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Tony rammed himself in to the hilt and jetted his load into the blond Tarzan impaled on his cock. Pumped dry, the naked Space Marine let his weight settle down onto the blond stud's muscular torso. Tony felt a breeze ruffle his hair and cool his sweat-damp back, felt soft grass under his knees and elbows, felt Aerick's chest shift under his own as both men panted. After a moment, Tony straightened his arms, raised chest and shoulders, and looked down at the blond native.
Aerick grinned back up at Tony. "How'd it go, stud?"
"Great. Real great. Most fun I've had so far, touring this planet of yours. But . . . it's different, going into you by this route."
"First time?" asked the blond youth.
"No, but . . ." Tony turned his head to his left. His native guide, wide-shouldered, lean-hipped Jer, was fucking Aerick's teammate, Steff. ". . . but not like . . ."
As Tony and Aerick watched, Jer thrust harder, suddenly went rigid, every muscle straining. Steff met Jer's thrust, clamped his legs around Jer's waist, locked their bodies together. The two men stayed rigid for a minute, another, then slowly relaxed.
Tony looked down at Aerick again. "Jer's been taking me around this planet of yours, and with everybody naked all the time, and all you guys built good, and long-pronged, and -- and ready and willing . . . anyway, he's taught me every other way it's possible to fuck and suck."
"Yah." The blond youth grinned again; he curled his hips up against Tony, then relaxed with a sigh. "We fit t'gether nice and snug, like this. Plow another row?"
"Sure, sure, but lemme reload first." Tony took a deep breath, let it out slowly. "Want I should pull out, or should I . . . ?"
". . . stay plugged in? Yah, leave it inside me; I'll last longer, spiked on your prong like this."
"Okay." Tony lowered his chest onto the naked blond, eased his shaft deeper into Aerick, and grinned. "We sure oughta fit good; you must of measured my prong a half-dozen times before you reamed out this hole in the roots of where your cock used to be."
Tony raised his head, surveyed the playing field around him. About thirty pairs of naked young men lay on the grass, their muscular bodies locked together, some fucking briskly, others chatting quietly between rounds. Several long, low buildings surrounded the arena, half-hidden by now-empty spectator's stands.
Tony looked to his left again. Jer, still mounted on Steff, was catching his breath; Steff, impaled still on Jer's prong, squirmed his muscular frame, relaxed, and turned his head to meet Tony's gaze. Steff squirmed again, smiled at Tony, then looked up at Jer and asked, "Ever prong a guy like this before?"
"Not this way, no. I've fucked plenty of guys; and they've fucked me plenty of times -- pairs, three-ways, the works. I've watched a couple of studs get pronged like this, but that's not the same as actually doing it. The angle's different, so we fit together better, and inside your body -- where my prong's going in -- that's different too: wetter, not as soft. Exciting, yeah. More fun, too." Jer glanced at Tony. "The trouble is that I keep wondering how it'd feel if I ream myself out like you did, and then get Tony to fuck me the way he just fucked Aerick."
Aerick laughed, then said, "You gotta find a stud who can take your place, guiding this hard-fucking Space Marine around this planet of ours. Then, if you're still wondering, try him out."
Tony said, "Uh . . . Aerick, you were going to tell me how you and Steff wound up like . . ." Tony thrust his prong in deep, pulled back, thrust again, felt warm wetness dribble onto his balls again. ". . . like this, but when I got up to full speed . . ."
"Yah, you really took off, 'specially when you quit worrying about hurting me. That was a good, hard fuck, but it sure interrupted what I was going to say. While you reload, I'll finish telling you how Steff and me -- along with the rest of our quick-ball team -- reaped ourselves out. First: you know the game this tournament's built 'round?"
"Quick-ball?" Tony nodded. "I've played it. Jer and me . . . we got into a few pick-up games, just a bunch of guys fooling 'round. Nothing serious like -- like this tournament. To me, quick-ball's kinda like a mix of basketball and soccer . . . confusing at first; but it's a fun, fast game. Thing I didn't understand, though: the winning team has to suck off the losers' cocks, instead of . . . of the other way 'round, the way I thought it'd be."
