Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 21:40:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Benjamin Puddles <author.puddles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Miracle Grow Boys: Aiden and Jack 4

Disclaimer: this story is fiction with elements of fantasy/extreme sex. All
semblances are coincidental. You must be of age to be reading this.

Authors note: thanks so much for the emails of encouragement! I love
hearing from readers with their comments/suggestions, so please don't
hesitate to shoot me a quick message with your thoughts!

Recap: Aiden and Jack are too young jocks on the local high school's soccer
team. After taking pills to `naturally enhance' their cocks, they discover
that they are more hung than they could even imagine! What's more, their
cum seems to have special properties that they are still discovering. After
spending an afternoon being hazed by the soccer team in the showers, the
boys got caught in an intense fuck-fest that nearly spelt disaster when
they couldn't pull out! It's becoming clear that there's a larger game at
play, but so far the Miracle Grow Boys are only aware of a few pieces in
the puzzle.

Chapter 4


Aiden's parents were late coming home that day, which was good, as the boys
needed the additional time to clean up after the afternoon's cum-soaked
festivities. There was lots to do: first there was the matter of getting
themselves cleaned up, sticky and plastered in jizz as they were; then
there was the matter of sponging the globs of cum off the old couches
pillows; then there was the task of getting the heavy scents of cock and
sex out of the basement; and finally there was the task of perhaps one or
two more blowjobs here in there-- in the shower and then, quickly, on the
stairs--before they heard a car pull into the driveway and had to hitch up
their sweatpants.

Aiden's father entered the house in a tizzy. "Aiden?" he called. "What the
hell is that parking job?"

Aiden poked his head over the upper floor's banister. "Sorry dad, we were
rushing."

"Oh, is Jack here?" asked Aiden's father.

"Right here!" said Jack, poking his head out too.

"Heya Jack. Nice to see you. Aiden, move your car so your mother doesn't
have a fit when she gets home in twenty minutes. Dinner is takeout
tonight!"

Aiden flashed a grin at Jack along the banister as his father wandered
off. Both boys still had semi-hard cocks grazing along their thighs,
clearly visible in their sweatpants. They'd have to find some tight,
unforgiving undies if they ever wanted to fit into pants again, and Aiden
was sure he had a few spares that would last the night.

Later, as they ate around the dining room table, Jack joked openly with
Aiden's parents about sports and classes. While he laughed and joked, Aiden
watched him, watched his body, and though he couldn't be sure he detected
more than a significant amount of definition in Jack's muscles, like he'd
just come from the gym. Truth be told, Aiden felt the same bulging in his
own chest, shoulders, and thighs. Even the normally tight mound of his ass
felt more cushioned with muscle. All through dinner he kept feeling his
legs under the table--they were always built but now they felt simply
rock-hard--and more than a few times he let his hand fumble and come to
rest on his thick, plump cock.

**************

Waking up was a hassle. Every day started with nearly a foot of wood for
each boy. Showering was a hassle. Their dicks were always begging for
attention, their balls always begging to be drained, and even minutes after
they showered the boys would feel a familiar stickiness where their cock
heads lay against their leg. Getting dressed was a hassle and going to
school with inch after inch of massive dick crammed into tight, straining
briefs was a hassle too, but if the boys were being truthful it was, above
all else, exceptionally hot.

What was not a hassle, or even a significant event, was the locker
room. Both boys found this to be exceptionally odd; they assumed that after
the events of their last shower, where either boy had sucked more dicks
than they had kept track of, the showers would be fraught with sexual
tension.  But, as extraordinary as that day's orgy had been, the showers
were extraordinarily regular after that. Sure, the boys still got looks for
their cocks, and once or twice they'd catch a lustful murmur, but the
showers remained quick and frenzied.

"I keep thinking I dreamed it," Jack said to Aiden one day at lunch. They
sat outside, enjoying the warm weather.

"You didn't. Unless I dreamed the same thing."

