Date: Thu, 24 May 2018 05:02:54 +0000 From: Petr Velky Subject: cornell-tx series, steve-preston-5 Cornell TX: Steve-Preston-5 by Petr V NOTICE: This story contains sexually explicit material and is for adults only. This story indulges in male impregnation (mpreg) fantasy, with a futuristic sci-fi spin. It is fiction, the characters are not real. The following is a spin-off series to the Cornell, TX series by Bill Drake, and is published with that author's permission. This chapter takes place between Chapters 10 and 11 of the Cornell, TX series. Petr V. thanks Bill Drake for his permission and encouragement. Please consider a donation to the Nifty Archive to support the work they do. Only because they keep Nifty up and running are these stories available to everyone. Feedback and encouragement welcome at PetrVelky1@hotmail.com Please visit and follow my tumblr at sovelky.tumblr.com to see pictures of the guys who inspire me. Cornell, TX - Steve Preston Chronicles Chapter Five Ð Credentials During the next three days after Preston joined the gym he lost track of the number of times he had sex. To start with, Tim was climbing in his window at night, and his easy-going ass was like the best comfort of home. A pillow under his butt, his legs apart, his pre-lubed hole winking, and Preston's rock hard curved eight inches slid right in. And out, and in. He'd dug around with his fingers enough to know exactly where Tim's plump butt-nut was, and it amused him to see if he could hit it repeatedly. As a consequence, Tim came until he was firing blanks and they fell asleep wrapped around each other, once with Preston's stiff cock still deeply embedded in its second home. Every day he worked out with David, but after that first day David hadn't wanted to have sex at the gym; he said they had to work out while they were there. Preston said he couldn't possibly work out without getting turned on. They compromised by fucking at David's house before the gym, with Preston overcoming all objections after mentioning that he needed practice rimming. Buried deep between David's tight glutes he would ask, "Does this feel better? "Better than what?" said David, all innocence. "Duh! What I was doing a minute ago." "I don't know," said David, sliding his thighs further apart while trying to push his ass higher in the air at the same time. "Um, you better do the first one again. For at least a minute, so I can be sure." Always aware of the senior/freshman power balance between them, Preston tried not to show his amusement at how quickly he could get David to beg him to fuck him. They didn't kiss, and to Preston's slight disappointment, David definitely preferred being on his hands and knees. "I want to see your abs, bro, I want to see your face while I - we - " "It feels better this way," said David, dropping his chest down further and arching his ass. Preston watched the pink pucker open and shut, quivering with eagerness, and stopped arguing. It was impossible to get through a workout without distraction. To start off, Brady joined them every day. After their first session in the sauna, he had given Preston a ride. David was going to take him to meet Jake, but Brady volunteered. Preston had looked at David. "You cool?" David had nodded, laughing at Preston, raising his eyebrows at Brady. "Free country." "Yeah, but are you cool?" "Yes, little man, go fuck his brains out." Brady, standing right there in a clean tight t-shirt, looking like God's gift to Crossfit, had blushed. And in his clean shorts his juicy puck had spasmed with renewed excitement. Brady quickly calculated they had a good forty-five minutes before he had to get Preston to the coffee shop. In a few minutes he was speeding out of town towards The Bluffs. "Where are we going?" Preston asked. Brady laughed. "I haven't parked out here since high school." Soon the SUV was parked in the shade of a big clump of cottonwoods and Brady and Preston were scrambling into the back, onto a foam pad. Brady pulled off his shirt and Preston groaned, they were so close they couldn't help being in each other's arms right away and Preston took advantage of this to run his hands all over Brady's torso. Brady slipped his hands into Preston's shorts and tugged at the hard cock, which was, as always, dripping a healthy amount of pre-cum "Sooo nice," murmured Brady. Preston kissed Brady's chest and flicked at a nipple with his tongue. He pressed his face against the bulging pectoral muscle and ran his finger then his tongue around the nipple, then sucked on it, first gently, then a little roughly. "Hey!" Brady said, "You want it to be there for next time." "You smell good," Preston said, pushing his face between Brady's pecs. "You smell, I dunno, pink and clean." "Those things don't have a smell." "Yeah," said Preston, "I know, but that's what you smell like. I just want to hug it to death." Preston raised up a little and looked at Brady's face. Their mouths moved toward each other, each of them sticking out