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.
I’d been looking forward to all the guys, but as I gently sucked on his hard erection and tasted his juiced flooding over my tongue, with his rod twitching and his muffled groans reaching my ears, I remembered that while he was a great show off who loved sharing videos of himself jerking and blasting his hot cum, he’d never been sucked before. Not even his girlfriend had volunteered to slurp his dick for him.
An immediate cacophony of male voices called out from the gathering around the table, observers cheered while competitors raised their protests but continued to bring themselves to finish. Charles pumped his prong several times, his milky mess lassoing out across the cleared table as another competitor joined in with his own thick muck, the youngest attendee being the last to start erupting his own heavy gruel in a rapidly pumping explosion that led to more yells and shrieks from the gathered audience.
It was over, but Joseph’s prong was still evacuating the last of the mess he’d stored from the night before when he’d stubbornly insisted he wouldn’t stroke himself. Perhaps if he had indulged in that release he wouldn’t now be awkwardly reversing back to his room, his bare buttocks catching the breeze from the stairs leading down to the bakery, his cock still swollen and pumping the last of his load into the newly drenched wash cloth.
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.
