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Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn! Chapter 11.
Meanwhile, Jeremy had bent down over the developing cockhound and licked the kid's nips to give him a live and living spitsucking demo. In true-to-form fashion, up came Rusty's body arching into Jerry's chest and then undulating with his chest falling and his butt rising up to meet Jeremy's reaming, red-boning, rut-fucking, ram-slamming, boyman cock!
"Fuck you, mah man...mah d-u-u-u-u-d-e!" Jeremy gritted through clenched teeth, pummel-pounding his fuckslave. Spit sprayed over Rusty as Jeremy continued to cheer them both on.
"You a cockhound, mannnnn!" Jeremy gritted.
"Cuh-Cuh-Cock----hound!" Rusty repeated.
"You fuckin' need it....need it b-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-d!" said Jer.
"Uhhhhhh...n-e-e-e-e-e-e-d it!" Rusty parroted, "b-a-a-a-a-a-a-d!"
Jeremy's jockboy buttcheeks dimpled and fleshed out full, flexing those finely honed tail muscles again and again in rapid fire rut-fucking reamage.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Rusty wheezed into Jeremy's crimson face not 3 inches above his face. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Jeremy roared.
"E-v-e-r-e-e-e-e day...A-n-y time....fer a-w-w-w-a-y-s an' a-w-w-a-y-s!" Jerry coached.
"Ehh..Evvee ugh day....an' awways an' awways!" Rusty repeated.
"For who???" Jeremy interrogated.
"Uhffff...unngh...fah...fah yu....Jer-re...suh....mmm-m-a-a-a-a-a-a-s-t-e-r!!!!!" Rusty moaned, and then.......
Tears streamed from Rusty's eyes and ran down the side of his face into his ears. Jeremy burrowed deeper and folded his fuckboy into a knees-to-his-ears ball as Rusty achieved the most perfeck joy of his whole life and cried out to his teenboy cockmaster....."FUCKMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Pleeeeeze oh pleeeeze ohhh pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhyehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" gasped his ravaging teenboymaster.
Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn! Chapter 11.
Jeremy was caught up in his own rapture....his need...his need to fuck this kid! He couldn't believe how much this teentool he brought to the brink of manhood was giving him in return!
All the cunt that kid Jeremy had....from rainbow dickin' with the other jocks at parties....to cheerleaders crawling down the aisles of the team buses with a dude's dick in her slot while she blowed the first dick that flopped in front of her....to the babysitting lays that had become legend....and now...to look down into the beet-red, sweat-soaked face of a dude as big and handsome as he was, giving him and getting himself, the pleasure of a fucking lifetime!
"Ughhh! UGHHH! Fuck YUUUUUUU, bitch! Fuck YU!" Jeremy raged on and on as he pounded his purpled-up, plumb-knobbed prick up that kid again and again.....and againnnnnnnnnnn!!!
'SMACK!' Jerry waled on Rusty's chest with his palm after that last rut.
"UPHHH!" Rusty grunted. It stung....stung him bad. He had actually bounced from the sheer force of the slap and when he rose up he drove Jer even deeper into him, and made stars shoot across Jerry's eye when the smack made Rusty tighten that sphincter around his teen-thumping-tool. Rusty felt he was actually being raised up off the bed by that powerpud Jeremy was thrilling the daylights out of him with!
Oh mannnn! Ohmannnn! He was rising up...higher....and higher....OMG he looked up and saw almost the whole of Jerry's cock masher sliding out of him only to be driven back DOWN into him. From up on his shoulders, Jer pressed the young dude's barenaked feet bottoms to the wall above the headboard, gripping the kid's ankles from behind like vises.
Jeremy was up on his feet, crouched and straddling his teentool's ass and plowing straight down that hole like a jackhammer! Sweat poured off Jerry's face...off his brows....his black crewcut hair....his nose...his chin. Underneath him, Rusty's belly and chest were drenched in his own as well as Jeremy's sweat.
Chills and a tingle fire went off in Jer's cockhead when he felt the rutsurge up into him from Rusty's erotic contortion, and then he felt the kid reach above his slamming butt cheeks and then digging the tips of his fingers into Jeremy's tailcrease, Rusty pulled his fuckmaster harder! ....and harder! ....and ever fucking harder down into his body!
He wanted more and more and morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre of everything Jeremy could give him!