their tongue until they touched, and then their faces slid closer together. Brady's arms went around Preston and he pulled him closer. "Mmm mmm mmm," Preston moaned. "What is it?" Brady asked. "I like it." Preston's fingers slid into Brady's sweating ass crack and found his winking pucker, sliding two fingers across it, rubbing the moistness. "You're not horny, are you?" he grinned. "I thought you'd never get there," muttered Brady, "You owe me a fuck, damn it!" There was just enough room in the SUV for Brady to be on his knees with his ass in the air. "I can't believe how hard you are," he marveled, reaching behind him and holding Preston's steely cock. "Or how big you are." Preston smiled his evil smile. "You'll believe it in a minute," he said. He toyed with Brady's ring of muscle, pushing against it but not going through. "More?" he asked. "Yes!" Brady answered. He pushed again, "more?" "Yes! Already!" Brady pushed back, doing the job himself. He grunted but kept going. "Why do I think you have a big shit-eating grin right now?" Brady asked. "Because you're so fuckin' hot," said Preston. "And you know how much you turn me on." Now Preston couldn't wait any longer and started to thrust into Brady's tight creamy hole. He leaned forward against Brady's back. "Your back smells as good as your chest," he said. "Just fuck me," said Brady, pulsing his hole and pushing back with his glutes. His thighs were spread as far apart as he could get them in the SUV, and they were shaking as Preston started to pile drive. "Damn!" Preston kept saying, as Brady began to say, "God, yes! Oh, God!" constantly. Preston went deep and felt the heat on the head of his cock. It made him want to keep his cock head there, buried up as far as it could go in Brady's guts. "That feels unbelievable," Brady moaned. "No shit," Preston grunted, wrapping his arms around Brady's muscular torso, "I'm gonna nut," "Already?" "Yeah, you feel that good. Don't worry, I can keep going." "Okay," moaned Brady, "I think you already got me, but more won't hurt." "What are you talkin' about?" Brady turned his head, trying to look back at Preston. "I'm pretty sure you seeded me." "What?" "I'll have your baby." Preston stopped mid-stroke, and pushed himself upright. "What!?" "I'd bet the farm you got me good." Brady turned his head back as far as he could, enough so Preston could see his big happy smile, "Don't worry, I want it." Preston couldn't believe it Ð this frickin' Superman cartoon of a guy wanted to have his kid. He was more turned on than he had ever been; Brady's skin felt electric, cool and smooth, and every muscle as if it were outlined in neon light. Preston's cock swelled and jerked deep inside Brady. He flung himself forward, wrapped his arms tightly around Brady and pumped long and hard, more intensely and purposefully than he had before. "Oh, yeah," Brady moaned, overwhelmed by the onslaught, "OH YEAH!" Preston was licking his neck, kissing his shoulder blades, rubbing his face all over Brady's back. "Here it comes," he whispered, "This is for you, this one's for you." Afterwards they lay in a pile on the foam, their roles reversed. Brady lay on his back and Preston on his chest, in his arms. Preston's weight pressed him against Brady, but his arms were wrapped around him too. "Mmmm, hug me," commanded Preston. "Hug me." "You're so tight," Brady murmured, holding Preston close with one arm and letting the other roam down the thin bony spine and granite ass. "And I don't mean your ass. It's like all of you's made of steel springs or something." "A lot of skateboarding," said Preston, "plus I got to go everywhere on my bike." They got to the coffee shop the same time as Jake, and he saw Preston get out of the SUV. Jake eyeballed Brady and gave him a friendly nod. "Is that the kind of guy you like?" asked Jake. "I don't know, sure," answered Preston. "I mean he's super hot but so are lots of other guys." "So you're experiencing a wide variety," Jake chuckled. "Sure," said Preston, "I've been getting a lot of action." "I'll bet, said Jake. "Even with that eye." "Brady is super hot, but I have an awesome time fucking Tim." "Tim?? Tim, the mailman?" Jake laughed. "Yeah, do you know him? "Hooo boy, do I know him! He's a great guy to break you in. He can go again and again." It was Preston's turn to giggle. "Yeah he really likes it. You did him?" "Oh, yeah. Many times." Jake snorted, remembering Tim's greediness to be fucked. They sat after Jake got his espresso. "But you're okay with older guys?" "Absolutely. I don't know how there can be a best, I mean they're all good, but the almost best was an older guy." "Almost best?" "It was the best, but we didn't get to finish." And Preston explained about fucking Ben and how they were interrupted by Paul. "Wait, you were fucking the dad of the guy who gave you the black eye?" "Yep." Jake burst out laughing. "It isn't funny!" "Dude, it's hilarious!" "I sprayed the t.v. with cum and I had to push my bike home." Jake