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Chapter Four
As expected, I did what Jeremy asked and used our mutual cum rage to deposit my boy juice into that night. A few days passed, and Jeremy and I had yet to hang out again. Still, we would see each other passing around the neighborhood when he was going to batting practice, doing chores outside, or just walking to get the mail. We'd wave and say "Hi" but were too busy to chat. One day, I was picking up the mail and saw him coming out of his house. He ran over and started up a conversation.
"Hey man, whatcha been up to?" He asked
"Nothing much. Parents have been keeping me busy. What about you?"
"Same and baseball. Speaking of which, are you still planning on staying over this weekend after practice?"
"Yeah, what time on Friday, though?"
"We should be done with practice around 6:30. Why don't I swing by and pick you up when we head home?" He suggested.
"Sounds good to me. Should I bring anything?"
He thought about it and smiled, "Toothbrush and clothes to sleep in...or not."
I smiled back, "Got it. I've been sleeping your green cum rag, so two birds, one stone, I guess."
"HA! Can't wait to see you in them!" He laughed as he jogged back to his house. "Friday!"
I laughed and walked back to my house, shuffling through the mail, now only thinking about Friday.
Later that evening, I rode down to the corner store to grab a few things my mom needed. Walking down the canned food aisle, someone shouted, "Sky, Hey, Sky!
Turning back, I noticed Chase walking down the aisle in his store uniform. "What's going on, Chase?" I greeted him.
Chase was a kid who lived on our street. He didn't come around too often; besides working at the store, he also helped out at his grandparent's ranch. He had just turned 15 and looked every bit the part of a young ranchhand. Short dark hair, hazel eyes, a muscular body, and stood about 6 feet. Jeremy and Jack have more slender swimmer builds, and Chase looked like he tossed hay bales every weekend. Besides catching for the high school baseball team, Chase was a terrific wrestler. His thighs were massive for a kid just a few months older than me. Jeremy's conversation with me about how Chase likes to whip his dick out any chance he gets was the only thing I could think about with him standing in front of me.
"Hey man, nothing much. Just busy with work and baseball. Jack told me that you're coming to hang out Friday night."
"Yeah, Jeremy said you guys will be watching movies and eating pizza. Sounds fun."
"Alight, cool. I'll see you then." He laughed.
"See you Friday, man," I replied
"Later." He shouted as he walked away down back the aisle.
Friday had taken forever to arrive, and even though it had only been 48 hours since talking with Chase and Jeremy, the anticipation dragged the time. It was around 6:45 when Jeremy showed up at my house. Answering the door, I could tell that he had a rough practice.
"How's it going, Jeremy?" I said, opening the door.
"Sorry Sky, practice ran late," he responded.
"It's cool. Let me grab my bag, and we can go."
"Sure". Jeremy sounded exhausted as we made our way to his house.
"What happened at practice? You look like you were run over by a train?" I asked. His uniform was covered in dirt and sweat. He reeked just like he looked.
"I feel like I have been run over by a train. Some asshole was mouthing off to coach, so we all had to run extra drills." he groaned. "I just want to get home, shower, and relax. This day has been exhausting."
The twins lived in one of the nicest homes on our block. It wasn't enormous, but it was a large, well-kept home. The boys had the second floor primarily to themselves except for their mom's office. Their bedrooms were extensive, with their own bathrooms. They shared a common area with a couch, a couple of reclining chairs, a mini fridge, a large TV, and a standing arcade version of Donkey Kong.
As we made it upstairs, I could see Jack lying face down on the floor, still in his uniform, and Chase, without his jersey and cleats, sprawled out on the couch. They looked beat. I noticed the whole common area just smelled like teenage boys, balls and ass.
"Hey, Sky." Chase greeted me but only raised his arm slightly before it dropped back onto his bare chest, making a slapping sound.
Jack barely twisted his head to look at me and just moaned, "I think I'm dead. I can't move. Give me a hand Sky." Laughing, I walked over, grabbed under his arms, and hoisted him to his feet.
"Thanks, man," he grumbled, "I need to shower and get some fresh clothes on."
Hearing that and still not moving, Chase asked, "Jack, can I throw my stuff in your room? I need to shower after."
"Sure, just don't lay on my bed until you've showered. You stink."
