More often than not, Mr Knight would enter the clubhouse for a break and find Milo sitting primly on one of the large couch cushions. The baby-faced twink was adorable without much effort, but what got Bob right in the sweet-spot every time was the fact that Milo seemed to always be waiting for him. It was like the infatuated boy knew when Mr Knight was going on break. He could just sense it.
And for his part, Milo very much looked forward to their almost-daily encounters in the clubhouse. The adoring twink’s favorite part of the day, by far, was when Mr Knight would let his giant hands roam freely all over Milo’s miniature chest and abs. It was clear as crystal that the salivating giant could not get enough, and neither could Milo.
Moments after their typical make-out and groping session, the two comrades rabidly peeled one another’s clothes off their sweaty, heated bodies. Mr Knight wasted no time. He spit-lubed his throbbing cock (which was as big around and long as Milo’s arm), spun the boy around, and set right to impaling his favorite subordinate…
