The Thing That Goes Hump in the Night

The Thing That Goes Hump In The Night

(bb, reluc, cons, mast, oral, rim, anal, bond, chast, milk, tickling, tentacles.)

By rectificatory@protonmail.com

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Anthony dreams that night after night the thing under his bed plays with his young body -- or are they only dreams?

Later he is encouraged to invite his friend over to join in fun -- will Joshua experience the same dreams too?

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A pleasured groan escaped Anthony's lips as the dexterous tongue assaulted his knob, sliding to-and-fro along the ridge that was usually hidden by his foreskin. Moments ago its serpentine length had been wrapped around his admirable three-and-two-thirds-inches [9â..." cm] long shaft, steadily milking him of copious amounts of salty-sweet precum. At first, he had been surprised by the sensation when his twelve-year-old cock had been engulfed by a warm, wet mouth, and it had begun to suck gently on him, he was sure that he was alone in his bed. He was no stranger to the feelings that having his cock played with would produce, but up until now they had only been provided by his own hand, and he had only started recently. Shifting his hips to the right slightly to edge himself away from the intense sensation, the tongue followed dutifully, continuing its work to stimulate the boy.

After several futile attempts to coax the tongue to play with anything else but his over-stimulated head, he reluctantly pulled back his slim waist to dislodge the persistent appendage. Regretting it almost immediately as the tongue departed from teasing the V under the head of his cock, he felt it coil around the top of his sack and give it a tug. It was not sharp or painful, but it did make him moan in discomfort and resist any more attempts to part company with the moist cavern surrounding his cock. The owner of the tongue seemed to enjoy his reaction as they coiled it tighter around Anthony's ball-bag, pulling the skin taut and compressing his balls. Having never played with them before, fearing that he would damage the delicate orbs, he was wholly unprepared for the new feelings that assailed him.

A dull ache as they were compressed just enough to make him whimper; an odd weightless feeling as they were expertly juggled, bounced up, down, around and into each other. He shivered as it traced the seam, bisecting them on its travels to the point where the wrinkled sack joined the rest of his body, and the tip flicked along the patch of skin that lead to his butt crack. Anthony wished for a world where the mouth could have 3 tongues, one each to play with his balls, shaft and head Well, maybe not my head so much he thought to himself, remembering that the feeling had been almost too good.

"Yes..." Antony hissed quietly as the tongue released his balls, leaving a pleasant ache and need pulsing within them as it wrapped itself once again around his neglected shaft.

It wrapped tightly, tighter, and tighter still around his throbbing pole, squashing it, just as it had been doing to his balls moments previously. Whoever owned the tongue must have thought that he liked the squeezing sensation given the moan that had escaped his lips. The tongue built up a steady rhythm, preventing and allowing the flow of precum to dribble out of his slit in turn. This went on for some time, each cycle the tongue's grip became just a fraction more firm until it cut off the flow of Anthony's precum entirely. He could feel his precum welling up inside him, still being produced but now with nowhere to go. The sensation grew and grew until, just like with his balls before, he was just at the edge of pain, then he was released. His precum flowed in a torrent, the tongue darting to his slit to lap up the nectar, even going so far as to push a little ways into his cock.

Who would do that to someone's cock? Anthony thought to himself, followed quickly by, and who would do that to my cock? The only two plausible candidates were his mum or his dad, the only other two people in his house. It most definitely would not be his mum, she was far too prudish to do anything remotely as erotic as this to him, or even within a hundred miles of him. If she had the ability to compel him to, he would be taking showers wearing his bathing suit as being that naked was deemed too sexual for an innocent boy such as himself.

The other option, his dad, seemed less unlikely though. The man had been asking him with alarming frequency, and out of hearing range of his wife, how Anthony was maturing, especially `down there'. More than once he had `accidentally' walked in on Anthony whilst he was showering, marking the only times that the boy would have accepted his mum's suggestion of wearing a Speedo, and let his gaze linger just a little too long on Anthony's slender young body. And that wasn't to mention the time the man had entered his bedroom unannounced as Anthony was playing with himself, and looked disappointed that the boy had not continued his activity.

More to the point, he found himself considering in a brief moment of lucidity, howis someone doing this to my cock?

