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You shake your head, shaking out any lustful thoughts of the man, and get your focus back. Your goal is that cute Hawaiian boy with the firm, juicy ass, and you aren't going to let anything distract you. You take a few steps to the next stall and stop in front of it to listen. You hear heavy breaths coming from the other side of the door and try the handle. You open the door just enough to slip through and shut it quietly behind you. The boy is sitting on the bench in the small room with both his feet in the air. His chubbies lay crumpled on the floor, with his shoes, while his neon blue, Andrew Christian briefs are wrapped around his face so that he can smell the sweaty musk of his own taint. One of his hands is wrapped around his long uncut cock, while the other hand has two of its fingers quickly pistoning in and out of his hole. He takes a deep whiff of his underwear and moans quietly, fingering himself even faster. You watch his fingers work his hole open, his tan, round asscheeks on either side. His knees are touching his shoulders and his foreskin flies over his 7" button-head cock.
You strip off your t-shirt and slip out of your athletic shorts, leaving them on top of your shoes. You slide your boxer briefs off your hips and sniff them. They smell strongly of your balls and taint, and are riddled with salty cumstains. You take the blue underwear off the boy's face and he quickly jumps up and begins to apologize, thinking you are a store employee, "Oh god! I'm so fucking sorry! Oh...its you. You scared the shit out of me!" He whispers. "Sorry," you smile sheepishly, "Here. Lay back." You place your hand on his chest and gently push him back onto the bench, lifting his legs by the knees. You replace his underwear with your own, letting the boy sniff at your musk. He even starts to lick at the cloth, trying to taste the cumstains, which he probably can since you haven't washed them in two days. His dick is rock hard and pointing straight up. You slowly jerk him off, his precum helping to ease the path of your hand. As he begins to return the favor, you raise his balled up undies to your nose and take a deep sniff. He smells extremely musky and salty, and the smells go straight to your cock.
"Holy shit!" He exclaims at the size of your hard cock. You simply smile in response and take another whiff, making your cock twitch. "Gah! Just fuck me!" He says slightly exasperated. As his open hole winks at you, his tongue darts out to lick yesterday's dried load from the crusty crotch.
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