Fortunately, it’s a fashion accessory that quickly gets tossed to one side when the youngster steps out of the pool to hook up with blond fuck-buddy, Sven Laarson – a fellow who clearly doesn’t see the point in unnecessary attire given the speed with which he proceeds to slip out of his speedos just a few moments later.Of course, it’s a dangerous – some might say astute – move by Laarson given Hunt’s penchant for dick, and it’ll come as no surprise when we tell you that Hunt soon responds by getting his hungry, young mouth firmly wrapped around blondie’s swollen bell-end! Does Laarson object? Does he fuck! Instead, he lies back on his poolside lounger and savours every tongue-slurping, tonsil-chapping moment of the ensuing fellatio before graciously returning the favour a few minutes later on Hunt’s engorged knob. We’re not exactly sure why Chase Hunt insists on wearing a head-cap when he swims – he’s got cropped hair, after all – but maybe it’s something his mother drilled into him when he was growing up.
