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.
As soon as I’d touched that cock for the first time I wanted more, and when Terry’s big dong arrived right in front of Ian’s I slipped along and grabbed that, too, feeling his heat filling my hand, enjoying the pliable hardness in my fist. I let go of it for just a moment and they came in together, their cocks side-by-side. I grasped them both, struggling to fit both their thick shafts in my hand but managing to at least grab around the tops of their combined erections. “Can I feel yours?” Ian asked.
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.
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.
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.
“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?
He knew the three had seen him enter, he could see a reflection of light on the spectacles of the older gentleman as he looked up to cautiously observe the large shadow of the arrival now watching their games from a discreet distance. The older man was around Joseph’s age, a bearded gentleman with wide shoulders under his cotton shirt. Mrs. Bank’s crouched between him and his younger friend, her hands wrapped around two generous nobs as she lapped them both, welcoming one between her lips for a moment before turning to the other prong and delivering the same
Joseph’s penis ached with the need for release. He’d somehow managed to fight the urge the previous night and slipped into sleep but now it was dripping wet as he groped the thick shape in his grip, his hat still positioned in front of him as he peered through the gap and watched the young men quietly talking, showing each other their pale lengths while they compared their appendages to each others, and to the men seen in the images.
