Super Jock Shorts - "Tommy's Fortunate Clothing Malfunction "

 

RIP!!!!

Tommy let out a annoyed sigh as his sixth pair of briefs ripped while doing some splits on his bedroom floor, he desperately needed to buy a pair that could withstand his huge ass and thighs. 

"Damon! I need your help in here!" Tommy yelled, hoping that Damon was too busy helping his dad with his own problem. 

"I'll be right there babe, just give me one second." Damon replied back, trying to make sure that he didn't sound too out of breath with his dick deep into Simon's throat. "Hurry up old man, I got to help out Tommy." 

Simon tried to reply, but his mouth was wrapped around Damon's monster cock with an air-tight seal and despite his concern for Tommy finding them in this complicated position, he wanted Damon's spunk like nothing else. So he nodded his head, well as best he could, and turned his suction skills into overdrive, guzzling down loads after sloppy loads in two minutes flat. 

Damon pulled his dick from Simon's wet, dripping mouth and rushed into Tommy's room, forgetting completely that his dick was hanging out of his Hawaiian shorts, like a spit and cum-covered fire hose, wagging in the air as Tommy looked on with glazed over eyes. 

Damon could feel his dick throbbing back to life at the sight of Tommy doing the splits, but the back of his briefs were blown off revealing his pale, lily-white ass cheeks popping through. 

"Damon don't just stand there, come and help me out." Tommy beckoned his best friend over, turning around and gripping the ripped sides of his briefs, trying with frustration to pull them back together. 

"I need your help to pull them back together, just grab both sides and on the count of three, pull toward the middle." 

Damon faltered for a second, but went into action dropping to the ground on his knees and grabbing both sides of Tommy's ripped briefs. When Tommy said "3", Damon ripped the briefs further and pulled them off of Tommy's ass, falling into his animal-like instincts and started to ravage Tommy's bottom. 

"Damon, what are you DOING?!?" Tommy yelled, trying to look back but his face was pressed into the ground, his back arched inwards and his exposed bare bottom high in the air, still doing the splits. 

Damon didn't respond, just went with his horny flow, roughly pushing into Tommy's tight warm hole and bottoming out in him without a hitch. Damon pounded and piledrived Tommy, roughly fucking his best friend more so than when he fucked Simon last night, filling his DILF guts with hot jizz. Tommy's moans and mewls made Damon go harder and faster, unable to stop himself as he quickly reached his fourth orgasm of the day, but this time being the first in Tommy. 

Tommy's dad Simon was a true cock slut and a possessive one at that, not really down for sharing his personal fuck machine. 

Damon came with a muffled roar, biting Tommy's neck and absolutely leaving a mark behind, his dick pumping a gallon of spunk deep into Tommy's hole. Damon didn't regret it, knowing that Simon would be greedily slurping his load out of Tommy's ass while he slept, then would spit swap it with him. 

THE END

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