laughed harder. "And I really liked him." Jake calmed down. "Okay, I'm sorry. But older guys, not an issue. Good." Jake took another sip of his espresso. "So everything is good then?" "Everything is great about the sex part." "What's the problem?" "Everything else. I don't know how to tell my dad." "Is he a breeder?" Preston looked shocked. "I have no fucking idea." He hesitated, "I'm nervous about telling him, he really doesn't like gay people." Jake frowned, "We're not gay. I mean I guess you can call us that based on the old system, but now we're just guys. Plus, if your dad is living in Cornell he's pretty much got to be a breeder or a bearer himself." Preston looked at Jake blankly. "I can't imagine him as either." Jake finished his espresso and waited. Preston shrugged. "Well, it's not like you have to tell him tonight, but at some point you guys have to have some kind of conversation." Preston wrinkled his nose, "It's fine with me if we don't talk about it right away. Or like, ever." "Okay," said Jake, "but I want you to promise me something. If he finds out or you tell him and he has a bad reaction or if you just need to get away and hang out you know where I live. Come over anytime, even if I'm not home my dad or my brothers will be and you'll always have a place to hang for a while." "Appreciate it, man." They nodded at each other. Then Jake said, "Anything else?" Preston licked his lips. "So," said Preston, "I don't know how else to say this, I don't have any money. I mean, I can't even buy coffee right now. I don't like it that much but you know what I'm saying. So if there's a way that I could - I mean - get some work - " Jake pulled out his wallet and put five twenties on the table. "This is a loan," he said, "a loan. Don't worry about paying me back right away. I don't want you to stress over money this week when all you should be doing is finding out how this change is going to affect your life." "How am I gonna pay you back?" Preston asked. "It'll all work out," Jake said. "If you really like Tim there's lots of guys his age who would be really happy and grateful if you seeded them. I'm going to see a friend of mine today and I'll see if I can set up a meeting for you with him. If it goes well with him then I'll give you some of the overflow. But just the really ugly ones!" "Thanks, dude!" retorted Preston as Jake laughed. "Kidding! They're all at least kind-of hot." Preston was quiet. Jake raised his eyebrows. Preston looked down at the table and said quietly, "I don't know why you're being so nice to me." "Haven't you ever had someone be nice to you before?" Jake said. "Plus us B's gotta stick together." Jake was going to give Preston a ride home but when they came out of the coffee shop Brady's SUV was idling in the parking lot. He pulled up with the window rolled down, "Hey, need a ride?" Preston looked at Jake. Jake shrugged. Preston said, "Sure." Brady smiled a huge ear-to-ear grin and leaned over to open the passenger door. Jake winked at Preston. "Make me proud, big guy!" "How do you feel about doing it in a bed," Brady asked. "Sure," said Preston, "but could we get pizza?" Brady laughed, "Yeah, we can get pizza." Preston texted his dad and told him he'd be working on a biology project. And for the next hour he planted seed. But first he made Brady pose for him. "I can't take enough time to stare at you at the gym, I'm always doing something or you're moving. I want to really see you." After a minute or so Brady asked, "You want to see me in some sexy underwear?" He rummaged in a drawer and pulled out some skimpy briefs. "Ho-ho," chortled Preston, "Those are going to make your butt look super hot." Brady pulled on the tight, red, almost see-through briefs. They fit like paint, slightly lifting and framing his two honeydew melon-sized globes of boxy muscle, and also showing off his rigid cock and tight balls. There was no extra space in them at all. He turned 360, and then he arched his back, "You like that ass?" "Oh yeah!" Preston answered, reaching for him, "I love it." Brady suggested they shower together. Preston enjoyed the slipperiness of the soap and rubbing his hands all over Brady. In addition to Brady's ass, his favorite parts were where the back of his thighs joined to his buttocks and his lats just below his armpits. He stood in the spray of the warm water with his mouth locked onto one of the Brady's nipples, while his hands rubbed Brady's lats. The head of his cock gently squeezed between Brady's slippery thighs. "Mmmmmm," Preston moaned. Then his eyes shot open as Brady's fingers rubbed over his tight pucker. "Whoa dude! Where do you think you're going!" he cried, jerking back. "Nothing to worry about," reassured Brady. "Just want to make sure everything is sweet back there so I can show you something." Brady turned him around and crouched down behind him. Parting Preston's thighs he first ran his tongue downward from the base of Preston's spine into his crack. Then he slowly licked the