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Third Time's A Charm (zachary & Brett) free porn video
Zachary loved fucking Brett in front of a mirror, any mirror. He loved how Brett’s body looked, with muscles tight, dick straight up, rock hard when Zachary pounded into him with all the might in his loins. Brett tried looking away but Zachary wouldn’t let him, forcing him to look into his own red, sweaty face. He loved how Brett tried not making any sound, this stubborn bastard; he deserved all of it.
Usually, like they agreed, Brett wasn’t jacking off until Zachary was near the end; they knew he would shoot all too soon. This time however, it was quite a hurry; once again they locked themselves in the bathroom, anticipating Zach’s parents coming home any second now. They didn’t have much time for their antics, especially now with the training season and shit. It’s okay, Zachary thought. He’ll make the most out of the time they got.
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It all started with a picture of a hard dick sent to Brett by accident and they couldn’t even remember by now how it ended with Zach’s dick up Brett’s ass every time they went out to see each other. They weren’t touchy-feely by any means but every time they got a moment alone, it always ended like this: with Brett propped against something, still partly clothed, and with Zach clutching him firmly by his sides, getting lost in the rhythm of going in and out of this pert, tight ass. Ever since their first time, he never forgot to sneak a condom into his wallet of a pocket. He would never miss a chance.
A chance occured in a locker room when everyone promptly left. It was Friday after all, but they hardly ever had any plans. Once again they were fucking in the bathroom - they wouldn’t risk it, even if they would love to - only this time Brett was clutching the sink, huffing, his shorts on the floor and t-shirt rolling onto the back of his head. Zach was deep inside him all this time and only when he was close, he clutched Brett’s shaft shakily, releasing his load into the boy’s ass, jacking him off afterwards. It took mere seconds for Brett to come and a lot of effort not to make noise.
--
The sun was setting through the window in the dining room. Brett had been properly undressed this time, then propped with one leg up against the solid, wooden table; the table at which he and his family had dinners together every Saturday and Sunday. Zachary oiled him up throughly, in and out, while Brett was only waiting there, on display, feeling his ass being spread...
His cheeks were burning with embarrassment or maybe even guilt, maybe even more when he glanced down. He was so hard already, and Zach was taking his time before he decided to slide inside. He loved every second of it. The hand fastened onto his side and the other rested on his shoulder, they felt hot, almost burning, against his skin. Zach really put all his might into what he was doing, Brett’s body doing his best to withstand. All Brett could hear in the calm silence of a hot, sticky afternoon was his own shallow breathing and the sound of Zachary’s body clasping against him with every thrust. All he felt was throbbing and overwhelming heat. He was full and brimming. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck...
Without a single touch and with Zach still diving into him, few sharp gasps escaped Brett’s mouth and the next thing he knew, he was shooting far onto the elegant wooden tabletop in his parent’s dining.
Usually, like they agreed, Brett wasn’t jacking off until Zachary was near the end; they knew he would shoot all too soon. This time however, it was quite a hurry; once again they locked themselves in the bathroom, anticipating Zach’s parents coming home any second now. They didn’t have much time for their antics, especially now with the training season and shit. It’s okay, Zachary thought. He’ll make the most out of the time they got.
--
It all started with a picture of a hard dick sent to Brett by accident and they couldn’t even remember by now how it ended with Zach’s dick up Brett’s ass every time they went out to see each other. They weren’t touchy-feely by any means but every time they got a moment alone, it always ended like this: with Brett propped against something, still partly clothed, and with Zach clutching him firmly by his sides, getting lost in the rhythm of going in and out of this pert, tight ass. Ever since their first time, he never forgot to sneak a condom into his wallet of a pocket. He would never miss a chance.
A chance occured in a locker room when everyone promptly left. It was Friday after all, but they hardly ever had any plans. Once again they were fucking in the bathroom - they wouldn’t risk it, even if they would love to - only this time Brett was clutching the sink, huffing, his shorts on the floor and t-shirt rolling onto the back of his head. Zach was deep inside him all this time and only when he was close, he clutched Brett’s shaft shakily, releasing his load into the boy’s ass, jacking him off afterwards. It took mere seconds for Brett to come and a lot of effort not to make noise.
--
The sun was setting through the window in the dining room. Brett had been properly undressed this time, then propped with one leg up against the solid, wooden table; the table at which he and his family had dinners together every Saturday and Sunday. Zachary oiled him up throughly, in and out, while Brett was only waiting there, on display, feeling his ass being spread...
His cheeks were burning with embarrassment or maybe even guilt, maybe even more when he glanced down. He was so hard already, and Zach was taking his time before he decided to slide inside. He loved every second of it. The hand fastened onto his side and the other rested on his shoulder, they felt hot, almost burning, against his skin. Zach really put all his might into what he was doing, Brett’s body doing his best to withstand. All Brett could hear in the calm silence of a hot, sticky afternoon was his own shallow breathing and the sound of Zachary’s body clasping against him with every thrust. All he felt was throbbing and overwhelming heat. He was full and brimming. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck...
Without a single touch and with Zach still diving into him, few sharp gasps escaped Brett’s mouth and the next thing he knew, he was shooting far onto the elegant wooden tabletop in his parent’s dining.
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