Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2020 17:26:11 +0000
From: kleiner.gespenst <kleiner.gespenst@protonmail.com>
Subject: Hot Tub Cowboy | Part 4

The continuing story of a 13-year-old New York City transplant and his
11-year-old friend in the Sierras.

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Slender arms slithered around each other, and rubbery, naked bodies
squished torso to torso. Obie Moore and Zev Becker weren't sure it they
were being blackmailed or if they were eager get into 16-year-old Johnnie
Darrough's pants. After the teenager left them alone again, 13-year-old
Obie sighed.

"I guess we have to do it," he said.

"Or what? He'll tell my dad we were making out?" His 11-year-old
friend replied. "Our parents already know we're bangin', dude."

"True that," Obie said, and thought for a moment about Johnnie's
equipment. "He is pretty hot, though."

"For an old guy, I `spose," Zev smirked. To him, the 16-year-old
looked like an adult, and he wasn't attracted to the boy's thick, black
pubic patch.

"Come one, Zev," Obie reasoned. "He's a nice guy. And he hasn't seen
his girlfriend in a week."

Thinking about it, Zev reluctantly agreed. "But remember our promise,
Ob."

"Of course, Z" Obie smiled, before tenderly kissing his best friend.
He'd never forget the promise they'd made in the sauna at Zev's
uncle's mountain home that winter.

The boys had ridden up to the remote, off-the-grid cabin to get things
ready for Ted Becker's late season ski vacation, and made the most of an
empty house, miles from any neighbor. By the time they fell asleep in
their down bags, on the rug in front a roaring fire, Obie had used the 3
condoms they'd brought, pillaging Zev's tight little bum.

Over a sleepy breakfast, the boys looked out the window and noticed the
fire road leading past the house was still unplowed.

"Hey Obie, it'll be hours before the road's open," Zev said with
grin. "So let's hit the sauna!"

Zev pulled out his dad's satellite phone to check in with his parents,
then turned on the electric sauna. Thirty minutes later, Obie and he
stripped naked, and got into the cedar-lined hot box. Sitting on the
towel Zev put down for him, Obie felt like his nose hairs were burning
off.

"Dude, these things are even hotter than I thought," the 8th-grader
said, also telling his friend he'd never been in one before. "But the
whole thing's kinda sexy."

Openly admiring Zev, Obie swept his gaze from the blue eyes, button nose
and collar length blond hair, down his slender chest and slightly
muscular abs, across the boy's flaccid 2 inches and small little walnut
sack, and down the length of the 11-year-old's lean, long legs.

At the same time, Zev was taking in Obie's long brown hair, and sinewy
physique. He loved every detail of Obie's loins, and thrilled as he saw
the soft 3 inches, start to plump up. In moments, it throbbed a bit more
with Obie's pulse, flopping from it's parking position on the
13-year-old's full, yet hairless sack, up onto the silky brown hair
lightly dusting his pubic mound.

They both giggled wordlessly at Obie's unembarrassed arousal, and within
moments, Zev's cock began to fill. Even though they talked about all
kinds of things, even arguing about baseball, their dicks remain rigid,
begging for attention.

Eventually, their sweat freely poured, and Zev moved closer to Obie. The
younger boy used a finger to write in the perspiration drenching Obie's
thigh. "I [heart-shape] OB." Then he looked up shyly at the 8th-grader.

Obie's smile almost split his skull, and he drew a heart shape in Zev's
leg sweat, then wrote "O + Z" inside. Gazing into the younger boy's
deep blue eyes for only a moment, he brought his lips to Zev's for a
tender kiss. Zev had stopped cutting his hair soon after becoming close
with Obie, and his straight blond curtain was like a dripping yellow mop.
Obie traced his nose down the younger boy's slim neck to his shoulders,
then kissed his way down Zev's chest to one of the boy's small, wet
nipples.

Delicately taking the hardening cone between his teeth, Obie flicked his
tongue across it  several times, until Zev squirmed and grunted. Sealing
his lips around the sweat slicked nipple, Obie sucked and licked, while
stroking his fingers up and down Zev's inner thigh.

"Mmmm..." Obie murmured, as he moved to the other nipple. "Salty!"

The younger boy was diamond hard and moaning, and needed to feel Obie's
turgid love gun in his fingers. Taking the angry head between a thumb and
forefinger, Zev used Obie's skin slop as a lubricant to rub round and
round that red mushroom cap.