As the tongue unhurriedly ran the length of his cock from under his balls, along the underside of his shaft, under the head, taking a second to poke the slit, over the glans and along the top of the shaft to where it met his belly, he gasped into his pillow, pressing his face into the material as it tickled the place where his pubes would soon be growing. He pushed his hips forward more firmly and wondered how he wasn't crushing his hard dick between himself and the springy mattress. There was absolutely no room beneath him for anyone to be, and it was almost as if a hole had opened up in its surface specifically to swallow his cock whole.

Antony's awareness of this strange situation seemed to trigger something in the probing tongue. As if it had been learning which of its ministrations elicited the greatest response it began to perform a `greatest hits' of its previously employed tricks. The tongue jumped from place-to-place around the boy's cock, never spending enough to push him over the edge, but each time bringing him ever closer. It was a light squeeze of his balls that eventually sent him over, as though the tongue was forcing the watery semen out of his body into the depth of the mouth below. It pulsed in time with the squirts of cum, swallowing its hard-earned treat as Anthony bit deeply into the fabric of his pillow to avoid crying out in ecstasy.

The next morning when he awoke to a pleasant tingling sensation in his cock, Anthony gingerly rolled over to inspect the bed beneath him. No hole was present.

Obviously! He told himself sternly, That would be impossible, it was just a dream...

But all the same, when he fished his slightly tender, slightly reddened cock and balls out of his briefs, they looked like he had just finished a marathon wanking session. He was also surprised to find them damp, not with his immature, white flecked cum, but with what looked suspiciously like drying saliva.

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When late evening arrived Anthony apprehensively climbed into bed, not sure what to expect. Ultimately, the experience had been a good one, if a little frustrating at times, but it was also really freaky. He was not sure that he would welcome a second round of teasing and edging given the slight soreness he had found himself with in the morning, but, perhaps, another dose of that toe-curling pleasure would be worth it. That night was marked with disappointment though, as was the next, and the rest of the week, the week after that, and then a few more days besides. There was a difference this time, many differences actually. Instead of laying on his front -- his usual position for sleeping -- he was laying on his back; he was fully awake, as opposed to the dream-like half-consciousness he found himself in last time; he was fully naked and uncovered, his briefs, the bed clothes and his pillow nowhere to be seen; and most disturbingly, something was restraining him.

In a moment of shock he turned his head to see what was gripping his wrists and ankles, but only caught a glimpse of a number of translucent, iridescent tentacles wrapping around various points of his body. An unseen tentacle tightened subtly around his neck, not painfully or even enough to prevent or even impede his quick panicked breaths, just enough to dissuade him from attempting further movement. Anthony tried to calm himself, whatever was holding him didn't seem to want to cause him any direct harm, only to stop him from moving more than a few millimetres in any direction. This is how he discovered he was being bound, not only at the wrists and ankles, palm-to-palm and sole-to-sole, but with a small gap between them, and at each elbow and knee too, these being pulled apart to form two diamond shapes above and below his torso. Another pair lay across his stomach and chest, each pointing in opposite directions. He could feel the lower one being thicker on his right-hand-side, the upper on the left.

Despite his predicament, and maybe because of his exposure, his cock began to rise, bobbing slowly in time with his heartbeat. A penultimate tentacle appeared before him, filling then blocking his vision, and came to rest over his quickly closed eyes. The last tentacle poked at his cheek, slithering across his face, it's rounded tip poking at the corner of his lips insistently. He didn't want to open his mouth because, while he had enjoyed having a tongue playing with his cock weeks ago, he wasn't quite sure he wanted to return the favour just yet. It was lucky then that this isn't what the tentacles had in mind. Applying pressure they did gently force his lips apart, but slipped over his teeth to the other side, pressed inwards and formed a gag reminiscent of the way bandanas were used in the Westerns Anthony loved to watch.

Anthony had a couple of worries at this point. The first and most pressing, was what would happen if he accidentally bit the tentacle gagging him? Would the one around his neck tighten again in retaliation? Could some other tentacles bite back? The second worry was about why the tentacles thought he needed to be gagged in the first place?

Both questions were about to be answered simultaneously as a dozen unseen feelers touched the sole of Anthony's left foot. His body would have risen several centimetres off of the bed if he hadn't been held down, and his scream of ticklish delight and shock would have awoken his mum and dad if not muffled by the tentacle. Purely on instinct, he bit the tentacle in his mouth as the sensation intensified, and finding it tougher and spongier than he had expected, he knew that it had been made specifically for this purpose.