"Still," Jack said. "It's odd how that went down and nothing has happened
since."

"Maybe it's just an initiation thing?" Aiden suggested.

Jack shook his head. He was positive he'd heard the boys talking about
previous sexual escapades while he himself was sucking them off, one by
one.

Jack said, "I think they've done stuff on other occasions.  Brian Arturo
has been fucked before. I'm sure of it."

Aiden shrugged. "How so?"

Jack looked at him frankly. "He took a foot long dick up his ass with just
some soap, fucked himself silly, and came on my chest. I'm pretty sure he's
a power bottom."

Aiden gave a crooked grin. "Dunno, man, I usually top you but I took that
dick no problem. Maybe you're just not as big as you think?"

Jack gasped and drove a knuckle into Aiden's side. Aiden retaliated with a
shove, laughing. Both their bodies had undergone obvious changes in the
week following their first experimentation with their cocks and they were
more than a little eager to show off. Every touch was stronger, more
sensual, every stretch flooded them with endorphins. Before it had seemed
so difficult to walk about with the huge bulges between their legs, but now
it just felt right. They were growing used to growing, and they were
growing in all sorts of places.  But, even though they joked, there was
something playing at their thoughts. Something larger that they couldn't
understand just yet, but that was going to make itself known one way or
another.

**********

Another few days passed and it was Friday, Jack's favorite day. He got done
with his workout early, savoring the one day practice had been cancelled,
and drove the whole way home with his windows down, music blaring.  So far
he'd made no plans for his weekend, but he had a mind to call up one of his
old girlfriends and see if they wanted to watch a movie or something. Now
though, as night fell and he was pulling into his driveway, he found that
the idea had lost its appeal. Fucking girls had once seemed like the
hottest thing ever, but ever since him and Aiden had started fooling around
with their new miracle cocks and super-powered cum he just couldn't get
hard to the thought of tits and pussy.

Instead he'd think of Aiden: muscular back arched, throbbing cock pointed
straight up like a rocket, beads of precum forming at his piss slit, his
ass crammed with veiny, pulsing dick, and instantly Jack would be hard.

He wondered what Aiden was doing this weekend. They hadn't seen each other
since class earlier, since practice was cancelled. Something about too many
guys being sick, or something. Coach seemed pissed about the announcement
but whatever. A free day was a free day.

On Jack's kitchen counter was a note from his parents saying Jack's cousin
had just had her baby and they were going upstate to help out for the
weekend. They'd left a wad of cash behind with the suggestion that Jack
should buy his sister and himself pizza.

And, like clockwork, Jack's sister rushed into the kitchen in a hurry. "Can
Bethany sleep over?" she blurted.

Jack shook his head no. He was a good big brother.

"I knew it," said his sister. "I'm sleeping at her place this this weekend,
then. I'll call to check up on you, make sure you're eating, you know."
And, with that, she was hauling a large pink duffle bag over her shoulder
and out the door.

Jack watched her go and smiled to himself. Free house for the whole
weekend? He'd have Aiden over in no time, but he had to be careful; they'd
made a promise to not let themselves get caught up in another cum recycling
situation again, like last time. That had been just as scary as it had been
hot, and both boys didn't dare re-enter into such a predicament.

A knock came at the door and Jack smiled again. His sister was just as
forgetful as he was! He turned to make a face at her, intending to keep the
door locked until she begged for her toothbrush or whatever, but his sister
was not the one on the other side of the door.

It was Brian Arturo. And he didn't look pleased.

"Brian?" Jack opened the door. Brian was alone.

"Hi," said Brian uneasily.

"I thought you were sick. Couch said you and some of the other varsity boys
were coming down with something and we'd better not have practice.  Cross
sent out a text."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Brian nodded vaguely. He looked as healthy as a
horse. "Can I come in?"

"Uh, sure," said Jack, and soon he was sitting with Brian at the kitchen
table.

"Sorry to barge in," said Brian. He kept tapping his foot. He looked like
he wanted to leave, yet he stayed right where he was.

