Team Reward, pt. 12 (m/t, anal, oral, HS) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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TEAM REWARD
12
"I'm sure these chem notes are somewhere round here"
Tony Mallone's room was a mess, with papers and clothes strewn everywhere. Tony shuffled through the clutter looking for the notes Larry Warren had leant him. All the while, the buff halfback stood there examining his friend's room when he noticed something - a definite smell of sex filling the air. Looking down, he saw the floor covered in used condoms.
"Fuck, Tony!" he said half-admiringly, "there must be three months worth of rubbers on the floor!"
Tony looked up distractedly and then registering what his teammate said, cast his attention to a spent sheath resting by his shoe. "Un, yeah, well actually, it's a week's worth." His proud smile revealed those marvelous white teeth.
Larry figured there had to be at least 25 in sight. "You're shitting me."
"Honest to god, Warren." He cupped his crotch and gave a playful grope. "Kim can't get enough Mallone meat. And, of course, I can't ever get enough fucking."
The halfback stood silent for a second admiring the sophomore's lean jock bod, and recalled the long, uncut slab he saw in the lockerroom.
"I guess you can't, big guy. What do your parents think? They don't mind you bringing her up to your room?"
"Nah, they don't care what I do. As long as I keep up my grades, stay out of trouble and keep up with football, they let me do what I want."
"Cool," Larry thought out loud. He looked again at the strewn rubbers and shook his head in disbelief. "What the fuck are you doing now that Kim's out of town?"
"Go crazy, I guess," Tony laughed.
Larry looked at Tony's jeans, which tighted in the crotch around his massive meat. The athlete nodded down to below Tony's waist. "Want me to take care of that for you, buddy?"
"Man, Warren. I know you and the other guys on the team go in for that shit... and it's cool, but hell, I'm not into all that."
Larry flushed when he thought of the hot action he'd had with his teammates. "Yeah, I guess we get pretty crazy sometimes. Hell, we're horny just like you, Mallone." He paused then continued. "Come on, how about giving it a try. Just a quick, clean suck job. None of the other guys are here, it's just you and me, bud."
"You really want my dick, dontcha Warren? That's why you watched me pump it this afternoon after practice."
"Yeah, Tony. It's a huge fucker. I'd love to suck that baby dry - fuck, I don't need anything in return, just ten, fifteen minutes chomping on your long sausage."
Tony began unbuttoning his jeans. "All right, Warren, let's see if you can handle this piece of meat." His friendly smile had transformed into a leering grin.
"Goddamn!" Larry muttered as he sank to his knees. In front of him appeared that giant erection he'd craved for months now. The one he'd seen shoot in the Jackson High lockerroom just an hour ago. There it was, fully hard and upright again.
Tony turned his torso, temporarily withdrawing his dick from Larry's gaze before returning. Mallone's hand held a latex ring, which he was deftly unrolling onto his megacock. "Let's add one to the collection," he said in a deep voice.
"Don't really need one o..." Larry's words were cut off by the head of an oversized Italian dick pushing past his lips. At first the latex tasted awful and dry, but once the flared head rubbed the back of his throat, gathering mucus and spit on its tap, something deep inside the halfback clicked and a torrent of teen sex hormones flooded his muscled body. Pushing his head forward, the athlete opened his jaw wide and felt his gullet dilate to take more and more of Tony's prick. Soon all ten inches were stuffed inside his mouth and Larry felt his hardon surge, trapped in his shorts. This was definitely what he wanted.
With a soft but commanding touch, Tony pushed Larry's head against his crotch, held it there a few seconds then pulled it away. All the way. Tony was going to long dick his teammate. In he plunged, filling Larry's throat to capacity and then some. Larry started to gag but quickly suppressed the feeling, channeling his horniness into an intense effort to open up, suck Mallone right in. He was sucking so hard that Tony's backstroke created a vacuum making both men moan at the intense and unexpected feeling.
"Goddamn," Tony muttered. "Eat that cock, Warren." The pace remained slow but deep and intense. Even through the rubber Larry could feel Tony's pulse quicken from the veins that ran along his hard shaft. Once again he hit base savoring Tony's dark pubes against his shaven chin.
"Tony? Tony?" It was Mallone's mother calling up the stairs. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
"All right Mom!" the athlete shouted out, right before he looked down at Larry and pounded his cock in real good and unleashing a nice, fresh load into the rubber. Larry could feel the sheath ball up in the back of his throat. God, just an hour since he shot and here comes another full ejaculation.