"Cummmmm....cummm....cummmmminnnnnggggg!!!!!! Ohgod...ohman! Take it you bitch. You fuckin' know you need it....BITCH! YU FUCKIN' BITCH! Take itttttttttttttttttttt!!!!"
"Cuh...Cuh-uh-mmm---mingggggg!" Rusty stammered in a gasping hoarse whisper, while hunching his tortured butthole up into his jockboy fucker.
"Phhhwhewwwwwwwwwwwwwffffffffffffh!" they wheezed in harmony of mutual creamoff.
Those few minutes of comedown for both kids seemed like an hour. Jeremy was all but suspended above Rusty's ass, still impaled, head hung down and the heaving sighs were now ebbing.
Rusty's gasps in his still contorted position were easing to normal breaths now as he gripped Jer's hips with his sweaty hands, though not nearly as tight as when they were at their mutual cumfucking peaks before blowoff.
Jeremy's distorted cock squirmed out of Rusty's cumfilled hole as Jer slipped himself down over Rusty's chest for cleanage and pampering.
Rusty didn't even think about it as the young teen's cock arched semi-hard over his face....he opened his mouth and sucked off the spent drooze of studboi spermage and Rusty's own tail slime.
Jeremy told his buttbuddy, "You did good, mah man! Goooo-oooooood!!!" Rusty was expressionless as he swulluped and squlpped over the meaty morsel he was just then serving a helping of lips, spit and tongue.
"I hope yuh know mah dude," Jer said as punched Rusty in four rapid fire shots to his pecs to which the sucking dickslave grunted and bounced under Jeremy's butt....then continued...I hope yuh know....THAT mah man was your very fust ever fuck. DUDE!!!! Yur very fust FUCK!!!!"
I never toldja, but I never fucked no 'nuther dude a'fore neider...so you my man, are MY very fust too!!!
Rusty's eyes blinked at that, and straining to raise his hand to match Jeremy's high-fiving handslap like the toyteen robot he'd become, never letting his mentor's cock slip from his lips.
Jer slapped at Rusty's face several times playfully but hard, and stinging, and then pulled his prick from the kid's mouth and beat it around Rusty's face eyes, and nose before he stuffed it back in for one last "Schmuurgffl!"....then stepped over Rusty to the floor.
Rusty lay there in a daze of his own aftercum....the after suck...and the afterfuck! If his mind was connected at that moment he'd have been in disbelief of what had just happened since they got down in Jeremy's bedroom after school that afternoon.
Jeremy was bending down and messing with some shit on the floor of the closet, out of Rusty's vision.
He came up to the bedside, still buttnaked with his finely honed tool at half mast, and with the filthy jock he'd had Rusty wearing that week to put back on, telling him to dip it in some of the piss Jeremy gave him to keep at his house. He handed him an extra musky pair of boxers he'd worn jogging that week. "Sshppphfitt!" Jeremy hawked up a fine gob of spit to 'freshen' the jock up as he handed it to Rusty.
"Get up, bundle up yur clothes and sneaks, and leave them next to my laundry there on the closet floor. I'll pick out some stuff to bring you in the morning when you gimme my fresh pair of boxers.
"Oh....and I wantchu at school a half hour early. Meet me by the picnic tables...we'll find someplace quiet....ahmenna want another piece'a that tail'a yurs in the morning ahm sure....so have yuhself ready to please, slave boy!"
Shivers streaked down Rusty's spine....things were moving so fast....toooo fast. And geez...had Jer ever called him...SLAVE boy before?
He nodded, dutifully deposited his clothes and sneaks in the closet and as he pulled on the dirty boxers over the grungy jock, he moved toward the door to leave and looked longingly....for something, anything, from Jeremy....nuthin'.
Jer just stood there with a blank stare at Rusty as his fingers magically keyed in an email to 'Hungwun' without looking at the keyboard. He was looking right through Rusty. The door opened and Rusty disappeared through it, pulling it gently closed til it clicked.
