The Skate Park—ER

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The Skate Park—ERThe Skate Park—ERMatthew ?———-Matthew?——wake up Matthew ! Wake the fuck up !!“what the fuck are you yelling at “ ? I asked the question with no idea yet whom I was talking to—or even where I was. “hey dudes—he’s awake” a familiar voice shouted. Several people, including a few in all white came into my room. Wait—this wasn’t my room. “OK what the fuck is going on”? Calmly Mr. Dillon—and watch your language please. You are in the ER.“What” ? “You took a fall at the skate park—you’ve been unconsious for 3 days. We have been very worried” “What ? Skate park ? Shit—you mean Im not the Crown Prince anymore “? Laughter filled the room, and I blushed. I quickly realized that I had been dreaming about being a prince—and for 3 fuckin days ??? “I would like everyone to clear the room please—and let me have a few moments with Matthew to check him out” Must have been the doc, so everyone begin to filter out. Dustin said he would call mom and tell her I was OK. “So Matthew—Prince “? I kinda laughed a bit and explained that I guess I had dreamed of being the Crown Prince of a very nice kingdom with lots of loyal subjects that truly loved me. The doc replied “must have been really good” and nodded towards my mid-section. I eased up just a bit and looked down towards my waiste, and only then noticed I was sporting a full blow bonner, easily visable through the thin white sheets of the hospital bed. I kinda blushed again, bursa escort and the doc said not to worry, it was normal from anistisia . The doc said looks like I would be Ok—took a nasty blow to the head, but they got me stitched up, and now I have a new battle scar. Said I should get some rest—and come out of my daze gradually. I asked the doc to send my bro Dustin back in to sit with me and he said OK.Dustin came in and dimmed the lights, and settled into the mostly uncomfortable chair in the room and we just kinda chatted about nothing for a while. He commented also about my roaring bonner, and I replied I guess it was never going away. He kinda grinned and offered that maybe it just needed some help. I grinned back at him and said that would be great.Dustin jumped from the chair and ran across the room to lock the door. He came back to my bed, with his pants already shed, and climbed in beside me. He wasted no time in diving his head under the sheet and going str8 down on my massive cock. In one gulp, lil bro swallowed my entire 10” of pulsating meat. I guess the doc knew what he was talking about when he said the anistisia really bones you up—and I had been out for three days ? This was going to be epic !Dustin ran my cock to the very back of his throat. Up and down, slowly, with lots of spit—just the way I liked it. Each time he crowned at the top of my head, he would make a cricle with his tongue into my piss slit. Playing with my low bursa escort bayan hanging balls, and tickling the hairs around them, and down between my crack, Dustins’ throat felt like the best pussy on the planet. He begin to rub a couple of fingers gently up and down my ass crack, while not missing a beat on burying my cock into his throat. I placed my hand on the back of his head, and begin to apply pressure to it, while now fucking his mouth as he maintained his up and down sucking. His tounge never stopped moving, and he begin to make loud slurpping noises, and suddenly stuck his middle finger up into may asshole. Dustins hands had now grown to be almost as big as mine—with that middle finger coming in at about 7 1/2” from his wrist.I spread my thighs just a bit, totally emersed now in Dustins pro like qualities of his service. He now progressed to two fingers in my ass, and begin to protrude them almost vilolently. I spread my legs more, and now grabbed his head with both hands, and started fucking his throat like a teenagers first piece. Dustin then slammed three fingers into my ass, and with the full force of his entire arm begin to assult my ass like he was trying to fist me. I rolled my head back into the oversised pillow, and with a low groan from the throat, gave one final lunge into Dustins mouth, and then it happened. I exploded with rope after rope of my thick jizz straight into his throat, hitting the back, and I assume escort bursa right down to his belly. I counted 11 shots of my massive load, and lil bro swallowed every drop. He had removed his hand from my ass, and was now stroking out his own now impressive dick—squeezing the head hard, making it ooz fuck juice. He stayed on my dick, even after I had finished shooting. I look him right in the eye, and grinned, and asked him if he wanted “it”. He grinned, and nodded his head up and down, so I cut loose, sending a strong rapid stream of my super hot piss straight to his belly. Again, he swallowed every drop. He finally came off my dick, and layed back beside me on the bed, still pulling on his own rather large dick. His head was swollen like a dog—turning purple, and then he did the same. Dustin shot rope after rope of thick creamy boi-juice across his chest and shoulders. I was completely amazed, and proud of my lil bro. He was rapidily taking after me, in almost every aspect .We lay there for a few moments in silence, and then Dustin asked me “Matthew—what’s your most prized possession”? “Huh ‘? I replied sheepishly. “I mean, is it your jeep—your dirt bike—skateboard—trophies”? I turned towards him, and turned his head towards me. I ran my tongue into his mouth, and probed it deep, sucking on his tongue for a minute. I then came off, and smiled at him. “Bro—YOU are my most prized possession” He just kinda glared at me, not saying anything. He curled up closer to me, and begin to fall asleep. I eased out of the bed to go unlock the door, and then came back and slipped him back into his jeans, I cuddled back up to my lil bro, and fell off to sleep myself.

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