Breathing heavily through his nose as he recovered from the surprise, he could smell vanilla and lavender, which he presumed was being made by the tentacles. Bracing himself as his heart-rate fell back to normal and his panting died down, he waited for the next ticklish touch. This one came on the inside of his right forearm, two, maybe three dozen feelers this time, stroking his skin so delicately he began to think he was imagining it. Until more join in on his right thigh, then his left sole again along with his left palm. More tickled the bridge of his nose and his right calf, still more traced his ribs. The ones that invaded his belly button were the ones to break him.

He had been keeping himself from laughing with great difficult, aside from the occasional half-gasp/half-giggle, but the sensitive skin around the rim of his navel proved to be his downfall. Bursting out into muffled laughter the feelers covering his body redoubled their efforts and were joined by more, until presently every millimetre of Anthony's body was being molested by them. Except his throbbing, leaking cock. That alone was granted a reprieve from the maddening touch. But he discovered new places on his body, that if touch just right, made it throb all the more. His ears for example, just a light stroking around the lobe cause his cock to twitch like almost nothing else.

Through the echoing laughter in his head, Anthony heard a voice, deep and rumbling.

"More." it said, and he shook his head. He couldn't take any more. "More." it insisted, and he groaned into the tentacle gagging him between guffaws and panted breaths. "More." it repeated, and he strained weakly to be free from his torment. "More." it commanded, and he replied "Yes." quietly in his head.

"More friends." it offered, and Anthony saw a vision of Joshua, his best friend, laying next to him, bound in tentacles, covered in feelers, wriggling and laughing silently beside him. The other boy's brown hair and black skin, a contrast to Anthony's own blond and white, only visible on the top of his head, and his exposed cock, the head a deep plumb colour as it leaked copiously, just as Anthony's was doing.

"Yes!" it called jubilantly.

Anthony's reward was for the tickling of his body to end, a moment's respite before all the feelers descended in unison onto his untouched cock. He could not moan or groan, scream or gasp, and his eyes rolled back into his head as the pleasure denied to him for so long was given with such intensity. He shot more than he ever had before, and maybe would or could again. He was consumed in one unending moment which passed slowly into darkness.

Bright sunlight shone across his body as he jolted awake, and he felt the tentacles still enfolding his limbs, until he realized that he was just tangled up in his bedsheets. He wondered as before if it was a dream, but untwisting the linen from around his arms and legs, he checked his body for signs of the night's activities. His body was bone dry, no sign of his prodigious ejaculation present, the only evidence of the strange occurrence was his rapidly deflating cock and his unwavering desire to have Joshua sleep over as soon as possible.

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"When?" questioned Anthony's mum after he had asked her if Joshua could come and have a sleep-over.

"I don't know if he can come yet," he replied, a snickering little voice inside his head adding but he will cum when he does.

The woman's face darkened slightly, "What are you smirking for?" she asked her son.

"N-no reason mum." Anthony said quickly, fixing his expression into a look of innocence. Changing the subject back to the original matter he added, "I just wanted to make sure we weren't doing anything for the next couple of weeks--" Once more, within his head, the little voice called out Tonight! Tonight! in hopeful glee. "--and, um, I didn't want to keep having to ask you about different dates." The voice piped up again with a sing-song lilt Ooh! It's a date, is it?

Anthony's mum smiled back at him, "That's so thoughtful," she told him, "Anytime will be fine with us, if it's fine with Joshua's parents, won't it dear." She had addressed her husband who had a delighted glint in his eyes at the prospect of having another boy in the house.

"Yes dear," he said simply.

Anthony grinned broadly as he continued eating his breakfast, glad that the table was hiding his current predicament. The unbidden voice's comment on him potentially arranging a date had stirred him in an unexpected way. He had never thought about going on a date with a boy before, or even imagined himself fancying another boy, especially his best friend. But here he was, day-dreaming of the moment when he and Joshua would be alone in his room, the situation more intimate and, if he knew the word for the feeling he was having right now, more erotic than any other he had ever thought of. Notwithstanding the promise he had made to introduce his current human best friend to his new monstrous best friend, the imagined result of that meeting was the very thing keeping him almost painfully erect.

