The three b o y s on KP are already clearing tables and picking up trash, packing up the morning food stuff, and preparing for lunch. Xnxx “Banshee ?” asks Mrs. Nine shots of heavy jock goo go blasting into his ass. I start. “Matthew—Matthew–what’s that fuckin noise”? Dustin just flashes a big ear to ear smile—damm, that’s one horny
b o y. I think I was the only one to notice though. “Racing quad—pro–Yamaha Banshee. It didn’t take long before I felt my thighs and abs tighten up. Rolling over on my back I light us up both a smoke. Now the taste of ass slime, jizz, and strawberry flavored lube lingered in my mouth. I walk back outside for a smoke, and finally after about 10 more minutes, Dustin and Johnny come walking out. We hardly ever spoke when we ‘did it’, like most of the guys . We spend the next couple of hours just walking around camp, pointing out and explaining more stuff to the Abernathy’s. I turn back to the table and ask “Bath house, anyone ?” Mr. Finally spent, and still holding his head down to my pubes, I then cut loose a powerful stream of steaming jock piss, filling his belly.