Rusty gingerly barefooted down the stairs of the strange house, naked except for Jeremy's dirty jock and boxers. He set out for home in the light of the still bright afternoon, not knowing who or what he was anymore it seemed. Nothing seemed to be his own anymore....not his clothes....not his time....and surely not his fucking own body!!! He felt Jeremy's gushy spitwad in the cup of the jock squishing against his balls and dick....and he got all flushed for a sec there....Jeremy's spitty lob coating his dickhead and his nuts. The image and naked gooshy feel to his nutsack, along with the squishy squssk going on in his buttfurrow where Jeremy's load was lubing his cheeks with every step....it all came together it seemed and his senses tingle-diddled his dickhead as he continued walking barefoot toward home. He couldn't help feeling so shamy when he started to throw a rod! Gawwwwd! Hot and fired over another dude's spit....and.... cummmmm!
Brookie
They were sitting on the stoop in front of Rusty's house after dinner and just past twilight. All that was left of the sun was a faint orange glow over the housetops across the street.
Since before school had let out, Brook was hounding Rusty with emails and text messages for him to let him come over that night. I mean, he liked the 'Rookie' and all, but they weren't pals or nothing, and he had enough on him with Jeremy and his becoming a 'man'.
The hounding continued after he got home from Jeremy's....but now it was phone calls...his cell...which he turned off and then the 'rents phone in the house.
Rusty finally relented. The poor kid idolized Rusty, and just wanted a chance to spend some time with him alone. 'WTF?' Rusty said to himself when the phone rang again, and he told Brook it would be ok for him to come over after dinner for a bit. He'd meet him outside about 6:30.
By this time Rusty had gotten his shower, poured some of Jer's piss out of the jar he had hidden into the cup of the jock, and shoved the disgusting thing under his bed to air and dry. He put a clean pair of his own boxers in his backpack for Jeremy in the morning. Of course, he'd be wearing this same filthy boxer and jock combo through till the next afternoon. Then he just lay down.... and soon he was sound asleep, exhausted from having had the brains fucked out of him that afternoon.....as he slipped off, he wrapped his hand around his best friend inside the boxers and sighed...."I still don't believe......."
So out there on the steps, Rusty was in another world, but was trying to be a friend to the kid who absolutely fucking worshipped him.
Brook had run all the way home the day Jeremy had let him have just a little...well a lot more than a little taste of his love god, Rusty. And the socks...Rusty's socks! Jeremy had stuffed the dirty socks in Brook's pocket and when the kid started the walk home after his first chance at Rusty's handsome body, he screamed for joy when he felt and pulled the socks out and ran all the way home clutching them so tight in his hands that they were actually damp from his sweaty palms.
Since that day, he'd practically rubbed his lips and tongue raw licking and sucking the toes, soles and heels of those delicious feetie covers. And of course, there was no overlooking the underwear he'd swiped off the floor in the locker room that day when Jeremy first had Rusty wear Jer's dirty underwear home, while forgetting his own boxers under the bench.
One smiff into those socks that afternoon as he walked home, shaking like a leaf from the excitement of owning a piece of Rusty lore at last..... How he would treasure it! Anyways....one smiff....and the poor fucker blowed his load right his own shorts!! Everything about Rusty made the young dude cream....in the real....as well as the fantasy! This time...well, this was the first time (wellll, he did have the boxers from the locker room)...anyways, it was the first 'nother time he'd had something to joy with of Rusty's and so when he juiced off....that, he felt, was like a part of Rusty, too, and walked home slowly and gingerly, trying not to lose too much of the boy goo that was seeping through his pants and into his pubes. Once he was in sight of his house, he made a beeline for it and bounded up the stairs to his room stripping his duds off down to the drenched boxers which had started to paste themselves to all his pubic hairs and skins, cock and balls.
He started to throw his jeans to the floor and then took a look....and there just west of his fly was a silvery dollop of seeped goo. His tongue snaked out and he treasured it whispering hoarsely, "Rusteeeeeeeeeeee!"
Of course it wasn't Rusty's cum, it was his own....but it was caused by the scent inside Rusty's musky socks when he pulled them so gently to his face and consumed all they had to offer him. He had knee-buckled right there in the street as he pumped one of the biggest and most forceful wads of his life into his pants.
He then lay naked to his bed and put Rusty's boxers over his head and while sniffed and snorfed the teengod funk, he pulled his own cum soaked shorts underneath Rusty's and licked off all his own spooge in celebration of his touching of something 'Rusty'.
Well, these days, he treasured the taste of Rusty first hand that day Jeremy let him feed on him, annnnnnnd, the dirty socks. He was sooooo glad Rusty had worn full crew socks that day so that he had more sock that touched more of Rusty than those quarter or sneaker socks.