"Thanks, man," Chase said as he began to roll off the couch, using the coffee table to stabilize him as he stood up. Getting to his feet, he picked up his bag and headed to Jack's room. On his way past me, he stopped, looked at me, and asked, "Can you hold this for me?". Chase reached into his pants, pulled out his blue cup, and slapped it into my hand, telling me, "I'll be back to get that; don't lose it." He was chuckling as he walked away, shutting Jack's door behind him.
"What the fuck, bro??" I laughed, looking down at the large cup he had just placed in my hand. It was still moist from what I rightly assumed was dick and ball sweat. It also contributed to the smell that lingered in that room.
I looked at Jeremy, a bit perplexed, holding Chase's sweaty cup in my hand. "Let's throw your bag in my room; toss his cup in the bathroom," he said, laughing, leading me to his door.
I entered his room, shutting the door behind me and tossing my bag onto his chair. Getting Jeremy's attention again, "You see how big this is? What the hell?"
He laughed, "You haven't seen how big he is. Dare you to smell it."
"REALLY? This is crazy; he is only a few months older than me." I shouted. "I can smell it from here. No need to get it any closer to my nose." I tossed it on the bathroom floor onto some towels gathered in the corner.
"HAHA. True," Jeremy laughed, "He's bigger than Jack and I, too; he just has crazy genetics, I guess. His grandparents have that farm; maybe his biological dad is a horse."
I walked over to the sink to wash my hands while Jeremy stood beside me, getting ready to undress and talking about Chase. He noticed me looking at him in the mirror and grinned.
"Can you give me a hand with this?" He asked, gesturing to the buttons on this jersey.
I turned to him and jokingly asked, "You that tired that you can't unbutton your uniform?"
Looking at me squarely, he just said, "no."
OH! I reached out and started to unbutton his jersey. Working to the last button, I spread his uniform, revealing a dingy, sweat-stained white t-shirt. Sliding the jersey off his shoulders, down his arms, and onto the floor, I tugged up on his undershirt, releasing the tight grip his pants held to it. Removing his shirt over his head released his scent, filling my nostrils. He smiled as I ran a couple of fingers down his smooth, balmy chest, down his naval, and onto his belt buckle. Threading the belt through the loop, the button of his trousers became visible. I unbutton his tight pants and spread the top of his pants, forcing the zipper down. Exposing the front of his jockstrap, I knelt down, reached up under the cuff of his pants, and dragged the top of his blue socks down to his ankle.
I didn't think I was into guys' socks until I was up close and witnessed how his socks hugged his size 11 feet. Removing both socks, I set my second knee down, placed my hands back on the opening of his pants, and slid them down. I lifted each leg, stepping him out of his pants. I was able to focus on the prize in front of me. Pulling his cup out and sliding his jock down to his ankles, he was left standing there in just his white CK bulge. I couldn't stand it anymore; I wanted his dick. I pulled his underwear down, causing his hardening penis to bounce and sway. The hooded monster dangling between his legs complemented his perfect athletic teenage body. I looked up, almost for permission to play with it. He nodded his head for me to keep going. I moved his monster to the side and buried my nose between his thigh and the base of his cock. I figured it would be the best spot to gather his scent with a deep inhale. I stuck my tongue out and ran it across the top of his musky scrotum. The sensation caused a twitch through his body.
He placed one hand on my cheek, and he bit down on the other hand while letting out a muffled moan. I did it again. I wanted to touch, taste, smell, and see more of this boy before me.
Jeremy whispered, "Fuck, that is hot. Let's hold off on this until tonight. I don't want Chase or Jack wondering what we might be doing in here."
"Yeah, you're right," I complained. Motioning as if I was going to stand up, I quickly grabbed his semi-stiff dick, opened my mouth, and greedily stuffed a couple inches into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around mid-shaft, I promptly licked his tip before I slid my tongue under the hood that covered his mushroom head. I licked his cock feverishly as I quickly pulled from my mouth. There was a deep popping sound as it exited. A slight bitter taste followed by a salty sweat taste lingered in my mouth.
I quickly sprang up to Jeremy's amused grin, "MMM! damn, that felt good; it couldn't have tasted good, though," he winced.
"It tastes fine to me. Let me try again to make sure." I laughed, noticing how fast it was starting to grow.
He moved toward his shower to turn it on; he motioned for me to leave, saying, "I'll be right out."
