Sean Duran Deals with a Peeping Pervert in Zach Murphy on Young Perps

It’s Only Gay if You Ejaculate. Whoops.

The job of a mall security officer is a thankless one. There are so many different kinds of Young Perps and every one of them has a fucking attitude. Today’s case study likes to hang outside of women’s dressing rooms being creepy and weird. Mall Officer Not So Friendly does not approve and plans to “Teach Him a Lesson.”

It must be a mall with a minimal budget because all Sean Duran gets to identify himself as anything other than another piece of heavily tattooed rough trade is a t-shirt that says “Security” on the back. Nonetheless, it’s enough of a symbol of authority that he’s able to perp walk Zach Murphy into a large storage room with a conference table, chairs, file cabinets, and various currently unused business furnishings.

Zach hasn’t been accused of pilfering anything, which doesn’t mean it’s not sneeringly implied. His potentially criminal and unquestionably unnerving habit of lurking by the women’s dressing rooms has generated multiple complaints from freaked-out women, some with children who also found the situation distressing. This has the potential to be way worse than a simple matter of shoplifting, which is probably one of many reasons that Sean’s not polite or gentle with the accused.

It doesn’t take long for Zach to realize that Sean isn’t playing games. His behavior has been caught on camera, there are multiple complainants, and the Las Vegas Police Department is interested in the situation. It does not look good for our anti-hero, but it could look worse, which is why Sean leaves the room for an eternity to check for outstanding warrants. When he finally returns, Zach’s clean of priors. This is good. But the safety officer insists on taking some photos for identification means if a situation like this arises again. Given how many tattoos the thin young man has, that’s a lot of photos.

Before we go a word further, I have to say that Zach Murphy’s ass showcased in a pair of gray underpants is one of the things that make life worth living some days. It’s a delightful sight, potentially only eclipsed by the same ass without the underpants. Once those are off, we can begin to question the decision-making abilities behind his tattoos, which include a rainbow with fluffy clouds on his right ass cheek.

Sean finds his tattoos hilarious, although he’s one to talk. He snaps as much ink as he can get to, even looking under the boy’s balls in case there’s something lurking there. A hand in his ass cleft and some verbal humiliation serve as foreplay for what is yet to come.

The foreplay ends once Zach is bent forward and Sean’s mouth begins to inspect dark and moist places where the boy may have, I dunno, stashed a terrified child or modest female shopper. “Dude, what the hell does this have to do with a woman’s dressing room,” Zach asks for obvious reasons. “Oh, my God! Dude! That’s your mouth!”

It is, indeed, Sean’s mouth. Interrupted in its rimming activities, Sean’s mouth tells Zach that he should shut his and keep it shut. Sean has a job to do “for public safety.” As part of that noble goal, Sean mocks the peeper’s construction worker tattoo and proclaims it gay. Much more than digging his fingers into Zach’s hairy asshole and gripping his dangling balls before lapping at the thin white duke’s anal wrinkles. Zach continues to struggle and is warned that if he’d just cooperate things would be over much quicker. “Dude,” the kid replies in distress. “This is gay.”

If he thinks this is gay, he’s not going to know what to think of what’s on the horizon. And it happens fast when it happens. One moment he’s bent over the conference table protesting and the next moment there’s an erect cock moving in and out of his surprisingly receptive hole.

“Does this make me gay,” Zach frets aloud while Sean’s cock strokes his prostate. “Not yet,” is the reassuring reply. “Just you wait.” That sounds ominous. It should because the worst thing that can happen in such a situation winds up happening to Zach. He starts to enjoy himself. We certainly are, especially if we like increasingly hardcore shots of glorious cock-in-slicked-hole action, and really, who doesn’t?

Lest we forget that the otherwise mostly hairless Zach has a fuzzy fucking ass, there’s plenty of camera time to admire it once he’s on his back on the table. This can’t last forever, of course. Not when there’s a comfy chair for Sean to sit in while the now compliant Zach sucks his cock with soft slurping sounds. The same person who worried so much about things being “gay” does more than a fair job at knob polishing because Sean’s head leans back in pleasure and he begins playing with his nipples while moaning, all of which are generally good signs.

The goal here is supposed to be for Sean to “Teach Him a Lesson,” though, not give him a gold star for being attentive and showing improvement in his attitude. So, they move into spoon on the table with the help of some hip-saving cushions, and Zach does a totally “gay” thing. He doesn’t just dump a modest load on himself, he does it while his ass is being plowed by a muscular, heavily tattooed mall security officer. One good ejaculation deserves another, so Sean withdraws his cock from its warm hiding place and adds his own protein mix to the kid’s balls.

Sadly, none of this improves either of their moods in the long run. But this isn’t really about them, is it?

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