"You alright, man?" Jack asked as casually as he could. All he could
picture was Brian's hot ass slowly sinking down onto his rigid meat, but
this was a totally different Brian. This guy was nervous and brittle.

Brian waited a moment before blurting, "It's about last week, about the
lockers. I'm not gay, man, okay? It's...it's complicated. But I'm no fag."

Jack leaned back in his chair. He'd heard this one before.  Some of the
football studs that liked to fuck him had to say something like this after
they were done screwing, still in bed, and Jack had learned to just let
them frame it however they wanted. No point in making someone
uncomfortable.

"Sure," he said. "Look, I just got home from the gym and I'm starving. Want
to order delivery and we'll talk while we eat?"

"Yeah," Brian gulped and nodded. "Yeah, pizza is good."

Jack clapped him on the shoulder and Brian went tense. "Yes," Jack
said. "Pizza is good. And I'm ripe. I'm going to go shower so make yourself
at home."

An hour later, well fed and lounging in Jack's family room, both boys were
licking the grease off their hands. Brian had lost his dire attitude and
had since opened up and Jack listened intently, nodding at times and trying
not to display that what Brian was saying was getting him way boned up.

"And it's like I can't control it," Brian was saying. "It's not all the
time though, you know? It's only on these specific occasions, like last
week in the shower, where I suddenly get this crazy urge. And it's like I
can't do anything but appease it."

"And it's happened before?" Jack asked. The wet patch in his sweats was
expanding and he moved his dick slightly over, where a new wet patch began
to darken.

"Kind of," Brian confessed. "Only twice, actually, and both times before
it's been with Cross. Once was when I was first getting initiated, and I
saw Cross naked and just knew I had to fuck myself on his cock, and the
next time was when we were hazing this guy at a conference in the showers I
just couldn't stop myself and I ended up letting them both fuck me--Cross
and this totally random jock..." Brian trailed off.

Jack gulped and tried to keep a smirk off himself.

Brian bit his lip. "At the same time," he finished.

Jack inhaled deeply, stretched, and made sure to keep at least one pillow
over his crotch. "I dunno man, it sounds like its pretty random to me."

"Yeah," Brian nodded. He grabbed another slice and began to gobble it down.

Man, Jack thought, there was nothing hotter than watching a guy sit in his
living room, in a tight tank top and mesh shorts, eat pizza.  Especially
when that guys boner was clearly visible.

Brian must have seen the way Jack was looking at him because he lowered the
slice and readjusted on the floor so that he was on his stomach.

"So why did you come here?" Jack asked.

Brian finished the slice and began to lick his fingers. Jack watched the
soccer studs perfectly sculpted ass and licked his lips.

"You seem like a nice guy," said Brian. "And I know you ain't no fag. You
just went along with initiation because you had to, right?"

Jack nodded. The straight jocks sometimes needed to hear this.  "Sure," he
said, but he knew that they both knew that Brian's ass was a piece of work
and, when it wanted to get fucked, it wanted to get fucked with something
big.

Shortly after that they turned on a movie, one with cars and guns and
boobs, and commented on how hot the ladies were. Then, after Brian checked
in with his mother, they decided he should just spend the night.

"But nothing gay, right? Like, don't get me wrong, you're a hot guy and all
and I loved getting fucked by your cock, but it's not gay because you're
not gay, right?" Brian reiterated for the eleventh time.

"Sure," Jack shrugged. "Course not."

They fell asleep watching their second movie, Jack on the couch, Brian on
his stomach on some pillows on the floor. It wasn't until around 3 o'clock
that Jack woke up, and it was a text from Aiden vibrating in his pocket.

It said: "Damn. Have I got a story. Hint: Cross from the soccer team."

Jack eyed it blearily, closed his phone, and rolled over on the couch. His
dick was just about stiff and had wedged itself between two pillows beneath
him. Brian was sound asleep on the floor beside him. He would deal with
everything in the morning.

