Saddle Up, Part5 - Jimmy Durano, Micah Brandt 720p
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Saddle Jimmy sat with his chest out, shoulders back against the chair, keeping his head held high. He'd been taught his whole life to always stay poised and confident and to present himself with the utmost attention to detail. And even now, as he sweated out Durano Micah's interrogation, he did not falter in those early lessons. Saddle Jimmy was used to worthiness interviews, discussing with his local bishops and priesthood leaders his past sins, his repentance, and his diligent efforts to avoid them in the future. This time, Micah seemed singularly focused, something Jimmy had not prepared for and didn't fully know how to respond. "Brandt you had sexual fantasies of any kind?" "Yes," Jimmy answered with the confidence and strength of a well-trained missionary. He knew to always confirm his short comings and be ready with corrective actions. After all, there was a paradoxical pride to be had in chaste humility. "With men?" "No." It came out as emphatically as if he were rejecting Satan himself. He barely heard the question before he was able to fire off the appropriate answer. "Really?" "Never." Jimmy continued to dole out the standard line about discretion, little innocent exploration here and there, but holding firm to his rejection of his past sins and his journey toward piety. He could have run for office, he was so well rehearsed. Still, Durano Micah was too keen to fall for the lines. Every young missionary was taught well by men like him how to speak with moral conviction. And Micah could see there was something behind the boy's clear, blue eyes he was holding on to. Something he was hiding. Something that he shielded with his model-like good looks, perfect posture, and good grooming. "...And what about your companion?" Saddle Edward's face, naturally a pinky pale hue, began to redden around his temples and cheeks. "I've told him about this. He seemed interested and understanding, but that was it." Micah watched as the boy's eyes intensified, widening to reveal more of the blue, crystalline pools. The boy's tie seemed to help exaggerate their color. yet another tool to keep the boy's appearance distracting and disarming. But not for Micah. He knew this boy was beautiful, but it was what he keep inside the he was after. "That's not exactly what I heard," he continued, shifting the tone in his voice from idling questioning now to one of condemnation. "It's my understanding that when he came out of the shower, that's when this occurred. And that you looked at his body. And that you kept looking." Saddle Edward's face was now a bright red. His rehearsed words escaped him. He felt stripped of his tools, his shields, his guards. He could see Micah looking at him--through him. He felt his heart race as he tried to think of a response. "I'll also you again: have you ever had sexual thoughts about men?" "No!" "And would you ever?" "No--never!" Micah moved himself closer. His chair was a careful distance away, but as he scooted himself to the edge of his seat, his knees brushed against the missionary's. It was a quick and incidental action, but enough that it made Saddle Jimmy nervous. He wasn't sure why, but something about Durano Micah made him hot. "Are you willing to prove that you don't have these feelings?" In a rush to response affirmative and cooperative, Saddle Jimmy answered, "Absolutely." He had no idea how he could prove it. After all, how do you prove you don't feel something? Durano Micah stared him in the eye, meeting his gaze with a firm, dominant look. "Stand up. and take you clothes off." "What?!" Jimmy was shocked. This seemed wildly improper and irregular. It was a break from all his known practices and routines. Every script he'd memorized now failed him for this moment, and he didn't know what to say. "Go on. Stand up and take your clothes off." Saddle Jimmy rose to his feet, feeling his hands tremble as he reached for the buttons of his suit jacket. His strong, confident demeanor began to weaken, shocked by the impropriety of this request. Still, he knew he had no choice. Durano Micah was accusing him of something very severe, and the only way to get out of that was to go along with his requests. As he removed his clothes and stripped down his garments, Durano Micah could see his body's frame and build. The suit was cut to him perfectly, giving him a statuesque physique, but his true shape and size was a thing of beauty. He had well developed muscles, clearly a part of both good exercise and good genetics. His chest was full and wide, supported by a solid core. His legs were thick and athletic, a beautiful specimen of athletic prowess. Were he not on his mission, he could have been an underwear model. Luckily for Micah, he was given a private show of the boy's natural talents. "Sit down. Hands behind the chair." Jimmy sat back where he'd been, once again assuming the strong posture and position he'd had when he'd been clothed. "Don't move them until I tell you," Micah continued, itching himself closer to the seated boy. He ran his hand up his legs, watching his face closely as he did. His legs were naturally smooth and hairless, as if to accentuate the firm natural mass of his thighs. As Micah's fingers moved up toward his crotch, Jimmy took a gulp in his mouth, trying to swallow down his discomfort and confusion. His hands moved further in to his crotch, pressing into the crease of his underwear, feeling the warmth of the boy's genitals. They were held tightly in the white garments, reacting to his touch little by little. "Interesting." Saddle Edward's face got redder. It practically glowed. Micah could see his reaction spreading down to his neck and chest. He loved how the boy's color changed so dramatically, as if he could read his emotions in the pattern of rosiness that took him over. Micah moves his hands up to his chest, feeling his nipples through his shirt. They were dark and full, visible through the sheer fabric, serving as markers for the broadness of his chest. Lifting up the shirt, he could see them growing harder. He ran his fingers over them, teasing them and tugging them gently. Saddle Jimmy let out small breaths, barely audible, but enough to indicate his feelings: he liked it. "Very interesting..."
