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FratBrats 7/7 (mm/teen/mutual masturbation)
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Ryan grinned, scooted over on his knees right up to Blake, and
slapped his rigid dick into the boy's sloppy hands, slimy with two loads of
thick, sticky Seansauce. "Yeah, I'm fuckin' *steamin'*, man. I gotta get
beat off now too. I know you wanna whack off my big teenboy dogrod,
dontcha?" He pressed his head against Blake's spermy face a second and
whispered, "I think about it bein' you when I beat off, fucker."
"Well now yer gonna get it for real, stud" Blake whispered back
hornily, still feeling nasty as ever even after unloading his cream. He
curled his fingers around Ryan's long boner and began slicking up the
winning rod.
As soon as he felt the wet fingers starting in, Ryan knew he wasn't
going to last long. He threw his leg over Sean's chest and straddled him
just above his stomach as Blake soaked his throbbing dick, dangling nads and
dark blond pubes. Blake, Ryan and Billy watched the dick sticking up strong
and cocked, nearly ready to burst in a minute as Blake smacked it around and
fondled it some before setting in on a steady pace. "Man, yer surferwad is
the best lube I ever had," Ryan called over his shoulder to Sean. "Fuck,
boy, yer hot sexjuice feels bitchin' on my bone, dude."
But Sean was missing the show except for the sound of his wad
slurping up and down Ryan's big baseball bat. He was still lost in the glow
and could hardly move. He just layed there, even as Billy, whose cock had
stayed stiff as a board the whole time, now moved behind his head and
clamped his thighs around it, his nuts shoving into the lazy surferboy's
hair. Billy leaned forward, hooking his chin over one of Ryan's shoulders
while gripping the other. His free hand pressed his upright rod down as
best he could into Sean's slimy face. He rubbed his boner back and forth
through Blake's jizz over Sean's cheeks, nose and lips as he watched Ryan
getting jerked off by Blake. He wanted to see the boy finally blow off, and
he wanted to shoot one with him. After all that had happened, he knew Ryan
couldn't last long, and he felt like he wouldn't take very long to get up
his own wad again either as he rubbed his cock across Sean's face. Sean
continued to just lay there and moaned softly at the feel of Billy's boner
sliding hot and stiff over him. "Yeah, big Billy," he said softly against
the rigid hardon slipping across his lips. "Spurt up another one on me,
kid."
"I don't know what the fuck is goin' on back there," said Blake
heartily, "but I'm about to get blasted again, fuckers. What a scene, man.
We look like some fuckin' porno movie or somethin', boys."
"Better," panted Ryan as he shoved his hardon back and forth in
Blake's fist. He, Blake and Billy looked down at the longest cock in the
room, pointed upward in its high angle, gripped tight in Blake's hand with
only seconds to go before it exploded.
"Aw fuck, my nuts are killin' me," gasped Billy as he really slapped
his dick around on Sean's face, squirming his nuts into the boy's hair. He
felt like he was about to blow his load again too. "I'm gonna shoot it,
Sean. Gonna jizz off in your face, man." Sean moaned against the dick,
moving his head around against the kid's churning balls.
Blake quickly felt Ryan's nuts pull up in his hand too as he held
them tightly and worked Ryan's cock to the brink, the cockhead flared wide,
the shaft like steel. The boy's hard baseball nuts were pressed tight to
the base of his bat. "Feels like these fuckin' nads are gonna bust, kid.
Gimme that chunky load, Ryan. Piss that fuckin' dickcream out on me,
buddy."
Seconds later, Ryan did. He drew a long deep breath, screwed up his
awesome face, and gave out a long whine. "I'm gonna spit it up, dudes.
Here . . . it . . . comes!" Blake felt the boy's nuts snap out of his
slippery fingers and pop right up into the kid, and a split-second later
Ryan pitched his first fastball. Blake got smacked in the forehead
and hair with the sizzling whiz as he jacked up and down Ryan's boner with a
fury, his hand filling with a fistful of Ryan's thick, pungent athlete
cream. Another piercing jet splattered across Blake's neck, and then
several more long ropes of the baseball player's heavy sportcream splashed
up his chest and studded his shoulders and arms in big white dense
splotches.
"Aw fuuuck," they heard Sean suddenly splutter through a massive
pool of Billy's steaming mess as the boy cracked his nuts and humped and
creamed over the kid's lips and chin. Billy lurched and bent back upright
as more shots streaked up Ryan's back and splashed over his shoulders. Sean
reached up weakly and grabbed Billy's spasming boner, milking out more of
the boy's second load as Billy kept spraying.
Blake also continued to whack out Ryan's endless rounds of boyblow.
Ryan showered him in it, hammering out wad after wad of spurting teensperm
that rocketed out and cascaded down Blake's chest in strong white rivers.
And Blake just kept working the horny smelling stuff out of Ryan's long
slender boner, making him spasm and jerk as he spit out the last bullets of
his thick, globby fratspunk.
Finally both Ryan and Billy were done getting the last blobs of
teenglue kneaded from their rods. Fuck, there was sperm everywhere, mostly
over all the boys. The air reeked of it. Soon Blake reached beside him and
picked up his still-damp bathtowel and took up the job of mopping the sperm
up off all the boys as best he could, but it was obvious everyone needed
another shower tonight after getting soaked in so much boycream.
"That was the best," Blake said as he whiffed at his towel, getting
off on the rich powerful smell of a pint of fresh young teenage fratkid
jizz. "Dudes, if it's okay with you, I really wanna do this again
sometime."
There was a short pause before the other three burst out laughing
and dragged him into a pile. The naked kids wrestled in the rest of the
sperm awhile before they all dragged each other off the bed and headed
toward the shower. There'd be no more tossing the handlotion bottle from
bed to bed in the dark every night. And the ruler fell to the floor.
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