Ronan Enters The Milk Shed Bator Club!
The time has finally come! After a couple of days hanging out with Gary, feeling another man’s big cock and hanging balls for the first time, edging with his new buddy to build up their desperate need, the two men arrive at the Milk Shed ready to pleasure their penises with the gathered men from near and far.
Excerpt from The Milk Shed – Part 16
The heavy swinging of my tight scrotum trapped below the lower cuff of flexible rubbery silicone added a little ache to the rocking, like a counterweight increasing the pleasure with the rhythm of his movements.
My eyes fell drowsily on the mess of males and their exposed cocks ahead of us, my gaze catching the smirking face of a short and slim naked man with a scruffy beard and a tightly muscled and sparsely haired torso, watching us intently and masturbating on his own. His leather boots were firmly planted and parted, his knees a little bent as though offering his scrotum to me, his open muscular thighs furry and bulging with effort.
He was performing for me, wanting me to watch him.
His right pec swelled with the rhythm of his masturbating, his bicep flexing while he slowly slipped his hand up and down, his abs bunched and bisected by a line of dark fur leading upward. His penis was slim and long, pointing upward almost against his stomach and displaying a ribbed pillar of muscle on the underside. His balls swung heavily below his milking fist, attached to the vascular rib of his shaft with a saggy sail of reddish pink skin. Bushy and dark pubes peeked out from either side of his upward length while he slowly worked on himself and paused to finger the gooey tip, his dark eyes below a thick brow solely fixed on me and my new friend while we pulled on each other’s pipes.
The exhibitionism of our shared act suddenly combined with the pleasure of my friend’s hand rubbing along my tool, and the joy of feeling Gary’s veiny tube in my hot fist.
I was lost, and I knew I couldn’t hold back for a moment longer.
No matter how hard I could have tried – even if I’d asked my friend to stop his stroking – I was beyond regaining any control. My cock bulged in Gary’s snug grip, a flush of pleasure raced through my taint and expanded outward, bursting with potential that immediately hooked me and set me on the path of completion.
I stared at the young man perhaps fifteen feet ahead of us, a can in his left hand and his solid inches in the other. In an almost pleading tone and to anyone who was near I announced, “I’m gonna cum,”
The young man was sympathetic, even though he probably couldn’t have heard my words. He seemed to know I was moments from gushing.
“Again, Mister Hanton, I’m just doing my job,” the cop repeated, watching the man in front of him slowly playing with the supple mass of pink flesh in his grip. “As soon as you’ve ejaculated, we can all go about our evening,”