For many minutes, the boys sweat and slowly teased one another until Obie
finally pulled away, panting.

"I don't know how much more I can take, Z," he heaved.

"The heat, or the motion?" Zev replied with a smirk.

"Both. I want to fuck you so bad, but I'm about to melt."

"We're doing this Scandinavian style, Ob," Zev said, mysteriously.

Grabbing Obie's hand, Zev pulled the older boy to his feet, and out the
sauna door. Seconds later, they were out the front door and waist deep in
snow. Zev tackled the older boy, so they both landed in thick snow
drifts. Howling with laughter, the boys rolled each other over in a
greasy, wrestling mess. Rubbing snow into each other, from stem to stern,
they quickly cooled, and Obie followed Zev's lead as they scrubbed each
other with frozen water.

Trotting back in on numbing feet, their penises had retreated, along with
their nuts, into tight little balls. Zev lead Obie back into the hot box.
"How many times are we doing this, Z?" Obie asked, siting back down on
his damp towel.

"Oh, at least a couple, Ob," Zev grinned. "You're macho. You can do
it."

"Alright, dude," Obie said quietly, as he reached across to trace his
fingers across Zev's abs. "But is this really how Scandinavians have
sex?"

Zev laughed. "I dunno. We just sweated when we went to Finland," he
said, mentioning a family trip.

They kissed again, and their fingers traced around each other's tummies.
Their dicks began to unfurl and harden, as their sweat renewed. Obie got
up and lay Zev onto his back on an upper bench. Kneeling on the lower
bench, Obie kissed the boy's earlobe, then gave it a gentle nibble. At
the same time, he tweaked one of the boy's re-hardening nipples, and
traced his fingers down to Zev's hairless pubic mound. The
11-year-old's thick 4-inches was drumming a tattoo of desire against his
bare pubis, but Obie ignored it. While kissing Zev's freckled nose, and
closed eyelids, Obie reached further down, and tickled the boy's small
sack, lightly rubbing each nut in turn with his forefinger. Zev sighed,
cocking one knee up, and dropping his other foot down to the bench below
to give Obie greater access.

Palming the 11-year-old's tight little bag, Obie tickled the bottom of
Zev's buns with this fingertips, while pressing his lips to the other
boy's once again. Their tongues met to tap and tango, and Obie's
slender, 5-inch cock bounced with his heartbeat.

The boys were breathing harder and their sweat rained down in torrents.
Obie's finger slid between Zev's skinny buttocks, gliding in copious
boy water. Zev reached down to tenderly squeeze Obie's hairless,
sweat-soaked sack and both boys pulled away from each other's mouths to
heave and moan. It was Zev's turn to call time, and Obie helped him up,
so they could tumble outside in the snow.

Two more times, Zev and Obie slowly teased each other in a literal
inferno of desire. Each time, they scrubbed each other with snow, until
they were pink, and their junk hid like little fleshy armadillos.

Each time, they'd teased each other more, bringing one another closer to
a painful edge, with delicate strokes and deep, needful kisses. At last,
they flopped onto their sweat-saturated towels in the sauna, moving
molasses slow in the blistering heat. As the heat permeated them again,
Zev and Obie shared salty kisses, while their sweat-sopped hair rained
like drenched sponges onto their shoulders and groins.

Cocks rebounded, and their fingers delicately stroked one another with
feather touches. Zev's hips began grinding upward, desperate for
friction as deep and hot as the air softening their bodies like sticks of
pubescent boy butter.

"Obie. Dude." Zev panted into his friend's ear, his face smearing with
the sweat pouring off the older boy's long mane. "I. Can't. Take. It.
Anymore. You gotta fuck me!"

"Z," Obie panted, his lips sliding along the 6th-grader's briny cheek.
"We're outta rubbers."

Zev groaned, and got up, pulling Obie to his feet.

"Then hump my ass, dude. Please!" Zev pulled Obie out. The boys stopped
at the door and threw their boots on their bare feet, not bothering to
lace them. Dizzily stumbling out beneath pine-sheltered crisp blue skies,
Zev lead Obie over to a tree. Holding onto the pine with both hands, the
11-year-old thrust his slender ass backward.

Obie staggered between his friend's widely spread legs, and balanced
himself with one hand on Zev's skinny hip. His cock drooled like a
drunk, and quickly slid between Zev's hot, wet buns. Wrapping both arms
around Zev, Obie hugged the boy tightly, and his hips began thrusting
hard. His dick plowed up and down Zev's valley with frantic need, and
Obie moaned loudly as the dripping, pliant boy flaps agitated his quaking
pole with a hot, wet friction.

