As roached Oxnard, I couldn’t help but notice Sean’s growing bulge in his cargo shorts. He was having a four-way versation with Dave and Jonnie in front, and Mike to my left. When I looked up from my slouched position, still jamming to my own tunes, Sean would be talking to the other dudes, but would occasionally look at me, smile, and then look directly down at my long hard bulging cock. Apparently my wood was giving Sean wood. I shifted my leg directly o his and pressed it lightly o his leg. From that point further, Sea less time talking and more time gawking. Within ten minutes of light leg frotting, I could begin to see a small dark wet patch of what I assume re-cum f on the leg of Sean’s cargos. God this was gonna be a fun trip….

We were headed up to Moo, near Santa Barbara to meet up with Brian, the sixth and last member of our appropriately monikered “sextet” for this “Camp Bro-Fo” Easter weekend all-dude outdoor adventure. Brian’s attendance was crucial for two very important reasons. The first and most important reason was due to the fact that we would be using his parents’ huge, luxury RV as a base for our bromo-erotic camping adventures. I’m all fhing it in the woods with a bunch of hot dudes, but having a virtual house-on-wheels” makes it all the more enjoyable. The RV would be like “Groural”, ag as a place to cook, up, sleep, and relax with all the creature forts of home (almost), including a very spacious and well equipped bathroom for an RV.

rd cock ……and me, pounding that same stone hard coto his tight as fuck jock-dude frat-boy ass without a drop of alcohol within a mile from his lips. The only thing his lips were on were me….and my cod the only thing Sean could have gotten drunk on would have been all the cum he had guzzled, out of my blasting cod cum-filled balls. He was obviously in as deep a state of denial as his BFF, my brother Jonnie was. I ’t tell you how many times I’ve seen him pounding Jonnie like he was his own personal bitch-boy. I couldn’t wait to get to the camp grounds ahe liquor flowing…. Liquor flowi cocks a blowing….I pushed Mike to the left as Sean hopped into the back of the SUV, right behind Jonnie. More “Bro-greetings” were exged as we headed back towards the free way. My cock was still rock hard and stayed that way as I realized that I officially was the “meat” in a hot-as-fuck “Bro-fo sandwich” ….. Right there in the back seat of my own older bro-fo’s SUV for the 2 hours……lucky me……..

This would e in very handy in the ‘cumming’ days ahead….. (Pun intended). The sed reason that Brian was integral to this latest adventure was because his involvement wouldn’t make me the “odd-dude-out”. Brian’s a walki dream. Out of all of Dave’s frat brothers, besides my main dude-crush Ryan, Brian has been the one frat-brother of Dave’s I’ve really liked the most. He’s really a funny, nice, hot-as-fuck dude with a ripped, muscular torso, aremely mase face, an absofulutely beautiful and mouth-watering cock, and a chiseled, muscular jock-boy bubble-butt that drives me crazy. Unfortunately, he is yet another “closet case” with the requisite beard of a full-time girlfriend, macho-talking, We’re gon married someday and have lots of kids” speech down pat, just like the rest of them, and an insatiable craving for jock-boy cod ass….I couldn’t wait to get to Moo and then caravan up the mountains past Ojai tular campground spot we have frequented several times befht on Lake Cahuma. I could picture the tall, hot, frat-dude Brian, down on his knees, sug my dick…..and then beggio fuck him, in my mind as we climbed over the Camarillo pass and headed due north towards Ventura. My cock was throbbing………..

本章尚未完结,请点击下一页继续阅读---->>>