I looked at his sweaty clothes on the floor and noticed Chase's cup in the corner. I picked it up and walked across the common area to Jack's room.
Knocking on the door, announcing, "Hey, Chase." I could hear him reply, "Hey, come in."
I opened Jack's door and saw Chase sitting on the bathroom sink, leaning against the lightly steamed mirror. He sat there, without his jersey, wearing his tight, dirty pants and blue socks, looking towards the shower and talking to Jack. I could hear the shower running as I walked into the room. Chase grinned when he saw the cup in my hand as I tossed it to him.
"That was gross man. I may have to amputate my hand to get your ball stench off." I chuckled as he caught the oversized cup against his hairless chest.
"HAHAHA, I knew it would freak you out. You need to lighten up, city boy." He giggled.
I walked to the bathroom's threshold as Chase and Jack continued to talk about what cars they wanted to get when they turned 16. I leaned up against the door jamb across from Chase and casually looked around the bathroom, trying to memorize this whole scene without getting aroused. Jack was hidden behind frosted glass shower doors, and only a naked silhouette of a bubbled ass, like his brother's, was distinguishable. Chase had tossed his cup next to Jack's on the floor, and there was a considerable size difference. Jack's clothes were strewn about, but I did glimpse his kinda-white briefs and jock tossed together on the floor. Both looked like they had seen plenty of boyhood activity with their discoloration. His jersey, shirt, and grungy pants were lumped together in a pile. I started to commit everything to memory when the shower stopped. Jack opened the shower door to a small cloud of steam. His head and half his chest poked out from behind the door. He glanced at the wall, noticing no towel on the rack.
"Sky, can you grab my towel? I think it's on my bed," Jack asked.
I quickly turned and walked over to grab his towel from the bed when I heard Chase bounce up and exclaim, "My turn, FINALLY!"
I swiftly moved back into the restroom to see Chase unbuckling his pants and Jack stepping out of the shower naked towards me.
"Thanks," Jack said as he raised the towel to his head. He rubbed his head, drying his hair.
Jack's body looked exactly like Jeremy's, down to the peach fuzz on his ass. His cock, was uncut and thick, with his sheathed head swaying about 6 inches from his body. Even soft, you could see the broad outlines of veins like Jeremy's. I thought of sucking on identical cocks and how large the load would be as both their sacks drained on me. Still drying his hair, Jack was facing down when he joked from under the towel. "You did that on purpose, didn't you, asshole!."
Glancing down, I saw his barefoot kicking Chase's cup from beside his.
Chase was stripping his pants past his firm round ass and bent down to step out of them. When he stood back up, he was wearing nothing but his jock. The size of the mass that was being held back by that strap reminded me of the porn Jeremy and I would talk about. Chase was just 15; how much more would puberty give him?!?!?! Lifting his knee to his abdomen, he pulled each sock off his size 12 feet. "You may be older, but my dick is bigger," Chase laughed. He then quickly dropped his jock letting his flaccid 7.5-inch dick fall from its hammock. He, too was uncut. His cock exposed more of his pink head than the twins', making it look much thicker at the tip than the base. He had a monstrous vein running down the top. There was a patchy set of pubes forming around the base. His hand jumped up and grabbed the snake by the base, wriggling it at Jack.
"Whatever," Jack conceded, walking past me, drying his chest and shoulders. Chase noticed me looking down at Jack's ass as he passed.
"He's so competitive, and it pisses him off every time I whip it out. " Chase uttered in a low voice. Still holding his boyhood, he lifted it more towards me, "I just think he's jealous 'cause when we look at porn, we both get hard, and mine is even bigger." He laughed boyishly, stepping into the shower and closing the door.
I chuckled as if I could relate...not in this lifetime. His flaccid dick dwarfed the hardest I could ever get mine. I noticed I was getting hard and decided to head to Jeremy's room, hoping he was out of the shower. Exiting the restroom, I spied Jack lying on his bed with his feet spread apart on the floor. The towel was draped over his left leg, and his arms were sprawled across the bed. His dick was drooped between his legs, soft, resting on his balls.
"You heading to Jeremy's room?" he asked, still not lifting his head.
"Yeah, gonna see if he's out of the shower and wants to get some food ordered," I replied.
"I saw those underwear he bought at the mall. He said you told him about wearing those in gym because they're more comfortable?" Jack quizzed.