Zev's anus was tender and sore from the night before, and every time
Obie's head rode across it, his bowels clenched and his nuts strained.

Obie's right hand gripped Zev's throbbing four-inches with his whole
right fist, while his left rolled the 6th-grader's grapes in their tight
little wrapper. His pumping grew faster, and a faint echo of flesh
slapping flesh bounced down the cliff in time with high pitched grunts.

Shameless in the open air, Obie plowed his friend's buttocks again and
again, and jerked the boy furiously. If anyone could have driven by on
the snow-choked government road, there'd have been no disguising
slender, long-haired boys slamming in the Sierras. The exhibitionism
itself drove the New York City boy toward climax even harder.

"Oh-Z! Oh-Z! Oh-Z! Oh-Zeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!! " Obie howled,
pummeling Zev's buns faster, until he felt his balls imploding like
collapsing stars, And as he reached the event horizon, he screamed with
joy in the mountain air, plowing and shooting his seed up onto Zev's
back. Three or four thin, milky torrents plumed from his nozzle, smearing
his batter all over his belly as well, until he came to rest in a slimy
mess.

Gasping, and dizzy, Obie realized Zev hadn't yet cum, and he pulled the
boy up to switch places. "Do me, Z," he urged the young boy.

Taking his place between Obie's widely spread legs, Zev held onto the
older boy's shoulders for leverage and pulled his thick boyhood between
hockey-toned cheeks. Obie flexed his buns to squeeze the boy, and Zev
pulled hard and fast. His young dick couldn't last as long as Obie, and
within moments, Zev squealed to the sky. His turgid youth erupted,
ejecting tiny pearls into Obie's firm crevice. Again and again he
pounded, while his cock worked to vomit a much bigger load than it could
not yet make.

"Fuuuuuck!" Zev exclaimed, as he fell forward onto Obie's back.
Rubbing his face across Obie's drying shoulders, he sighed in
contentment, while his cock began to soften. As it slithered out of
Obie's steamy press, Zev pushed himself up and staggered back.

Standing up, Obie lurched around in contented exhaustion.

"Can we skip the snow, Z? Please?"

Zev chuckled. "Sure, OB. Let's take a shower, `k?"

A few minutes later, the boys were leaning torso-to-torso, their faces
resting side-by-side under the warm, gentle shower.

"I really wanted you to fuck me, Ob," Zev whispered into his friend's
ear. "There's nothing like your dick inside me."

"Me too, Z," Obie replied. "But we promised your folks we'd do safe
sex."

"Well, I was thinking about that," Zev said slowly. "You stopped
blowing that boy at school, right?"

Obie nodded. He'd grown tired of his classmate closing his eyes and
calling out girl names, then, giving Obie a very perfunctory,
transactional hand job.

"Yeah, dusted him."

"And I haven't touched one of my team mates since last season. So....If
we're not `exchanging fluids' with anyone else" Zev continued with
quote fingers, "and we don't have STDs, it doesn't really matter if
you and I wear condoms, right?"

It made sense to Obie, and the shower streamed around his smile.
Squeezing one of Zev's buns, he said, "Yeah, Zev. So long as it's just
you and me, I'm good."

"Me too, Obie. I'm just happy with just you."


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Every Memorial Day weekend for the last few years, Zev and his dad went
camping with his father's long-time friend, "Bear" Darrough, and his
teenage son, Johnnie. Both successful artists, the adults had met through
the San Francisco gallery scene, and became fast friends. Mr. Darrough
had grown up on the nearby Pyramid Lake Reservation, and when Mr. Becker
invited the man for trout fishing and trail riding one year, a tradition
formed.

This year, Johnnie was sullen, preferring to stay in Sacramento to hang
with his friends. It took him a while to warm up to Obie, the first
newcomer invited to join the group riding through the pine forests of the
high Sierras. The 16-year-old was furiously horny. A week of weird
circumstances had left him unable to find a moment alone to rub one out,
much less see his girlfriend, and that was not helping his mood. Even
stranger, as shadows hit Zev in the right way, the 11-year-old blond boy
looked a lot like his girlfriend. He tried shaking it off, but he kept
finding himself staring at the boy he'd known for years, now looking
very different with long hair. All in all, it left the tall, gangly boy
feeling awkward.