It was difficult to keep this enthusiasm in check as he spoke to Joshua, and then to hide his disappointment when his friend told him that it would be four days until he could come over. The only upside to the wait, caused by Joshua having family visiting, was that Joshua's dad had told them that he could stay for a few nights instead of the one that the pair had been requesting.

It had been really hard for Anthony not to celebrate, after he had closed their video chat of course, by having a nice slow wank -- Ha! The little voice derided, When have you ever done that slowly? -- but resisted with great effort knowing that it would feel so much better, if a tiny bit scarier, to let his new friend help with the pleasure tonight. Never had he gone two days without doing it to himself since he had started, but he felt deep down that he shouldn't do it, or it would spoil the greater experience to come.

Tossing and turning, sleep evading him as he waited in anxious anticipation for the sexy fun his tentacled monster friend would provide, Anthony stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, trying his best to slip into slumber. When he woke the next morning, distinctly unrested and definitely unmolested by mouth or tentacle, he wondered if this was some sort of punishment for the delay in bringing a new friend to play with. Again he thought about relieving the aching need in his young cock.

Just one, -- probably unsatisfactory -- little wank wouldn't hurt, would it? he reasoned with himself, trying his best to ignore the prickly little voice that intruded when he had those thoughts. After the second night, even his parents noticed the change in Anthony. Irritable and unsettled, when asked what was wrong he replied with what was mostly the truth -- that he was feeling too hot at night.

He didn't tell them he was feeling hot with mounting and unstated arousal, but blamed it on the summer's increasing temperature. On the third night they saw him stretched out on his bed, having finally slipped into the lightest doze, positioned as if offering himself to some unseen force. His mum choosing to believe it to be the phantom of a cool summer breeze, and his dad imagining the soothing caress of something, or someone, less wholesome. Just before the fourth night his dad had suggested that Anthony sleep naked, much to the disapproval of his mum. The man had to laugh it off as a joke, but for once Anthony agreed with his mum, he did not want anyone to see the permanent boner he had been sporting for the last three days. The day finally came when Joshua arrived, and Anthony had trouble keeping his cool, and his hard-on hidden, as he and his friend laughed, and joked, and played as day turned into evening, turned into night.

"So..." Joshua said to Anthony as they both stood in the latter's bedroom, "Where's the camp bed going to go for me?"

Even though he was younger than Anthony by a few months, Joshua was more practical and astute than his friend. He could tell without measuring the distance, that the collapsible bed that he'd usually sleep on would no longer fit between Anthony's bed and the shelving unit stacked with books, boardgames and miscellaneous knick-knacks.

"Well..." Anthony said hesitantly, "You're gonna be sharing with me."

The new bed was big enough for two boys to sleep comfortably in, but that wasn't the issue at the forefront of Joshua's mind.

"Isn't that a bit...you know?" he asked, gesturing to the side with his head.

Anthony frowned a little, "You mean, queer?" he asked.

"Yeah..." his friend answered slowly, his eyes flicking down to Anthony's crotch "Not that there's anything wrong with that. I just didn't think that you... I mean, you've had a stalk on all day... So...?"

"It's not like you've never had one!" Anthony responded defensively as he pulled his t-shirt off. "I didn't think you were, but if you've been looking at me like that all day..." he added in a teasing tone.

"It's kinda hard to miss." Joshua shot back, hoping the compliment would defuse the situation, peeling off his own shirt and tossing it good-naturedly at his friend.

"Thanks." said Anthony, blushing and lowering his trousers, giving his friend a better view of his underwear clad cock.

"Welcome." Joshua shot back, dropping his own pants and stepping out of them.

"Hypocrite." the older boy muttered as he glanced at the tent in his friend's boxers. Joshua just giggled and jumped onto the bed.

"We're wearing PJs?" he asked Anthony.

"Nah. It's too hot. Easier with just them too."

Joshua raised an eyebrow, "Easier?" he repeated curiously. Anthony just shrugged in response.

Despite his protestations about two boys sleeping in the same bed, Joshua was the first to succumb to sleep. Anthony smiled as he felt his black friend's body heat so close to his back, and wished the arm the had been thrown possessively and tightly around his chest was just a bit tighter. He dearly hoped that now that he had fulfilled his promise of bringing a friend along to play he would get to have one of the mind-blowing orgasms again. Idly he wondered if his tentacle friend would be doing the same thing to both of them at the same time, or if he would be allowed to watch what happened to Joshua -- or join in, as the little voice had suggested. He could feel his own drowsiness creeping up on him now, it came much easier and much quicker than it had for the previous four nights.