Mallone withdrew his massive staff and stripped off the condom, tossing it on the floor with the rest. "Thanks, man," he breathed before letting Larry lick up the fresh jock juice covering his cock.
Trent Sullivan had resisted. Even now, he clenched every muscle of his powerful stocky body, trying to get a hold of himself, of his senses swirling out of control. Around him was the heat and moisture of the Jackson High lockerroom, but there was more. About twenty hardbodied teens shared this tight, intimate space with the burly businessman. Sharing his lust; it was like their energy was feeding off his, going straight to his hardon that bobbed obscenely between his hairy legs.
A strong athletic hand grabbed his sensitive nutsac, while another ran up and down his hairy thigh. They were Fitzgerald's. The star QB was really working on Trent now. The man felt faint with horniness as Tim kept his cute jock face buried deep in Trent's wet, hot ass crevice, lapping away at near virgin territory. Getting it wet enough to plow.
Yeah, Trent had resisted getting fucked. He'd been screwed a couple of times, back when he served in the army. His buddies had always seemed to love it when Trent shoved his hard rod up their tail, but whenever the tables were turned, Trent felt nothing but pain. He took the fuckings like a man, gritted his teeth, but there was no pleasure in them.
Now something felt different. The businessman was all hot inside, hot all over his body. He watched various members of the Jackson High football team coupled in pure, unabashed sex. Peter Marks was on his knees sucking Jake Redman's fat monster. Frank Myers lay back on the tile floor while a hunky sophomore sat down on his prick. Young athletes standing in front of him, jerking their own cocks or each others, writing against each other as mouths met mouths and hands clasped at pectoral muscles sore from practice. Groans of young teen lust filled the lockerroom.
Trent was watching all of this, thinking nothing could get hotter, til something happened. The men started turning their attention to him. Even through the steam, Trent could feel their stares, make out the eyes widened in heat. Then he felt the quarterback's taut form pressed up against his back. The kid was nice and smooth, nothing between his tight chest and ab muscles and Trent's powerful back. Hot clammy football player hands ran up and down his sides and hairy torso. And a large, hard prick nestled in his asscrack. God, Trent thought, that dick had to be the wettest he'd ever felt. He didn't know if it was lube or spit or just the moisture from the steam room, but Tim Fitzgerald's meat was slippery as hell, moving back and forth in Trent's tight crevice with ease.
At that moment, one athlete stepped up to Trent's meaty bod. It was Glen Carson, Trent's morning suck buddy. Both men stared at each other, their bodies covered in a sheen of moisture. The second stringer placed his hands on Trent's hairy pecs and tweaked the slick nipples. "I'm next," he mouthed, before meeting Trent's open mouth with his own.
Trent wondered what Glen meant til he felt Fitzgerald's prick push itself against his tight ass ring, then plow right in. His body seized up and he tried to clench at the invader with his sphincter. Only the star athlete's cock was too fucking wet, it just pushed on, claiming inch after inch of the stud businessman's ass.
Trent moaned into the other athlete's mouth, but this wasn't one of his army fucks. This felt fucking fantastic. It was like he was being jacked off from the inside out. Tim's long dick pushing in and out, massaging his innards. Trent wondered why he'd held out so long. He wondered if it always felt this great. Then Tim began really thrusting, pulling his cock nearly out, then shoving back in - hard but precise - and every thought that Trent Sullivan was thinking was quickly fucked out of him, replaced with sensations of dick and ass and hard athlete flesh.
The fucker's teammates were now gathered around the men, running their jock hands over Trent, watching, encouraging the two. One by one, his chest hairs were tickled and pulled by jock fingers eager to feel this businessman hunk all over. Glen Carson was now fully in his arms while Tim fucked him deep and steady from behind. He kissed his fuck buddy, ran his hands along his meaty jock bod, thinking, imagining, and now expecting Carson's body on top of him, behind him, or wherever, fucking the shit out of him. It was like a chemical high spreading over him, heightened with each dick thrust. Trent was surrendering to a thorough shafting. His hands clenched at Glen's bare skin as he felt his nut coming on. Then he realized something wet on his cock. One of the athletes was sucking his dick, deep throating all of his thick meat. It was too much; he gripped Glen's body as Tim's pounded into his backside. And he gave it up, nice thick juicy ropes of fine business hunk semen fired into some jock's gullet.
