Date: Fri, 9 May 2014 18:03:34 -0400 From: Mack Lane Subject: Wrestling Boys Chapter 4 First I would like to thank you for reading this story. As always, on a top of the story that you see here, we have to go through the usual please don't do this and disclaimer stuff. Please do not copy this story without my written permission. If there are any corrections that need to be made, please email them to me. Please note while the locations are actually found on a map, the people and events are not real in this story. It is a work of function, so it never happened. Please note this this story will contain sexual events, so if you don't want to read about it, please go someplace else. From time to time, Nifty asks us Authors to post updates on what thier needs are. Right now what they are asking us to post that they are in need of donations. Without these donations, stories like my would not be able to be read, debated and enjoyed. So if you can give, please do. I also would like to take the time to thank those who have already commented or have been helping me with my story. Especially William, who has been acting as my editor. Those who wishes to contact me, contribute new ideas or characters, or just wanting to talk to me please email me at macklanestory@gmail.com. For you can never have too many good ideas Finally, I have had a lot of requests for people to act as a proof reader. The problem is that I cannot have fifty different proof readers. At the same time, I cannot help but think that they story must be really going somewhere, becouse so many people are willing to help. If you are wanting to help, I am now devloping a 'development teams' that will help with creating ideas, characters, ect. If you would like to help out, this is the greatest need I have right now And once again, thank you for reading this story and here is Chapter 3 in Wrestling Boys Sleeping that night was once again a different affair for Joe. When he went to sleep, he found it a lot harder to stay warm. He could not understand why because the temperatures were the same as they had been the previous night. Palmer on the other hand, was not surprised. He figured he had weakened Joe's body enough to the point where he would be dependent on someone else's body heat for the night which he would be more than glad to provide. Joe was once again hesitant to share a sleeping bag with Palmer but soon got over it. He fell asleep quickly because his body had been drained of energy. When Joe awoke the next morning, he found that both he and Palmer were gently humping each other with their penises. Their legs were intertwined. Joe discovered that his underwear was wet again where the tip of his penis protruded. He then felt Palmer's much larger manhood and found an also much larger wet spot in his underwear. The spot was about the size of a quarter. Palmer yawned, "That is precum. You'll get that when you get older. All it means is that you are one step closer to cumming." Joe asked Palmer cautiously, "Why haven't you done anything sexual with me yet?" Palmer rolled over on top of him and said while playfully caressing Joe's face, "First of all, you are not ready yet for all of that and secondly, neither Johnny nor I view you as a sexual tool. We don't want to use you or your body just to get our rocks off." Joe replied, "I wouldn't mind, really I wouldn't. I think about it a lot, you know." Palmer then said earnestly, "Maybe I'll teach you some stuff tonight." Joe stretched out while continuing to be crushed by Palmer's weight. Within a minute both boys were up and getting dressed. When they both exited the tent, the sun greeted them warmly. It had been ages, so it seemed, since Joe had seen the sun. The ocean was actually living up to its name. There were no waves or wind today, just a calm sea of deep blue water. It looked like it was actually going to be a nice, warm day. Breakfast was again the same as it had been before, oatmeal with dried fruit. Joe was surprised to find out that they were not going to tear down the tents today. Johnny stated as a matter of fact, "We are going to camp here again tonight." Palmer ordered both Joe and Terry to wrestle each other once again in their boxerbriefs. Just as with previous events, both boys were covered in sand within a minute. Joe being considerably weakened, from the previous day's ordeals, did very poorly against Terry. Terry was able to pin Joe for minutes on end while Joe being able to gain almost no control over Terry. Although Terry was not trying to do anything particularly sexual with Joe, he made Joe cum once again. It did not help that Joe was feeling super horny from sleeping with Palmer all night. Terry was much more reserved and respectful of Joe this time in his victory. He did not make fun on Joe for being weak but tried to encourage him by saying, "Look, you are still weak from yesterday. If I had to wrestle Palmer as hard as you did, you would have made me cum within seconds. You did better against him than what I could ever do." Joe smiled for a second before his mind started to wonder what today's "Mission Impossible" task would be. The question was answered within the next moment. Joe saw Johnny pulling out wet suits for everyone. Johnny announced, "These are thermal wet suits. They should help you stay warm while swimming in the sea today." Joe then questioned, "Where are we swimming to today?" Palmer answered while pointing, "To Father and Son Islands." "Why?" Joe demanded. Johnny answered, "Just