I’d caught him one day when I was mucking around in there and had spied him through the Venetian blinds on the back window, happily invisible to him whilst he was on full display to me. I’d noticed him downing his clippers and removing his gloves, throwing them carelessly onto the lawn before undoing the cord on his pants and pushing them down to his knees, revealing a very beautiful cock and heavy smooth balls (did he shave them I wondered, and if so for whom?), all framed within an extraordinarily thick dark bush. Gay porn Some of the drips from his hood trickled down onto his scrunched up pants, but he didn’t seem to mind.Enjoying himself, he took his cock in his hand and waved it about like a sprinkler before holding it up (was it getting hard?) and watching as the piss arced like a fountain at Versailles, a few drops even splashing against the window.
