two slender boys

They have two faces crossed by malicious smirks who are imprinted in the worried eyes of K-T over the theft. They are quick to snatch his garment and dart away like arrows in the opposite direction.

K-T thinks about chasing them, but realizing that the t-shirt doesn't cover him at all, he remains stunned with his erect penis pointed at the kids. These are nothing but distant dots. In a short time, they completely disappear from the field of vision and from the imaginary straight line traceable from his glans revealed in all its orgasmic redness.

Without thinking that the fabric of the t-shirt is not made to be stretched that way, he grabs the edge to cover the erection, and the only result is that the t-shirt tears from under the armpit all the way down, opening a breach that reveals how naked K-T is.

The sound of the tear, similar to the onomatopoeic sound found in a comic book, serves as the soundtrack to the photo of the hidden paparazzo.

This leans against the nearby tree, keeping itself within shooting range, but not enough to be seen. The man thinks.

-I have to say, I feel a bit sorry for that poor guy. He ended up in a game bigger than himself. Victim of events and not only. I didn't think the theme of men embarrassed by the public element could have this potential. When I was contacted, I was really skeptical. And instead, I find it exciting and I'm not the least bit gay.

He concludes her thoughts by looking at other unmistakable photos of K-T's public erection. He recovers quickly because he has to follow a script that he is amazed is working considering all the unforeseen events that can happen.

-A model so good and without having to pay for it. Whoever came up with this idea really knows how to make money. Wait, he's looking for shelter. One of the clichés of embarrassment: hide behind some bushes. From here, I can only see his head sticking out with the zoom, but all I can do is wait, and something will make him come out into the open.

If K-T read these thoughts, he would be even less calm. He is crouched behind the tallest bush and still has to think about what to do. Finding something to cover nine centimeters of rock-hard penis is not an easy task, and it's not even at its best. He knows that talking to his genitals has no effect and the beast between his legs keeps vibrating more and more.

"Calm down," he says, slapping his penis on the tip and regretting it a moment later for having done so. Caught up in cooling the ardor of the intimate areas, he doesn't notice the return of the two kids who actually haven't run away.

They took a tour and, spotting K-T's temporary shelter, are ready to torment him again. Their weapon is locked in a jar of jam. One of them carefully unscrews the colored cap. The attention with which they operate is due to the content.