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.Wave after wave of cream filled his ass as he rode me.His hungry butt demanded more, more and more.His cock thrust into my hand as his full, heavy balls swung back and forth.My cock expelled everything I had and the sensation tingled every nerve fiber.My toes curled, my skin bristled and my cock couldn’t take any more abuse.I tried to pull out of his ass, but he clamped down on me.The climax repeated and I screamed with the more intense orgasm.Sweat poured over my body as cum flowed out of me.Patrick knew I couldn’t take any more, so he slowly released my cock as I rolled into a fetal position, my senses overloaded.I covered my cock, protecting it from any more stimulation.He ripped the condom off and poured my load over his hardon.He positioned himself over my head and started to stroke his dick, my cum flowing between his fingers and dripping on my face.“Spank me,” he demanded.I weakly swiped at his butt.“Thank you, Sir, may I have another?”Slap.“Harder.”Slap.“Harder.”SLAP.I used my other hand.“Again.”Whap.“Another.”SLAP.I alternated hands slapping his butt.He groaned and worked his eight inches.His furry balls brushed my lips.I stuck out my tongue and tasted my seed and his sweat.The mixture flowed down my throat.I caught a hairy ball, sucked it into my mouth and rolled the fleshy orb between my teeth.Hot drops of my semen sprinkled over my face.I closed my eyes and sucked, as I spanked his muscular butt.I slipped a finger into his dripping hole as I swatted his cheek with my other.“Harder, harder,” he begged.I drilled deep into his ass.My finger found his core, circled it, poked it and pounded it.Patrick arched his back; he stroked his dick one more time and slipped it into my open mouth.My lips sealed around his girth.His balls released, draining his nuts with a wave of salty, sweet cream.The thick load burned as it flowed down my throat.His cock pulsated with each orgasm.I swallowed as he thrust into me.I gagged only once as he drove into me too far; a spray of cum exploded out of my mouth and flowed down my neck.He thrust into me again, emptying his balls.His legs released, his pelvis landed on my face.Hot spunk covered us, as Patrick slid down my body and into my arms.We wrapped our arms around each other and sank into the bed.Patrick brought his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply, mixing our fluids between us.His still hard cock, brushed against mine.His body heat flowed into me, relaxing mine.Our bodies fit together perfectly.My hand slipped down his back and cupped his amazing ass.I patted him gently as we drifted off to sleep.As his eyes shut, he exhaled.“Thank you, Sir, may I have another?”on restrictionpepper espinozaHey, bro.You in here?”Devon poked his head out from behind the shower curtain,wiping the water from his face.“Hey, what’s up?”Brad held up a twelve-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon.“I broughtyou some beer, dude.”“Beer?” Devon stepped back under the spray.“You knowI’m on restriction.That means no drinking, no pot, no girls,nothing.And you know they’ll find out.They always do,somehow.” Either spies or cameras.Or both.Devon reallywouldn’t be surprised, given the number of times he’d beencalled out on what he’d thought was private business.“They won’t find out if you drink in here.Move over.” Devon had no choice but to step out of the way for his fratbrother.For one thing, Brad wasn’t just another frat brother—he was Devon’s Big Brother, his mentor and the person whohad Devon’s unyielding loyalty.For another thing, Brad wasbig enough that he could simply knock Devon on his ass.Plus, he’d been on restriction for a week, and his mouth was wateringfor one of those beers.“So have you learned your lesson?”One of the first things Devon learned in the frat was propershower etiquette in a cramped stall.He stepped out of thespray, and he kept his eyes up and straight ahead, careful toavoid the fag look.“Yeah, sure.”“I hope you sound more convincing when the council asksyou that question.”Devon smiled.“My GPA will be back to a four-point-ohbefore the end of the quarter, and then they’ll have to take meoff restriction.No matter what they think about it.” “You fell below a C average.How are you going to get it toa four-point-oh?” Brad sounded more curious than skeptical.He’d already learned his lesson when it came to Devon—oncehe decided he wanted something, he would have it.One way orthe other.The end result would never be in question, only themeans to get there.“Blow jobs.That was my backup plan all along.” “Blow jobs? Don’t you have any female professors?” “Nope.”“Chug that beer.”Devon obediently dropped his head back, opened his throat,and drained the can.Brad plucked it out of his palm andreplaced it with a full can.“That one, too.”The second one went down as easily as the first.The flushacross his skin was instant, heat rising to meet the steam rollingover his arms and shoulders.The contrast of the ice-cold beerin his throat and stomach was both painful and pleasant, buthe couldn’t let on.If Brad wanted him to down all twelve beersunder the relentless water and steam, he would do it.Even if he risked growing dizzy, vomiting, and hitting his head on theway down.“So you’re just going to offer your instructors BJs? Thatsounds risky.”“It is, and that’s why I’m not doing that.I’ve been givingthem BJs since September.Now I’m going to make all that hardwork count for something.”Brad laughed and popped open a third can.“Then why didyou let your grades drop so low?”“I thought I could use a bit of a break.” Devon smiled aroundthe can before taking another deep swallow.“But if anybodyasks, I’ve learned my lesson.”“No, but you will [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]