We grabbed each other’s cocks, too, when Juan and Poppa did theirs–Juan latching onto Steve’s, and Poppa reaching out to take on Juan’s.
“Oh golly,” Jeb whispered. “Look at that!”
“Fuck!” Tom swore, pumping my super-charged, teen boner faster.
They jacked their skin-blessed, silky-sheathed, vein-bloated, monster cocks, letting their naked cum-sacs smack below, the sound a meaty slapping–my Poppa’s hairy rocks colliding against Juan’s suede-skinned bag–their big hands whorishly fisting each other to climax.
The sight and sounds–their slogging scrotums, their moans and curses–made the three of us fist one another in sync with them, our tongues lolling out, our eyes glazing over.
Poppa Steve’s rugged face only got more handsome as he panted and swore. “Oh fuck–oh fuck! I’m close, man! Jesus!”
“So am I,” Juan’s knees were caving, his quadriceps bulging. He suddenly reached out and pinched one of Steve’s thick nipples.
“UHHHHHHhhhhngggghhh! Juannnn!”
My own rocket launched along with Poppa’s. His steamy cum volcanoed out his glassy-smooth, wild-eyed, skin dome like a firehose, splashing Juan’s lust-bloated tits.
I gasped and spasmed as Tom pumped furiously, my jetstream jizzing the bush, the leaves of it rustling, my knees wobbling, my body all lust-wracked and writhing.
“FUCCCCKKKKKKkkkkk!” Juan’s eyes flew open when Poppa reached under to pull his ropey-skinned balls while squeezing below Juan’s open-mouthed cockhead. Rich cum sizzled up his love-rocket, roping through the air, dousing Poppa’s manly chest, matting his dense curls and dripping off each thumb-sized tit.
For what felt like whole minutes, Tom and Jeb flexed into wild, contorted, doubled-over ecstasy–trying like hell not to shout out their pleasure–as I double-fisted their muscular cocks, watching the erratic spews coat my legs and cock and balls.
Unlike us–who recovered almost immediately–Poppa and Juan’s orgasmic thrills buckled their knees, made them collapse together, my Steve’s jizz-coated, hairy tits smearing Juan’s shiny, beefy pecs as they spasmed out the last of their loads and fell into a tongue-hot, fevered kiss, washing their entire jaws, even biting their chins, little shudders continuing to rifle through their panting physiques.
“C’mon!” I said, a bit too loudly.
But before we saw Poppa suddenly break off that sexy kiss and jerk his face toward the window, we were running like mad through the fireflies towards the house.