Easter egg hunt (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!

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Easter preparations

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Chad, Leo, Simon, Danny, Sammy, Parker and Tristan (click for pictures)

I had prepared everything for a nice Easter themed party in German tradition: nice, old-fashioned wicker baskets filled with bright green, artificial grass and a variety of coloured hard-boiled eggs, chocolate eggs and jelly eggs were spread around our studio, with chocolate Easter Rabbits guarding them, and I had even baked a cake in the shape of a lamp. I was pretty satisfied with the results.

I had scheduled our party for 10 a.m. so we’d have a nice brunch – I had organized that, too – and a few hours of party time.

It didn’t take long for the guests to arrive. Unfortunately some of our models weren’t able to make it, so we weren’t as many people as I had hoped we’d be.

My cameraman Chad was there, dressed in jeans and a shirt, looking very handsome as usual, albeit a bit hung over. Apparently he had partied heavily with some girl yesterday night, so now he was quaffing off a few glasses of water and trying to look dignified… Actually he was looking even hotter in this state, with his three day stubble and the ‘I don’t want to be here’ expression on his face…

Black haired skaterboy Leo had brought two of his friends, blond Tristan and redhead Sammy. All of them were wearing their trademark sagging jeans, sneakers and t-shirts. Tristan’s t-shirt had a strange picture on it. Obviously it had been tempered with. It showed an eggcup, but instead of an egg it had one – slightly hairy – testicle in it. It looked outright bizarre. Next to the cup there was a metal spoon and above the picture a small writing read “Happy Easter!”

I pointed at the t-shirt and grinned at Tristan. “Custom-made?”

“Nah”, Tristan replied. “I bought it on the internet. But I bought it just for today… Like it?”

I laughed. “Yeah…”

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