to be able to say that we had done it. Kind of like why men climb Mount Everest, because it is there. That island is there and that is where we will swim to today, just because it is there." Joe looked over at the islands. They had to be around a mile out and a mile back. He had no idea how he was even going to make all the way out there, let alone all the way back! Palmer sensed Joe's trepidation and asked, "Are you going to be okay today?" Joe replied, "I don't know! I don't know if I can swim that far!" Johnny then remarked, "You are a long distance runner, you are supposed to be able to do anything that involves endurance." Joe snapped, "Well, this long distance runner is very tired. You have been running me into the ground the last three days. There is only so much I can do!" Palmer smirked, "He'll make it." Joe tried to figure out how to put the wet suit on. It was much thicker and tighter than anything he had ever put on before. He was going to leave his boxerbriefs on so that no one would see him naked until, well, Johnny scolded him about that. Joe did not really like getting naked in front of the other boys, especially since he was the only completely hairless boy there. However, he bucked up the courage and took off his underwear with his naturally occurring hard-on leading the way again. He saw that the other boys had no problems looking has his dick. They enjoyed the scenery and they liked staring at each other's just as much. Joe gazed at Johnny's uncut penis. It was how the long sheath seemed to protect the helmet underneath it that fascinated Joe. It was all about how big and fat it was, even if it was not hard. Joe was mesmerized by it when Palmer, seeing that, slapped Joe on the head, saying, "Joe, what are you doing? Why are you drooling?" Joe blurted out in a dreamy voice, "Yes, Johnny, I would love to touch your cock. I want to feel all of it!" Joe suddenly caught himself. He could not believe what he had just said. All of the other boys froze, staring at Joe. Joe just realized that he had drool coming out of his mouth. All a sudden, everyone was laughing at Joe but Joe had no idea what to do. Before he could run away, Palmer tripped him over to the ground so he couldn't. Palmer then remarked while laughing, "That's fine, you were funny." Joe, then whimpering said, "I..." Johnny cut him off , saying, "You want to jack me off now?" Even Joe laughed a little this time. Johnny then added, "Don't worry, you were day dreaming. I'll tell you what. I'll take you up on it. You can jack me off any time you want to." Joe asked with curiosity, "Are you sure?" Johnny said, "Of course, but I won't let you do it `til you are ready." "When will I know?", Joe asked. "You just will.", Johnny replied. "Now, just get into the wet suit so we can go." Joe got into the wet suit. Palmer ended up helping him by zipping up his back. Palmer jokingly said, "At least we can't see you super hard this time." Johnny also gave everyone a special pair of shoes. He educated them, "These shoes will make sure that we don't cut our feet when we get to the island." Finally, Johnny gave them all a pair of goggles so that the salty sea water would not go into their eyes. Johnny instructed Joe, "Make sure you don't lose these. There is something over there that we all want to show you." The boys then set out to hike north bound. Both Palmer and Johnny were carrying a pack while Terry and Joe were not. There was just something magical about the scenery this time that drew Joe into it. Perhaps it was because it looked much wilder and a lot less developed. Maybe it was that there was so much more to do, after they had gone so far away already from Shi Shi Beach that had his attention. For about three hours, they walked north while the sun beat down upon them. Joe realized that for once, it was actually nice to have the heat of the sun provide some warmth, even if it felt a bit too hot at times, rather than the persistent cold that they had endured so far on this trip. It made the hike very pleasant and warm this time and Joe relished the change. About three hours later, they finally came to the place which was a small beach head where they were going to depart for their long swim. Joe was exasperated when the islands still looked as small and far away as ever. Johnny then announced, "Well, it is three quarters of a mile out to our destination." Palmer asked the two younger boys, "Well, are you ready." Joe thought it would be better not to say anything this time. After all, he thought the older boys wouldn't care if he thought he could make it or not anyway. At the same time, he thought it was quite nice for once to be thought of as actually capable of doing something so manly. This was an opportunity to score some real man points that his parents would have never allowed him to try to score on his own. So without any further words, the boys started out to swim toward the islands. It was low tide at that hour which actually made it easier for the boys to swim since the currents were carrying them toward the open sea rather than to shore. The thermal wetsuits also did their jobs of keeping them all warm and comfortable. For Joe, it was still very hard work. About fifteen minutes into the swim, the group was still only a third of the way there. At least there was not a lot of wind and waves today or it would have been much more difficult. However, that did not stop his mouth from getting very salty tasting and ironically dry, in spite of the