The group stopped to fish at a swollen creek, and the Becker's coached
Obie through very clumsy fly casting. After landing enough trout, the
group continued on to a secret hot spring off a seldom-used trail.The
group made camp in a clearing not far from the hot, bubbling pool. With
the horses tended, and the tents staked, the two adult men shed their
clothing. Zev and Johnnie followed suit, while Obie looked on a little
nervously.

"Come on, Obie," Zev quietly urged the 8th-grader. "You'll love the
hot spring."

Losing his initial shyness, Obie pulled off his clothes, still a bit
embarrassed over his pubescence. Neither a boy nor a man, he had only a
faint fringe of downy hairs around his 3 inch flaccid boyhood, and none
anywhere else but the long brown mane on his head. At that awkward age,
it felt like everyone was staring at his junk and judging him. In
reality, only Johnnie and Zev were checking him out, and both judged the
boy succulent.

Walking behind Johnnie on the footpath to the spring, Obie admired the
lean teenager's firm, almost adult ass flexing with each step. His olive
skin reminded Obie of a babysitter with whom he'd spent long afternoons
when he lived in Brooklyn, and he shoved the memory aside when his cock
twitched.

Obie wrinkled his nose at the smell of bad farts erupting from the water.
Seeing the look of disgust on the boy's face, Bear Darrough laughed.

"It's sulfur, kiddo. It's good for ya!"

Despite his name, the very big man had little body hair, except for his
groin and pits, and his  long, black ponytail. In moments, the men were
chest deep in the water, and the boys followed them in. Just before
Johnnie descended into the pool, Obie got a good look at the older boy's
cock, and he almost gasped. Like Bear, Johnnie sported a thick piece of
uncut pipe, hanging at least 6 inches soft from a jet black bush. Then,
he could see no more. Despite the pool's clarity, the rock formation in
which it sat was darkly shaded by pine trees.

Obie's dick started rising, despite his desperate prayers, and he
hurried in the spring, but not before Johnnie took notice of his
condition.

The 8th-grader had expected mud, but was surprised when his feet nestled
in sand. The pool was deep, and Zev lead him over to a group of rocks
where they could sit with their shoulders clearing the water.

For almost an hour, the group soaked, every muscle in their bodies slowly
relaxing into pudding. The adults talked about the eco system, and Mr.
Darrough told a couple of traditional Cui-ui Dicutta stories handed down
by his family. Inevitably, Zev's mischievous hand found its way inside
Obie's thigh, and all the work the 13-year-old had put in to willing
down his erection was destroyed.

Gritting his teeth to cut off a note of alarm, Obie remembered that
nobody could see anything in the dark water. His own fingers soon slid up
and down the slender length of Zev's 11-year-old thighs. About the time
both boys were tenderly tickling each other's hairless scrotums, the
adults and Johnnie got out of the water and walked back to the camp
clearing.

"You're such a bad boy, Z," Obie giggled, gently squeezing the
6th-grader's tight little sack, while pressing against the boy's 4-inch
hardness with his wrist.

"And don't you love it, Ob," the younger boy whispered, leaning in to
meet the 13-year-old's lips with his own. His long blond hair swirled
and entangled with Obie's in the hot water.

Zev used his thumb and two fingertips to gently stroke Obie's tender
head, and the boy moaned into the 11-year-old's mouth. In turn, Obie
clasped the younger boy's thick, quivering pole with his palm, pinky and
third finger, gently stroking the boy's base.

Zev turned his whole body to face Obie, straddling a leg, with his ass
resting on the older boy's knee.

Kisses grew as hot as the water, and the boys gripped each other's
shafts with all their fingers, rubbing with a gradually building tempo.
About then, Johnie was walking back to give the boys a one-hour dinner
warning. When he caught site of the boys plunging their tongues into each
other mouths, shoulders rhythmically sawing the water, his dick instantly
swelled. Besides his new appraisal of Zev, he started admiring Obie. The
hazel eyed pretty boy made no bones about being gay when he'd answered
Mr. Darrough's friendly question, "You have girlfriend in middle
school?" The vision of steamy passion made Johnnie briefly question his
pussy preference. Besides, he hadn't seen his girlfriend in more than a
week. Leaning against a tree, Johnnie squeezed his hardness through his
shorts.

Obie and Zev were pounding each other mercilessly, their hands working
from tip to base in the sulfurous broth. Zev rested the side of his face
against Obie's panting into the boy's ears.

