He gasped softly, daring to breathe again, and craned his head to meet my eyes shyly before dropping them quickly to look at my spent cock. Two hours later, my cum streaked across his right bun and splattered on the small of his back. He took the risk I grabbed the opportunity. Since they don’t head to college, they often need cash, and since they grow up in families that drink and half-neglect them, they’re more open to risk. He twisted so adorably on his booted feet, his eyes almost grinning in curiosity, his face working hard to be unreadable and unflinching like that dad or uncle or step-dad he’d watched all his life. Can I ask you a strange question?” I’m making a calendar, see? A calendar of rural, All-American males, “and I really think you’d be perfect for July.” Then I cocked my head thoughtfully–I mean, this works every time, seriously–and said, “Huh. There I “bumped” into him and pretended I thought he was someone else. I shamelessly hung around downtown until he left work and trailed him to the Walmart. I knew then that he could be mine–not publicly, of course, but inside, where it counted. Not a lot of the young men head to college around here, and he was definitely the type who’d probably live and die in this town. I looked across Main Street, and there he was, working at the pump and drill company. Then came that brilliant Tuesday in June when I was getting my oil changed. I’ve got a soft spot for guys from his tribe, and he was one of the cutest, so faithfully wearing the Trumper uniform he inherited from dear ol’ dad: sleeveless tees, dirty caps, workman’s jeans. Like begets like, I thought, but don’t take that as being too judgmental. I’d seen him around town before that day, cruising the courthouse square with his buddies in one Ford pick-up or another, calling to girls on the sidewalk, throwing trash out the window. Once another guy’s cum gets on you, you’re on the way to all the way. I did, though, let a few spurts land on those perfect buns. It had already been a wild day for him, I imagine, probably the wildest he’d ever had, so he already had plenty enough to process without me actually claiming his hole.
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I just rubbed it along his crack until I cummed.