The blond center squashed the underside of his piss tube down hard on the vein filled, roughly textured cock- meat of the young quarterback's pulsating flesh-pole.The blond center squashed the underside of his piss tube down hard on the vein filled, roughly textured cock- meat of the young quarterback's pulsating flesh-pole. He used his thumb to rub his sensitive dick-head deep in and out of Steve's wiry, dark, soapy pubes. The sensation filled his groin and his head with deeply flooding waves of pleasure which made the back of his knees throb and his toes tingle. He sucked and bit down on his lower lip as his head reeled. His prick became stiffer still. Meanwhile, Marty watched, wide-eyed. "Wow," Marty said, under his breath, to himself, "these guys should drop football and take up swordfighting." Marty's hand started unconsciously squeezing and rubbing his growing crotch which strained the button -fly of his tightening jeans. He wished he had a pair of binoculars. Brian pulled his stiff cock back and poked his pricktip against Steve's pisshole. Shielding it from the spray of the shower with his body, he pulled them slowly apart, making a strand of crystal-clear precum which hun from one piss-slit to the other. Brian the snatched the slimy string of fuck-juice up with his middle finger and popped it into his mouth, savoring the rich saltiness with his wet tongue. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yum! Fuckin' juicy!" said Brian as he licked his own smiling lips. He ran his free hand through the sick soapy hair that liberally covered Steve's heaving, muscle-bound chest. "You know, it'd probably taste better if you got down there and sucked on that fucker," said Steve as he pulled on Brian's right nipple which stood out as pink and erect as a pencil eraser tip. "I thought you'd never ask," Brian replied with a big stupid smile on his face. |