Each night, he'd lock his door, beat himself off with Rusty's shorts over his head and his dream dude's socks on his feet, making a diamond with his knees and feet on the bed, with the soles pressed hotly together!
And now....NOWWWWW he was right here, on Rusty's front stoop....breathing the same air Rusty was breathing...inhaling some of his idolboi's exhale when they were face to face. He even looked between his legs at the step right where he was sitting...the step where Rusty sat maybe 'hunnerts' of times his own self before this.
"I know it's Jeremy you like R-R-Rust...but geeez...I'm so scared to say...." Brook was stammering.
"Hey, look Brookie...I like yuh man...I really do. Hey we sorta...well, we even...yuh know... had se....were together that time with Jeremy and...did....stuff." Then, feeling stronger, he said, "and we even ate pussy together first time....'member? So we not like stranger guys yuh know. After what we done awreddy togedder, we sorta...yuh know....buds. Maybe.... It's jus'...lookit....it's not Jeremy and me neither. I just sorta helped him out and he offered to return the favor and we been like doin'....learning me stuff...like with that girl in the boiler room...see what I mean?
Brook was hanging on every word and was breathless in the presence of what he dreamed and beatoff over for at least the last four fucking years! The poor fucker musta shot a hundred gallons of boy spoo with Rusty's name crying from his lips as he buried his face in the pillow and sighed, "So gooooood!" in his aftercum each night.
He nodded as Rusty explained what Jeremy and Rusty had going for Rusty.
Rusty continued and almost shattered his new friend, "I know yur qu...gay....Brookie. And it's okay, man...." he said comforting the newly shook up boy with an arm around his shoulder.
Brook almost swooned into his idol's shoulder but caught himself....worrying he'd scare Russ off.
"Yuh know, Rust....we both 'A' studes, yuh know...and well...I bet if yu ast yur 'rents about coming over my house tonight....they'd letcha," Brookie asked animatedly and sooooo excited!
Rusty wasn't shocked at the overture, but thought Brook was rushing the deal a bit. "Uhmmm....I dunno, Brook....school night....clothes fer morning...gotta do stuff fer....Jer...." It still amazed him how his life was driven...ruled by Jeremy....and maybe...he was just a bit shamed....a lot shamed over it.
"It's still light....long's as it ain't dark yet, betcha they letcha come over and I p'omise I'll show you the time of yer life. You won't have to do nuthin'. I'll do it all....it'll be so great, yuh know? Yuh know don'tcha?"
Rusty was still stalling....but the Rookie could swear he was wanting to do it.
"Lookit...it's NOT like we wuz strangers yuh know, right? I mean....we laid on a bed naked togedder this week! You and me sucked and holy shit...we did it all....and to each other. We pracktally been inside each'n udder....and I been dreaming about us...YOU...'n me for all these years.... Don'tcha wanna help me out? C'monnnnnn....pleeeeze? Yuh neveh be sorry, I p'omise 'n swear and hope tuh die????" Brookie said crossing his chest and holding his palm up in his best 'p'omisin'swear'.
There they were! The magic words! The words that changed Rusty's life just a few short days ago....or was it weeks....well it seemed he'd been on his knees for Jerry for fucking EVER!...and those words had probably changed him forever! And there they were again, though from a totally different direction, and a totally different meaning.
I think his eyes welled up as he pulled from Brookie's pleading clutches and went in the house. Brook was broken. He'd lost his first....and last....best chance to be with the kid that each of his days rose and set on.
He hung head and fiddled with a weed growing out of the crevice between the steps....then pulled it out, and striking a Huck Finn pose, shoved it between his teeth and sighed as he got up, stuffed his hands deep into his pockets and headed down the walk in probably the deepest funk of his life.
Two kids....different thinks...different needs....parting each with a tear in their eyes for totally different reasons. 'It just wasn't meant to be,' Brookie could hear in his mind's eye as he reached the street. 'I drived him away fum me ferever!'
'Bammmbuh! Thwhump-bwaump-bahthupp!'
"Whut thuh??!!" Brook looked back in the direction of the ruckus.
"Meetchu out front in a sec, boy!"
"'Kay, pop!" Rusty called back to his dad.