"Oh fuck yes, Obie! So good!" Zev quietly huffed.

The older boy was heaving and growing dizzy in the heat, feeling the
itchy fire building in his cock and balls. Reaching down with his other
hand, Obie gently grasped Zev's little grapes, pulled almost completely
into the boy's groin. It was enough send the boy over the edge.

"Yeeeeesss!" Zev quietly squealed into Obie's ear. Zev stopped
stroking the older boy, clutching Obie's dick for dear life as his
hairless loins ejected its minuscule load. Sighing and catching his
breath, Zev collaped against Obie, who wrapped his arms around the boy to
hug him tenderly.

As the stars cleared from his eyes, Zev sighed and kissed Obie's cheek.
Then he sat back to look his friend in the eye, still squeezing the
8th-grader's tumescence. Zev's buns felt wonderful pressing into his
leg, and wanted nothing more than to sink his cock balls deep between
those firm globes. But then Zev, still holding Obie's hardness with a
full fist, rubbed circles with his thumb into his 13-year-old frenulum.
Closing his eyes and sighing, Obie melted into the boy's hand and Zev
began stroking him hard and fast. Then, Zev filled his other hand with
Obie's tightening, smooth scrotum, gently squeezing in time with his
stroking. Obie reached out to hold Zev's soft cock, relishing the
contours of the rubbery little tentacle.

Obie needed to cum so badly it took no more than half a minute before he
ground his teeth, choking a groan as his cock exploded. Rubbing even
faster, Zev milked his friend for three more pulses, while Obie's body
jerk and shook, and he jettisoned his thin creamy load into the hot
mineral pool.

Zev stopped stroking, holding his friend to soften in his hand, while he
rested his forehead against Obie's.

Eyes still closed, Obie sighed, "I think I really like camping."

"Good thing we'll be sharing a tent, then," Johnnie said, sauntering
over.

The startled younger boys jumped with alarm.

"Were you spying on us, Johnnie?" Zev demanded.

"Came over to tell you guys to get ready for dinner, and look what I
found," Johnnie smirked. "Seems you little dudes like cock. And I've
got more than you need."

The teenager squeezed the monster straining up the front of his zipper,
winked at the boys, and left. Kissing and chatting, the boys eventually
agreed that giving the 16-year-old a handy would be an act of mercy,
could be fun, and didn't mean anything.


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"Ssssshhhhh..." Obie Moore heard, startled awake from deep sleep. It
took him moments to place himself. Even before figuring out he was in a
dome tent, he realized his rigid, 13-year-old dick was hard, and being
held at the base by someone else.

Dim lantern light from outside only outlined vague shapes. Obie could
tell my touch that Zev was also lying on his back, snug against him.
Johnnie seemed to be kneeling with one foot between each of the younger
boy's thighs, as he slowly masturbated their young cock's in the late
night air.

Obie and Zev's bags were unzipped and open, and their long thermal
underwear and briefs had been pulled down in the front. The chill night
air on their exposed groins sharply contrasted with the cozy warmth
everywhere else.

A pack of coyotes yipped in the distance, and one of the horses snorted.
The three boys could hear Johnnie's dad quietly comforting the horse
while on his watch shift. It had been Johnnie's watch earlier, and the
minute he returned to the boy's tent, he'd started exploring the
younger boy's sleeping bodies.

Bringing each boy hard and gently rolling their nuts in his fingertips,
he appraised their developmental differences. Zev's dick was thick and
large for an 11-year-old, quickly swelling twice its size to 4 inches
with Johnnie's slow stroking. Obie's 5 inches was slender, arising from
a plump and smooth sack. In the vague light, both of the younger boys
looked innocent and a little girlish, in contrast with the pulsating
poles pounding in his hands.

First Zev awoke with a moan, and Jonnie gently shushed him. Then Obie
followed. Both boys were breathing heavily after Johnnie wet his fingers
and twirled their tips around the boys' tender little heads. Their hips
started rocking, and they stifled their sighs. Then Johnnie went to town,
pumping with measured teasing. It'd been a while since he'd played with
someone else's dick, and he'd almost forgot how much fun it was to have
another boy's pleasure completely under your control.

