His lusty cry made me pry it stiffly up to my drooling lips, basting it like a Christmas turkey, slobbering my tongue up that loose-skin, sheathed core, to then plant loving kisses over the candy-apple head, taking care to especially diddle that stretched cockmouth, tasting the sweet/salty maleness that was pure Poppa Steve.
"Awwh! Awwwh! FUCK!" Poppa suddenly lunged upward, taking no prisoners.
Only then--as I saw Juan teeter backwards toward me--saw Tom and Jeb dive for cover, and Steve rise up and tower over us--did I realise he'd allowed himself to be pinned by Juan.
Bullballs swinging--his thumping cock dripping pre-cum all over the barn floor--he headed for the jumble of hay bales, throwing a horse blanket over a few. I watched his flexing array of upper-back muscles, fanning lats and the seductive sway of Poppa Steve's hairy balls below his furry ass globes when he parted his massive thighs.
"Get over here, Juan," he said. "It's time we bump things up a notch or two."
We stood together watching Juan's ten-inch, mahogany crowbar knife though space--his enormous tits and round ass nakedly on display--walking majestically over to Poppa. And then following Steve’s lead, he climbed up on the blanket-covered bales--the two of them side-by-side on their hands and knees, bare asses mooning us--their big thighs spread wide.
"Look at those BALLS!" Tom shouted, grabbing my bicep.
"Oh god," Jeb whispered, following us as we hypnotically walked closer, our cocks snapping around in hot distention, themselves dripping like faucets in arousal.
"Do what you want," Juan husked over his right shoulder. "We both showered....so go for the gold!"
Not hesitating a second, I headed for Steve—my glowing cockhead in line with his furry, naked buttcrease--suddenly mesmerized by the sight of the most private, most intimate part of a stud’s, ultra-masculine body.
Those spread, downy-haired, male cheeks were spread like a silent, beckoning invitation--one only my twitching, drooling, big-headed cock seemed to understand. It bucked as it felt the heat radiating from the bullseye of Poppa Steve's hairless, dusky-pink slice--that maddeningly winking oval of love, calling to my cock--begging it to probe inside.
"Awww, MAN!" Tom was squatting just low enough to rub his tits all over Juan's wide-open butt, the sight so over-the-top raunchy, Jeb stood open mouthed and furiously jacking his curvaceous meat until, feeling left out, Jeb headed around the bales to offer Juan and Steve his proud, dripping, eight-inch, virgin love rocket. I could hear his moans as they leaned-in to lick and play and kiss and nibble all teen cock and balls they ever wanted, while being serviced from behind by two more teens.
I was trembling--my mind shutting down--my hard cock taking over the controls. And it rubbed its horny length up Poppa's crease, the prickly tingles bunching-up my fat, horny nuts. And when I slid it back down, my cockhead got pried under the swells, suddenly bending my shaft backwards, my big bulb banging Poppa's furry ballbag. Delicious thrills rifled up my tingling spine as I felt my knob hit those soft rocks, my cockbush scrubbing Poppa's tender twat.
"Ummmmph!" I looked to my right to see Tom's whole face buried inside Juan's beachball, mocha-toned ass, whorishly lapping Juan's slit. Tom was squatting--his broad back arched--his own sweet butt wagging as he snorted and rooted into Jaun's crease--his boyballs swinging below.
"Awwwwh, c'mon, Todd!" I heard Poppa yell over his shoulder. "DO IT!!!"
"D-do what?" I had to ask.
"FUCK it, son! That's what it's FOR!"
"Awwh! Awwwh! FUCK!" Poppa suddenly lunged upward, taking no prisoners.
Only then--as I saw Juan teeter backwards toward me--saw Tom and Jeb dive for cover, and Steve rise up and tower over us--did I realise he'd allowed himself to be pinned by Juan.
Bullballs swinging--his thumping cock dripping pre-cum all over the barn floor--he headed for the jumble of hay bales, throwing a horse blanket over a few. I watched his flexing array of upper-back muscles, fanning lats and the seductive sway of Poppa Steve's hairy balls below his furry ass globes when he parted his massive thighs.
"Get over here, Juan," he said. "It's time we bump things up a notch or two."
We stood together watching Juan's ten-inch, mahogany crowbar knife though space--his enormous tits and round ass nakedly on display--walking majestically over to Poppa. And then following Steve’s lead, he climbed up on the blanket-covered bales--the two of them side-by-side on their hands and knees, bare asses mooning us--their big thighs spread wide.
"Look at those BALLS!" Tom shouted, grabbing my bicep.
"Oh god," Jeb whispered, following us as we hypnotically walked closer, our cocks snapping around in hot distention, themselves dripping like faucets in arousal.
"Do what you want," Juan husked over his right shoulder. "We both showered....so go for the gold!"
Not hesitating a second, I headed for Steve—my glowing cockhead in line with his furry, naked buttcrease--suddenly mesmerized by the sight of the most private, most intimate part of a stud’s, ultra-masculine body.
Those spread, downy-haired, male cheeks were spread like a silent, beckoning invitation--one only my twitching, drooling, big-headed cock seemed to understand. It bucked as it felt the heat radiating from the bullseye of Poppa Steve's hairless, dusky-pink slice--that maddeningly winking oval of love, calling to my cock--begging it to probe inside.
"Awww, MAN!" Tom was squatting just low enough to rub his tits all over Juan's wide-open butt, the sight so over-the-top raunchy, Jeb stood open mouthed and furiously jacking his curvaceous meat until, feeling left out, Jeb headed around the bales to offer Juan and Steve his proud, dripping, eight-inch, virgin love rocket. I could hear his moans as they leaned-in to lick and play and kiss and nibble all teen cock and balls they ever wanted, while being serviced from behind by two more teens.
I was trembling--my mind shutting down--my hard cock taking over the controls. And it rubbed its horny length up Poppa's crease, the prickly tingles bunching-up my fat, horny nuts. And when I slid it back down, my cockhead got pried under the swells, suddenly bending my shaft backwards, my big bulb banging Poppa's furry ballbag. Delicious thrills rifled up my tingling spine as I felt my knob hit those soft rocks, my cockbush scrubbing Poppa's tender twat.
"Ummmmph!" I looked to my right to see Tom's whole face buried inside Juan's beachball, mocha-toned ass, whorishly lapping Juan's slit. Tom was squatting--his broad back arched--his own sweet butt wagging as he snorted and rooted into Jaun's crease--his boyballs swinging below.
"Awwwwh, c'mon, Todd!" I heard Poppa yell over his shoulder. "DO IT!!!"
"D-do what?" I had to ask.
"FUCK it, son! That's what it's FOR!"