With a coddling arm, and a squeeze, here was Rusty butt kicking Brookie from behind and saying, "Yur on, dude! Pop's driving us over to yur place." Brookie burst into tears at the joyful shock and then smothered his shame in his tee shirt front, using it like a rag and sniffled....."R-Really?"
"Lookit!" Rusty pointed.
There before they reached the driveway came Russ's dad backing down the driveway and flipping open the door.
Brook was unable to speak.
Rusty roughed him, rustled his hairs and knee-booted his ass into the middle of the seat next to Rusty's dad, threw his backpack in the back, and then flopped his own butt in and slammed the door.
"Point the way, boys!" 'Pop' said.
"Fuh-Fuhst left, s-s--sir...and den straight for two ba-blocks," Brook stammered.
"Well, Brook...I never met you, son, but Russell thinks your a good kid and is glad you invited him. Hope your parents are okay with this. When we get there, I'm coming in with you to meet them, hear?"
"Oh, pop...d'yuh gotta...?" Rusty whined.
"No buts, boy. Gotta...is all."
In a few short moments they were at the door and Brook ushered the man and his son in to meet and greet.
The dads seemed to like other right off, swapped phone numbers for any emergency over night and with a quick hug to Rusty and a wave to the others, Russ's dad was gone and the kids were treated to some ice cream before heading up to Brook's room for the night.
"My folks lemme be, Rust...and they even built me like a suite over the garage...I got evverthin'....TV, stereo, pod setup, fridge, pantry, even make my own pizza in the oven."
Rusty lit up. "Heyyyyy...'at's great...I make my own, too....but gawwwwwwwwd....I don't live in nuthin' like'iss. BROOKIE! This place is a mansion!!!"
Rust was floored with the huge and airy rooms, and all the fuckin' toys a kid could ever want, from sports gear to surprise surprise....Brook pulled out a 7 inch dildo the perfect image of a real dick!
"Wh-Where...how?!!" was all Rusty could say in his awe at the first dildo he'd ever seen up close and not in a magazine ad.
"Ha!" Brook laughed. "I was snorfin' in that bookstore in town one aftahnoon and it was pretty busy, and I filched it. Stuffed in my shorts and made off wit'it."
"Ummmmmm....." Rusty was stuck for the word.
"Yu mean...have I used it, right? Cat gotcha dick?" Brook teased.
"Yeh...ummm...didja...like...stick...stick it...up yuh??! err anythin'?"
"Nawww....but I do diddle my ass with the knob when I'm funnin' myself....yahhhhh! I wanna stick it in me tho....maybe....tuh.....night???!" he teased some more.
Rusty was too awed with everything and was just swarming the place with his eyes.
Brook told him to walk around, 'case the joint'....get the feel...it's your place too now, after all," the very giving Brookie offered.
Rusty did just that...and was into everything. He grabbed the remote and switched on the TV....then the stereo....pulled out pizza stuff he saw right off in the fridge, and took a soda, popping the top and slugging a huge gulp down....burping all the way into the bedroom....and then the bathroom. Soon he came on back out to the front room which had a wood floor with scatter rugs all around.
This became most pronounced when Brookie took a slippy slidy running start in his sock feet on the wood and jumped to one of the carpets and rode it right up into Rusty's feet where it crumpled into rolls like an accordian and he went to his knees....put the palms of his hands on each of Russ' thighs and pressed his face into Rusty's fly. His tongue oozed out from between his lips and licked into the flap over the zipper. He licked from bottom to button.....and then back down to where Rusty's dick hung out when he pissed. In the tiniest, breathless whisper to himself, Brookie sighed...."Oh my god....at last...oh fuck....at last....he's in my house....my room....and gogohgod....he's on my lips!!!!!"
Rusty's head flew back and his closed eyes looked to the ceiling as he sucked in a breath and held frozen in shock and sensual froth. He was going into a swoon. The gentle pressure of Brookie's tongue against his zipper sent chills of boysex fever shooting out to every nerve ending. He couldn't believe how that simple, almost non-touch-touch of tongue lapping at the front of his pants could bring him to the edge so thrillingly.....and so fucking fasssssssst!