wetness from unintended swallows of the pungent sea water. His eyes were also stinging, along with his the inside of his nose from the harsh brine of the sea water. It was a cruel trick that the sea water played upon him! He had to open his eyes to see where he was going, just to have them sting worse from the irritant! His lungs were also burning which was only made worse by the heavy concentration of salt in the water. He felt like he was choking at times as he tried to inhale any breath of fresh air! He quickly became used to the sensation of getting dizzy as the sensation started to set in once again, as it had so many times before in other circumstances. Joe wondered to himself as he labored, how anyone could have swum this long of a distance in these types of conditions! Joe continued to swim, nevertheless and about forty five minutes later, he and the other boys finally landed on the island. But, Joe was grasping for air! He did not bother taking a look around, as he held his eyes closed, thanking God Almighty and all heaven and earth that he had created that he somehow made it to land! He could hear that Johnny and Palmer were tending to Terry. It sounded to Joe like Terry was in much better shape than he was. He could hear Terry asking in amazement, "How did he make it?" Johnny answered, "Joe is a runner, and they learn to finish the task at all cost, no matter how ugly or bad it is. Palmer, you may want to see how Joe is." Palmer went over to Joe who was lying prostrate and breathing heavily and lifted him up. Once again, Joe could not stand under his own power. He opened his eyes to see that everything was blurry. He was shivering slightly due to being a little cold. What he really felt he needed to do was hurl! However he tried to hold it in, wondering what other "Mission Impossible" task that he was going to be asked to do today. At this moment, he wished that Palmer would think less of him. He was ready to say, "I have had enough!" But , Palmer gently asked Joe, "You're okay, aren't you?" Palmer then let go of Joe. Joe managed to stand up for a moment before falling right back down. Then, after another few minutes, he was able at least to sit up and stay that way this time which he considered to be a huge improvement. His vision also started coming back and he began to look around as his chest continued to heave up and down but all the while with a persistent burning sensation. Joe then looked at Palmer and asked philosophically, "Why do you make me do stuff like this?" Palmer answered honestly, "Because it builds character." "Well, what else are you going to do to me today? Tie me around a stone and watch me be drawn and quartered?" Joe asked in anger. Palmer serenely replied, "If that is what you want!" Johnny interjected, "Joe, you made it, did you not?" Joe could see where this conversation was going. He was going to lose yet another argument all because he was only trying to find out why they are making him do dangerous, life threatening tasks such as this! Joe started to wonder at that moment if his mother had not been right all along in her protectiveness of him, at least to some degree. Especially, it seemed, when it came to knowing what he could do or what he could not do. She seemed to know her son's capabilities as the thoughts flashed through his head. At least with her, he was always able to be successful in whatever he had done so far. It had all been normal and only what a child of his age should be able to do! Out here with Johnny and Palmer, Joe thought at that moment, he would fail, and they would just stand by and watch him fail and they would enjoy watching him fail! That was their mission, so he thought, momentarily. Palmer then said calmly, "You have hardly been pushed by anyone else, so far. They would always look at you and use your weight and perceived weakness as the excuse to say that you could not do what you have already done! Guess what? It is not an excuse out here. This is real and this is what real men do! I get that this is your first time being pushed to your limits and actually having expectations beyond those any others before had made of you. I get it that you are angry now. I even get that you may be confused at times, but you are a boy. Boys eventually turn into men. What we do is what men do. We explore, we challenge, and we sometimes even fail but we don't give up! Joe sheepishly replied back, "I just want to know why?" Johnny then suggested, "Joe, why don't you calm down first and then have a look around. You might like what you see and realize it was worth the effort." Palmer added, "Don't be down on yourself either. After all, you made it here. You were successful. Was it smooth and easy? Nope, but you know what? I think that is your style, and I think that's cool. It is what we like about you and the reason we asked you along." Joe then began to look around to try to appreciate his accomplishment according to what the older boys were saying. Once again, there were no trees on this island. "Big deal", he thought, he had seen that yesterday. So maybe the stones were a tad bit different today, but who would care about that? Joe finally stood back up under his own power and he looked off to the east. He actually laughed at himself for a moment. He realized that he could not believe that he had made it all the way over here, considering that the sea was all salt water which had made the journey so miserable. If it had been a month earlier, Joe did not think he would