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Darren basically trained me and Wayne for park life cruising. We met him back in '98. I was 17 at the time, and Darren was 22. He was hot. He picked me and Wayne up as two newbie twinks on the scene, shagged us and then took us cruising to show us the ropes and how to make some pocket money from the old lads down the park while having some fun ourselves. Just as Darren had been shown when he was fresh. It's a trade shared down though generations in rapid turnover. The older lads always go for the freshest boy meat. When you pass late 20s, you're no longer on the remunerated end; you're most likely paying out if you're looking for a pretty boy or hot twunk to do. Darren was a twunk. The old dudes couldn't get enough of him and he did very well money-wise. Him bringing us twinks along only added to his attraction for the older men cottaging, and so we took in good cash too. It's a trade that only lasts so long though.
Now, in 2024- 26 years after our debut -- me and Wayne are still occasionally lurking around the bushes looking to bust our nut with some fit lad together. But we're certainly not earning! Darren's often down there too. At 48, he's pretty knackered looking. A couple of decades of hard living and long nights have turned the mouth-wateringly fit young twunk into a pruned-out wreck. But, me and Wayne ain't much better!
So, we're down there in the park last Tuesday evening, all three of us. All the other usually older guys were cruising, but no fresh young meat, no pert young arses to worship. Only tired saggy old stock. Getting bored and still itching to bust it, Darren has offered me his own arse and as I'm banging the smelly old article, Wayne is standing side on, half watching us, half keeping an eye out for either danger or the longed for young talent, half-heartedly yanking his schlong.
Suddenly, a burst of mocking laughter rings out and we stop dead mid orgy. Turning to our left we see, making their way through the trees, a pair seriously fit scally twinks -- probably no more than 20. One blonde, one black haired and middle eastern looking.
"ha! Fookin' sick, man!" declares the blonde one as they both enter our little shaded clearing. "you old pervs make me sick! No fit arse `round yet tonight, Jay" he continues to the middle eastern lad, who seems the younger of the two.
I see instantly what's happening here. Blondie is breaking Jay in just as Darren had us back in our glory days at the fag-end of the `90s. Jay snickers.
I pull my dong out of Darren's middle aged chassis at the sight of far more appetising prospects. I flash it, waggling in the direction of the hot lads.
"ha! What you want us to do with that old fookin thing?" laughs blondie. "here, Jay, let's show these mingin' ol' pervs what they'll have to pay for "
With that, Jay turns and bends slightly as blondie pulls down his trakkies and reveals a perfect boy arse. Then blondie does the same, pulling his cheeks apart and flashing his sweet pucker at us. Wayne is first over to them. He gets down on all fours to get a whiff of the blonde's boyhole, but the latter swings round and slaps him across the face
"Not till we get candy daddy!" he laughs. He's trained and training well.
Having done the deal, all three of us get the goods. I end up squatting down, me own middle aged arse in Darren's face while I eat out Jay's succulent bussy and Wayne bangs blondie onside. We decorate the thicket with our combined spunk streams. Then, as a fitting (and requested) conclusion, the youngest, Jay pisses on old Darren. A traditional trade indeed.