Teen Studs on Campus (Part 3) - Sex Stories

Teen Studs on Campus (Part 3)

Saturday, October 15. In the early hours of the morning, as J.J. and Aaron sleep, their teenage balls work overtime to produce hundreds of millions of fresh sperm cells to replace all of the human genetic material that was so recklessly spewed out the night before. Twisting, wriggling, gyrating, the newly created gametes steadily swell the growing volume of genetic sludge that fills the musky nut pouches of both of our youthful studs, a thick, slimy white sea of DNA that must be released with another series of ejaculations...

Aaron’s pecker wakes up before he does. When he opens his eyes late that morning, there’s his stiffened, throbbing wang, bulging blue veins pulsing up and down the length of the purple tipped alabaster shaft, balls drawn tightly up underneath. Naked except for his backwards baseball cap, he doesn’t bother to put anything else on before crawling out of bed and making his way to the kitchen, his yearning prick tugging him forward insistently. I’m starving! he thinks to himself. Reaching the kitchen, he finds a box of cupcakes conveniently sitting on the counter; looking in the fridge, he finds a bottle of orange juice. “Yo, dude…” J.J.’s voice startles him; still with his throbbing boner, he turns around and sees an equally naked, equally erect J.J. standing at the entrance to the kitchen. “I’m gonna get a quick shower and after you get yours, we can go to breakfast…hopefully we can get back before Steve shows up…” the older stud informs him, his rigid ...

... pecker throbbing visibly; neither cousin is embarrassed by the other’s nakedness or raging morning wood. “Cool, dude! I’ll just hang out and watch TV while you’re showering!” Aaron agrees, turning around to pour himself a glass of orange juice. “Yo! Don’t use all the hot water!” he calls out over his shoulder as J.J. pads down the hall to the bathroom…

“Holy shit! Cool!” Aaron murmurs, his eyes opening wide as he watches the reddened spray of the warrior’s blood and brains leap across the TV screen, his skull shattered into fragments by the vicious, swinging blow of the mace. What makes the scene doubly cool is that the mace is wielded by the hands of a beautiful, big titted blonde warrior woman. Now in his underwear, the stud sits on the living room sofa, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table, watching TV while waiting for J.J. to finish his shower. The Amazons cable series is giving him a fresh boner; he can’t deny that the sight of scantily clad, big boobed warrior girls slaughtering hundreds of men is exciting and his bulging briefs can barely contain his yearning, stiffened one-eyed worm. The teen cranks the volume on the remote, relishing the loud male cries of agony as the Amazons carve a deep and bloody path through the ranks of their opponents. The action has just reached a crescendo, with the Amazon princess butchering five male warriors in rapid succession, when Aaron hears the water in the bathroom stop running; almost time for him to get his own shower ...