Again I hate to admit it, but seeing the sand-and-sweat streaked boy come running from the forest, his dirty skin covered in pink splotches and red scrapes from things he’d run-into in the woods, well, it did it for me. I closed my eyes for just a second to regain control and felt my cock swell to full rigidity. By the time I’d opened my eyes, he’d stopped dead in his tracks. The dogs were still baying behind him and I was there in front of him. His whole body was shaking and I realized that he was sobbing. I could...
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