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Wednesday, May 2, 2018

[SS-444] Proud Boyfriend



[PROUD BOYFRIEND]

She was the very proud girlfriend of Mr. Surfer Hunk who stood by the artificial waves of the pool on stage. He was wearing skimpy blue bikinis and holding a yellow board in his hand. She was clapping and hooting loudly by the bleachers.

She convinced him to join that prestigious contest. She wanted him to expose himself more to people. He was a smart guy who took very good care of his body. But he was too conservative.

It was fun for her to see him gain more confidence in the process of the competition. She started seeing him becoming more extroverted. He was conversing really well wih his co-contestants and the other judges and organizers of the event. He did well in the pageant and won it.

After the competition, she noticed him becoming more social. He was hanging out with his new friends, especially with the men he bested in the contest.

Before his win, he would be fully clothed whenever he would try to work. Now, he works the carshop and car wash store which he owns, nonchalantly even without a shirt on. His muscular display attracted more customers.


Although he had still enough time to invite her out for dates, he also became preoccupied with the night outs he had with his pageant friends, in addition to the post-competition activities and modelling gigs he joined in on most evenings.

After two months, it was almost impossible for them to meet. He started going to out of town trips and shows. He was earning more doing these gigs compared to his work in the carshop.

One day, she decided to pay a surprise visit to his house because she missed him so dearly. She had the keys to his house. She was going to call out his name, but she was stopped by the sound of men giggling.

She was intrigued. She crept and hid behind the furniture. She saw him walk down to the balcony in skimpy white briefs. He was sweaty. He was breathing heavily, as if he was from a long jog. His muscles were well accentuated by the sunlights passing through the window.


Then she heard fast footsteps going down. She saw five men going to her boyfriend. These were also contestants from the pageant. All of the were naked.

"Hey! We're not yet done!" said one of them.

He chuckled, "hey, we've been going at it for twelve hours. Give me a break, will you?"

"You wanted to be gang banged? You're gonna get it twenty four hours!"

Then they all held him.

He was not struggling while they took his clothes off and laid him on the floor. One man fucked his ass. Another, his mouth. The rest were jacking off while watching.

She gasped as she watched her boyfriend getting dominated sexually.

His cock was hard. He was moaning and groaning. He was liking the nasty, gay sexual treatment he was receiving from his new friends.

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