have been able to make it to the islands which he now found himself on. He started to walk around. He was then very thankful for the shoes that Johnny had given him. The rocks were all very sharp around him. Joe started to wonder what was under these rocks. He remembered that Johnny had given him a pair of underwater goggles which he was going to be wearing on the way back. They were still tied around his neck. So, Joe put the goggles on his face and took a little dive into the water. He was surprised to find that he had actually been standing on a top of a reef. Down below, the water was full of life. He saw schools of fish swimming around. What astounded him the most were the colors he then saw. He had thought that being in the Pacific Northwest, most of the fish and clams were grey, brown or black. Down here however, there were purple and pink star fish and there were oysters and other fish which were yellow! There were plants that were blue, green, purple and red. He was stunned by the images! He could have stayed there for hours, looking at the crabs looming near the bottom or the starfish moving about. Just seeing all of the various kinds of fish swim around was totally fascinating! Joe continued his exploration and surfaced every once in a while to catch his breath but just to go back down again to see the wonders he has never seen before. He repeated the underwater actions for about an hour before he became more aware of the above water surroundings. At first, he had not heard nor seen what was there as well. He had been too busy being angry and tired but now there were birds, lots of them that were to be seen on this island. He started to look around, where he saw there were several of them nesting on the high rocks. The birds were all mainly white and black. He slowly walked around the island. He saw Palmer and Johnny talking to each other, about what, he did not know. When we got to the western part of the island, there was yet another reef, begging to be explored. But before he did, he thought he may have been seeing things, but nope he wasn't, he saw some killer whales making surface. He started to understand why they had to swim out here. There was no way that they would have seen any of this on the main land. He then started to wonder why his mother would hold all of this back from him. Was it because she was scared that he would fail and not recover? Was it because she was concerned about him, and loved him...? He continued to ponder these thoughts as he continued to explore what was around him. As the low tide continued to peak, he found it easier and easier to get to other locations where he was not able to get to at first. He was surprised these rocks had a story to themselves. He wondered how it came to be that Johnny even knew of this island. He then began to add together in his mind the pieces of the puzzle. This had to be a sacred spot to Johnny. It was a place that only members his tribe were permitted to visit. Others could only go there if invited and accompanied by a tribal member. Although the place was under the US government control, Native Americans were allowed to visit spots like these since they had previously been their domain. Joe wondered if there were any markings around, hinting at the existence of earlier Native Americans. He was disappointed that his search came up with nothing. Several hours later he walked up to Johnny while asking, "Where are there any markings that suggest the history of your people?" Johnny answered, "They are everywhere but there are so many of them that we do not know where most of them are. Our tribe is currently doing lots of digs to find out where we may have lived before and to see what our culture may have been like at one time. This island use to be a worshipping site for my family years ago." Joe asked, "Whom do you worship?" Johnny said, "The same God as you do, I am a Christian." Joe asked, "How can that be? I thought you believed in sprits?" Johnny said, "Well, our tribe used to believe in that. How my family became Christian was due to the Spanish. Plus, when many settlers came, they brought their own form on Christianity with them." Joe asked, "What caused you to abandon your religion? Johnny said, "Well, it was due primarily to small pox. It killed many of our tribal members. Religion for us had been passed down from generation to generation through oral history. We had no formal writing, only symbols. Then, the small pox virus killed almost all of our older generation which caused them not to be able to pass along their religious traditions to us. So, what our ancestors had known was simply forgotten because there was no one to remember it and tell the younger generations about it. We don't know much about our religion expect that we use to worship spirits. We are hoping by digging, that we can figure out what we did worship in the past. We also lost the ability to speak our former language during the small pox epedemic. It is a very sad tale. Joe exclaimed, "Wow! That really sucks!" Johnny replied frankly, "That is the story of many tribes. At least we are lucky enough now to have the ability to go back and find out what happened. Many tribes don't exist anymore. At least we still do. That is why we have a museum in Neah Bay filled with artifacts. We study them to find out who we once were." Joe sincerely asked, "If you were to find out what you once worshipped, would you go back?" Johnny said, "Honestly, no. I now know what the truth is." Joe