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.
Joseph toyed with the fleshy head of his rod, his skin back and glistening with wetness, the pleasure arriving in waves. He wondered what she felt like, what Henry was thinking as he eased his naked prong back inside once more, just as slowly as the first slip within her welcoming hole. He knew the young man wouldn’t last long, but he was sure that he couldn’t either. He fought the urge to fully grab his member and rub it with speed, reluctant to succumb to release before anyone else had, but he knew he might not have a choice as the need to spill his seed quickly swelled inside him.
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?