"Hey!" Anthony called out quietly, shaking Joshua awake.

"What?" his friend mumbled, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the half-light filling the room.

"Midnight feast!" Anthony told him, shaking more vigorously now.

"Midnight...? Yes!" Joshua called out excitedly before slapping his own hand over his mouth and looking at the bedroom door.

"It's okay, they won't wake up," Anthony said, exuding a mysterious confidence.

"Why?" Joshua asked, a little confused and still not fully awake. Anthony didn't answer him, but held out his hand offering him an apple.

"Not what I'd usually think of having at a midnight feast," Joshua said, examining the fruit. It did look delicious though, ruby red and seeming to faintly radiate light. "I'd prefer candy," he told Anthony, reaching for it without quite realizing that he was doing so.

"It's a candied apple," Anthony reassured him, sounding exasperated and rolling his eyes.

Joshua bit into it, and it had to be a candied apple because it was the sweetest thing that he had ever tasted! He hadn't finished chewing and swallowing the first bite before bringing it back to his lips and taking another. The flavour of the second bite was slightly different, he could detect a subtle salty edge to the silky juice as it ran over his tongue, and it got more pronounced with each bite. He whimpered with loss and longing as he took his last bite, leaving nothing but a small, well gnawed core and slim stalk.

"You liked it then?" Anthony asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Nodding, Joshua wiped the juice from his chin and sucked his fingers clean, his tongue swirling around them, reminding Anthony of the tongue around his cock that first night.

"I can tell." he told his friend, nodding in the direction of Joshua's groin. The slim black cock with its plum purple head stood bobbing and free between his open legs. If Joshua had looked down at Anthony, he would have seen that his friend's cock was similarly on display. Anthony bit his lip as the sexual tension he felt within himself and between himself and Joshua ratcheted up. He needed to break it somehow, and came upon the mildest of ideas.

"Hey, Joshie?" he asked, "Can I, maybe, ki--"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as two pairs of red lips met. A deep groan came from both boys as Joshua's tongue invaded Anthony's mouth, and after a startled moment, Anthony's responded in kind. Neither boy could believe how good it felt as tongues danced, fingers curled into hair -- long and bright as the sun; short and rich as the earth -- they moved closer to each other, limbs tangling.

Their weight shifted, and they toppled onto the surface of the bed, Anthony pinning down Joshua for a moment, both cocks rubbing together before they broke the kiss.

"That was so gay." Joshua said breathlessly.

"Yeah it was, wasn't it." Anthony agreed, "Cool though."

A dreamy grin on his face, Joshua agreed too as he stared up into his friend's face for a long minute, an internal debate raging inside him.

"There's kinda something I've always wanted to try..." he told Anthony, his hips flexing slightly to rub his eager, recently used cock against his friend's impatient, denied one.

"I bet I can guess." Anthony told him, twisting and sliding his body until they were face-to-cock.

"Something like this?" he asked, diving to engulf the head of his friend's cock between his lips as he pressed his own against Joshua's lips.

Joshua parted his lips and tentatively lapped at the tip of Anthony's cock, tasting the precum flowing from the slit. His eyes widened in surprise, it tasted just like the juice of the apple, salty and sweet, and he wanted more. Allowing more of his friend's cock into his mouth, he sucked on it gently, milking it of its nectar as he felt his own cock sliding deeper into Anthony's mouth. The white boy pushed his own cock further into his friend's more, desperate with need, momentarily unthinking whether Joshua could handle or even wanted that much cock. He got a taste of his own medicine as the black boy's cock was shoved deeper into his own mouth, and he heard a grunt of surprise from his friend.

A slim, knobbly tentacle had pushed against and breached Joshua's virgin hole, making the younger boy's whole body jump. The intrusion hadn't been painful, far from it, he would never of dreamed that he could feel something so good down there, it was just unexpected. Anthony didn't get to wonder what had caused his friend's reaction, as a moment later he too had a tentacle slithering its way into his butt. Arching his back and pulling his cock from Joshua's mouth with a faint pop, Anthony granted his friend a brief reprieve.