Then he got to thinking. Cross June had had a huge cock, and when he'd face
fucked Aiden he'd said some strange things. Then, when Aiden had swallowed
his load, Aiden had gotten a crazy sex craving an hour after, resulting in
both the boys growing incredible amounts as they absorbed each other's
precum. Now Brian was on Jack's floor, having confessed that sometimes he
had to ride a dick, and those times had been specifically with Cross June
and Jack himself.

And now Aiden had a story, but Jack's attention wasn't on Aiden. It was on
the slowly breathing shadow of Brian on the floor.

Jack retracted himself from the couch and sat up. Brian was a beautiful
guy. Smooth, tan skin, a defined jaw and high cheekbones, toned and bulging
muscles, and an ass as gorgeous as any. Even Jack felt jealous of it.

Jack slowly slid his sweatpants off and started stroking his hard
cock. Brian had said no funny business and he was going to respect that,
but there was no way he was getting back to bed without busting at least
once.  Maybe twice.

The smell of precum filled the small room. Jack drank it in like fresh air,
savoring it in his nostrils. He rubbed the slick goo from his cock head
down his shaft, to the base of his cock, and even around his balls.  It
smelled so damn good!

Then Brian stirred. Jack froze. Slowly Brian's lips parted with a wet smack
and he murmured, "Mmm, not gay."

"I know buddy," Jack whispered, amused.

Brian's sleep talk continued. "Just one more time, Jack....not a fag....but
you'll fuck me again, right?"

Jack couldn't believe was he was hearing. He shifted off the couch and
knelt besides Brian.

"Smells.....like heaven," Brain breathed. His eyes were still closed, his
breathing regular. He slowly began to make small smacking noises with his
lips and small moans escaped his lips. Ever so slowly his ass bucked on the
pillows shoved beneath his pelvis.

Jack moved to Brian's back and watched in wonder. Sure enough, he felt an
unbelievable craving for Brain's perfect ass. Suddenly, informed by his
cock, he knew what Brian felt when he felt like getting fucked.

Slowly, so slowly, Jack pulled down Brian's short, mesh shorts. In his
sleep Brian was grinding against something and the slight movements made it
easier to shimmy the loose elastic waistband to just under the boys
cheeks. Then, taking care not to wake the kid, Jack spread the smooth
globes of Brian's ass apart and looked at his hole.

The smell of Brian's musky. sweaty balls and ass joined with Jack's precum
and the funk drove into the boy's skulls like a drill. Fuck, it said. Fuck.

Jack knelt down and gently spread Brian's cheeks further. It was hard to
see in the dim room but the light of the TV was bright enough for him to
witness the cute, odd puckering of Brian's anus.

Jack couldn't stop himself. Without thinking he felt his tongue unravel
from his mouth and lap carefully against the puckering hole, up Brian's ass
crack. Then he was doing it again. And again.

Brian just kept moaning, still asleep, or at least not fully awake, as Jack
gently ate his ass.

I'll stop in a bit, Jack said to himself. I'll stop after this next lick,
or the next one, or the next one. It's not gay. Not gay at all.

But the taste only made Jack's longing worse. And, if he was paying
attention, he would have noticed the peculiar power that Brian's ass had
over him, over his throbbing manhood, and he would have traced it to the
same carnal source as when he'd first begun to grow with Aiden.

But he wasn't thinking. He was kicking off his sweatpants and, ever so
slowly, bringing the large mushroom of his head to rest right on Brian's
crack. Precum obediently drooled from Jack's cock as the sleeping boy
beneath him continued to moan and squirm, and soon Brian's ass was slick
with the stuff of Jack's churning, lemon sized balls.

I won't fuck him, thought Jack. I just want to feel his ass again, it was
so good. Besides, he said he loved it. He said he wanted it, and if he
didn't want it again then why is he here?

Jack's cock brushed against Brian's rosebud and Brian let out a small moan,
followed by a slight snore.

