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FratBrats 5/7 (mm/teen/mutual masturbation)
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"Yeah, fucker, jerk that fratboy dick," Blake breathed, his total
horniness over this show blazing in his lusty gaze. "Beat that kid-dick
off, buddy." Blake's fingers were stroking over Sean's cock almost as much
as Sean's own hand was working Billy's dick now. Billy began to moan and
squirm as his hardon reddened under the sturdy, lotioned strokeoff his frat
brother was giving him. "Mmmm, you do that good, man," he breathed.
"I've had enough practice," snickered Sean as he stroked Billy's
boner with as much care as he gave his own every night, his arm sliding
steadily, his dark bronzed bicep flexing with each full ride up and down
from tip to pubes. His slippery fist was loudly smacking with all the
handlotion, his other hand pouring on a little more every minute or two as
it slowly absorbed into Billy's cock. The sound they heard every night from
each other's bed was now turning all the boys on more than ever as they got
to see the throbbing woody and nasty dickplay that went with it. Sean kept
masturbating Billy with long, firm strokes to the tip, then back down deep
into his black hair, making the kid's spike stand tall, red and rigid. Sean
let his head fall back to the mattress now as he watched the jerkoff he was
giving Billy. Soon he squirted some of the lotion onto his other hand to
fuck around with the young gymnast's tight, boyish nuts too. He pulled and
worked them down until the kid's nads were hangin' as he palmed them.
Blake fished between his own thighs with his free hand and began
messing around with Sean's beachballs down there too as his other hand now
began to fully masturbate the boy in his lap. His own hardon ached as it
jutted and throbbed down there against Sean's back, turning both guys on
even more at its angry wet pounding against the surfer kid. "Yeah, beat
little Billyboy off, fuckstud."
No one was even sure if Blake realized altogether how much he had
been playing with Sean's boner all this time, maybe not even Blake himself,
who had been watching all the action on the other cocks the whole time he
held it and fondled it. But he hadn't let go of Sean's stick once since he
had measured it several minutes ago. Finally Ryan looked over from Billy's
rubjob as he continued to beat his own stiff meat and spoke up. "You better
watch out there, Blake, or Sean's gonna give ya a faceful any second, man.
Yer about to make the kid cream."
With that Blake finally looked down and gasped at how swollen and
beet-red the boy's boner was, suddenly realizing just how much he had been
messin' on the thing. "Fuck, bud, looks like I've been givin' you some
serious rubbin' there too, huh man? What the fuck, kid. Do it. Go ahead
and blow yer chunks, man. Sperm it up in my hand." Ryan grabbed the lotion
bottle and spilled some of it down the length of Sean's rod as Blake began
beating him off steadily now. "Feel good, fucker?" asked Blake. "You
gettin' off on me jerkin' you like this, little boy? Yeah, I'm really
spankin' that puppy for ya. Gonna make ya spew the sperm, fuckboy." The
lotion slid down through the pubes over Sean's nutsack as Blake's other hand
continued to fondle the kid's firm young teenboy balls.
"Aw, fuuuuck, yeah, do me, fucker," panted Sean as he sped up on
Billy's slurping stiffer. His arm was glowing in a fine sweat. In fact,
all the boys were getting a sheen of glistening sweat from both the nasty
workout and their raging horniness. Their hair was just beginning to mat to
their flushed foreheads. Their heaving young chests sparkled with the thin
mist.
"Yeah, jab that *fuckin'* hard rod through his fist, ya li'l
studpuppy," Blake said heatedly to Billy as he beat off Sean faster. Billy
looked like he was getting close and had begun humping his dick through
Sean's fist as the kid handjobbed him to the edge. Billy's nuts now pulled
way back up into Sean's hand, so the boy began to palm them against the
other's crotch, his fingertips sliding up a little behind them between
Billy's tight, hairless legs.
"I'm gonna shoot soon," moaned Billy. "Yeah, jerk me off, Sean.
Beat off my hard boydick."
"Yeah, beat that cock," Ryan muttered nastily as his fist slipped up
and down his shaft. "Jack that boner off, fucker. Make the kid cream it,
Sean. Smack it till he really makes a mess." Ryan's face was flushed and
trembling. He wanted to see these fratboys sperm it so bad, then get his
own stick whipped.
Blake stared down at the handjob he was giving Sean. "Gonna make ya
spurt the sauce too, stud. Sperm it up thick and hard, you dirty
fuckerboy," he urged Sean, realizing how much he wanted to see another kid
go off and to know that he was the one who was making the boy spray his sex.
He grabbed the lotion, poured more over Sean's smacking dick, then decided
to drizzle some more onto Billy's stiff woody too. The sound of the two
sloshing boners filled the room, the air hot and smelly with sportboy
teensweat and hard wet jockdicks.
Suddenly Sean shuddered and a long hard stream of jizz streaked
straight up Blake's chest and hosed him loudly with a long healthy splat
against his chin and lips. "Yeah, jizz it, fucker," he shouted as he
breathed in the heavy odor of Sean's salty surfer sperm under his nose. A
second volley erupted and spewed up even higher and splattered in the air
over Blake, raining down into his dark hair and over his sweaty, nasty face.
Another forceful blast squirted out and splashed across Blake's chest,
thick white globs clinging all across his thick pecs, hanging from his
pencil-eraser nipples. "Yeah, you fucker, yer fuckin' *spunkin'* it, stud."
Blake was totally stoked feeling the shower of cream spraying and
splattering all over him. Sean had lifted himself up to see too, but he
continued to masturbate Billy steadily. He watched as his awesome hornyboy
load was still pelleting in smaller jets over Blake's chest and stomach, the
sound of the beatoff intensifying as his sperm gushed out into Blake's fist
and got slathered up and down his rod. Maybe he wasn't the biggest, but he
packed a big studly load. He was pumpin' his wad up bitchin'. It was
dripping off Blake's chin, running down his neck, slowly sliding from his
chest down his stomach.
Just then Billy gave a hard moan and lurched forward in Sean's hand,
a thick gush of his jizz bursting up over his stomach and pouring all over
Sean's fist. As it slid down and began to drip thickly from the boy's
wrist, a much harder blast busted out. Sean had leaned up more to watch his
own load blow and his fist had pulled Billy's dick down some, enough that
this huge shot of Billy's nutcream whapped Sean strongly in the side of his
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