"Yah; after a game, losers always feed winners," Aerick explained. "Informal games, like the ones you played, the winners just get a few shots of ball-juice. Serious matches, when we weed extra studs out of a team, or when we challenge another town's team, that's when the winning team gets a real meal: some of the losers cook their balls and prongs and then feed 'em to the winners. How many studs cook themselves and how they do it, that 'pends on the final score and what they 'greed to 'forehand."
Steff said, "In a tournament, instead of settling up after each match, the teams wait'll the last game's over. When the refs post the standings, the top-ranking team gets the prongs and balls of all twelve guys on the team that ranks last; second- high team gets the prongs and balls of six guys on the team that comes in second from the bottom; third-highest team, four set of prongs and balls from the third-up-from-the-bottom team; and the team coming in fourth-high gets prongs and balls of two guys from the team who comes in fourth-lowest.
"Well," said Aerick, "that's the way it's s'posed to work, with all eight towns in the shire sending teams in. But Upper Falls decided to forfeit this time 'round: they'd put together a real good team this season, but the team was training up on the Crest, and their four best players got too close to a suck vine that nobody knew was there. Know how those things reap out studs?"
Tony nodded. "Yeah. Jer took me though a zoo, one with animals and plants. It's just a couple of klicks from where our spaceship landed. We ran into a couple of Space Patrolmen from our ship. They were looking at a suck-vine and getting hard- ons while their guide told them how it -- how did you say it? -- reaped guys out. Jer and I were stiffening up too, and their guide already had a nice, long hard-on. The Patrolmen asked questions and sounded interested, so their guide said he'd show them how the thing worked. He strolled over to the vine; close enough so it could take him -- and of course it did. We watched a tendril find the end of his -- his prong. And as it went on in, he told us what he felt it doing inside his cock-tube, sliding on down, deeper and deeper, sliding past his balls, past the hilt of his cock, and on into him, where it began spreading out and taking root.
"About two minutes after the tendril went in, the guide pumped out a nice, long shot of ball-juice to the suck-vine; and a minute after that, he came again, feeding the vine with an even bigger load. The guide told us the tendril was working on his semen-making organs, down in the roots of his prong, fixing them so he could feed the vine with load after load of ball-juice and blood, coming over and over again for hours until the plant sucked him dry.
"That got those two Space Patrolmen even more interested. They claimed they just wanted to watch up close, but when the vine reached for them with more tendrils, they let it take them." Tony squirmed as he felt his own prong stiffening inside Aerick. "After they'd come a few times, they insisted that it's a great way to go, feeding the vine like that. But that just wasn't my kind of orbit, so Jer and I watched a few more minutes, and then he took me through the rest of the zoo."
"Yah, if you get close enough, a suck vine'll take you, and once it's taken root, . . ." said the young Tarzan. "Anyway, Upper Falls realized that there wasn't enough time to get the team ready again, and -- if they did go in like that, the team would be almost sure to come in last, and if that happened, they'd have to start a new team from seed next season. Instead, Upper Falls decided to forfeit, so we got a bite to eat before our first game . . ." Aerick licked his lips and grinned. ". . . but at the end of the tournament . . ."
"Forfeit . . . ?" asked Tony.
"Yah. The night before the Tournament started, Upper Falls sent a volunteer to feed his prong and balls to each of the seven teams still in the Tournament. That cost Upper Falls only seven studs, 'stead of a twelve-man team. We reaped a good row then: the stud who reported to us was hung nice and heavy." Aerick licked his lips again. "But with seven teams playing, one team had to plow out dead center, fourth from the top, fourth from the bottom; and when the tournament was over, that's where we were: twelve hungry, hot-balled, long-pronged muscle-studs with nothing to plant and less to pick.
"The top team and the bottom team got together right away; the second lowest and the third lowest teams had to decide who to send to the second high and third high teams and how they wanted to be cooked. And there we sat, left on the bush. We hadn't played well enough to win anybody's balls, and we hadn't played badly enough to lose any of ours.
So, while we were sitting there, thinking, Arn jumps up and growls, `The way I fucked up those rebounds, I oughta roast my balls and give you fuckers a taste.'
"Well, that snapped us up real quick, 'specially when Big Jax got up slow and easy, pulling on his shaft and saying, `We came out fourth from the bottom, which means two of us oughta get eaten. So, I'll put my balls over the fire along with yours.'
"Steff stood up next. Team captain, hung real heavy. Well, he was then. Anyway, he got up, kinda weighed his balls with his right hand, and said, `Any of you guys want to roast your meat, I'll roast mine with yours.'