Mr. Sullivan had no idea where he was while his head was swimming in its orgasmic haze, but when he began to register his surroundings, he heard Carson grunt something to Fitzgerald. "Come on, buddy, let's see if we can fuck a second load outta this man."
Playfully, Trent reached down and grabbed Glen's throbbing hardon, squeezing it tightly. He spoke up to the young athletes but not in protest.
"Come on, boys, let's continue this party at my place." A cheer erupted in the Jackson High steam room.
Mike White, Jr. loved the feel of beefy cornerback John Henderson's body lying on top of him. The promising football recruit rested his arms, still tired from practice, on top of the State U. athlete's heaving back. The back was like Henderson's body in general - hard, gridiron-sculpted muscle yet with the extra padding that let him play.
Neither man spoke, each was too worked up by the heat of their coupling, each too much into the sensation of touch and hardbody contact. Mike was being driven wild from the inside out, as Henderson's sizeable member probed his bowels, impacting his oversexed prostate over and over again. The young Jackson High star was delirious with desire, licking at any inch of football jock flesh he could get his mouth on.
Not an easy task, considering that Henderson's weight and mass had him pinned down against the bed mattress as he pounded away at the kid's open ass. John hadn't fucked his way into a jock ass this warm and tight in a long time. He wanted to savor it, to luxuriate in every contour and grip of White's colon on his prick. But he was too into this fuck. He just held White down and screwed him with deep, deliberate, smooth thrusts. "Mmmph," was about all he could say as his face was buried in the crook of the running back's neck, biting and chewing on the exquisite young muscle.
At this rate, it didn't take long for either man to blow his gasket.
"Mike, man, you're incredible. Got one fucking fantastic butt." He fucked his spent cock inside Mike's ass. John's prick was deflating, but it still had some length and hardness left. Mike cooed in a deep purr as the two reveled in their post-coital bliss. At last, John's cock plopped out and Mike was noticeably disappointed. Even after his ass had been shafted by Coach's monstrous cock, his host's prick had filled him up so well.
His disappointment was short lived as John moved down the bed. He pulled Mike's thighs apart, then lowered his head. Seeking the heat and fresh wetness of White's hole, he leaned forward, lapping at the sensitive skin on the inside of the running back's thighs. Mike moaned and spread his legs further.
At the first lap of Henderson's tongue against Mike's freshly fucked jock cunt, Mike's cock sprung back to life. This stud was not only man enough to take his ass and fill him to the brim with State U. ballplayer cum, he was horny enough to get down there and lick it all the fuck up. And that's what he proceded to do, lapping at the folds of White's sphincter, which hadn't fully closed up from the day's deep-dick fucks. With a flittering motion, his tongue teased the jock ring that had been fucked into submission. White twisted his upper body as he tried to grind his butt into Henderson's college-stud face.
John pulled back, looking up into Mike's lust-ridden face, his own visage covered in jock spit and thick, shiny cum. "Goddamn, guy," he growled. "I could fucking eat this ass all night." Leaning forward, he lapped a gob of sperm that clung to White's puckered ring.
Mike moaned in heat while his new buddy and future teammate serviced his hole. "Fuck, John, have it. I'm not going anywhere."
John grinned, as an evening of intense buttsex that potentially awaited him flashed through his mind. Then, dropping the running back's legs, he crawled up on top of the hunky high school athlete, running his hands up the length of the teen muscle and planting his lips squarely on Mike's.
"Mmmhphh," he moaned into White's hungry mouth. Pulling away he stared down on this kid, his conquest from the lockerroom that had made the misery of practice worthwhile. He'd have to thank Coach Pierson personally for this. "Actually, Mike, a few buddies of mine are going to a party in a little while. Thought I'd bring you along, show you what campus life is like here at State."
The disappointment showed in Mike's face. "All right, John. But, you know, I wouldn't mind just spending our time here." His arms rubbed up and down John's meaty back.
"Shit, me neither, bud. But I promise you, there should be plenty of action for the both of us at this party. Besides..." he said curling and biting his lip, "you wouldn't want me to disobey one of Coach's orders, do ya?"
"Fuck no," Mike said as the two men laughed, their bodies intertwined and slick with runny cum.
