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.
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.
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 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.
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.