Stopping in the middle of his room, "Yeah, they're much better for working out. They're not for everyone, though."
Lifting himself up on his elbows, "I think they look cool. I've seen a lot of girls at school with those ads hanging in their lockers."
"Yeah, same here. I showed Jeremy where to get them; you should pick them up. Looks like you could use a new pair of underwear." I said, gesturing to his laundry hamper. On top, there was a pair of tighty-whiteys draped over the edge.
He laughed, "Yeah, most of mine have seen better days." He stood his naked body up and walked to his drawers. Looking through his underwear drawer, he pulled a pair of silk boxers. "These are my 'good' underwear. The only problem is they make me hard when I move around." He and I both glanced down at his hanging cock as he laughed.
"I could see how that would be a problem at school, walking around hard all day. Although the girls may like it." I said with a grin.
Jack smiled back at me. "You pack any with you I can try on before I go buy some? Jeremy got pissed when I asked him."
Getting excited, "Yeah, I packed a pair to sleep in. You can try them; just don't stretch out the crotch," I joked.
"You say that like I'm so much bigger than you." He chuckled back
"Dude, you are," pointing at his member, still softly hanging between his thighs.
"What? I doubt that, let's see," he snickered.
Ummmm...did he think I was Chase and just whipped it out at will? I figured he was Jeremy's twin; it'd just be pulling it out like I was back in my room. I quickly cleared my thoughts and just unbuttoned my shorts. Opening the top wide, exposing the white boxer briefs I had on. Jack looked more interested and moved towards me. I reached into my undies and gave a quick tug on my dick a bit to get some blood flowing so it wouldn't appear so soft and small in comparison. As I pulled my hand out, I grabbed my head and lowered my briefs. Jack walked right up to me, not breaking eye contact with my dick.
"I'm not much bigger than you," he lied, "I was that size when I first hit puberty, too. When it's hard, is it about 5 inches?"
Looking down, I laughed. "Thanks, yeah, about 5 inches."
"That's cool, I didn't picture you cut," he said, noticing he let slip that he was thinking about my dick at some point.
"You are like the second uncut guy I've seen," I mentioned, still holding my underwear down so he could continue his gaze.
He began to reach out when we both heard the shower stop. I quickly snapped my underwear back up and buttoned my shorts. Panicking to make sure Chase didn't come out and see his two friends playing with each other's dicks.
Jack stepped back and grinned. "Chase was right; you need to lighten up, city boy."
Chase walked out of the bathroom, dripping wet, and asked, "Jack, can I borrow that towel, man?"
"Dude, you're getting water everywhere. Here," he said, tossing the towel over to Chase. "You better dry that up, else my mom is going to kill you."
Chase quickly wiped the water off and told Jack, "Bro, I need to borrow some clothes. I didn't pack any." Walking over to Jacks's underwear drawer, he pulled a pair of briefs and yanked them up over his still-wet cock. If there was anyone who should be concerned about the crotch of their underwear stretched out, it should be Jack. Chase was seriously testing the tensile strength of that fabric. The taught cotton was enough to create a crevasse separating his ass cheeks.
Jack looked at me, shaking his head, saying, "Help yourself, bro."
I grinned and told him I would check on Jeremy and see about getting some food. He walked back to his drawers, pulled a pair of white sweatpants, and dressed, now sporting a white bulge.
"Cool, grab those boxer briefs for me while you are there, if you don't mind."
I needed to get back to Jeremy's room. One, to tell him what was going on, and two, I needed a place to calm the hard-on that was forming in my shorts.
I walked back over to Jeremy's room; he was sitting in a chair, putting some white ankle socks on, when you looked up and asked, "What's going on? Did you give Chase his cup back?" he asked.
"Yeah, then I saw your brother and Chase naked. Jacked asked to see my dick and also if he could try out a pair of my underwear." I blurted out.
Jeremy stopped putting on his socks and looked at me, "What? You were only there for 20 minutes. You saw Jack and Chase both naked, so Jack wanted to see yours? Chase didn't say anything?" Jeremy sounded so confused.
"Nah, Chase was in the shower when Jack and I were talking," I replied.
Jeremy finished getting dressed and suggested, "Let's see what they're doing."
"One sec, I need to get Jack a pair of boxer briefs to try on....and a couple minutes to get this semi to go away," I said, shuffling through my backpack. I tossed Jeremy our cum rag, then pulled out a grey pair of boxer briefs.