Larry Warren sat at the Mallones' dinner table, his boyish face flush and his heart pounding. Dinner had been an endurance test for him. To his right sat his friend and teammate Tony, whose dark looks never failed to get his juices flowing. The taste of the sophomore's cum still lingered, if not on his palette then in his memory.
On his left was Tony's beefy dad Hal. The halfback thought back to that heated fuck in the steam room, how Hal had walked up and pressed his body right against his back, how it had only been a matter of minutes before Hal's thick hardon was spearing its way past Larry's jockclad buttcheeks.
Larry was relieved that Hal had played it cool when he came home from work and found the halfback at his dinner table. He acted like he had never met Larry before and made sure to welcome his son's new friend into his home.
Only Larry knew good and well Hal remembered him. Throughout the whole meal, he felt the elder Mallone's hand touch his, the strong leg press against his own. All this beneath the table while the others continued their conversation unaware. At one point even, Hal grabbed Larry's left and guided up to his crotch. It was hard as steel.
"That was great, hon." Hal pulled his chair back from the table and absently patted his belly as if to show how stuffed he was. Only instead of a large belly there was nothing but a firm abdomen ripping under the T-shirt. "I think I'm going to go out to my workroom and try to get some progress on those cabinets."
He stood up and immediately Larry could see the bulge in the workman's jeans. It was thick and long and snaked down his right leg. Hal bent down and gave his wife a quick kiss, then turned to face Larry and his son. "Excuse me, gentlemen..."
It was only ten minutes later when, after the two boys helped their mother with the dishes, Tony announced he had a load of homework to do and that he would give Larry a call to see what he was doing this weekend after the game. Larry smiled inwardly, hoping that Tony would want a repeat blow job, but outwardly he just said sure, and bid goodbye to Mrs. Mallone.
Larry rounded the corner to the Mallones' garage. A sole low-hanging fluorescent light illuminating the workroom peeked through the cracked door. Carefully, Larry pushed it open and saw what he expected: Hal sitting in front of a work table, his T-shirt pulled up to show his powerful, hairy barrel chest and his jeans undone to allow the thick hard Mallone dad dick to stick up proud and ready. That cock was already greased and Hal's hand stroked slowly up and down its length. The minute the jock appeared fully in the room, the man began a quick jerking motion.
"Good to see you again, kid." The low lighting made his torso muscles seem even harder and his dick, if possible, seem even fatter.
"Yeah," Larry croaked, horny in the sight of this construction worker god bared in his masculinity before him. Hungrily, he gripped the bottom of his T-shirt and peeled it up over his head.
Hal moaned when he saw the powerful teen jock build. He'd almost forgotten what a great body Larry had on him. "You're hot as shit kid," he said, still flogging away at his dick.
Larry grinned in satisfaction at the compliment then his face returned to a look of lust. The dirty-blonde athlete sucked in a breath and began taking off his shorts. "You turn me on, sir. Turn me on big time."
As if to demonstrate his words, his teen hardon sprung up at a rigid 45 degree angle, unmovable as a crowbar. Hal jacked off harder.
With his other hand, the burly man reached for a bottle sitting on his work table. He tossed it to the athlete. "Here kid. Lube yourself up. Get your jock cunt ready, boy."
"Ah shit!" Larry moaned as his hand reached behind him to apply the cool gel to his anus. The tight hole opened right up and let his finger poke in.
"What is it, stud?" Hal asked suggestively.
"Your goddamned dick. It's gonna stretch me, man."
"Shit, that's the idea. You're gonna ride me, Larry, and get that fuck you've been wanting for a week now. That butt's too beautiful kid, it just needs to get fucked."
"Yessir." Larry took a few steps toward the beefy older man.
"Yeah... that's it. Now - sit on daddy's dick."
Larry lifted his leg and straddle the seated Mr. Mallone. The man's dick felt hard and heavy against his backside. The two men's eyes met and both gurgled an exclamation of desire at the same time.
The minute Mallone's fat cock head touch his sphincter, Larry lowered his jock body down, guiding inch after fat inch of amazing dick into his cunt.
"Yeah, kid. Hot as shit..."
Trent opened his fridge while dialing his cell phone. He pulled out a few cold beers and searched for an opener. Three athletes came into the kitchen after him. A couple were already removing their shirts.
