"the same thing we're going to do to you"

You catch the young stud-muffin unawares and push him into one of the shoestore chairs. As you clamp your arms around his strong neck, you direct Cathy to yank his Dockers down to his ankles.

Being the little horndog that she is, she immediately does so, avoiding his kicking legs. She licks her lips at the sight of his tan, well-muscled swimmer's legs. They are so smooth from shaving them for swim team they practically shine. She works her dancing blue eyes up to his white BVDs. They looked packed with boymeat, even though the virginal goody-goody still doesn't appear to have an erection. She practically rips the thin cotton down his legs, her little pink tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth.

You both are quite in awe of the eighteen-year-old's baby-smooth genitals. They appear to be shaved clean as well.

"Grandpa! Tell these little harlots to let me go!" the blond yelps, as he tries to escape your chokehold.

"You're not going anywhere 'til we both eat your cum like we did Grampa's!" you husk into his ear as Cathy begins to shuck his thick, but soft,cock.

"Take off his polo shirt, Lacey! I wanna see the rest of his smokin' bod!" Cathy says excitedly.

You do so, and you both coo in glee at his Adonis-like body.Washboard abs, nicely defined chest and well-carved biceps.

His arms bound in the shirt above him, you are free to explore his hairless chest. Your arms search and explore his contours.

"Forgive me!" the half-naked stud intones toward the ceiling as Cathy's practiced hand gets wood. She smiles at her accomplishment and asks you,