His prong throbbed again and he reached down, finally relenting and flicking the buttons to release his own desperate length. “The sluice we bought was a very wise investment” Henry was still talking, their conversation entirely unrelated to the pleasurable stroking the two were sharing between their bodies, displayed for Joseph to watch as he grasped his own thicker muscle and began to stroke.
The young man’s palms slipped over the pale flesh of Joseph’s buttocks, easing around to the front. Joseph looked down and chuckled as Henry’s hands found the mass of manly meat proud and ready, the heavy fat sack of testicles groped in one hand while the other slid along his thick length and rubbed over the exposed helmet. He savored the pleasure rushing through his body and knew it wouldn’t take long before his milk was erupting from deep within, but he didn’t want it to be over so quickly.
He ambled upward, his boots catching in the folds of material on the bed and almost tripping forward. Henry and Charles both reached out to grab his shoulders, bringing him closer. He stepped cautiously, careful to straddle the pretty Grace cautiously, his thick member thrusting into the shadowed well they were now creating with their bodies as their penises became a slippery mess of hardened warm meat, their juices pouring from their bulbous tips as they slid around and bumped together.
Joseph toyed with the fleshy head of his rod, his skin back and glistening with wetness, the pleasure arriving in waves. He wondered what she felt like, what Henry was thinking as he eased his naked prong back inside once more, just as slowly as the first slip within her welcoming hole. He knew the young man wouldn’t last long, but he was sure that he couldn’t either. He fought the urge to fully grab his member and rub it with speed, reluctant to succumb to release before anyone else had, but he knew he might not have a choice as the need to spill his seed quickly swelled inside him.
Their mess was everywhere and as Joseph’s welcomed release slowly eased he stared in disbelief at the mess he’d made. Henry’s cock was coated in their glistening wetness, the trail of hair from his navel to his upturned erection matted completely and drenched with his warm milk. The puddles of cum around their feet turned dark with the rock underneath, streaks and globs of thicker white spattered among them like starry constellations against the night sky.
Their eyes met again but this time it was absent the slight pang of shame he would normally have felt. Henry glanced down to the penis in Joseph’s grip and he displayed it, grabbing his solid tanned length by the root and making it wag in the air as he leaned slightly to one side. He felt the cool breeze wash over the bulbous wet end fully exposed, a dribble of clear juice easing down the underside of his tip.
“I shot quickly enough anyway, with Charles paying such attention to our spikes and rubbing us together the way he did!” he chuckled, looking at Joseph for a moment before turning back out to where the sun bathed the dusty ground and the threatening cacti poked from the earth. “It was fun with Elijah but Charles certainly knows a thing or two about enticing a big mess from pair of pricks. I never thought it would feel like that to rub another one”
Joseph felt a drip of juice flow down the inside of his thigh, his prong having swollen slowly since he’d caught sight of the first cards being displayed and the tempting posters on the walls. He looked back to the irrelevant page of the book he was holding, nothing more than a prop to allow him to seem distracted and busy. He wondered who young Henry was referring to. Had he really met with another to share Grace between them?
Joseph looked down to his dusty boots for a moment, checking while doing so that his cock wasn’t straining visibly beneath the snug material of his trousers. He was appreciative that his growing erection seemed less revealing than he’d feared, even though he could feel himself becoming more aroused with each passing second. His skin slipped back from his tip under the tight material as he kicked a stone forward. It had indeed been a surprise that morning in the shower. He’d rarely experienced such a pleasure, his penis unable to stop as his muck slung from his body in powerful bursts while the pleasure of release had engulfed him.
In a flash of pleasure the climax took hold, the first dribble of thick jism spilling from his crupper over the ground in front of his hairy knees. He was lost in the pleasure his frigger was delivering as the second eruption of hot milk burst forth with surprising power, splashing over the cards in front of him like a shower of wet bullets.