"Rest of us just sat there for a few secs, kind of 'viding up six balls and three prongs in our heads, till Kinny -- our youngest, but a real hot-balled studling -- upped and said, `Okay, I'll cook my balls too.'
"And with that, we were all up and talking. Steff waited till we started to run down, and then he yelled, `Okay!'
"We all shut up.
" `You guys all real hungry for roast balls?'
"We all licked our lips and nodded.
" `And you're all hungry enough to stick your own balls into the oven so we'll each other to eat?'
"We nodded again.
" `Everybody? Okay; let's get ready t' plow. Zandry, go pick up some pain-stop and hard-on pills. Jax -- big Jax, that is -- you and Kinny get our gear together.'
"And we were off and plowing. We all helped pack, so our gear was ready to ship back home when Zandry came back with the hard-on pills, which we took right then. Steff sent Zandry back for the pain-stop pills, which he'd forgotten. Mickel went to tell Coach what we were gonna do. Steff sent me to work things out with the studs in cooking school; and of course, they were real happy to hear what we wanted to do, 'specially seeing my prong all the way up and rock-hard. Y' see, a cooking school, like this one here, has to have lots of live meat to practice on. They can use studs who've already been gelded, yah; but what they really need are prongs and balls to work on. Some students get reaped during the course: you fail an exam, or spoil whoever you're cooking during a practice session, and your balls go into the fire next." Aerick turned to his teammate.
Steff said, "Games -- especially Tournaments -- provide plenty of sex-meat, sure; but it's mostly in batches: six guys boiling their organs in oil, or a twelve-man team roasting themselves together. It's the odd side bet between coaches or among spectators, along with the studs that the refs get as their fees -- those give the student cooks the variety they need. So, when they heard twelve well-hung studs were planning to get cooked, all in different ways, those cook-studs really laid out a feast for us, flavored with all the fresh ball-cream we could suck out of the students' prongs. And when they ran dry, we took each other off until we ran dry."
Aerick took up the story: "That was last night. Come this morning, we all felt eager to go and, at the same time, kind of scared. Zandry passed out the pain-stop pills --"
"Pain-stop pills?" asked Tony.
"Yah," said Aerick. "Some studs'll try to show off by going without, or just taking a half dose. Our team -- we may be crazy enough to roast our balls, but we're not crazy enough to try it without any protection. The hard-on pills from last night were good for a couple more days, which was longer than we needed. Then Steff and me, we kinda herded the team in the right direction, so nobody got lost 'long the way. Inside, a cook-stud ent squirted turpentine on our crotches and balls, and we passed a lighted torch from hand to hand, flash-burning away all the hair down there. Farther in, we smelled stud-meat cooking. We all stopped at a grill and got a quick breakfast of fresh, grilled liver. The rest of the team went ahead while Steff and I chatted with the stud whose liver we were eating. He had real good --"
"But how . . . ?" Tony asked.
"Yah, yah; he'd been gutted," chuckled the blond Tarzan, "but as long as it's done careful, clamping off veins and stuff and leaving the heart and lungs alone, you can walk around for hours like that. Anyway, he had real good, hard chest muscles; and Steff got to talking with him 'bout his exercise routine. By the time the two of us went on, some studs on our team were already cooking themselves.
"We saw Garth standing with his hands on his hips, looking down at his organs, which he'd stuck into a glass oven on a corner of a crotch-high table, with 'lectric wires glowing underneath and on the sides. He said the heat was just starting to roast his shaft. And then we found Rowl watching his organs being wrapped in a sheet of dough by one of the cooking students. Rowl said his meat would come out of the oven inside a kind of bread-crust, 'stead of bare, like Garth's.
"When we caught up with Taver, he had just finished winding a wire 'round his prong and his balls. Taver's cooking stud 'vited Steff and me to wire up our meat too, but Steff said he wanted to look 'round some more first. We watched Taver turn on the current, saw the wire start glowing, smelled him starting to cook, and then we went on.
"Kinny was looking kind of lost when we found him. Steff put his arm 'round the kid's shoulders, and they went off together. I'd been hoping to pair off with Steff; he's the heaviest-balled stud on our team -- well, he was -- and that's saying a lot. Anyway, I stopped to watch Zandry, who was deep-frying his organs in a pot with a notch in the side that fitted tight 'round the hilt of his shaft. Zandry was taking it easy, but the cooking student -- a little stud, hung nice and heavy -- was checking his cookbook and the timer and the thermometer every few seconds while Zandry watched his prong and his balls sizzle.
