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And they both ignored Andrew’s hands touching they backs and shoulders, ‘long with Andrew’s own dick, firm as marble and stabbing them both in turn in the meat of they torsos. He was like that, he do that. If’n a feller don’t let him rub his dick on ’em in the locker room or sometimes the shower, he gives ’em bunchesa rodent gigs.
Then Andrew stood upon a stool so’s he could stick his dick in Buck’s armpit. He don’t “fornicate”, so’s he did tht’all the time. He need a way to get his nut off that the Bible don’t forbid. Buck don’t care, cuz he was gonna shower in a minute a’ryway. He ain’t pluss ’bout Andrew fucking his armpit like a pussy. Andrew’ll even swallow a feller’s nut if’n you ax him nice.
Not when Deon was ’round though. Buck wondered if’n Andrew do slurp on Deon’s knob when Buck weren’t ’round. Maybe. Maybe he jerk off all the exterminators and Mistah Taggart too.
I just can’t find a bra that fits!
Me neither! They keep jiggling right out!
Buck’s armpit was soaking wet with sweat from the day’s work, and his side and his tricep was firm with hard muscle. That made a nice warm grotto fer Andrew to ram at, and it filled the already mansweat-soaked locker room with the fragrantly salty odor of Buck’s muscles. The sweat lubed up Andrew’s dick, practically erasing the friction of Buck’s body hair. Andrew humped his dick back and forth in his hairy pit, hands exploring Buck’s chest. His furry pecs and shoulders rippled ‘neath Andrew’s tender touch.
Soon ’nuff, by the time the first feller was introduced on screen, the porn star Wesley Gripes — who Deon said was his other cousin, though Buck was chancy ’bout that, cuz homeboys steady claim lotsa cousins — precum was coming outta Andrew’s pecker and spooging up Buck’s chest and armpit hair. Andrew pulled his dick out to avoid cumming too quick, and he dropped his hands from Buck’s chest to his crotch.
Ooh, you’re so big!
That’s right, bitch. Now suck me off.
Deon laughed when the gals onscreen did the same. “He like that, Wesley, he can tell a female she a bitch and somehow she think it’s a joke. He ain’t jokin’ though,” he said, his cock throbbing moistly in his grip. His pecker looked huge on him cuz he was so small.
Meanwhile, Buck leaned back so’s Andrew could jack him off more easy. Andrew had to bend down and forward to reach, which meant his near-orgasmic dick rubbed upon Buck’s firm back. Andrew stayed as still as he could to avoid cumming too quick. That was hard to do with Buck’s muscles roiling and flexing ‘neath Andrew’s shaft.
So’n it was sortuva race, Andrew trying-a not cum hisself but trying-a make Buck blow his nut. Buck thunk Andrew done nut — it was precum, but Buck ain’t notice that. He was focused upon the blonde and the brunette playing with that homeboy Wesley Gripes’s dingdong, the both them sucking on it loud and moist as waves.
A loud grunt came from Buck, whose chest muscles rippled. His back tensed. Jizz spurted onto his chest, followed by a long flow of it that got all the way up to his face.

From Buck on Bottom