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Watching the Boys Part 11
Date: 6/11/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Interracial Sex, Author: bttmjerguy
... my son and I noticed he was slightly sweating and lightly rubbing his crotch, like he couldn't help it. He looked so wired. "Are you hungry Bry?" I asked him. He didn't answer right away but just shook his head no. Then, as if remembering something he quickly mumbled with a far off distant smile. "I had something earlier this morning." Bryan said as his smile widened thinking about something. I think he was remembering eating Paolo's load this morning. "The things boys think are a meal." I chuckled to myself as I felt the limo start to move. We drove south out of downtown Miami, where we were going I had no idea. Bryan seemed fidgety as we headed down the freeway, like he couldn't keep his hands off himself. Suddenly he kicked off his flip flops and turned to me with a weird look on his face. "I'm hot. I gotta take off my shirt dad." Bryan announced in a pleading voice. He didn't even wait for my response as he quickly peeled off his polo shirt tossing it across the limo. Then he collapsed back into the leather seat and started feeling himself up. His eyes closed with his mouth partly open as he caressed himself with his own hands. "Mmmmmmm..." My boy moaned out as he got more and more into feeling himself up. Then I noticed he'd started to obscenely rub his growing boy bulge in his shorts. Bryan looked over at me with a heavy d**gged up look of pure lust in his eyes. Here I was sitting in the back of limo as my nine year old son was ...
... writhing in a sexual d**gged up frenzy. I spotted Angel looking back at us in the rear view mirror. His eyes with a look of lustful approval as he watched Bryan's undulating body while he tried to drive. I was starting to chub up myself as my boy's sexual display started to affect me. Bryan spread his legs wide, touching my leg as he really started to go to town on the outline of his hard boy nail in his shorts. "We are here Mister Thompson." Angel said over the intercom as I felt the limo slow down and make a turn into a drive way and stop. We had pulled up in front of a massive white security gate. Angel punched a few buttons into the access panel and the gates slowly opened. "Bem-vindo à casa do Senhor Grosso." I heard Angel say over the intercom as the limo entered the huge compound. The house must have been set back a ways from the house as it took awhile to get to the main house. Bryan had stopped his self groping as and I both looked out at the vast estate of this Mister Grossa. We finally pulled up in front of a massive white house. But this house was completely modern looking with sweeping lines and minimal details. The house was a perfect example of modern architecture, if you could call it a house. This place was huge. Angel opened the limo door for us as Bryan stepped out first. He was still shirtless and barefoot. I quickly scanned the inside of the limo but didn't see his flip flops so I quickly grabbed his shirt and my briefcase and got out of the ...