"Big Jax and a ref were roasting their balls and shafts over a crotch-high bowl of hot coals while they talked 'bout the fifth game. I kind of wanted to roast mine with them, but I wasn't about to listen to anything more 'bout that game, so I kept on going.
"I stopped to talk with Kendar, who had tucked his prong and his balls into a glass-topped press, 'long with some batter; and now the press was slowly crushing and baking Kendar's organs into a meat-pancake. The cooking student had loaded the batter with spices, judging by how it smelled. He said the other press was cooking a stud from the Valley -- some kind of side bet -- but the Valley stud was almost done, so if I didn't mind waiting, I could go into the press next. I thanked the student and told him I wanted to look 'round some more.
"Farther on, I heard two familiar voices arguing: Mickel and Little Jax. I found those two with a student cook, standing by a hand-cranked meat-grinder, with a hot plate and a frying pan close by. Mickel and Little Jax had agreed to grind up their organs and fry 'em together, but now Mickel was playing maybe- maybe, and Little Jax wanted get on with it.
"I know how to handle Mickel, though: I just patted him on the butt and whispered, `Scared?'
"Mickel growled at me, took a couple deep breaths, marched to the grinder, and grabbed the handle. He took another deep breath, stuck his cock into the meat-grinder, and started cranking, slow and easy, till he'd ground his cock right down to the hilt, with just a little wiggle when the blades took his balls. Little Jax nosed his glans into the meat-grinder next, and gelded himself just as smoothly as Mickel had. I wanted to run my shaft through the grinder too, but the cooking student said he didn't have enough spices for three sets of organs, 'specially ones as big as ours.
"Farther on, I stopped to chat with Straptow, a big, sturdy East Ford woodsman I know. His balls and his shaft were still smoking hot from the oven he'd roasted 'em in, and two young studs were on their knees, one on each side, waiting for his prong to cool. He told me he'd lost a side bet with them on the Tournament, and after the four of us talked about that for a while, one of the young studs lowered his head and carefully bit off half of Straptow's glans. Then the other stud bit off the other half. And bite by bite, taking turns, they ate Straptow's freshly roasted prong right down to the base. They offered to let the big woodsman eat his own balls, but he insisted the two studs had won 'em both, fair and square. They finally compromised: they fed him one ball and then he watched them eat his other one.
" 'Round the next corner, I found a cooking student painting napalm onto a red-haired stud's 'quipment. Uh -- napalm's a kind of thick, sticky --"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Tony. "Jellied gasoline, basically, but --"
"Yah?" The blond Tarzan chuckled, then said, "Prongs taste better when if you use jellied turpentine, 'stead of stuff you get out of the ground. Anyway, Arn was there too; he's another stud from our team: big shoulders, real good chest muscles. His organs were already napalmed and burning, so he was watching from a safe distance. When the red-head finished getting napalmed, he trotted over and set his organs on fire by touching his glans to Arn's.
"And then, while we watched the flames take the red-head's prong, Arn said, `Looks pretty fuckin' wild, don't it?'
" `Yah, yah,' I said. `Does it feel as wild as it looks?'
" `Not too fuckin' bad so far," Arn said, "but the thinner the napalm gets, the more heat gets through to my prong, and what's left is burning harder and harder, so . . .' I watched Arn and the red-head burn till Arn looked up and growled, `Now the heat's really getting the fuck through, and I'm pretty sure my prong's already starting to cook.' Then he grinned and said, `Hey, let's go see how the fuck Coach's reapin' himself out by now. When I lit my prong from his, he said he was real sure his meat was cooking.'
"The four of us -- Arn and me, the red-head and the cooking student -- caught up with Coach -- our coach, that is -- in time to see the last of the napalm burn away, leaving his meat looking good and smelling better. He was talking with the ref I saw roast his organs over hot coals with Big Jax. NorthLea team's coach showed up next. He said he'd deep-fried his shaft and balls, and they smelled almost as good as Coach's.