His hands fell to Brook's head and he was actually pushing Brookie away....so close was he to blowing off and now that he had accepted to be joyed by his first gay friend, he wanted to get the full effects of everything that happened.....and for once....he might actually have control of things sexual once again after the internal torment his mind and body had been taken through under Jeremy's 'tutelage' the last days...week...month... geez...how long had it been since he agreed to 'help' Jeremy out in the locker room?
That was far away now as Brookie took hold of the zip tag and eased it down slowly, sending shivers up and down Rusty's prick. He opened Russ' belt and top button and folded the fly flaps open wide. His prize was blooming right before his eyes, bobbing there in all it's glory just under Jeremy's boxers.
Of course, part of the Jeremy-Rusty ritual each day was for Rusty to wear Jer's dirty boxers from the previous day, and his jock from the previous week's gym activity. We remember that on many an occasion, Jer would usher Rusty into a secluded spot in school and have the kid fuck-jack his cock till he shot off in the already rank jock Rusty was wearing. Rusty also had to pound a load in each night himself, wet it with Jer's piss, and piss in it every day himself to keep the rancid funk 'fresh'.
Even the filthy, dirty, funk musk of two boys' sweat, piss and cum couldn't deter Brookie from serving his idol. He would wash his dreamboi's balls and dick and ass with his tongue till it smelled only of Brookie's own tongue.
He knew Rusty had to do stuff for Jeremy in the morning. He already knew HE was going to do all that for Rusty. Rusty would want for nothing this night under the worshipping hands, lips tongue and skins of his sworn cockslave.... Brookie the Rookie....who was no 'rookie', no more!
Rusty shivered with every gingerly movement of Brook's gentle fingers while Brook disrobed and kissed each and every boy part of this jerk off fantasy fuckboy dream come true of his.
From the moment the carpet slid to a stop at Rusty's feet, Brookie never left his knees. The jeans slipped down to Russ' ankles. Brook pushed his dream's shirt up to the kid's neck and then pulled him down so he could remove it....licking the bared belly and chest, nips and armpits as he did so.....driving Rusty stark raving crazy!
He now sat to the floor and with one sneaker foot in his lap he removed it and the pants leg crumpled down there....then repeated with the other leg and foot. He took Rusty's right hand and put it on top his head so Rusty could balance himself while Brookie chewed on the left sock still on Rusty's foot. Rusty was so consumed by it all that he almost couldn't breathe.
Then with the entire toes part of Rusty's foot and sock inside Brook's face, Brookie eased the sock down and off and into his mouth...entirely. His mouth stuffed like a balloon with teen sock, he looked moltenly up into Rusty's face and chewed a few times, before he gently took it from his mouth and petted it, folded it, and went for the other sock and foot.
In that short break in Rusty's rapture, he was able to think again for a moment and the words, 'I see it, but I don't believe it' kept screaming through his head....and then his other hand was placed on Brook's head and the sock-lick-suck-chew began again.
When he had finally placed all the folded clothes in a pile next to him topped with the spit damp socks he'd eaten, he went down on his chest....flat to the floor and licked between Rusty's toes which were wiggling like oversized, fat worms under Brookie's tongue. Rusty was having a terrible time trying to stay on his feet. The sensual pitch was constantly at various degrees approaching overload since the second his fly was pressed into Brook's face.
Now he was completely, absolutely, bare-balls naked in that whole wide room with a teenboy classmate sprawled completely dressed on the floor sucking the life out of his every toe and both feet!
He was rocking back and forth in a near faint and then he caught himself once more trying to focus on something other than the tingling electric charges surging up his thighs into his cockhead....and then everything stopped for what seemed a long time....but it was only about 5 seconds....there on the floor, Brookie's ass was rut-humping the floor and the seat of his jeans was rippling, inflating and deflating it seemed for those few seconds of an otherwise motionless Brookie.
Then, heavily breathing and sighing muttering something under his breath that sounded like, 'Sooooogoooood!' the boy resumed his service to his dream idol.
What a fucking joy! The young sex-crazed teener had just gone off in his pants in the splendor of eating his teen dream's feet! As he restarted the feet-eating ritual, he rubbed his fly-front hard and rutted into the floor in the ecstasy of the sensational aftercum jolts from the head of his tender prick that wracked his slim frame from hairs to toes, thrilled in knowing his cum swarshing all over his cock and balls was caused by this dream-cum-true that he was eating the fuck ALIVE!!!!!
Russ' and Brook's excellent adventure was about to begin..........
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