"Not that ha--" Was all Joshua managed to say before Anthony plunged back in and began face-fucking him. Sensing the older boy's overbearing and unwelcome enthusiasm, tentacles wrapped around both boys, lifted them bodily, twisted them, and lay them back down, Joshua now on top, and Anthony underneath him.

Prevented from bucking wildly on the bed, desperate to have his cock sucked and get to cum, Anthony moaned as he felt a pair of tentacles tighten around his thighs just below his hips. In contrast to this, he gripped Joshua's buttocks, firmly massaging them and using them to guide the tasty black cock deeper into his mouth. He lashed at it with his tongue, feeling and savouring every millimetre of the dark skin and freely flowing precum. Joshua was now able to control how much of Anthony's cock he took into his mouth, pulling of every now-and-then to lick its length, or plant soft, ticklish kisses on it that made Anthony moan around his own cock in the most delicious way. The tentacles in their twitching holes had not been idle, steadily sliding their seemingly infinite knotted lengths into the boys.

Each bump massaged a new spot inside them, but never failed to hit their prostates -- one until now untouched, the other now well versed in the pleasure the gland can produce -- continually milking the precum into the other's mouth.

"S-something's happening," Joshua gasped, a thin filament of saliva connecting the corner of his mouth to Anthony's cock.

A particularly thick bulb in the tentacle had just run over his throbbing love-nut causing his cock to swell and pulse in Anthony's mouth. Quicker and more regularly the larger lumps came, bumping his prostate and sending him cross-eyed. "Oh fuck!" he called out, "I'm gonna-- Fuck! FUCK!"

He came hard, shooting his watery cum into his friend's waiting, greedy mouth. The feeling of suction was immense, it felt like his load was being pushed and pulled out of him at the same time. He didn't know how long it went on, but by the time it had finished he was more satisfied than he had ever been in his life.

"That was awesome," he told Anthony, panting for breath as his best friend, now and forever, gently nursed his still steel hard boner. It was unthinkable not to want to give his friend the same bliss as he had just received, but he needed the gentle caress and guidance of the tentacle pressing between his shoulder blades to bring him out of his pleasure induced stupor and, once again, suck on Anthony's cock.

Joshua thought he was being kind as he slowly sucked, taking his time to extend the build up to his friend's ultimate end. He could not know how his friend had been denied, and that he was unwittingly adding to the exquisite torture Anthony was experiencing. It had been over, Joshua though to himself, too fast, so he lazily built up his friend's pleasure, just how he imagined he would want it done to him. Maybe if he had remembered what his dad had told him on several occasions -- "You can have too much of a good thing," -- he would have let Anthony finish, but he didn't, he kept his snail's pace, prolonging his friend's agony and ecstasy.

But nothing can last forever, eventually he felt Anthony's cock throb just as his had done, and he tried to pull back. The tentacle coaxing him to remain asserted its presence, keeping him in place as Anthony's pent-up, fuller load flooded his mouth. It tasted far better than Joshua had hoped, not as sweet or salty as the precum he had been swallowing for seconds, minutes, hours, but had a tanginess all of its own. When he was allowed to, he pulled away, savouring the taste before twisting, as Anthony had done so long ago, so that they could face one another again. "That was mint." said Joshua with an effort.

"Yeah, it was," Anthony gasped, looking up with unfocused eyes, basking in the afterglow of his long awaited release. Joshua bent down and laid a lop-sided kiss on his friend's pale, red lips, and sighed as they both enfolded the other in their arms.

The dawn rays fell across their bodies as Anthony and Joshua lay side-by-side on the bed.

"Was... Was that real?" Joshua asked.

"I reckon so. Not exactly the first time that's happened to me." Anthony told him. "Really? So we can do that again?" Joshua asked enthusiastically.

"Probably tonight," Anthony replied, as he felt Joshua wriggling beside him, glad that his friend was not just spending one night with him.

"Why wait until tonight?" Joshua asked, throwing his leg over Anthony's body, shuffling upwards until he could rest the wet, shiny head of his cock on his friend's lips.

"Mm, nice." Anthony moaned, taking hold of Joshua's hips with both hands, guiding the purple and black cock into his mouth. Joshua moaned too as a shadow moved behind him, and he felt something tickle his quivering and welcoming hole.

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