"Coach explained how he'd made a side bet with the NorthLea coach 'bout whether our team would end up above -- or below -- the middle of the standings. `The original stakes were who'd fuck and who'd get fucked; but when we came out dead middle . . . anyway, the ref here overheard us talking about the bet and deciding whether to swap across or null out.' "
Tony asked, "Which means -- what?"
"That 'pends on the original bet," said Aerick. "You're 'sposed to decide that 'forehand. If a bet comes out as a tie and the stakes are just a round of sex, studs'll usually swap across; each one takes the other off. But eating -- or getting eaten -- that's plowing a row two fields over and three down.
"The ref chuckled, and said, `I saw these two muscle-heads arguing, so I told 'em to stiffen up and show me what they had. When they did, I got hard too; we're a near-perfect, three-way match. Then I admitted my calls weren't so good of late, and they both admitted they weren't as sharp as they used to be, so I suggested a three-way, and all of a sudden we were arguing over how to get cooked. Rather'n compromise, each of us chose how to cook himself, and now we're going to eat each other.'
"Each of those three sat down astride a leg of a Y-shaped bench, facing the middle, each man holding a knife and fork. Each cut off the glans of the stud on his right, while own glans was being chopped off by the stud on his left. When they finished eating that, each man cut off and ate a chunk of his own shaft; Next, each man cut a chunk off the stud on his left . . . and so on till they finished off their prongs and then their balls.
"Taver showed up then; he'd finished wire-roasting his organs, and he and Arn were going to eat each other's organs. Arn's shaft was just starting to sizzle inside the flames, but I didn't stay.
"A few paces away, I found Rowl and Zandry stretched out in a sixty-nine. Uh -- that's where --"
"Yeah, I know." Tony thrust deeper into the blond youth with his own stiff prong. "Me and Jer -- he's been showing me -- lots of positions."
"Anyway, rather'n sucking cock, they were eating cock. I watched them for a moment; they stopped between bites to say `Hi,' and then I went on. Big Jax and Kinny, I found sitting astride a bench, facing each other, each one eating the other stud's prong, chunk by chunk, with knife and fork. So all of a sudden, I realized that if Kinny was here, then Steff . . .
"And just as sudden, I felt a big hand grab my shoulder; and there Steff was, asking, `Where y' been, guy?' "
Steff took up the story: "Aerick said, `Checking on the team,' and then he told me everything he'd seen since we'd split -- how our guys had cooked themselves, and who was eating whom, and so on. Then he asked me what I'd been doing.
"I told him how I talked young Kinny into roasting himself over the coals with Big Jax. Mickel and Little Jax are sharing their organs, which they'd ground up and then fried, with Garth, who roasted his whole in a glass oven, and with Kendar, who flattened and baked his into a pancake.
"Then I asked Aerick, `Seen anything you'd really like to try?' Well, he hadn't, so I said, `Wanta try the steamer? Kid running it says it's slow, but it cooks real tender. Take a look?' "
"Steff started that grin of his," Aerick said, "and that got me smiling back . . . and we were off, Steff leading and me right behind. 'Long the way, we saw Arn again, and we stopped to chat. His fire was just about burned out, and his prong was coming out nice and brown. Steff and I watched Arn kneel at Taver's feet and bite into Taver's glans. The red-haired stud who had lit his shaft from Arn's was there too, with flames swirling around his organs. Byorn, a kid from our town, showed up; he'd won the red-head's organs with a side bet, and now Byorn was looking more worried than the red-head -- he told us this was his first time, getting to eat somebody's balls, and he wanted to do it right. The red-head offered to show Byorn how to get eaten, which got Arn to laughing so hard he almost choked on a mouthful of Taver's shaft.
"The 'quipment Steff led me to was a glass box mounted on a crotch-high pillar, with valves and dials running down the sides. A curly-haired cooking student waiting there said `Hi' to Steff, shook hands with me, said `I'm Tem,' and opened the top of the glass box.
"With Tem explaining how to do it, Steff and I settled our shaft-hilts into the notches, with our balls and shafts inside the box. Tem closed the top, which clamped the notches 'round our prong-hilts nice and tight.
"Tem asked, `Did Steff tell you what this'll do to your meat?'
"I said, `Yah; it's s'posed to steam-cook our 'quipment real tender -- right?'
