HIS69-489 High School Cream

Excerpt

Big ones always fascinated Rick. He couldn’t see them, because the rip in his friend’s pant wasn’t wide enough, but he could feel them. Using a thick middle finger, he traced the outlines of those hefty nuts.

Either because Buddy was fucking his face more rapidly now, or because the cloth had weakened further, the neighbor boy nodded his approval on the cock in his mouth. The seam opened and the tightly packed pouch dropped into view. The balls bounced against the rough cloth as Buddy increased the length of strokes into his friend’s mouth. Even he had to admit that bouncing balls on rough fabric had its advantages.

Buddy’s jounced his friend’s love-apples in his palm. The thick fingers jerking on Rick’s rod had brought the fat dick to full ready position. Now Buddy had the pleasure of eating more and more of the throbbing cock.

Rick’s nuts were practically humming as they slapped against the heel of the artists hand. They were building up a head of steam to force the hot cum-juice out on cue.The ever-fattening rod threatened to gag Buddy, but he took it like a man until the spongy head touched something deep in his throat. Jiggling the nuts even faster, Buddy allowed his throat muscle sheath to start a kind of wave motion, which traveled like a mysterious flutter and vibration up the stalk.

Once the wave reached the leaking tip, it rippled against the ring of flesh and bounced back. Each gulp in Buddy’s throat set up the same oscillating motion. The waves became so violent that they rocked Rick’s balls in their cushioning sac.

The sperm factories swayed in their cradle with more frequent gyrations until Rick felt the buzzer at the tip of his meat, like a raucous alarm clock in the morning, signaling it was time. He tapped Buddy on the knee as a warning and as a red alert. The kid was sucking him just as he liked it. He wanted his friend to taste his load in its rich variety.

Reluctantly, Buddy allowed the dick to withdraw until only its small nozzle was still inside his sucking lips. He bobbed his head a few times to set things off and waited.

Without his throat around it, the cock-shaft still seemed to be moving. Like a slinky spring on a stairs, it poured over the step from inaction to action. The pulsing shaft reared like a startled horse, nearly ripping itself from the munching lips. The rod bucked against its warm fleshy prison.