For some reason, it's always the rednecks who try to smuggle in prohibited defensive contraband. Maybe they really have it rough out in those rural trailer parks. At any rate, this guy should know better, because he's spent several stints in the House. Just when we thought he was straightening up and flying right, he disappoints us again. No matter, because it gave us a good chance to rip into that sweet juicy ass of his again. He flat out admitted that the blade was his, and before he knew it he was on his knees unzipping my buddy's pants. We both gave his throat a good clearing with our cocks, pretty much to the point where he was crying and slobbering all over himself. So far so good! I have him lie on the bed so I can get a good peak at his hole. That perky butt! To my surprise his hole wasn't l worn out - I guess he wasn't lying when he said he wasn't a sperm burper. Fine by us, we like 'em tight like prom night. I fucked him for a bit to warm him up, then the other House Manager let him have it with his anaconda. He screamed a lot and loud, but before too long he was riding that big fat cock like a champ. We ended up spit roasting him and giving him a load on each end: a perfect creampie and a sloppy jiiz-in-the-mouth finale. This little boy bitch is a complete loser, but damn if he ain't good for one thing.