I’m guessing Jon has been talking to the other boys and decided he needed his own turn on the Rocky Cock Ride. Yeah, I know what the boys call me behind my back. It’s fine with me, as long as they remember who the boss is. If they act like they’ve forgotten, I give them a deep, hard pounding to remember. I take new boys nice and slow, though, just in case I’m the largest man they’ve given their ass up to.

Of course, I didn’t need to worry about that with Jon. Legrand is one of the few men who can match me. If anything, he might even be a bit larger. I wish I had been there to see him work his extra large pole into Jon’s little virgin hole. Anyway, I tried to remind Jon that he was Legrand’s son. He just said that his dad was too busy fucking the other boys to care what he did. Jon is certainly old enough to make his own choices, and that was all the green light I needed. Nothing gets me going quite like a cute young guy begging for it. I mean, with a dick like mine, it’s almost a civic duty to share it.

I pulled Jon onto my lap and started getting acquainted with his smooth, soft body. He has just enough muscles to be fit and substantial while still being slim, young and graceful. As much as I like to fuck, these boys are not just tight holes to dump a load in, although I'm happy to fill them up. No, they are works of art, four-course meals, fine scotch, to be enjoyed slowly, completely, deeply, from top to bottom. Damn! I do love those bottoms, though. As much as I’m sure Legrand has fucked it, he hasn’t wrecked Jon, yet. He’s still tight and sweet, but I love the challenge. I could tell it was going to take a lot of eating and fingering to get my cock into him. That was fine with me. It was past time for my afternoon snack, and I was feeling hungry.