Herbert_50 is a no nonsense economical slab of fast trade. He's the hottest super sized power bottom ass in the biz. Never busier than at fifty, Herbert's dance card is filled from the choicest chicken clientele, to the executive electorate.
Always in demand and on the go, Herbert has tricking essentials pared down to a minimum traveling light and breezy often arriving at his “hook-up” destination, nude, lubed and de-pubed.
Keeping his large profitable ass fit and in shape involves a constant vigil of rigorous intense exercise, lunges, squats, jogs, butt lifts, butt spreads, butt ups, and butt plugs.
When Herbert finds time to relax he can usually be found in the parlor passionately probing his pricey pucker. Keeping it well oiled, stretched and primed for it’s next profitable performance.
Oh god. Oh. Ew. Oh god. Ew.
I'm gonna have nightmares.
Naughty_Boi circled the small advert in the newspaper. “Luxury flat to rent” It ticked all the right boxes. So why did he feel so lousy? It’s been six weeks since he had split up with his ex-boyfriend, he’d been sleeping on a friends’ couch ever since. Dumped and homeless, he was hardly the best houseguest. But then he decided to get his act together. So the following evening, he went to see the bedsit. When the landlord opened the door, Naughty_Boi’s eyes popped out on stalks. Tall, dark and handsome didn’t do him justice. He was gorgeous; the landlord introduced himself as Herbert and took Naughty_Boi on a tour of the house. Herbert showed him the flat, which was really the attic and not properly converted either. It was perfect for Naughty_Boi though, plus he got a handsome landlord thrown in for the price. He moved in the next day. Naughty_Boi couldn’t get the shower to turn on, so he knocked at Herbert’s door. I’ll get it fixed, he promised, you can use mine in the meantime “Shame you won’t be in there too” Naughty_Boi said licking his lips suggestively. The following morning Naughty_Boi popped downstairs, to use Herbert’s shower. “Good morning” Herbert said cheerily coming out of his bedroom in nothing but a white towel. “What a body” thought Naugthy_Boi? In the shower, instead of mooching over his ex-boyfriend, Naughty_Boi started daydreaming and masturbating over his new sexy landlord. The next morning, Herbert was waiting for Naughty_Boi to come out of his bathroom “Coffee” he asked, Naughty_Boi followed him into the kitchen, his nipples hard like chapel hat pegs. “I’ve fancied you ever since you came to look at the flat, Herbert confessed. “I feel the same,” said Naughty_Boi, “Make love to me now!” Naughty_Boi is finally over his ex and he’s moved downstairs to be with Herbert, he’s even thinking about getting a puppy. What will happen to Naughty_Boi’s old bedsit loft? Herbert has already taken care of things; he has someone calling round tomorrow evening. Meanwhile Down in the cellar, Herbert is busy digging a perfect square hole just large enough to fit a 3ft y 2ft cardboard box!
Poor Naughty_Boi he never gets a fair shake, first a porn star drop out and now the victim of Herbert_50 the hunky and unsuspecting serial Boi killer.