He moves his hand in front of his slit to catch...
Teen wolf stink torture (imported 24-07-19)
Chapter 15
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pridefultiny
Stiles was gasping out thrashing. He couldn't believe Scott would put him through this knowingly. All he was to his best friend was added stimulation as he ferociously jerked himself off. Pre-cum was coating his whole body as well as Scott's hand as the giant captor slid his palm up and down gripping tightly. Stiles could hear grunts and moans coming from Scott's throat and knew that he'd forever remember the sound of his lifelong buddy getting off. His body ached as he was beaten endlessly against the hot flesh. Each time Scott's fist lifted to the head, Stiles could see his giant best friend's glistening torso and chest all the way up to the scruff on his neck. Scott was still leaning back so Stiles couldn't even try to get his attention by showing his distress. The repeated motion started to slow and Stiles' head was pressed right into the slit before another globule of cum seeped out and covering his helpless face. Stiles began choking on the fluid even more as his vision was obscured by the sticky white substance. He felt the hand around him loosen it's grip and he stuck to it as it pulled away from the throbbing meat. He began to desperately wipe his face of the foul substance.
Scott knew he was just about ready to blow and his body began to react out of habit. He let go of his aching cock and formed a cup with his already messy hand, He moved the palm right in front and below the flaring head of his dick before using his other hand to grip the flexing shaft and continue to stroke himself to climax. He panted out before he let out a throaty groan. "oh fuck, Oh Fuck, OH FUCK!" He could feel it coming on as his legs shook with excitement. He finally opened his eyes and looked down to see the show. As his eyes focused he realized he completely forgot about his friendly passenger who was now coughing and wiping his face which was perfectly positioned in front of his spasming slit.
As Stiles wiped the cum out of his burning eyes and coughed the cum out of his burning lungs he finally gasped in air and opened his eyes only to see the massive red cockhead of Scott flaring in his face. It swelled up with each flex as the aching dick throbbed repeatedly. He could see the slit beginning to open, revealing a tunnel down the center. A new level of fear filled Stiles as he looked up to see the eyes of his best friend turning down towards him. He could see Scott's panting face that was flushed with sweat right before the eyes fixated on him and they made intense eye contact. It was like they had done millions of times before where they could share thoughts with just a gaze. Scott could see the panic in Stiles' eyes and Stiles could see the mix of pleasure and regret plastered across Scott's face as they both realized what was about to happen.
Scott knew he was far past the point of no return and his eyebrows furled as he tried to say sorry. His mouth opened but all that could come out was a guttural moan that turned into a drawn out sigh "GGGGRRROOOOOOaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh." His eyes uncontrollably rolled back in his head making him lose sight of what was happening, as fresh jizz started spilling out into his waiting palm. His other hand continued jerking back and forth against his shaft as it flexed over and over again with each shot of semen. All Scott could focus on was finishing his orgasm as he grunted out with each spurt of cum. He could feel his cupped hand began to overflow with his load and hoped that Stiles was fairing alright.
Stiles saw Scott's jaw drop and knew it was happening as he heard the deep moan that signaled the end. He couldn't stop his own scream that was drowned out by the noises from his best friend as a sick foretelling of what was about to happen to him. Stiles looked at the gaping slit just in time to see a wave of white juice come spurting out. It launched out like a cannon and hit Stiles right in the stomach. All the air in his body was pushed out. His mouth opened wide as he gasped out for air, another blast spurted out immediately after, this time however it hit him square in the face. Stiles couldn't stop his body from guzzling down the hot fluid as it tried to find oxygen. His chest and head were covered in the viscous fluid but it hardly ended there as more and more began shooting into him, covering his entire body in the gravy-like, sticky fluid. He was being crushed by the weight of the hot liquid and began to lose sense of which direction was up, much like what happens to people buried in an avalanche.
Scott milked out the last few drops as his eyes focused again. He could no longer see Stiles who was buried under the puddle of hot cum. Scott panted as he tried to catch his breath while he came down from the intense orgasm. He looked at his palm closer and couldn't see any movement or sign that Stiles was even there. "I wonder if he escaped in time?" Scott thought as he remembered that he didn't actually see Stiles get caught in his orgasm.
Scott knew he was just about ready to blow and his body began to react out of habit. He let go of his aching cock and formed a cup with his already messy hand, He moved the palm right in front and below the flaring head of his dick before using his other hand to grip the flexing shaft and continue to stroke himself to climax. He panted out before he let out a throaty groan. "oh fuck, Oh Fuck, OH FUCK!" He could feel it coming on as his legs shook with excitement. He finally opened his eyes and looked down to see the show. As his eyes focused he realized he completely forgot about his friendly passenger who was now coughing and wiping his face which was perfectly positioned in front of his spasming slit.
As Stiles wiped the cum out of his burning eyes and coughed the cum out of his burning lungs he finally gasped in air and opened his eyes only to see the massive red cockhead of Scott flaring in his face. It swelled up with each flex as the aching dick throbbed repeatedly. He could see the slit beginning to open, revealing a tunnel down the center. A new level of fear filled Stiles as he looked up to see the eyes of his best friend turning down towards him. He could see Scott's panting face that was flushed with sweat right before the eyes fixated on him and they made intense eye contact. It was like they had done millions of times before where they could share thoughts with just a gaze. Scott could see the panic in Stiles' eyes and Stiles could see the mix of pleasure and regret plastered across Scott's face as they both realized what was about to happen.
Scott knew he was far past the point of no return and his eyebrows furled as he tried to say sorry. His mouth opened but all that could come out was a guttural moan that turned into a drawn out sigh "GGGGRRROOOOOOaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh." His eyes uncontrollably rolled back in his head making him lose sight of what was happening, as fresh jizz started spilling out into his waiting palm. His other hand continued jerking back and forth against his shaft as it flexed over and over again with each shot of semen. All Scott could focus on was finishing his orgasm as he grunted out with each spurt of cum. He could feel his cupped hand began to overflow with his load and hoped that Stiles was fairing alright.
Stiles saw Scott's jaw drop and knew it was happening as he heard the deep moan that signaled the end. He couldn't stop his own scream that was drowned out by the noises from his best friend as a sick foretelling of what was about to happen to him. Stiles looked at the gaping slit just in time to see a wave of white juice come spurting out. It launched out like a cannon and hit Stiles right in the stomach. All the air in his body was pushed out. His mouth opened wide as he gasped out for air, another blast spurted out immediately after, this time however it hit him square in the face. Stiles couldn't stop his body from guzzling down the hot fluid as it tried to find oxygen. His chest and head were covered in the viscous fluid but it hardly ended there as more and more began shooting into him, covering his entire body in the gravy-like, sticky fluid. He was being crushed by the weight of the hot liquid and began to lose sense of which direction was up, much like what happens to people buried in an avalanche.
Scott milked out the last few drops as his eyes focused again. He could no longer see Stiles who was buried under the puddle of hot cum. Scott panted as he tried to catch his breath while he came down from the intense orgasm. He looked at his palm closer and couldn't see any movement or sign that Stiles was even there. "I wonder if he escaped in time?" Scott thought as he remembered that he didn't actually see Stiles get caught in his orgasm.
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