He slowed down, for a while, rubbing their tips with each stroke,
tormenting the youngsters until they quietly whimpered. Then he sped up
again. Eventually, Zev and Obie were thrusting and flopping with loud
rustles of their sleeping bag, and Johnnie had to shush them again. With
great effort, the boys froze, while the teenager beat their dicks
furiously. First Zev grit his teeth, as his dick pulsed and ejected its
tiny beads of syrup. While the 11-year-old quietly sighed, Johnnie pulled
his hand away from him, and cupped Obie's nuts, playing with his
delightfully hairless scrotum. Johnnie could barely believe he'd once
been bald down there, and fondled the boy with nostalgic delight.

Obie's anus and nuts contracted as his cock readied to fire. Quickly, he
remembered to pull his thermal undershirt up to his chin, just before the
first of 3 thin jets squirted up and rained down. Exhaling hard with each
explosion, Obie's torso squeezed tightly, and milky puddles pooled in
his abs. He shivered as Johnnie released his softening dick, and it
flopped like a dead fish onto his messy pubic mound.

"So I think it's my turn, dudes," Johnnie whispered eagerly, while
Obie pulled off a sock to clean up.

The boys shifted apart, and Johnnie lay his sleeping bag between them. As
the boys sat up on either side, the 16-year-old pulled off his thermal
undershirt, and hiked down his lower base layer and underwear to his
knees.

Both boys gasped. Even in the faint light, they could clearly see a
10-inch monster slapping like a dog's tail, all the way to Johnnie's
navel.

"Like what you see, guys?" Johnnie whispered.

"`Like' isn't the right word," Obie whispered back. "Are you part
horse?"

The teenager chuckled. "My girlfriend calls it the Monster Truck.'"

Dwarfing his hand as he gripped Johnnie's bat in the middle, Obie held
it straight up for brief inspection. The teenager's tip peeked out of
his hood, already smeared with free-flowing goo. With a thumb and three
fingers, Obie clasped Johnie's foreskin in a gentle claw, slowly
stroking it back and forth over the teenager's very sensitive glans.

Zev's studied Obie's work with wide eyes. He'd seen a few uncut boys
before, but never hard. And he hadn't known foreskin could be a sex toy.
With Obie's whispered guidance, the 11-year-old filled one hand with
teenage nuts. It seemed no bigger than other teen scrotums he'd seen
swinging about in the swim team locker room. But he couldn't believe
something like his own little walnut-sized sack would grow into something
that would one day fill his hand.

He rolled and gently kneaded Johnnie's balls, while holding the
16-year-old's cock at the base. Together, Obie and he stroked the big
boy's shaft, while the 8th-grader continued working the boy's dripping
nozzle. Johnnie was gripping his sleeping back with two fists, clamping
his teeth and eyelids shut. He'd never had two sets of hands pleasuring
him, and he started shaking from the combined attention. Then, he
couldn't help but quietly moan when he felt Obie's tongue tip licking
the gap between hands. His torment grew worse when Zev's tongue joined
Obie's.

The two younger boys traced patterns with saliva, until their tongues
met, and they kissed for a moment. Then, they went back to work,
moisturizing Johnnie's thick hose. At Obie's suggestion, they swapped
places, and the 8th grader leaned down to take one of Johnnie's hairy
nuts into his mouth. Sucking and licking the adolescent egg, he continued
stroking the big boy's base.

"Faster, guys," Johnie plead in a husky whisper, and they eagerly
complied with fast and furious friction. A moist, rhythmic squelching
sound and a musky chlorinated fragrance filled the chilly tent. When Obie
began working on Johnnie's other testicle, the teenager tried to fight
his impending climax, squeezing himself internally, as if holding back a
full bladder. But with a week of abstinence and two hands and tongues
working him, it was in vain, and the teenager detonated. Shuddering and
pounding his fists on the floor, Johnnie arched his back and thrust his
hips in the air, and his cock burst thunderously in the air. Rope after
rope of thick boy lava shot up in the air, and splattered all over his
torso, spraying drops on the younger boys as well.

Holding his breath to silence any moans, Johnnie was lost in an explosion
of stars behind his clenched eyes. The younger boys methodically worked
one of the best comes the teenager had ever felt, until, at last he fell
back in a contented heap, and asked them to stop.

Obie lowered the softening snake, then used his already soiled sock to
clean the collateral damage from Zev and himself. After Johnnie
sluggishly wiped himself off, the teenager felt a little guilty, and
quickly moved his sleeping back over to its former place. But Obie was
quick to reassure him. Cuddling up around Zev, he whispered to the older
boy, "Maybe we can play with the Monster Truck tomorrow night."


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