back of Preston's taint. Preston jumped and squirmed as the tongue continued and circled his tightly clutched entrance. "It's a good thing I'm not trying to fuck you," Brady chuckled. "Don't worry, I just want you to know what this can be like." Now the tip of his tongue was circling Preston's tight little knot, and the circles grew smaller. Brady made the tip of his tongue pointed and flicked the very center. Preston squeaked with surprise, his body involuntarily jerking. Brady continued. Preston made a couple sounds that weren't words. Both his hands were pressed against the wall of the shower. Brady's hands wrapped around the front of his thighs, and one of his hands took Preston's big cock and slowly jacked it while Brady's tongue started to worm its way in. "Okay, okay," said Preston, "I get it." Brady chuckled again. "Nice, isn't it?" "Yeah," said Preston, "Let me do it to you." * * * David was a wary of Brady at first, but quickly accepted him as part of their group when he realized Brady was friendly, not stuck-up, and not a dick. He also noticed that Brady behaved like an older brother to Preston. He was definitely affectionate, but as with David it was clear that the differences in their age made anything bordering on one-on-one romantic too weird. Other guys at the gym had trouble figuring out exactly what was going on. Without intending to, Preston was emitting breeder pheromones like crazy. Big guys would come over to the three of them and talk to David or Brady and slowly realize that neither of them were what they were looking for. Meanwhile Preston would check them out trying to hide his evil grin. After one handsome guy in his forties with a big chest and nice plush ass had spoken to David and Brady, and then acknowledged Preston with a friendly nod, he had sighed and turned away. Preston looked at Brady and David. "You guys are supposed to be my wingmen! Instead you're a bunch of cock-blockers! Jeeze!" "You know what?" said David, "it's a good thing. It shows you these guys are kind of decent. They all really want to get fucked, but they're not super pervy, they're not going to do it with a fourteen year-old." "No matter how much the fourteen-year-old wants to do it with them?" asked Preston. "Oh please," said Brady, "You could have any guy in this gym if you really wanted to." "I know," said Preston smugly. "That's bullshit," said David. "Don't swell his head." "Oh yeah," retorted Preston. "Pick someone. Pick anyone. I'll show you!" David and Preston glared at each other. Then David looked around the gym scanning for a guy he noticed earlier. The guy was at one of the squat racks, all big, tan muscle, smooth. Wearing a tank top that showed off his huge v-shaped torso, and little short shorts that showed off his massive butt. "Him," said David. Preston licked his lips. "You're on. What do I get if I win? When I win?" Preston went over to the guy David had pointed out. He stood by the half rack and watched the guy's ass as the guy slowly squatted down. Preston appreciated the way the guy's glutes stuck out like a distinct body part when he was at the base of the squat. And how at the top he clenched his butt and the huge meaty hamstrings disappeared into the legs of the shorts. Which were also disappearing into the guys crack. The guy finished his set and looked at Preston. "What you working on?" asked Preston. "Legs and glutes," replied the guy. "What about you?" "I'd like to work on those glutes," Preston replied. The guy looked skeptical. Preston nodded and with one hand pulled up his shirt as he absently rubbed his stomach, while his other hand just happened to grab his big happy tube. The guy's expression changed - his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. Preston took a step closer. "Think you could handle this weight?" Preston grinned. "What," the guy said, "you want to give me your number?" "I was thinking more like the sauna, now," Preston replied. "I really need to get a couple sets in as soon as possible." The guy laughed. "A couple sets?" "Oh yeah, I believe in a heavy workout. You look like you're up for that kind of challenge." By now Preston's cock was at full erection tenting his shorts upwards. The guy turned away. Preston's face fell. Across the room David and Brady were watching, David with his arms folded, looking smug. Then the guy turned back, with his gym bag in his hand and said, "You better be for real." Without a backward glance the guy walked across the gym towards the changing rooms and the hallway leading to the sauna. Preston followed him. Behind the guy's back as he passed David and Brady, he fist pumped, and for a few seconds did his own weird version of a triumphant touchdown dance. As they passed through the changing room the guy turned to Preston saying, "I'm Roberto." Preston said, "Hi, Preston," and that seemed to be enough. Preston followed Roberto into the sauna and closed the door. Suddenly Preston was aware of their difference in size, and the amplitude