Jeremy took a quick smell, tossing them on his bed; he said, "We'll save those for later tonight."
We walked over to Jack's room; Jack was slumped in his chair, and Chase was lying on the bed. The well-lit room still smelled of boys but was less intense. Standing up, Jack looked over and asked, "You don't mind me trying these on?"
Handing them over to him, I replied, " Nah, not at all."
Jack glared at Jeremy, "See, at least someone is cool around here." He proceeded to drop his white sweatpants and step out of them, swinging his beautiful cock. Chase lifted himself on his elbows in what I imagined was an admiration of Jack's dick before it was hidden by the grey underwear. It was like looking at Jeremy in my room again, but the audience doubled this time. I had to keep my cock under control.
"Dude, it looks like you're strangling your snake." Chase laugh.
"Man, they are a little snug, but they feel good. You mind if I wear them a bit?" Jack asked while checking himself out of the mirror.
Bouncing out of bed, Chase adjusted his visible semi-hardon, smacking Jack's tight ass as he walked by; he announced, "I'm starving; let's get some food."
Rolling his eyes, Jeremy followed Chase out of the room. Jack continued to admire his teenage physique adjusting his member and viewing the sides of his ass. "Too tight?" he asked, looking at me through the reflection in the mirror.
"A bit, but they look good, like your brother's." I knew I said too much as my face started to turn red.
"HA! I thought so..." he said with a smile.
I left his room to meet Chase and Jeremy in the common room. Jeremy was on the phone ordering some food as Chase, only wearing a pair of red briefs, was digging through a box of videos. His ass was protruding out as he was bent over, so I had to smack it. Think of it as payback for the cup. With a loud crack, my fingers and palm slapped his ass and gave a quick squeeze. "Hmm..farm life." I joked.
Chased, yelped, then jumped up and turned to face me. As he saw Jeremy and I both laughing, he smiled and said, "ok, I deserve that," Glancing down at my crotch, he gestured, "But it looks like you enjoyed it."
"Of the asses that I have felt, yours is about average, even for a so-called farmboy." I quipped back
"Whatever! I'm 100% farmboy for sure!" exclaimed, grabbing his massive rod.
"Um, what did I miss?" Jack asked, walking out of his room in his white sweats.
"Nothing," Chase grumbled, "Sky, you should see if you could hang at the farm."
Calling his bluff, I declared back, "Whenever, man!" Worst case, he recants. The best case is I hang out with a bunch of sweaty guys on a ranch.
"No kidding? I could use the help this Sunday. I'm usually alone since the other guys take their one day off." He stated
"Uh, yeah, sure." Crap! Walked right into that one.
Looking over at the twins for help, Jack shrugged, "Sorry, we have church at the chapel on base this weekend...else we'd totally help." he laughed.
"Sweet!" Chased clamored, and he bent back down and grabbed a movie.
After eating pizza and getting through the movie, everyone felt pretty tired. Jack and Chase got up and headed toward Jack's room. Jeremy got up and said, "You can crash on the couch or my pull-out bed. Up to you." Looking back, grinning, he knew which I would choose. I followed him into his bedroom, and he shut the door behind me. He went straight to the bed and picked up his cum stained briefs. Standing in just a pair of basketball shorts, he lifted them to his face and quickly inhaled. Looking at me, he joked, "I can't believe you put my sweaty cock in your mouth earlier. It's cleaner now if you want to taste it again."
I removed my shirt and shorts and walked to him in my underwear. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I lowered myself in front of him. Reaching out, I cupped his balls and soft cock through his shorts. As I played with them, I moved my head closer and rubbed his package against my face. I wanted to taste him again, so I clumsily yanked his gym shorts down. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so his flaccid dick and balls were right in my face. He lifted my chin and slid his thumb into my mouth, opening it up. He opened it as wide as it would go and began to feed his soft cock into my mouth. As he stuffed more and more of his snake into my mouth and throat, I could feel his soft blond pubes under my nose. His whole dick was in my mouth, and he grabbed the back of my head so I couldn't move, and it couldn't pop out. For a few seconds, I could handle this monster wiggling around and was even able to rub my tongue on the sides of it. But as the seconds passed, his dick started to get warm, with blood pumping into the soft tissue. His manageable boyhood quickly morphed into a veiny mass of manhood that stretched my lips and found new areas in my throat to glide into. Jeremy was gentle before, only sinking 2 inches in, but tonight he wanted a cock sucker. I began to gag and push his hips back, but he didn't let go. He swayed his hips from side to side, causing his snake to brush up against both sides of my throat. It was in there deep! After a couple seconds of this, he removed his hand from the back of my head. I quickly snapped my head back, gagging and gasping for air. My eyes watered, and my nose dripped as I stood up, "What was that man?!"