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Saddle Jimmy sat with his chest out, shoulders back against the chair, keeping his head held high. He'd been taught his whole life to always stay poised and confident and to present himself with the utmost attention to detail. And even now, as he sweated out Durano Micah's interrogation, he did not falter in those early lessons. Saddle Jimmy was used to worthiness interviews, discussing with his local bishops and priesthood leaders his past sins, his repentance, and his diligent efforts to avoid them in the future. This time, Micah seemed singularly focused, something Jimmy had not prepared for and didn't fully know how to respond. "Brandt you had sexual fantasies of any kind?" "Yes," Jimmy answered with the confidence and strength of a well-trained missionary. He knew to always confirm his short comings and be ready with corrective actions. After all, there was a paradoxical pride to be had in chaste humility. "With men?" "No." It came out as emphatically as if he were rejecting Satan himself. He barely heard the question before he was able to fire off the appropriate answer. "Really?" "Never." Jimmy continued to dole out the standard line about discretion, little innocent exploration here and there, but holding firm to his rejection of his past sins and his journey toward piety. He could have run for office, he was so well rehearsed. Still, Durano Micah was too keen to fall for the lines. Every young missionary was taught well by men like him how to speak with moral conviction. And Micah could see there was something behind the boy's clear, blue eyes he was holding on to. Something he was hiding. Something that he shielded with his model-like good looks, perfect posture, and good grooming. "...And what about your companion?" Saddle Edward's face, naturally a pinky pale hue, began to redden around his temples and cheeks. "I've told him about this. He seemed interested and understanding, but that was it." Micah watched as the boy's eyes intensified, widening to reveal more of the blue, crystalline pools. The boy's tie seemed to help exaggerate their color. yet another tool to keep the boy's appearance distracting and disarming. But not for Micah. He knew this boy was beautiful, but it was what he keep inside the he was after. "That's not exactly what I heard," he continued, shifting the tone in his voice from idling questioning now to one of condemnation. "It's my understanding that when he came out of the shower, that's when this occurred. And that you looked at his body. And that you kept looking." Saddle Edward's face was now a bright red. His rehearsed words escaped him. He felt stripped of his tools, his shields, his guards. He could see Micah looking at him--through him. He felt his heart race as he tried to think of a response. "I'll also you again: have you ever had sexual thoughts about men?" "No!" "And would you ever?" "No--never!" Micah moved himself closer. His chair was a careful distance away, but as he scooted himself to the edge of his seat, his knees brushed against the missionary's. It was a quick and incidental action, but enough that it made Saddle Jimmy nervous. He wasn't sure why, but something about Durano Micah made him hot. "Are you willing to prove that you don't have these feelings?" In a rush to response affirmative and cooperative, Saddle Jimmy answered, "Absolutely." He had no idea how he could prove it. After all, how do you prove you don't feel something? Durano Micah stared him in the eye, meeting his gaze with a firm, dominant look. "Stand up. and take you clothes off." "What?!" Jimmy was shocked. This seemed wildly improper and irregular. It was a break from all his known practices and routines. Every script he'd memorized now failed him for this moment, and he didn't know what to say. "Go on. Stand up and take your clothes off." Saddle Jimmy rose to his feet, feeling his hands tremble as he reached for the buttons of his suit jacket. His strong, confident demeanor began to weaken, shocked by the impropriety of this request. Still, he knew he had no choice. Durano Micah was accusing him of something very severe, and the only way to get out of that was to go along with his requests. As he removed his clothes and stripped down his garments, Durano Micah could see his body's frame and build. The suit was cut to him perfectly, giving him a statuesque physique, but his true shape and size was a thing of beauty. He had well developed muscles, clearly a part of both good exercise and good genetics. His chest was full and wide, supported by a solid core. His legs were thick and athletic, a beautiful specimen of athletic prowess. Were he not on his mission, he could have been an underwear model. Luckily for Micah, he was given a private show of the boy's natural talents. "Sit down. Hands behind the chair." Jimmy sat back where he'd been, once again assuming the strong posture and position he'd had when he'd been clothed. "Don't move them until I tell you," Micah continued, itching himself closer to the seated boy. He ran his hand up his legs, watching his face closely as he did. His legs were naturally smooth and hairless, as if to accentuate the firm natural mass of his thighs. As Micah's fingers moved up toward his crotch, Jimmy took a gulp in his mouth, trying to swallow down his discomfort and confusion. His hands moved further in to his crotch, pressing into the crease of his underwear, feeling the warmth of the boy's genitals. They were held tightly in the white garments, reacting to his touch little by little. "Interesting." Saddle Edward's face got redder. It practically glowed. Micah could see his reaction spreading down to his neck and chest. He loved how the boy's color changed so dramatically, as if he could read his emotions in the pattern of rosiness that took him over. Micah moves his hands up to his chest, feeling his nipples through his shirt. They were dark and full, visible through the sheer fabric, serving as markers for the broadness of his chest. Lifting up the shirt, he could see them growing harder. He ran his fingers over them, teasing them and tugging them gently. Saddle Jimmy let out small breaths, barely audible, but enough to indicate his feelings: he liked it. "Very interesting..."
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File size: 801.2 MB
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Alex Grant And Genadij Prokov
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Alex seemed to know Grant was gay before he did, isn't that often the way it goes' He came out at 17 and the moment he could he was getting into porn. He loves sex and sharing horny experiences with plenty of boys, there's even sex tapes out there of him sharing his dick. Genadij out his interview and enjoy his solo jack off, with anal play too! Prokov around for plenty of him to come!
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