With your eyes closed gripping onto your member you dont realise Dean lowering his feet into the holes either side of you. He rustles around with the straps, his enormous cock pointing proudly upwards, and he beings to pull the sweaty garment up towards his groin. You sense you're moving and quickly open your eyes to see why. You're treated to the view of his muscular ass and well toned legs and chest from inbetween his legs, but your getting closer. The giant grabs his nut sack and lifts it up, revealing to you the sweltering underside thats smooth and shines in the light. You lay back wide eyed as you approach at speed, the light from the room quickly being eclipsed by the giants body as you race faster and faster towards the humid embrace of Dean's balls.
You reach a dull halt as your body is pressed up against the flat valley of ripe flesh between Dean's balls and his ass, the slickness of his unwashed groin lessening your impact with a sickening squelch. You flail your limbs in an attempt to gain some room, and you manage to turn your head to the side so you're no longer pressed face first into the revolting stench of jock crack, but the heavy musk of Dean's sac soon intensifies as he lowers the fleshy orbs back down, sealing you against his underside in a steamy embrace, and no matter how much you try to fight the might of the giants skin and muscles locks you effortlessly in his most intimate of places.
Dean continues to jack off with the top of his cock stretching out of the top of the jock strap unaware of you suffocating in the rich odor he is producing down below. With each sniff of the unknown jock strap he pounds hard and faster jiggling you around, the wet sloshing inside the scrotum behind you reminding you that your going to feel him orgasm all around you. Sweat collects around you in a thick, viscous form that clings to your body like rich suds, the vile essence sticky and slick at the same time and with each pump your body is rubbed into the same slime more vigorously than before.
By now Dean has attached the first jock to his face allowing him to bath in the wonderfull smell of his mates cock and ass, almost feeling the warm, tender thighs rubbing his cheeks as he prepares to lick at the bubbling cock infront of his slickened lips. He watches in his dreams as the cock bulges before spurting its juice over his face. The image pushes Dean over the edge, and with a final burst he shoots his load powerfully into the air with a deafening roar: "Luke!...aahhh" He sighs as his climax slowly fades, his eyes dropping down and falling into a slumber with the musky strap still tied full onto his face.
'Luke?' You think to yourself, always wondering if Dean and Luke were more than just best buddies. The movement around you has stopped, and all that remains is the thick, hot embrace of Dean's upper thighs and the slow dull pulse inside the ball sack. Sensing Dean is asleep, you being to wriggle.
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