Jack's head rolled back. His balls felt so heavy, so weighed down with
cum. The heat of his cock and the blood rushing through it felt immense. If
he didn't get off now, he wasn't sure what he was capable of.

He began to jack himself off, right where he was, and more and more precum
seeped from his cock and onto Brian's smooth crack. He'd think of an
explanation, an excuse later. But right now he had to get himself off or
else...or else...

Brian let out a small gasp and for a second Jack thought he'd gone too far,
but a glance confirmed Brian was not penetrated. His ass remained slick and
puckered but unfucked. Then Jack thought the worst--that Brian was
awake--and so he leaned over the boy's back and listened close.

Brian's breathing was still slow and steady. His mouth was drooling and his
eyes were darting quick behind their lids. The jock was sound asleep. Jack
breathed a long, heavy sigh of relief, a sigh that brushed through his
whole body, and without meaning to he felt the head of his cock begin to
enter Brian's upturned ass with a slow, wet slurp.

"Shit," Jack whispered, scrambling to get up into a squat again without
waking Brian. It wasn't easy, and as he did so he felt more of himself
slide into Brian's hole. Damn, the kid was tight, but his ass sure had
suction to it.

"Fuck, shit, fuck!" Jack whispered. He was upright but there was no way of
extracting himself short of palming Brian's supple ass and pulling out, and
that would definitely wake the kid up. "Fuck fuck fuck," he bit his
lip. Brian felt so good, so warm and so soft and so tight, like the walls
of his ass were massaging the massive girth of Jack's dick as even more of
it pushed in.

And Jack couldn't be certain but he was sure that Brian's ass was pulling
him in, like a hot mouth, like a sucking pair of lips, or else why should
it be so difficult to pull out? He was a strong kid, full of his own
muscles, but just then his hips could do little against the internal
mechanisms dragging his heavy shaft into Brian's depths.

"Fuck," Jack uttered again. He was balls deep. It felt incredible.

"Uhh," Brian moaned, his head lifting up. Jack watched in horror as the
sleepy boy wiped the drool off his chin. Then, totally nonchalantly, turned
over his shoulder and eyed Jack down the line of his arched back and
upraised bubble butt.

"Jack?" Brian said groggily. "What's up man?"

"Dude," Jack sputtered. "I'm super super sorry, man, I just saw you
sleeping, and you were moaning, and I got hard and I just--I just
couldn't—and now I can't get out!"

Brian's sleepy eyes traveled down Jack's face, down his torso, down the
v-lines of his lower abs to where his pubes emitted his 11 inch fuckrod,
which was now burrowed conspicuously into Brian.

And then, inexplicably, Brian began to move himself back and forth, pulling
off of Jack momentarily before sliding himself back on.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked frantically. His cock remained firmly
stuck in Brian as Brian fucked himself.

"You knew I wanted it again, didn't you?" asked Brian as he eased himself
off Jack's dick, then began to push back with a smile of drowsy
pleasure. "You feel it too, don't you? Cross could feel my ass when it
yearned for his cock and he couldn't resist. I lied before when I said I'd
only gotten fucked three times. Cross fucks me all the time, whenever he
wants, whenever I want. His cock is the one that gave me this ass."

"This ass?" Jack asked nervously. His breath was getting heavy. Pleasure
was tingling in his cock and working its way down to his balls as they
began to sway with Brian's rhythm.

"Yeah...." Brian grinned wider, and as he did so the ribbed, sliding
sensation gliding along Jack's slick cock doubled in pressure and tempo,
causing him to gasp and suck in his breath.

"I hope you don't mind," Brian pushed himself up onto all fours from his
elbows. "I've been thinking about that piece of meat between your legs all
week, waiting to see it again, but I got nervous. I'm always
nervous. Because I'm not gay, you know?"

Jack bit his lower lip and leaned back on his hands. Brian's ass was doing
all the work for him.