before him. Roberto turned and faced him, with his hands on his hips. Preston whispered, "Take off your shirt." Roberto smiled, then slowly peeled off his tank top. Nice abs, not super-cut, but they easily could be. Huge broad pecs and back. Preston licked his lips; Roberto's skin was perfect, creamy, coffee-colored, gleaming in the dim light. Roberto's smiled broadly with self- confidence; his teeth gleamed in the dim light, too. Preston matched him. "Now take your shorts off," he said quietly, with as much authority as he could muster. Roberto's eyes glinted and he slid his tiny shorts down, working them from side to side over his massive thighs, revealing a skimpy black thong. They both heard Preston's intake of breath. Roberto put his thumbs through the waistband of the thong and shifted his weight, swiveling his hips slightly. Preston almost stopped breathing. Roberto looked at Preston. Preston nodded. "You want this, papi?" the big man said to the teen. "Tell me." "I want," said Preston. Slowly Roberto pushed down the waistband and from the tangle of thong sprang a nicely chubbed five-inch cock. Preston nodded. "Nice," he whispered. With Roberto's attention Preston took off his own shirt and then stepped out of his basketball shorts and pulled down his jock. His boner spring up, curving, the head wickedly red, a glistening strand of pre-cum dripping down. Roberto made a move toward him but Preston put up his hand. "I want to see you," he said, "Let me look at you for a minute." Roberto unselfconsciously posed. Preston nodded appreciatively, enjoying staring at the broad expenses of creamy brown muscle. He moved closer and run his hand down Roberto's arm from the shoulder over the bicep to the inside of the elbow then down his forearm. Roberto reached for Preston's cock. "Nice," he said, "very nice. You know how to use this?" Preston laughed, "Yeah, I think I do. But I'm always happy to learn something new." Roberto's voice deepened, "Maybe we each teach something, huh?" "Squat." "Squat?" "Yeah, I really want to see you squat naked." Roberto laughed. He turned his back toward Preston and slowly descended. Preston stared at the two big globes of butt muscle that grew bigger and more defined at the base of the squat. Roberto reached behind himself and stroked his own thighs. "Ha ha, like what you see?" "Get up on the bench," Preston whispered. "The bench?" "Yeah, you'll see. Just do it like that but on the bench." Roberto stepped up on the bench. "Now squat," Preston said. Roberto squatted again giving the excited teen the best view yet. Preston stared in wonder at the muscled cleft in front of him. There wasn't a hair in sight. Everything was beautifully smooth, and the same color. And there was no hidden pucker but a pulsing slit surrounded by a raised ring of smooth muscle. As Roberto held the position, rocking slightly, Preston reached out and stroked the edges. He licked a finger and gently rubbed the outside of the ring. And again. All the way round, in one smooth, circular motion. "You like that," said Roberto, with a voice filled with satisfaction, "You like my shaved bunda." Preston dove in, his mouth like a goldfish licking and sucking at the same time. He started with Roberto's engorged taint and moved sideways, smoothly licking the sides of his thighs, and then the juncture of his thighs and arch, but steadily moving backwards toward his target. His mouth circled the ring of muscle, laving it and then slicking the ring itself before finally getting to the center, which was opening for his tongue. Roberto moaned with excitement and his thighs quivered. His butt moved from side to side and pressed backwards against Preston's tongue. The tip of Preston's tongue was now inside Roberto, who was beginning to pant. The sound of Roberto's need inspired Preston to point and flick his tongue as much as he was able. His own cock jerked and throbbed as pre-cum drizzled out. When Roberto gasped, "Let's," he decided it was time to take it to the next step. Roberto seemed to have some experience with the sauna, showing Preston one of the benches could be moved to the center of the room. "What did you - what was that word you used?" "Que?" "You said `you like my shaved?'" "Bunda." "What's that?" "Portuguese. For ass." "Oh." "I don't like to say, `muscle cunt.' Some people say `mound of Eros.'" "I don't know any of those names," said Preston, "but it's pretty fantastic whatever you call it." "You're about to find out," said Roberto, laying back and opening his legs. Preston looked down at the mound of muscle and dove in one last time enjoying Roberto's response until he felt his big hands pulling at his shoulders and heard the whispered, "Time to fuck me, amor-amigo." Preston came up for air. "Oh God!" he said, "this is amazing!" He licked him again. "Just for a sec," he said, "get back up on the bench. I want to play with it just a little more." Roberto rolled his eyes and laughed and stood up; he went over to his bag and