asked, "How many members of your tribe our Christians?" Johnny said, "Well, to be truthful. Not that many. Many don't believe in a God anymore." Joe asked, "Why?" Johnny said, "You would have to take that up with them. But I believe as a tribal member that they are allowed to believe in whatever they desire and choose to believe. That is what has made our tribe work for so long." Palmer interjected, "High tide is getting ready to come in. We better get going back with it." Joe really wanted to talk a lot more about religion. Sure, he went to church with his parents but he did not really know why. It was nice for him to explore the idea of God with someone else besides a pastor or his parents. He also wondered if Palmer or Terry went to church. Before he could ask, there he was swimming back to the main land, this time with his goggles on. The pain returned faster than ever but like the last time, he liked going in with the tide. The current seemed to make the swimming easier. What made it worse for him this time was that he was a lot more tired coming back from the island than going to the island. He tried to confide to Palmer or Johnny that he did not think he could make it but he failed to get a chance to do that. When he finally got to the main land, he was about ready to pass out. His lungs were once again on fire. He tried to get up, but he couldn't. The tide was starting to roll in, but it would be a while before it had peaked. He knew he was in trouble. He tried to move with the water, but instead, he found himself choking on the water. Johnny and Palmer came to his rescue. They both got to him simultaneously. While gasping for breath, he muttered, "I can't get up, I'm too weak." Johnny said, "Palmer, lets drag him, and make a camp, I got some food with me. He needs to eat." Joe was feeling sick again and he had no idea how eating was going to help. Palmer said kindly, "Joe, lean on me. I'll help you walk." Joe put most of his weight on Palmer as Palmer lifted him up to his feet. It was slow and painful work as Palmer with some help with Johnny dragged Joe onto the beach. He saw that Terry was under his own power but he did not look very well either. Joe started to shiver once again as the west winds started to pick up in speed. Johnny started a fire while Palmer stripped Joe out of the wet suit and put warm dry clothes on him. Joe was for the most part, powerless and helpless. He could not do anything for himself at the moment even if his life had depended on it. Palmer then lifted Joe up and took him to the fire and started to snuggle with him. Joe fell asleep in Palmers arms. About an hour later, Joe woke up, feeling worse than ever. He was still extremely tired. He had a massive headache. He looked around to see it was still daylight. He wondered how he allowed himself to get into this mess. Johnny came around to have a look at him. Johnny said, "I think the worst is over. Joe, you won't be feeling better until you eat something. You are weak at this moment. Some food will give you back your strength." Joe replied, "I'm sorry, I must have ruined all of your plans." Palmer whispered into Joe's ear, "Don't worry, the same thing happened to Terry last year". Joe noticed that Terry was also wrapped in a blanket. He had a bowl in his hands with a spoon. Before Joe could ask what Terry was eating, the question was answered. Johnny gave Joe a bowl of rice with some beef that had been dehydrated and reconstituted. But Joe was not really interested in eating at the moment. He just felt more like passing out again. Palmer suggested, "You need to eat." Joe replied, "I am not hungry." Palmer said, "We can force feed you if you would like." "I feel like I am going to puke." He contested. "You won't, so eat." Johnny replied. Joe started to eat. It took him about twenty minutes to finish the first bowl. Just when Joe thought he would have satisfied the older boys requirement for him to eat, they gave him another bowl! The rice and beef seemed to be working, whatever mystical power that they must have had. He was finally starting to feel better. So, he ate a second bowl and then a third. They also gave him a lot of water to drink. He had no idea why they were doing this. Johnny explained, "You got dehydrated. You should know from your running experience that it is very important to get rehydrated and get some food in you." "I thought you could only get that from running." Joe replied. "Well, now you know you can get dehydrated other ways also. Are you strong enough to walk back?" Palmer asked Joe replied in a dejected tone, "I am sorry, you must think I am worthless." "Of course, not. So what? You were not strong enough to make it to the fire by yourself. You did most of the work. We just had to help you a little." Johnny pointed out as a matter of fact. "I think I can make it back." Joe said uncertainly as he tried to stand up His legs and arms were still weak but he was at least standing without any help. There looked to be some daylight left as the sun was about two hours away from setting. Joe saw some clouds from the south begin to appear which indicated that it would once again be raining again the next day. So, they began the trek back to the campground after putting the fire out. It was a slower pace at first but the more that Joe walked, the better he felt. They all continued to walk and be memorized as the sun slowly set in a bloody red color. Joe wished it would have lasted longer but it didn't. Joe then looked