"Jack? It's me, Trent. Look buddy, you gotta come over... Right now. Got half the team coming over for a little party... Cause I hadn't really planned to, bud. Just stopped by the school after work... Yeah, well you know what a horndog I've been lately Jack... Yeah, I got a few of the guys here already, more are coming. Fuck! One of them's unzipping me now, shit Jack he's sucking me off..."
It was Frank Myers going to town on Trent's thick hardon. He hadn't tasted the prick before and was excited to be eating this business stud's cock. Meanwhile Glen Carson stood at Trent side's sipping one of the beers and watching his teammate gobble dick. He played with Trent's nipple through his dress shirt.
"...he's fucking incredible. Look, Jack, just come over. Yeah, I knew you would. See you soon, bud."
Now Glen was guiding Frank's talented mouth up and down Trent's shaft.
"That feels amazing, guys. Only I need something more than a blowjob now. Frank, you think I can take a raincheck? I got some unfinished business with Glen here."
The hairy senior stood up and began pulling down his practice shorts. "No problem, sir." His hardon bounced against his stomach. Then he walked over to one of the two jocks who were sitting in the living room, hard and naked.
Glen and Trent went to the older man's bedroom, where the two met in a sloppy kiss. The men embraced as they began to peel the other's clothes off. The second-string quarterback grabbed Trent's beefy ass.
"So hot watching Tim fuck you back at school, Trent."
"Yeah, felt pretty great too."
"You were virgin then, weren't you?" The two men ran their arms up and down their nude bodies. Their hardons pressed together in a moment of electricity.
"Technically no. A couple buddies fucked me back in my Army days. Never felt good, not before now..."
"Yeah, I could tell. Watching your face. Seeing your surprise. See you giving in. You wanna give in again, Trent buddy?"
The two men kissed. "Yeah, Glen, that's why I brought you back here." He reached down and grabbed the jock's hard dick. It throbbed in his grip. "You gonna fuck me, Carson?"
Glen didn't answer. He pushed Trent back flat onto the bed. Grabbing Sullivan's leg's he lifted them til they were up in the air and resting on his shoulder. Trent's sphincter was still loose and wet from Fitzgerald's deep fuck.
"Damn, sir, you're ready for this, aren't you?" Sweat was already forming on Glen's brow dripping down his nose onto Trent's rugged, masculine face, which clenched half in pain at intrusion but mostly in pleasure of being filled up.
"Yes, stud. Fuck me now. That's it. Grab my hips and plow me." Trent dug his feet into the small of Carson's back, pushing his ass forward - harder, deeper.
"Fucking you, Sullivan. Screwing you all the way now." Slapping sounds resonated, matching the fuck noises drifting in from the other room. More of the oversexed athletes must have arrived by now.
Slap! Slap! Slap! was all Trent could here. That and his heart beating at twice its normal rate. "I can feel you, guy. Big goddamned jock dick showing me my place. Now we got something to add to our morning routine."
"Damn straight, sir."
Fifteen minutes and twelve thick jets of sperm later, the two men had finished their intense rutting and lie there immobile on the bed, Trent's thighs still spread and Glen still buried dick deep up the businessman's bowels.
"You know you're staying over tonight, dontcha Carson?"
"Yes sir."
The Delta Tau house was fairly packed for a week night. They weren't quite the most popular fraternity on campus, but they were John Henderson's favorite. All of them were down-to-earth, laid back guys. They had a reputation for being the friendliest house on campus and were noted for the frequent success in the intramural matches as well.
The two athlete's stood near the keg, surveying the action. Mike White had never seen so many college hunks in one place. John placed his burly arm on White's shoulder and spoke into his ear over the sound of the party. "Pretty sight for sore eyes, huh?" He took a gulp of beer and met Mike's wide eyes with a knowing grin.
"Hell yeah," Mike replied. These guys reminded him of Tim Fitzgerald's older brother Jim, who was away at college now. Strong, muscled young men, but in more toned and regular-sized than the jocks on the State U. team.
Two of the brothers came up to John and Mike within minutes of their arrival. One was tall, buff, blonde and blue-eyed, the other was a shorter, built brown-haired jock-looking guy. "Hey John," the taller one spoke, "how's it going?"
"Fine, Kevin, man, and you?"
"Pretty fine, guy. I don't know if you met Brad before." Introductions were exchanged as John introduced them to Mike.
