Marty’s fresh cum zoomed out of the spasming pisshole on his cockhead, landing on the fence just two inches short of the target.
“Your turn, Trev.”
I took my place, planting my feet on the same clump of grass Marty had vacated. I wasn’t self-conscious. Marty had, beat-off already. He came right after Ernie.,I was third man at bat. I took my bat in hand and started to thump it.
“That’s not fair’,” Ernie whined. “He should stand back a couple of yards.”
Ernie was a fucking sore loser. He was mad because when he jerked his joint, his jizz just sorta fizzled out to the grass at his feet. My jock wasn’t a couple of yards longer than Ernie’s. Maybe just
about six inches longer. Shit, I was horny. I whacked off hard and I wasn’t thinking about fucking target in front of me. My jock reared up rigid.