" `You got it,' Tem said, and licked his lips. Then he knelt and started doing things to the valves on the side of the pillar. Steff and I heard a hiss and saw steam swirling into the box and 'round our shafts -- kind of warm and wet at first, but getting hotter. After a few minutes, we couldn't see the steam -- it got as clear as -- as air, but we sure felt it.
"While we watched our organs cook, Steff and I -- we talked: 'bout the other studs on the team and how they'd cooked themselves; 'bout feeling the heat sink into our own shafts and balls, feeling the heat slowly cook us alive. We even talked, just a little, 'bout that fifth game. Tem watched the dials; mostly he kept us company without saying much. My balls -- as the steam cooked 'em, I felt a dull, hot ache stab me in the guts, then slowly fade. I felt my prong get hotter and hotter, felt the heat go in deeper and deeper -- but that pain faded too -- not cooling off, but not -- I dunno. Ya gotta try it sometime."
Tony shivered; the blond Tarzan chuckled, then said, "That get to ya? You're real hard again." Aerick squirmed his naked torso against Tony's and tightened his arms around Tony's chest. Tony responded with a slow thrust, then another.
Taking up the tale, Steff said, "After that, we really couldn't feel ourselves cook, except down where the notches gripped the hilts of our shafts. Eventually, we smelled fresh- cooked meat -- ours, of course -- and a little after that, Tem checked his dials one last time, turned a couple of valves, and popped open the glass box. Steam whooshed out, with lots more fresh-meat smell, and we were done.
"Tem showed us a pad on the floor, and we stretched out on it, head to cock. Soon's we'd cooled off some, we started on each other. I took Aerick's glans in my mouth, and he took mine. We kind of nibbled for a moment before he chomped down hard and bit off my glans, and then I bit off his. We raised our heads, grinned at each other, and started chewing."
Aerick said, "Tem was right: you come out of a steam-cooker real tender, even your prong. Tem looked kind of hungry, so after we'd eaten about half-way down each other's prongs, Steff and I lay back and 'vited him to have some. Tem bit off a chunk of my shaft and a chunk of Steff's. Then, while he was chewing on our meat, Steff ate the rest of my prong and I ate the rest of his.
"When Steff bit into the base of my prong, I really felt him eat me, eating me alive, eating me raw. At the same time, I was biting into raw meat at the base of his prong, and he was squirming hard, 'cause he felt me eat him." Aerick thrust upward with his hips, impaling himself deeper on Tony's shaft; Tony thrust, pulled back, slid his prong all the way into the muscular blond.
Steff said, "After that, we caught our breath and talked a bit before we ate each other's balls. Even with your nuts cooked clear through so you really don't feel anything, it gets to you -- watching a guy eat your balls, especially when you're eating his."
Aerick took a deep breath as Tony rammed himself into Aerick again. "Anyway, that was a real good reap, eating Steff's organs, even though -- or maybe -- 'specially because Steff was eating mine at the same time." Aerick and Tony turned to the naked pair alongside; Tony saw that Jer was fucking Steff again, pumping slow and easy. Aerick asked, "Who do you think made out best, Steff?"
As he met Jer's next thrust, Steff frowned thoughtfully. "I dunno, guy. I got to eat your prong, which was our team's biggest, that's f'sure; but you ate my balls, and they were big, mighty big."
"Yah?" The muscular blond licked his lips and grinned, then turned from Steff and looked up at Tony. Aerick squirmed happily as the naked Space Patrolman slid himself deeper and said, "Anyway, that's how our whole team reaped each other out. But Steff and I -- we started late and steaming's slow and we took our time, eating each other. When we did finish, we went looking for the rest of our team. We'd planned to go through the vivisection line all together, but we didn't find them there."
Steff said, "We did find the NorthLea coach and the ref. They were gutting each other, with a cooking student telling them how, and three more cook-studs trying to help but mostly just getting in the way. One of the cooking students had already gutted our coach -- not all the way, of course -- and he was just about to go feet-first into an oven and get roasted alive from the waist down. He told us the rest of our team had gone out here to get fucked, and that's where we caught up with them."
Said Tony, "And here's where you found us, and talked us into fucking the two of you -- well, Jer was already interested, and after I got a hard-on, then . . ."
"Yah," said the blond Tarzan as he pulled Tony closer. "Your prong fills me up good and tight. It feels good and hard, too; like you're reloaded and ready for another round."
"I sure am; let's fuck!"
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