LOTTP/Lahey/Hot/Jason

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Current revision as of 19:39, 16 January 2017

Oh, fuck, you think. Yeah, Jason. I remember that kid. It was right after I got here, about five years ago. He'd just turned eighteen the day I moved in. I remember we were the same age. And Lahey, shit, he waited real good. Right up to the kid's birthday and not a moment longer.

You remember Lahey bragging about it to you the next day. Looking back on it, you'd bet Lahey was trying for a repeat show, but with an extra performer. If only he'd known... Lahey had gone on and on about how tight Jason's ass was.

The day after, Lahey would not stop going on about how much he loved, "Fucking a fresh ass. You know? I love being the first one to get in there to give it a real plowing. Doesn't fucking matter: girls or guys. As long as I'm the first one in, it's golden."

Of course, you'd spent the entire time Lahey was telling you about all of this trying to not let him see your cock. The things Lahey was saying, the idea of watching Lahey split Jason in two. The memory of watching Lahey split Jason in two. See, at the time, when Lahey was reminiscing about fucking Jason, you were desperately trying to keep him from realizing that you'd been spying on them. Accidentally, of course! Well, at first, at least.

That night, the first time you heard screams coming from Lahey's trailer, your first night in the park, you'd been startled. You'd wanted to make sure everyone was okay. No one had warned you about going to Lahey's trailer after dark. Still, you'd had enough sense to look in the window before barging in with your baseball bat. And, damn were you glad you looked in that window.

You still clearly remember the sight of Jason, bent over doggy-style on Lahey's bed, the Irishman's cock buried so far up his ass you could practically see the thing in Jason's mouth. And shit did Jason have a big mouth. He had cocksucker's lips something fierce. The boy was built for mansex and watching him getting fucked made you hard in less than a second. At nineteen, a breeze could do that to you but this was special.