My eyes returned to the subject of our shared fascination. Leigh was still pumping his big penis in his hand, still breathing in the smells of his friend’s cock and balls. The dribble of pre hanging from his tip had fallen to the floor in front of him and I could see the streak of wetness like a fiber optic cable catching the light. His immense scrotum swung with the work of his fist, just as our fists worked on our respective tools while we gawped at 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.
Premier League football player Leigh Christian has a secret, one that two 19-year-old assistant grounds-keepers at the Brannagan Sports Complex are about to discover while working late in the old locker room building.
I was picturing the scene in my mind, her pretty blue eyes gazing up with lust while her mouth was stuffed with two big penises, her red lips stretched around the pink lengths invading her gob, her hands wrapped around their shafts and tugging them deeper into her mouth where their meat rubbed wetly together. Did I want to be in a scene like that? I’d never considered it before, but the way Anastasia was describing it I could think of nothing I would rather experience.
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.
“Sallach inspected the ample length, now visibly longer and thicker than it had been upon first exposure. The cock twitched involuntarily and Gabe closed his eyes briefly, almost willing his dick to immediately return to a fully limp state. Sallach’s thumb and fingers held the growing shaft just above the foreskin and eased back, slipping the sheath of thin hood away from the fattening rosy red bell-shaped end.”
“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.
Almost all of his masturbation sessions had been in the shower, but now he knew it was by necessity rather than habit. He remembered numerous moments with friends when he’d fallen silent while they talked about their wanking habits, their use of boxer shorts or socks to collect or clean up the mess. He remembered thinking that seemed odd, and unnecessarily messy.
