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FratBrats 4/7 (mm/teen/mutual masturbation)
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Ryan leaned into Blake's ear and whispered, "you're still thicker,
bro," and the other boy smiled proudly.
"Come on, let's get on with it," Sean cut in.
"Okay, little fuck. Let's see what *you* got, studboy," laughed
Blake as he grabbed Sean by the legs and pulled him toward his lap. Sean
fell onto his back giggling as Blake threw the boy's legs up in the air and
pulled his underwear off, letting Sean's thighs fall over his own around his
waist, the kid's butt in his lap, his balls pressed into Blake's stomach.
"Okay, fucker, let's play doctor, buddy." Blake was breathing hard,
obviously enjoying the feels he was getting of his brothers' fratbrat
fucksticks. His own prick was pressed wetly into Sean's back now as the boy
lay in his lap staring up at him and looking hornier by the second. "Aw,
it's a cute little thing," Blake joked as he fingered Sean's smaller stiffy,
then gripped his hand around the shaft. "Good solid bone though," he told
everyone. "But it ain't gonna win."
Ryan had begun to openly masturbate now as he watched the show he
had started really take off. His fingers were sliding lazily up and down
the whole length of his cock, the fist stopping for a hard squeeze on the
shaft once in a while. Even Billy seemed to be letting his horniness take
over now and looked more relaxed as he played with the front of his briefs.
"Blake's just kidding you, Sean. I like your dick, dude," said Billy as he
looked at the boy's stiff, veiny woody waving in the air while Blake's
fingers moved all over and around it gently, checkin' it out but good.
"Yeah, looks real cool, Sean," Ryan added, although it was obvious
to everyone it was no match for the two that had been measured already.
"Don't *feel* cool," said Blake. "Fucker feels hot as hell. Hey
look at that. It's gettin' a little drip on the top. Betcha *this* feels
bitchin', don't it, dude?" he said nastily as he let his thumb graze the tip
and spread the precum down just under the head. "So you throw wet boners
too, huh?"
"Sometimes," Sean whispered. He could hardly breathe, let alone
talk. The boy he was hottest for was fuckin' around like crazy with his
surfer board. If Blake didn't quit feeling him up so much like this he felt
like he was gonna cream pretty soon. Even though it was obvious that all
the boys were really getting off on this now, he still didn't want to blast
his load all over Blake. At least not this fast. "C'mon, man, measure it,
will ya?"
Sean had a dick that stuck straight out, so as Blake pulled it
toward him it would have bent downward over his nuts if the other boy's
stomach hadn't been in the way. Blake held the length of the rod against
himself, pressed into the fine trail of dark brown hair that ran down the
center of his stomach below his navel. He felt it throbbing hard against
him as he shoved the ruler against the top of the dick and into Sean's
blond bush. All the boys looked closely where the tip rested against the
ruler. Blake bent forward, his face close to the sweaty hardon as he
strained to read the ruler. "Looks like, um . . . about six and a half,
buddyboy."
"Six and seven tenths," Sean corrected him, his deep brown eyes
searching around for approval.
"So you've measured it before, huh fucker?" Blake laughed softly
and stroked the stiff bone from top to bottom against the ruler.
Ryan looked closely and nodded. "Yep, he's right: six point seven.
That's cool, bud. It's bigger'n most dicks."
"How the fuck would *you* know?" laughed Blake as he continued
fondling Sean's increasingly wet throbber in his lap. He tossed the ruler
onto Sean's stomach but kept holding the boy's stick against his gut,
faintly rubbing it across his stomach from side to side.
"I've just heard, that's all. They're usually about six I heard."
Ryan's slow pumping stopped a moment as he pressed his boner down and let it
snap up and spring in the air, repeating the horny dickplay several times
before he started in again jacking off. He was watching Blake's hand
carefully, the other boy not realizing fully how much his big fingers were
stroking Sean's shaft, tracing the thin veins, fingering the ridge, palming
the head, groping down into his bush and messing with his beachboy balls.
As another small drop of precum seeped out, Blake absently smoothed it
around the tip.
Trying to keep himself from sperming, Sean grabbed the ruler off his
stomach and reached over to tug at Billy's briefs. "Okay, Billyboy, lemme
see that little wiener, kid." Billy straightened his legs as Sean pulled
down his underwear for him. The elastic band caught on the dickhead as Sean
was stripping the kid, and everyone watched a fairly thick, sharply curving
shaft come into view from the black pubes. At last, a good sized mushroom
cap thwacked up, smacking loudly against Billy's tight stomach as the briefs
cleared it. Billy's boner stayed like that too, curving straight up,
pressed into his stomach. Sean tried to bend it but could only get it a
little more than an inch down, so he leaned in and with both hands worked
the ruler in between the dick and stomach and pushed down enough to know
he'd hit bottom into Billy's jet-black curls.
Sean strained his neck to double-check before he finally announced
it. "Seven inches -- exactly. Fuck! I fuckin' lost. Thought I'd at least
beat *you*, ya li'l fucker."
"You are gonna beat him, dude," Blake laughed as Ryan suddenly
jumped up from the bed and went to his nightstand. "Yer gonna beat ol'
Billyboy's boner right here, right now, man. Then ya gotta do me too,
buddy. That's the deal." Blake squeezed Sean's hardon playfully, the boy's
legs still around his hips.
Ryan hopped back on the bed and tossed the bottle of handlotion in
front of Sean. "Go for it, man. Pull him off, Sean. Let's see ya make it
squirt, dude." Ryan began tugging his rod again. They all watched Sean
snap open the lotion and pour a good sized glob into his palm. Sean looked
around at all the nasty eyes and gave a dirty look back. There were no
secrets now, no more guards up: every one of the boys was now obviously hot
for dick and openly anxious to make 'em spray, see their hot looking
fratbrat buddies spurt their wads. Sean reached over to Billy and smoothed
the stuff along the underside of the kid's raging hardon, coated the bobbing
head, then firmly grasped the pulsing shaft. He could feel Blake's fingers
getting even busier on his own dick as he told Billy to get closer, pulling
him by the boner right up beside him, just below his head, the boy up on his
knees over him. Billy's cock was now right above his neck and chest, aimed
straight up at the ceiling as Sean began to rhythmically pump it up and
down, the lotion giving off a crackly smacking sound.
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