Jake and Mike trudged home from football practice, kits clinging to their sweat-slicked skin. Jake halted abruptly. 'Mate, I really need the toilet.' Mike shot him a wry grin. 'You need a wee?' 'No, I need to do a poo.' Silence stretched until Jake released a small involuntary grunt. 'Not long now, we'll be back soon,' Mike offered. 'I'm actually doing it right now,' Jake admitted. 'Wait, what do you mean?' Mike pressed. In a strained voice Jake replied, 'I'm doing a poo in my pants.' More grunts followed. Mike caught the earthy scent and spotted the prominent bulge swelling the rear of Jake's shorts. 'It's a big firm one isn't it?' he asked with a cocked brow. Tension crackled; both lads felt their cocks harden instantly, the absurdity turning them horny. They locked eyes, panting, and the walk dissolved into urgent kisses. Jake's ass pressed against Mike's hard length as hands roamed, clothes discarded in a sweaty tangle. Mike dropped to his knees for a hungry blowjob, tongue working while Jake's pussy-adjacent heat dripped with need. They tumbled into the grass, bodies grinding, cum building as they came hard in a wet, dripping explosion of release.
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