He put both hands on my chest, thinking I would hit him, "I got a little carried away, sorry man. You did deep-throat my whole dick, bro; that was crazy!"
Wiping my nose and eyes, I lashed out, "Warn me if you're going to do that!"
"Sorry, sorry, here," he took one hand off my chest and cupped the front of my boxer briefs. He fumbled around, separating my dick from my balls, and began to stroke it. It didn't take but a few strokes, and I was hard. His left hand, still on my chest, moved its way down to my nipple. He used his thumb to rub around, making it stand hard like my dick. My anger gave way to a strong sense of pleasure. I closed my eyes and let out a sign. Jeremy leaned in and rubbed the tip of his tongue against my nipple. It sent a shockwave through my body. I placed it on the side of his neck and gently caressed it. His soft kissing of my pec started to move down my chest to my navel. He got down on one knee and kissed around my belly button, then to the band of my underwear. Pausing his strokes, he grabbed my wristband and lowered it to my ankles. Placing a hand on each leg, he squeezed as his hands moved up my thighs. With no guidance, he opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and laid my dick on it. He moved his mouth forward, sliding my shaft to the back of his throat. He wrapped his lips around my base, and as he tried to lick my cock, I felt him gag. He pulled my cock half out, then guided it back in all the way to the base, causing him to gag again. Letting it slide all the way back out one last time.
Coughing as he stood up, he laughed, "We're even." Shutting out all the lights except for the restroom, he walked over to his bed as I stared at his gorgeous ass. "Give me a hand pulling this bed out," he called.
Stepping out of my underwear, I followed him, pulled his spare bed out, and pushed it next to his. He rolled onto his side of the bed, and I crawled onto mine. I moved closer to him and leaned over his chest. I ran my tongue over his nipple to see if I could get it hard. He quickly reached down and pulled my face to his. "Whoa, mine are too sensitive," he whispered. He inched his face closer and put his lips on mine. His breath was warm and smelled of mouthwash. His dry lips opened slightly, and I felt his tongue brush against my mouth. I opened it slightly, and he penetrated my mouth, kissing me firmly.
My dick was leaking all over his leg. I had to break the kiss. As good as it felt, I have been wanting his cum in my mouth all day. I rolled him on his back, bent down, and licked my precum from his thigh. He raised himself onto his elbows and watched as I grabbed his member, rolled the foreskin back, and used my tongue to wipe his precum clean. Making sure not to miss any under his tip, I pulled his foreskin up a bit, then stuck my tongue in between the skin and his head so I could lick around. Once I was sure I got it all, I wrapped my lips around his shaft, sliding in and out, remembering to use my saliva to keep it slick. Jeremy laid back down and began to quietly moan. We didn't want to wake Chase and Jack across the way. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me over him, dragging the wet tip of my dick across his face. I spread my knees out wider, lowering my dick deep into his mouth. I was in ecstasy as I stroked his dick to the rhythm of my mouth. I tried hard with each gulp to take in more and more. I wanted to feel my bottom lip against his pubes. Gagging a little as it would go deeper, I used the extra saliva to lube his thick cock. He repaid the effort by mimicking my actions, as he was now able to get my dick all the way down his throat with each thrust of my hips. I wasn't going to last much longer, and I knew I wanted to drain all of my semen into his throat, so I picked up the pace.
I began to thrust more quickly, and he did the same. I was so close to busting that I didn't realize his balls had retracted. When he gave his final thrust, as I let it slide down my throat. My lips gripped the base of his dick as it pulsed and pulsed, blast after blast down my throat. I held tight as my body stiffened, dropping my hips, empaling his face with my cock. I unloaded what felt like gallons of cum into his esophagus. We both twitched as the final drops leaked out. I lifted my hips and pulled myself over to his side. We both lay on our backs, only sucking in oxygen now. I broke the silence. "Ok, now we're even."
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