The two frat hunks eyed the younger athlete. "You on the team, guy? I don't think we've seen you here before," Kevin asked.
"He's joining next season," John answered for him. "Pre-frosh."
"Fuck!" Brad muttered. "You look like a sophomore already."
"Well, welcome to State, man!" Kevin chimed. "Let me get you guys another beer."
The young men made small talk, as Brad and John told him about campus life, what classes to avoid, and how to lay college women. Pretty soon, Kevin returned with plastic cups foaming with beer.
"Drink up, guys!"
After finishing one round, Kevin turned to John. "So, Henderson, have you told Mike here how the Delta Taus welcome the football team around here?"
"Nah," John laughed, "but I'm pretty sure he'd be game."
"Really? Fuck me!" he grumbled as he turned to State U.'s newest recruit. With a knowing grip, he grasped White's belt and began to undo it, then proceeding to his jeans. "Jesus, you're hung. Big balls too. Keep still, guy. Let me show you a real Delta Tau blowjob."
Mike watched as the cute upperclassman dropped to his knees and began to service him. He was so wrapped up in the wonderful feel of the frat man's mouth that he didn't notice for a while that Brad had followed suit and was now sucking off John right beside him. He turned to his new teammate and the men's lips brushed against each other.
"Fuck, John, this guy knows his shit."
"Yeah, I know, White. His name's Kevin Smith, and he's fraternity president. And my favorite fuckbud."
The men's mouths opened and their tongues darted forth, lapping and dueling with one another. John pulled back for a sec to continue. "...favorite outside the team of course."
The two traded spit some more. "John?"
"Yeah, Mike?"
"You gonna fuck me again tonite?"
"If you want, buddy. If you want."
"Yeah" was all he said before both athlete's lost their sperm, sending it flying down the barrel of their shafts into hot, waiting frat gullets.
Kevin backed off, wiping his chin of spit and spilled jism. He stood up, his hardon tenting his shorts. He met Mike in a brief but intense kiss. He spoke up, not even bother to whisper. "Come on, guy, I need you to fuck my ass off right now."
He led the football player to his room. Kevin dropped his shorts and Mike was impressed : a nice set of cock and balls stood out for his inspection. With a strong, gridiron grip, Mike felt the stud's genitalia while Kevin fumbled around for some lube for Mike. As his fingers began to explore beneath Kevin's furry balls and back between his muscled thighs, slick fluid was being poured on his cock. Mike extracted his hand to get some of the lubricant in his palm, then he went straight to the frat hunk's ass and began applying it to his rosebud.
"Mmmh," Kevin moaned as Mike began his careful ministrations with his thick football player fingers.
"You really get turned on by us jocks, don't you?" Mike asked.
"Shit, yeah," the college senior purred. Mike was alternating fingers now, first the index then the middle then the thumb. The ass was dilating right up. The athlete couldn't wait any longer. Roughly, he pushed Kevin back and pushed his legs back as well.
His cock was full-on hard, so it didn't take much to guide it to the collegiate's hole.
"Fuck, that's it!" Kevin groaned as Mike White began to feed him his fuckstick. It was funny, Mike thought, for the last 72 hours, his life had been that of an endless bottom, taking Coach's then John's fucking at their whim. And he loved every minute of it. But something about this gave him a major rush, something quite different.
It was power. This guy wanted him. From what he gathered most of the campus wanted him. And not even him specifically, but a member of the championship-winning State U. team. He was just a piece of dumb, football-jock meat to these Delta Tau guys, but that didn't matter. These guys knew when to spread their legs and Mike was getting a hell of a ride pushing right in. Deep, wet, raw fuck right there in the fraternity president's room. He didn't have to be told - he'd be screwing the rest of the fraternity members too, just like this. Whenever the fuck he wanted. And he wasn't even a freshman yet. Goddamn.
His determination not to blow immediate was overcome by these thoughts. Roughly, Mike gripped Kevin's knotted thighs and held on while he pounded away. "Yeah, guy. Gonna blow now. Fill you full on my jock juice."
"Yeah, Mike, fuck it in to me. All the way in there." Their eyes were locked in a deep, unbreakable lust. Penetrator and penetrated.
The minute Mike's cock sprayed its seed inside Kevin's bowels, the stud smiled and nodded. Then, hands free, his own cock belched forth wad after wad of pent up frat sperm.