grabbed a little tube of something. "Here," he said, taking Preston's hand and squirting coconut oil. "Rub it in." Roberto resumed his place up on the bench and then squatted down so his ring of muscle was right in front of Preston between those two gloriously creamy muscular buttocks. Preston stroked and massaged the mound, his fingers sliding over and around the smooth muscle, and then one finger going in. Hot and slick. Another finger joined it. Roberto pressed back. "See how nice that is," he hissed, "don't you want to put your nice cock in there?" Preston took his other hand and rubbed Roberto's taint. The oil smelled good on his fingers and on Roberto. "Okay, okay," said Preston, "but I could do this for hours." Instead, seconds later he positioned is dripping cockhead against the slit and Roberto wiggled his butt, eagerly pushing back on to it. "Mmm mmm mmm," Roberto groaned, "Sooo good! You're so big, I don't even have to squeeze! That's it, oh yeah, fill me, baby, fill me." The tight muscular jock cunt with the slickness of the coconut oil had the perfect amount of slide and friction, but the height kept Preston stretching up on his toes. When Preston pulled completely out while struggling to keep his balance, Roberto took the opportunity to flip over onto his back. Preston savored the reentry, going as slowly as he could, slower than the first time. He felt the muscular grip on the head of his cock before he broached the ring. Again Roberto moaned with pleasure. Spreading his legs wide and then wrapping them around Preston, he pulled them together. "Oh yeah, baby, fill my Bunda!" Preston enjoyed the muscularity of Roberto's hot oiled chute. He also enjoyed the fact that Ricardo was looking at him with his eyes half- closed and his mouth more than half open. "Yeah," whispered Roberto, "give it to me!" Every inch of Preston's cock enjoyed the oiled friction. "So show me what you got," challenged Roberto. Preston's toes gripped the floor, his thighs hitting the back of Roberto's ass, and his pelvis repeatedly hammering against Roberto's engorged taint. His hands were still oily as he rubbed Roberto's enormous pecs, his thumbs rubbing around and over Roberto's nipples. Suddenly Roberto whispered, "I love your cock! God, I love your cock in me! You're going to make me come!" he gasped. "You're going to make me come!" The door opened and two people came in. Preston and Roberto would have been unaware of them except for the low whistle. Too involved to be too alarmed, Preston turned and saw David and Brady smiling broadly. Brady give gave him a big grin and a double thumbs up. Roberto noticed Preston looking sideways and glanced over. "Looks like we have an audience, now your performance really counts!" Preston nodded. "Friends of yours?" Preston giggled and redoubled his efforts, pulling out further and hammering Roberto. "Amigo!" Roberto cried. "Poetry in motion," said Brady, his hand swinging down to his own crotch and his rapidly growing boner. "More like an action movie," said David. "Wha'da ya mean?" said Preston, "This is obviously Wide World of Sports. And a 7.4 from the Ukrainian judge!" "And a 9.8 from the U.S.," David added. The volume of Roberto's moans increased. "Clearly entering the home stretch," Brady began, "Our player is increasing his range of motion -" "- showing his stamina and speed," David finished. "This is a great moment for the U.S. in sport fucking, here in the final moments of the men's assisted hands-free." Roberto laughed and stretched out his arms waggling his hands and then putting them behind his head showing off his gorgeous biceps and his already jerking perfect cock with its fat mushroom head. Brady and David watched in astonishment and envy as the cock slit pulsed and jerked while Preston slammed into him and then Roberto's shot four successive arcs of cum cleanly between his pecs, generously spattering them. "Ohhhhh, Dios mio!" David counted in a whisper, "One, two, three, and four! In color commentary tone, Brady added, "Right on target, excellent aim! Also, we are about to see the postgame cum gutters in action." Preston had obviously shot deep too, and was continuing to pump through the afterglow. Roberto had his mouth open and was continuing to moan with pleasure. By now Brady had his shorts down mid-thigh and was slowly jerking his cock. David, on the other hand, was reaching down the back of his own shorts, clearly attempting to satisfy a different more urgent need. "You want some help with that?" Brady asked. David looked at him surprised. "I'm not a breeder," Brady said, "but I still got a dick and I know how to move in and out. And it looks like our boy's still busy." In less than a few seconds David had his shorts down and had taken a three-point position. Brady moved into place behind him and eased in. "What's up with you?" David asked, sighing with relief. Brady grinned. "I figure when Preston's done, if I'm the only one who hasn't been fucked yet, I'll be first in line."