RB-129 Plow Boys

Excerpt

As soon as Lance and Murph were stripped, they rushed into the water, sending up thundering splashes as they dived into its crystal depths. As he hurried to follow, Tony cursed silently. They had been too fast for him. He had had no chance at all to get a look at the main objects of his interest, their meaty cocks. Be patient, he told himself, something will happen before much longer. He was sure he could depend on that. At least he hoped so. The three boys swam far out into the cooling water. Tony found himself feeling incredibly free, totally happy. Looking around, he discovered that Murph and Lance were keeping pace with him, one on either side. He prided himself on being a strong swimmer, and most people would have been left behind by now. Not these two. He had met his match, at least in the water sports department.

Suddenly both of his new companions ducked beneath the surface. Treading water, Tony searched around for them frantically. Neither Murph nor Lance was anywhere to be seen. Tony swallowed a mouthful of water, sputtered, tried to catch his breath. What was going on, anyway?

Then he knew. He let out a startled cry as he felt a big hand grab hold of his balls and yank. Just then, Murph surfaced, snorting and grinning, his hand still clutching Tony’s scrotum firmly.