"I just..." Brian was huffing with obvious exertion. Sweat was glistening
on his sexy shoulders. "I just can't help myself..." he stripped off his
shirt and the pumping of his ass intensified. Jack stripped his own sweat
soaked shirt too as Brian stammered. "I just can't help myself, no matter
how hard I try, but tonight I did pretty good." Brian let out a massive
moan as Jack flexed his cock in Brian's ass. "I did good, right? I would
have gotten out of here without getting fucked if you hadn't started it."
Jack huffed and puffed, and then something in him snapped. He scooted
forward, getting his legs beneath him, and pushed himself back on top of
Brian with his strong arms wrapped around the bottom's chest.

"Ahh!" Brian said in shock, his arms faltering, and the boys were pushed to
the floor. Brian was pinned, and the momentary surprise resulted in the
rhythm of his ass letting up for just the second Jack needed.

"I'm not the one who started this," Jack growled into Brian's ear, now
pumping his own hips furiously and driving as much of his cock into Brian
as he could. "You did, coming over here. I saw that boner before. You had a
plan."

Brian moaned and bit down on the meat of Jack's forearm as the boy fucked
him. Jack could feel Brian's ass trying to regain its grip, its control,
but Jack was in control now.

And he wasn't going to let Brian forget it.

For at least seven minutes Jack kept Brian pinned down, kissing and licking
the boys neck and ears as he drove his massive, swollen penis into the boys
ass. With each slap Jack felt his balls hitting up against Brian's own, and
the sound of the wet slaps resonated with the growls purring in Jack's
throat. Whenever he looked down he became even more turned on at the sight
of his thick meat, the size of a can of soda almost, pushing into Brian's
beautiful, muscular ass, which rippled and jiggled with each deep thrust.

And Brian was loving it, howling into the pillow beneath him and moaning
like no bottom had ever moaned for Jack. Usually Jack would have been the
one taking the cock, but there was something so incredibly sexy about
fucking a soccer stud who was just begging to be penetrated. It was how
powerless Brian wanted to be, how powerful he was being in offering up his
incredible, accommodating ass to Jack's monster cock, and that turned Jack
on even more.

Jack hooked his arms under Brian and rolled over so that he was on his back
and Brian was squatting over him. Then, aided by the new position, he began
to drive his cock deep into Brian with the rapidity of a piston firing,
over and over until Brian was screaming in pleasure.

"Fuck me, oh my god fuck me Jack!" he moaned, he back and back
arched. "You're so fucking big, you're so fucking big, I can't--I can't--"

"Yes you can," Jack growled. He grabbed Brian's hips and forced him down in
time with his own upward thrusts.

"Huge," Brian groaned. "Ughhh I need it."

An odd urge hit Jack then, a confidence he hadn't had before.  He heard his
voice but he wasn't thinking the words; he was only speaking them.  "Yeah?
You like horse-hung jocks fucking your tight Latin ass?"

"Yeahhhhh," Brian groaned between the wet slaps of his own cock bouncing
off his sweaty abs.

"You want more?"

"Uh, Uh, Uh, fuck yeah, uh, uh, uh, mooooooore, uh."

Jack took a deep breath and aimed all his lust at his own rock-hard
member. His thoughts grew sharp and slowly, instantaneously, his cock began
to lengthen in Brian's ass.

"Oh my god!" Brian shouted. "I can't--are you?--I can't take it--no wait!"

Jack's cock began to thicken around the base and slowly the extra girth
traveled up his shaft and forced Brian's anus open wider and wider.  Brian
began to moan in deep, guttural moans, and without warning the rapid,
delicious suction of his ass-walls was back.

"Takes two to tango," he gasped, and Jack was forced to go along with it as
Brian suddenly maneuvered on his cock, spinning around so that he was
sitting right in Jack's lap. Then he pulled Jack up into a sitting position
and kissed him deeply, firmly, letting their tongues lock and spar as his
ass drained the precum from Jack's balls.

