One on one: Simon vs. Tristan (revisited)

Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Sammy and Simon (click for pictures)

The two blue eyed boys smiled at each other.

Tristan, the 19 year old skater with the dusty blond hair, looked down at Simon. At 6’3” he was a whole lot taller than his opponent. He was wearing baggy blue jeans that were hanging so low that waistband of his plaid boxer shorts was visible. His t-shirt had a bright orange colour, and there was a large, colourful drawing on the front side.

I pointed at it and grinned. “Another one from your collection?”

Tristan turned his head and smiled at me. “Yeah, do you like it?”

I chuckled.

The drawing consisted of a large banana, partly unpeeled, so that the tip was exposed, and two extra-large brown hen’s eggs. The eggs’ shells had visible cracks in them that ran all from the top right to the bottom. A plain writing underneath the intriguing ensemble read, “Skate. Don’t think about tomorrow. You won’t have children, anyway.”

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