to the south, where he saw more flashes of lightning. It looked as if the storm would come in sometime that night. When they finally made it back to the camp, they decided it would be best to call it a day and go to bed. They would have one more final night of camping. Palmer took Joe into the tent. Palmer had all a sudden become tense. Joe was wondering why. Palmer stammered nervously, "Do you w-want me t-to t-teach you, you some stuff tonight?" Joe replied with interest and a sudden gleam in his eye, "Of course, I do! What we are going to do?" Palmer then said in a much relieved voice, "A little of this, a little of that, we only need one sleeping bag again." Now, it was Joe who was now getting nervous. Would Joe be able to perform up to Palmer's standards? What were his standards? What were they going to do? There was no light but Joe could see the outline of Palmer who was in his briefs. He could also tell that Palmer was hard. How was this going to work? Palmer's penis was larger but he was also taller and weighed almost twice as much as Joe. Palmer began the ritual by rubbing the outside of Joe's pants. Joe got hard and started to twitch immediately. Palmer said, "Rule number one, try not to cum. The more you hold out, the better it will be." Joe questioned, "So, this is another contest?" "Well, not really, but still, you don't want to cum as fast as possible. If you outlast me, you know that you have done your job. The longer you can hold out, the better your orgasm will be." Palmer answered. Palmer took off Joe's pants, but left his shirt on. Joe was almost ready to cum immediately but he did as Palmer told him to do which was to try to resist the urge. It was once again, a difficult challenge. This was Joe's first time that was going to cum on purpose instead of spontaneously. He really wanted to make it worth his time and effort but at the same time, he also wanted to make Palmer cum. Joe started to touch Palmer's penis on the outside of his briefs. He could tell that Palmer was really enjoying it, as a wet spot developed on his briefs. Palmer continued, "Rule number two, no anal sex." Joe asked innocently, "What is anal sex?" Palmer responded, "It is when you use your penis to shove it up someone else's butt." Joe asked, "Wouldn't that feel good?" "To some yes, to others no. Ninety-five percent of STD's come from anal sex. Those are the diseases that can kill you. You can't treat them either. You can come up with so many other ways to have pleasure that you really don't need to have anal sex. If you ever get one of those diseases, you are no longer in the club. You will be checked every month. So, aren't you enjoying yourself now?" Joe felt like he was missing out on something but if he wanted to be in the club, he guessed he was going to have to go with the rules, even if he did not like them. At the same time, what Palmer said, made sense. He was feeling on cloud nine, as all of these sensations he has never experienced before were surging through him. Palmer pushed Joe into the ground, and started to hump him. Their penises were touching each other. Joe was doing his best to try to hold off an orgasm but it continued to be really difficult. Palmer was also breathing heavily, as they continued to jack each other off. Palmer said, "Here is the hard rule, Rule number 3. You can no longer jack yourself off. Obviously after tonight you are going to know how to do that." Joe asked, "Why?" "Because, you need to always be on and you always need to be on your A-game. Plus, who wants to miss out on wet dreams? When you stick to that rule, it will make your orgasms much more intense." Palmer responded as if it always made sense. "How are you ever supposed to feel like this? I feel so good." Joe asked. "That is the fun part about being in this club. Trying not to cum while wrestling, while at the same time trying to get others to jack you off." Palmer responded. Joe's penis was twitching very, wildly. He knew that he was getting really close. All of these rules that Palmer was explaining were actually turning him on even more. He was trying to get Palmer to cum, but like always, he knew that he was going to be first. They continued to roll around in the tent, sometimes Palmer was on top and then sometimes Joe was on top. Joe really wanted to go in for a kiss but they were both talking too much for any of that to occur. They continued to grind it out but they kept their underwear on. Joe was wondering if they were going to ever take it off. His question was answered, as each of the boys legs were wrapped around each other. Palmer knew that Joe was close, so he kept teasing him for about a half an hour, right when Joe was about ready to cum, he all a sudden stopped. This drove Joe mad! What drove him even madder was that he was able to cause Palmer to cum once already. He remained hard, but he could tell that it took a lot of energy out of Palmer. His briefs were soaked with his cum. Some of the cum leaked into Joe's boxerbriefs, which made him only harder. Palmer being in full control, allowed Joe to give a couple of very power thrusts with his hips. Joe's breathing picked up. He knew that he went past the point of no return. Joe started to buckle his hips. Palmer quickly started to jack Joe off through his underwear as fast as possible. Within seconds, Joe became lightheaded, as his underwear got blasted with his own cum. Last thing he remembered was being pumped dry by Palmer as exhaustion of the entire day took over.