Jack flexed his cock again, feeling it plump up, and soon Brian was moaning
into the kiss again. Quickly, with full frontal access to Brian's cock for
the first time, Jack fumbled one hand down to the boys cock and wrapped his
fingers along Brian's bobbing shaft.

Jack pulled away from the kiss and looked down at what he was
holding. Brian wasn't hung like he was, but the kid had a beautiful and
solid dick flopping around down there. It was at least 8 inches, thick to
boot, with large pumping veins and a velvety foreskin taught around the
brown cock head.

And, astonishingly, Brian's cock was rapidly growing. Jack knew why, too;
Brian was absolutely chugging the precum out of Jack's cock with the
powerful grasp of his ass muscles and the magic was working on the soccer
stud's already hung meat.

"Ugh! I can feel you growing! You're so big!" Brian moaned.  His own cock
was at 9 inches. His muscles had expanded too, just slightly, and Jack felt
the ample ass slamming down on his thick shaft with a newfound urgency. He
felt himself precum even more, as though he was being milked, and he felt
Brian's cock grow harder, longer, and thicker until the boy hit 10 inches.
Neither of them was going to last much longer with Brian's ass picking up
the extra muscle.

"Your ass is so fucking hot," Jack moaned. They began to kiss again, and
Jack pushed Brian onto his back so that he could take back his
advantage. There he hitched Brian's legs up over his shoulders, placing one
hand on the carpet for balance while the other toyed with Brian's nuts.

"I'm gonna cum soon!!" Jack moaned as he nuzzled into Brian's neck. Both of
them were slick with each other's sweat.

"Me too!" Brian groaned in time with Jack's deep thrusts as Jack furiously
jacked him off. Jack had half a mind to try and suck him off while he came
but flashbacks to fucking with Aiden earlier that week stopped him.

Instead he flexed again and felt his cock grow even larger.

Brian grasped Jack's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.  "Cum in me!" he
begged. His eyes were full of lust and desperation.

And jack obliged. He was fucking quick and fast but he slowed down,
switching to long, deep thrusts, and on his third invasion of Brian, as he
pushed into the dark, wet, warm cavern of that perfect ass, he felt himself
start to cum. He couldn't hold out any longer against the powerful massage
Brian was giving him, and he didn't want to. And so he didn't try. With a
gasping groan he pushed all the way in, obliging Brian's sexy neediness,
and let loose a flood of sticky, slick semen.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Brian groaned, feeling the jets of cum push up into his
bowels. "Holy shit!" he clawed at Jack's back, at Jack's ass, but Jack was
in deep and he planned to ride out his orgasm right where he was. And
besides, he could tell Brian loved it. Brian's own cock was jerking and
jizzing in Jack's tight grip between the boys, covering both their chests
and chins with squirt after squirt of teen boy cum.

They kissed until it was over, and eventually Brian unclamped his ass and
let Jack pull out. And, just as Aiden's ass had done after tasting Jack's
cum, Brian's ass closed up right away with little more than a pearly
dribble escaping its thirsty lips.

Jack liked it off and Brian shuddered in the aftershock of his orgasm. For
a minute he just stayed where he was and then, quickly, he sat up and
looked Jack over.

"Damn," he said. "Look at you."

Jack followed the boy's eyes down to his cock, which was well beyond a foot
and as thick as a tube of tennis balls. It was covered in cum.

Jack laughed and swatted at his monster boner as it began to limp up. "I
gotta say, you're a total champ with that ass."

Brian winked. "Works every time."

Jack smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "Let's clean up," he said. He pulled
Brain up and pulled him towards the stairs. It was a battle to see who'd go
first, who would get a light spanking by the person behind him, but
eventually Jack conceded and soon they were behind the bathroom's door.
Then the sound of the shower could be heard and steam rolled out of the
door's crack.

The next sounds were some splashing, a slight moan, and then perhaps the
sound of a slightly louder moan as a monstrous dick began to push back into
an already cum-saturated, begging asshole.

 END

B.  Puddles

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