I have to say, I honestly didn't expect it. It was a long day and I wasn't in the mood for anything. I opened the door and walked through the house without incident; that was, until I entered my bedroom.
This was a first. The nerve of the kid. In my house?!
And yet, there Taj was, fully naked except for the silver chain and white socks, lying face up on my bed. I saw cum on his lower stomach; he wailed on himself off there. His small dick was soft now. He was asleep. On my bed.
And the most outrageous thing: through his slightly spread legs, I saw a familiar object. A butt-plug, my butt plug, was in sticking out from his ass. I couldn't believe it.
I dropped my small suitcase in shock. Perhaps more frightened than I, Taj woke up with a start, trying to get his bearings. Quickly, though, a look of embarrassment came over him and he appeared to be trying to find some explanation.
"Uh, Mr. Jones," he said, sitting up now. Wincing a little, he took the butt-plug out of his orifice.
Kids, I thought. Taj had been a good one; at fifteen, he was anxious to make money and I helped out by having him mow the lawn. On this hot summer day, I'd asked him to do it again. I'd left my keys where I usually do so he could get my lawnmower from the house; his mother's had been broken for a few months. And this is what happened.
This was a first. The nerve of the kid. In my house?!
And yet, there Taj was, fully naked except for the silver chain and white socks, lying face up on my bed. I saw cum on his lower stomach; he wailed on himself off there. His small dick was soft now. He was asleep. On my bed.
And the most outrageous thing: through his slightly spread legs, I saw a familiar object. A butt-plug, my butt plug, was in sticking out from his ass. I couldn't believe it.
I dropped my small suitcase in shock. Perhaps more frightened than I, Taj woke up with a start, trying to get his bearings. Quickly, though, a look of embarrassment came over him and he appeared to be trying to find some explanation.
"Uh, Mr. Jones," he said, sitting up now. Wincing a little, he took the butt-plug out of his orifice.
Kids, I thought. Taj had been a good one; at fifteen, he was anxious to make money and I helped out by having him mow the lawn. On this hot summer day, I'd asked him to do it again. I'd left my keys where I usually do so he could get my lawnmower from the house; his mother's had been broken for a few months. And this is what happened.