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“You know, I’ve seen a lot of porn in my life, but this Straight REDNECK BOY video on flint-wolf.com? Might just be my new favorite.” Said Jimbo, as he leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigarette.
“Really, what’s so special about it?” asked Billy, as he reappeared, carrying two cold beers.
Jimbo gave Billy an appreciative nod, snatching one of the beers from him. He took a long swig before speaking again, “Well, first off, it’s got a real authentic country feel to it. You know, the boy’s real name is just ‘Trey’, and he’s from some small-ass town in Georgia. He’s got that genuine redneck look, with his blue jeans, checkered shirt, and that badger tooth grin.”
“Sounds like he should be selling us all some moonshine or pesticides, not jerking his fat cock on camera.” Billy chuckled.
“And that’s the second thing – the kid’s got a nice cock, trimmedразиers, not too hairy, and when he starts jerking it to the cam, holy shit, he’s not holding back. No prim systematic stroking – he’s really going to town on it, twisting and yanking, like he hasn’t shot a hot load in weeks.”
“Sounds promising…” Billy replied, sitting now across from Jimbo, pouring himself a glass.
“Oh, but that’s not even the best part. See, in this video, they’re promising straightdot naked boys and edging, but the kid in the vid is clearly gagging for some dick. First, he just talks dirty, real deep, really dirty – making you imagine him up in your bedroom, or down in your basement.”
He took another long drag, then removed the cigarette, blowing out the smoke with a whistle. “But then, it just escalates straightcop from there. He’s got these violet dummy and yawning L quite clear. He’s taking deep, resigned breaths, like a man on trial.”
Now Billy’s interest was genuine. “Shit, are you saying the kid opens up for the camera?” He asked, half excited, half incredulous.
Jimbo grinned, leaning forward, “Not only opens up, son. He turns that country ass towards the cam and squirms it, like he’s aching to be filled. Next, the kid’s down on his knees, worshipping that faux dick, calling it ‘sir’, a real receptive bottom.”
Billy whistled, shaking his head in disbelief mixmash he took another sip. “I gotta see this. ‘Straight REDNECK BOY beautiful cumshot, great moaning jerk, flint-wolf.com’ – you got the link saved?”
Jimbo raised the free hand, holding two fingers up. “Trust me, I bookmarked it, made a mental backup on xtube, and saved the pics on yahoo. Kid’s a true gem, fucking up all the ‘straight’ expectations. Gushes out a massive load, too – using his own anal fluids like lube, deserve to hum the whole way through orgasm.”
Billy leaned back, a mirrored grin on his face. “Damn, always knew there was hustlin’ gayness under all the pickup trucks and hardtack. Glad he’s out in the open now.”
“Same here, brother,” Jimbo said, raising the beer bottle in a mock toast. “To the wide-eyed twink bastards, giving us everything we’ve been dreaming of, and then some.”
“Cheers.” Billy replied, and they clinked bottles together, each starting another comparison of masculine qualities, with an ever-so-subtle subtext of excitement, lingering behind.
