wrapped his arms around Mr.

Marko’s broad shoulders and kissed him. He yearned to feel Mr. Marko deep inside of him. But before he could share that thought, Mr. Marko shared his own. A choir of birds praise the sight of Wolf stripping the twink bare of his striped shorts. Not when he was inside this nymph, not ever. Why should he? The tall, hung top feeds the hungry twink his king-sized cock patiently.

Mr. Marko wrapped his enormous hands around Damien’s tiny waist and gave one last, powerful thrust. There was a sort of clubhouse that Bob’s uncle had built adjacent to the landscaping office. Mesmerized by the taste, his head bobs back and forth, taking everything Wolf has to offer.

The good doctor examines his boy closely, thoroughly, and patiently. His mere presence flips a switch in the boy, and fills him with a heat far hotter than the rays of afternoon. It goes without saying that Bob couldn’t be happier with his new work buddy. He spit-lubed his throbbing cock (which was as big around and long as Milo’s arm), spun the boy around, and set right to impaling his favorite subordinate.