It's a gusher!

Sally moaned, her voice was low and urgent. "Ah yes. Yes. Oh Billy, yes, you asskissing motherfucking rock star!"

Peter fumbled the condom packet, dropping it between Billy Royce's knees. He reached down quickly, brushing the back of his hand against Billy's heavy balls.

Billy growled. "Grrrryeah!"

Peter's cock jumped again. "Ahhh. AH!" he cried out, spurting tracks of pearly semen across Billy's balls, ass, and cock root.

"Ha-ha, it's a gusher!" Billy said. "Guess I've got to go it alone."

"God I'm so sorry!" Peter blurted out. "I just lost it."

Peter felt the glow of climax wash over him, and a few more shots traced across Billy's smooth, hairless skin.

Billy laughed. "Happens sometimes," he said. Billy paused and looked round at Peter. "Hey, no worries, I've been that guy too."

"Do me, Billy," Sally urged. "Get that big cock moving inside."

"'Scuse me, Peter," Billy said. "Got a date with your hot mama."

Sally's voice rose in appreciation as Billy Royce worked up into a rhythm. Peter stayed in place, kneeling behind Billy Royce's buttocks as the rock star fucked Peter's mother.

Sally cursed out her arousal with joyous maledictions. "Yes! You cockbottoming motherfucking sex beast," she said. "Yes, Billy, yes, bang me with that baseball bat!"

Peter's penis twitched, swelling quickly toward another erection as he watched Billy operate from inches away. He ripped open the condom packet and rolled the rubber down his shaft. He grabbed a towel and wiped his cum from Billy's ass as the rock star kept fucking away.

"What's up, Peter?" Billy asked.

"I'm, me, I'm hard again," Peter said.

Billy laughed. "Well, hell, then c'mon, join the party!" he said. He thrust deep into Sally, paused, and bent forward, reaching back to spread his buttocks.