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Friday, May 12, 2017

[SS-292] Parkour Trespasser


[PARKOUR TRESPASSER]

It was just a few moments after dawn. Sani was awoken by metal falling from the rooftop.

He quickly got up and raced up. He was too late again. The parkour man was already sommersaulting away to the roofs of the houses.

Sani quickly surveyed the clutter on his roof. All the scraps were intact. Nothing was stolen from the items of his junk shop. He decided to climb down. He checked the metal railings of his store. Nothing was lost or broken.

Sani sighed as he opened his store. He was still shirtless because he came from bed. It was the third time that it happened. But it was never clear to him what the parkour man wanted from his house and shop if not for the metals he sold.

He hatched a plan.

Sani hid behind some metal scraps on the rooftop and waited.


As expected, when the sun shed some light, he heard feet running and jumping, nearing his spot.

The parkour man landed on his rooftop. 

Sani silently gazed upon the intruder. His gymnastic athleticism showed in his body. He wore a white sando that covered his wide torso. His black shorts showed the strength of his thighs. He had a headphone and a bag.

The trespasser was looking around, seemingly checking for anyone who would catch him. Then the stud picked up a long silver metal. 


The man got something from his bag.

"A condom?" Sani identified in his mind.

The parkour man opened the sachet and wore the condom at one end of the metal cylinder. He then dropped his pants. Slowly, he slid the rubbered end inside the hole of his pants.

Sani gasped. He was troubled by all this. "The parkour man just slid here every morning to just fuck himself with a pole?!"

The intruder obviously enjoyed it. The hunk was whimpering as he went deeper on the hot rod. His dick was already hard and dripping.

The man moaned as his orgasm came. He came without touching himself.

He pulled out the metal, removed the condom, wore his pants and smiled to himself. Then he dropped the rod, making the thud sound. Then he starts to sommersault away again.

When the coast was clear, Sani emerged from the scraps. He took the forbidden metal pole. He thought how such a big and hard thing feel like for someone fucking with it.

Then his hole twitched.

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