Watching the Boys Part 6 - Sex Stories

Watching the Boys Part 6

I laid there in the hot confines of the garage rafters recovering from the ejaculation I had while I watched Jamal and Jonny, a boy I'd fantasized about for so long, get fucked on the washing machine. And the worst part about it is that the boy begged for Jamal to fuck him. My mind swirled with the comments I heard during the fucking. Jamal was going to go after Ben! And his best friend Jonny was going to help him! I grabbed Bryan's suitcase, what I originally came up to get, and dropped it down to the garage floor. I slowly climbed down from my perch, grabbed a rag to clean up the cum that was all over my belly. I pulled up my sweat pants and headed out of the garage. With suitcase in hand, I headed back to the main house. Upon exiting the garage I was immediately overwhelmed at the display of young boy and teen flesh filling the backyard. Ben and Bryan's friends cavorting around the backyard and in the pool. Some boys wore nothing more than Speedos while others were wearing board shorts. As I made my way across the lawn towards the main house, I stayed focused on the sliding glass door so I wouldn't get distracted and start to perv out. I'd just cum watching Jonny get fucked, but I didn't want to risk getting hard again. I finally made it inside the house closing the patio door behind me. "Safe. Head upstairs, drop off Bryan`s suitcase and finish preparing for this weekend's trip." I thought to myself trying to stay focused. I headed upstairs to Bryan's room and made it ...

... to the top of the landing when I spotted the towel. It was the same towel that Jonny had used to cover himself laying in the hallway in front of Jamal`s room further down the hallway. His bedroom door was partially open as I stopped in front of Bryan's room. Bryan's bedroom door was the first door on my right and I was about to enter the room when I heard the distinct sounds of a boy moaning on the other side. I could also hear the muffled sounds of flesh slapping along with a deep voice murmuring in the background. I couldn't make out what was being said. I gently tried the door knob but the it was locked. I could only stand there and imagine who was fucking Bryan in his own bed, making a mess of his Sponge Bob sheets. No doubt it was Uncle Dee. I left the suitcase outside Bryan's door still hearing the low moans of fucking mixed in with an occasional high pitched yelp coming from behind the closed door. Just as I started down the hallway Jonny came out of Jamal's room wearing a pair of white Speedo's that I'd seen Bryan wearing. The sight of him in just those skimpy white Speedo's took my breath away. He was also sporting a nice erection that stretched the material to the limit. His cock angled snuggly to the left in the suit's tight confines, a noticeable wet spot near the head of his penis made the mushroom head clearly visible. The only other thing he was wearing was a big smile across his face as he walked past me like it was a normal thing. "Hi Frank." Jonny said as he ...