Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2022 23:37:54 +0000 From: LemonLimeCola Subject: The Lacrosse Ten Part 3 Please give to Nifty in order to continue this essential site. Your generous contributions are badly needed. The Lacrosse Ten Part 3 Every boy woke up early Thursday morning, their hard ons making sleep impossible. Captain Noah Buchanan massaged his balls as he lay in bed, contemplating the angst, anxiety, and anticipation he had unleased with his announcement. He grasped his boner. Tugging slowly upwards he wondered which boy would be taking the first step to team immortality Friday night. The image of his best friend Drake welled up in his mind. Of Drake's beefy shoulders and big guns. Of Drake's classically handsome face. He imagined those brown eyes looking up from a kneeling position, eyes filled with trust. He threw the covers back just in time as the cum splatters reached his neck. **** Ken Branson rolled over to hump his mattress as the hardness of his cock became unbearable. His tight body in motion, his hips rhythmatically pumping harder and faster as lurid thoughts swirled in his head. Would the Cocksucker be able to take a hard throatfuck? Could he fuck his mouth as vigorously as a pussy? Surely a dude could take it harder than a chick! Would the Cocksucker turn bitch for him? Sophomore Randy Crane's dimpled butt flashed thru his mind. His sheets soaked up too much cum to leave on the bed. He stripped them off to sneak them to the washer. **** Sophomore Randy Crane couldn't take the blue ball pressure anymore this morning. He had to rub one out. His big flared cockhead peeked out from his closed fist as he began the ritual familiar to every teen boy. Pre-cum was leaking copiously. "I need some regular head, and fuck, I trust all The Ten! I sure hope Noah's serious about finding us a blow-buddy! I need to feel hot lips stretching around my cockhead!" "I don't even care who it is! Just suck me man, suck my dick!" Randy's moans bubbled thru the 2 foot stream of jock juice landing on his lips, neck, and running down his pecs. **** In the early morning dark the streetlight outside one young jock's window revealed his muscular form naked, legs spread, balls spasming, cock juice arcing up as he moaned deliriously around the cucumber in his mouth, his lips carefully curled around his teeth.