“Oh–oh, Billy,” Uncle Tom gasped. His hips suddenly locked in an upward arching heave. “I’m…I’M…”
Seeing his whole outrageous erection being wildly jacked by my own grip, the splendor of his hairy crotch inches from my staring eyes and hearing his cry, I groaned.
My own hips lifted off the chair. We stared at our flexing, rigid monster cocks–at flying hands, a look of disbelief and urgent need on our faces.
“Oh Jesus!”, I cried out, my face turning to his.
Uncle Tom looked surprised, stunned, in awe. He leaned forward, and I did, too. Our lips panted and our wet tongues flew at each other’s. Our fists went wild.
And then we both groaned in sex-crazed agony.
Suddenly we both squeezed, throttling our steaming cocks. Our bodies heaved, our faces distorted in lust. We stared down and two bloated cockheads stared back at us–then went off.
A seizure of sweet joy grabbed my balls.
“Oh FUCK!”
A blast of white fired onto my neck. I stared in thrilled alarm as Uncle Tom’s giant cock fired another across my tits. Our gripping fists pumped out more, the huge cocks bucking in pent-up heat. Jizz flew and splatted, hips jittering about. We panted and gasped. Shocks rifled our pumping balls.
And then we kissed some more, tonguing one another’s lips, jaws, faces.
Shudders filled and wracked our bodies. We fisted out the last of it, the cream hot and thick–dripping from chins, tits, drooling cockheads.
My hips fell back and warmth washed over me. Uncle Tom panted and smiled into my face, reaching lower to fondle my sexy bag. As our bodies again found our chairs, I spread cum all over his huge dick and then played with his furry balls.
Only then did the exhaustion of our rigid muscles demand we stop reaching. I let Uncle Tom be, as his hands left my crotch. We stared down at our jizzed-up bodies. Our cocks looked dazed and dripping.
Unspeaking, Uncle Tom and I reached for our beers, raised our legs and planted our feet back up on the railing. Those lusty minutes felt like whole hours–yet the sun was still mellow, the pine and cedar woods still solemn. Little had changed, while nothing would ever be the same. I heard the crows cawing from the pines.
We swallowed some beer, our breathing returning to normal.
“That was hot, Billy,” Uncle Tom remarked, his voice husky.
“Oh, God, Uncle Tom!”
He took another swig, and so did I.
“We sure came!” he said, looking over at me, panting and smiling.
I smiled back, wiping a glob of cream from my right nipple.
“Nothing quite like warm cum,” I announced.
“It bother you?–having my load all over?”
I looked at him–at the twinkling pearls caught in his chest hair.
“Hell, no,” I said back, “It’s sexy as fuck!”
He raised his bottle and drank.
“Sure is,” Uncle Tom answered, a huge smile on his wide lips. “It sure the fuck is.”