“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?
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.
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.
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.
The light adequately illuminated the landing between their rooms as Henry emerged to wash, his naked form highlighted in the flickering orange glow as he positioned the candle in its holder on the wall. Joseph quietly watched from his seat on the bed, insisting that they rise at dawn. “Is there such an urgent rush?” Henry asked, the cold wash cloth gliding down his pale stomach to the plump flesh hanging between his thighs, his hand cupping his sack and lifting before scrubbing behind the floppy mass of masculine appendage.
Henry chuckled softly, rubbing his dripping length slowly in his sticky hand as he watched Joseph’s prong purging a heavy load of masculine milk over the floor beneath him, his bearded face angled up for a moment to catch the last pumps of Henry’s juices leaving his dick while his own continued to expel what seemed to Henry to be a months-worth of lather
Joseph was silent, watching expressionless beside him as Henry’s foreskin slipped over the swollen round shape of his tip, his pale flesh bunching up into a spout before slowly easing back again to reveal the red bulbous head, seemingly juicy like the inside of a firm ripe fruit. Nectar seeped from between the little raised lips, a bead of clear liquid sitting atop his pecker wile his hand slowly moved up and down with lazy strokes.
Ronan watches on as man after man arrives around the supine target, their releases showering over the naked form while he accepts their anointment. Gradually, his own need for a final release swells beyond containment, his friends urging him forward, the men gathering around the figure to participate in the final horny act of the massive masturbation party. Despite the shots already delivered, Ronan is ready to end his first experience of a jack off club by adding yet more goopy mess to the body of an already soaked target!
Dr. Felipe Renier and Tice Miller arrive at the open door of the secure observation room, shocked by what they find. The Tactical Response Team they’d hoped would subdue the situation have become infected by the memetic powers of OBJECT-6476, abandoning their uniforms and engaging in the most lascivious acts! On the floor, seemingly unconscious, with a TRT member straddling him and continuing to rub their members together, is appears the facility might have another tragic incident on their hands…
