Fanboys

"They had quite a bit of pressure in their balls," Frank said and laughed. Indeed, Walter's face was almost completely covered with sperm.

The group of guys had done a hell of a job. Walter reached for a towel to wipe the mess off his face. For the rest he wanted to take a shower. But before he could go, the boys wanted his number.

"You've got yourself a few new fans there."

Walter didn't really want to give out his contact information, but Frank took that decision from him. He wrote Walter's number on a piece of paper and gave it to them. The boys thanked him and jumped the fence again, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. "What was that about why did you just give them my number?" Walter was visibly pissed.

"Well it would be much too bad if this was the last time you got your pretty face smirched. But let's go in and wash you first, and then you can show me what else you can do with that device."

Still a little angry, Walter agreed and started walking back into the house. Frank followed suit but had trouble focusing on anything other than his best friend's now pretty alluring bubble butt.

Damn, dat ass... No, wait. That is still my best bud in there. And a married man at that! But I wonder how that ass would wobble during sex... the perverted thought crossed Frank's mind.