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GREASING THE PISTONS AND LUBING THE RODS...

Ross Barker heard unusual noises coming from the engine room. It sounded like the deckhand Marcus was being attacked by a wild bear. Making Ross' hero scream and squeal. The savage bear was growling and grunting like a heavy diesel engine. Pounding its way upstream on a fast-flowing river.

The then 16-year-old Ross had just finished 5 years of basic nautical schooling. Learning a trade like his father. But after 5 years of education ashore, he absolutely had enough of that. So his father agreed to take him back on board to finish the last 3 years of his training there. Ross wasn't suited for a scholastic life. Or for long stints ashore. No, Ross needed to rome the seven-seas. And have a girl in every port.
However, he knew he still had a lot to learn. Luckily the 23-year-old deckhand Marcus and the 38-year-old second-mate Klaus were there to help him with that.

His stepmother wasn't happy about that at all. Come to think of it, she wasn't happy, period. Ross's mom had just put up his younger half-brother, Justin, ashore with good friends of theirs. She vowed that Justin wasn't going to be homeschooled like Ross. According to Justin's mom, that wasn't the best thing for her son. It's safe to say that Ross didn't have the best relationship with her. She was continually checking up on Ross and correcting his every behavior. The only time when Ross was able to rome the ship freely was when his mother was in the wheelhouse piloting their boat. Like today.

When Ross slyly looked around the edge of the engine room bulkhead, he saw his father, Johnathan Barker, pounding poor old Marcus's butthole. Tugging roughly at his big dick. A large tub of grease stood beside the men. John dipped his hand in it to lube-up Marcus's piston. Jerking the 23-year-old seaman as he fucked the living daylights out the guy. His dad was twice the age of Marcus. But they somehow did look good together to Ross.
Ross had always known that Marcus was oversexed. He continuously made lewd remarks and sexual innuendos. But this? No, nothing had prepared Ross for what he saw his father doing with Marcus in the engine room.

The guy enjoyed this tremendously as he turned his head around to kiss Ross's dad. He got pounded hard by him. And although the seaman yelped at the onslaught, he grinned from ear to ear. Pulling John in tight with both his gloved hands. "Fuck me hard, John... God, I missed you inside my ass... Slam it in!... Take that hole" squealed Marcus horny.
"Oh, fuck yeah... Boy, your ass feels so lovely... If it weren't for the rear admiral upstairs, I would nail your hole every day!" grunted captain Johnathan at his deckhand. Apparently, they had done this before, concluded Ross. Watching the spectacle with an increasing amount of pleasure.

Ross had put his hand down his work pants and rubbed himself lustfully. Intently watching the spectacle he was witnessing.
His jaw dropped to the floor when his father pulled out Marcus's fuck-hole. Ross had never seen the massive and hard dick of his father like this. The glistening veined cock was at least 10-inches, guessed Ross. He shot one massive stream of cum against Marcus's butt and rammed the squirting monster back inside. Pounding the deckhand with meanly sharp thrusts. Pumping the asshole full of his man-juice. John's head was bright red, and the veins in his neck bulged out. He grunted and sighed loudly with every push of his monster through the torn coveralls of Marcus.

John pulled Marcus upright against his chest. Tugging at his meat with the lubed hand. Both men instantly stopped every movement in fright when they saw Ross standing in the doorway, watching them fuck.
Ross had dropped his pants around his ankles and was vigorously jerking himself off. Both Marcus and Ross came at the same time. Looking in shock at each other with wide eyes. Shooting their pent-up cum straight at each other.
Ross pulled his pants up a little and boldly stepped into the engine room. He went straight for the wide-eyed frozen men. Dropped to his knees and kissed the dripping dickhead of Marcus. At the same time caressing the plump balls of his father.

"Jesus, Ross!... What the F..." grunted Marcus, trembling. John looked over Marcus's shoulder down at Ross. The boy took the tender cockhead of Marcus in his mouth. Cleaning the pipe well and sucking every last drop of cum out of it.

"Where the fuck did you learn that boy?..." sighed his father horny. His dick was still locked inside Marcus's clamped cock-hole.

"That's what you get from a boarding-school education. Enough horny dicks around to practice on." grinned Ross. Looking up at the two flabbergasted men gazing down at him. Ross gagged a little. And both his father and Marcus laughed.

"Looks like you need a little more practice, Ross." joked John at his son.

"Oh... God... Yes, please!... This is so much hotter than the girls I have..." Ross instantly stopped talking and bit his tongue. His father gave him a pat on the head.

"It's okay, boy. We understand. Just don't tell your mom..." grinned Marcus. He finally released John's cock from his ass. Ross peered around Marcus's leg at his dad's dick and put it in his hand.

"No!,... That's Marcus's job, boy... You don't want to make him jealous." said John. And Marcus squatted next to Ross and gobbled up John's manhood for a service job. Educating the keenly looking Ross. Taking John's cock deep down his throat. He sucked and licked the nicely veined dick clean. And Ross caressed his dad's fat balls as he got a close-up view of it all. Sounds, smells, and all. Looking at Marcus how he sucked the captain deep down his throat. Learning all he could from his hero.

"Now! ... That's what I call homeschooling!... Shit, you guys are so fucking hot together." sighed Ross horny. John pulled Ross up of the engine room floor and put an arm around his son. He ordered Marcus to blow his boy too.

"Ooh... God... Ah... Yes... Oh, fuck Marcus... Slow down... Fuck it... Shit your good... Your mouth is so warm... Ooh... Ahh... Stop, or I cum!" screamed Ross. Marcus was voraciously bouncing his mouth over the tip of Ross's 8-inch proud cock. Until John pulled Marcus to Ross's balls. Making the dick disappear down Marcus's throat.

"Feed him!" ordered John. "You have deserved this. Lube that throat, Ross... Shoot it inside there."

Ross gasped for air, and when he felt a finger up his bum, he caved. Dumping stream after stream directly down the choking throat.
Ross had cum in a mouth before. But nothing like this. He fucking loved this feeling. Although Marcus sputtered and gagged on the large amount of cum that Ross had fed him. He too, had loved this sailor's boy-semen.
The three of them cleaned up a little and got dressed. Without saying much, the men relished in the pleasure of each other's desires.

Ever since that first encounter, the atmosphere onboard changed for the better. Ross was moved into the forward cabin with Marcus. And Klaus took Ross's bunk. John had made up some cock and bull story to his wife about the reason for that change. But Ross had grabbed the opportunity with both hands.
Not that it led to very much more sex after that. John had been very strict with Marcus about it. He was only to teach the lad with words. Not with actions. The 16-year-old Ross was way too young for that. But every now and then, the captain snuck into the forward cabin to screw Marcus himself. Because he wasn't getting it from his wife anymore. It did not bother them if Ross knew about it either. The boy seemed to enjoy the shows, anyway.

Klaus and John took care of Ross's nautical schooling. And Marcus took care of his other needs. Training Ross in the gym he had constructed behind the forward cabin. Bulking up the boy's muscles. And filling Ross's dirty brain with the stacks of porn he had collected over the years. Keeping Ross's stepmother in the dark of what was really going on with the boys.

For his 17th birthday, John took his good-looking muscular oldest son to get a tattoo and a nipple piercing. Marcus gave Ross a nasty black dildo, some condoms, and a big bottle of lube as a birthday present. Ross wanted to try them out right away. So in the evening, Marcus took Ross's ass hard and deep. Breeding Ross, in the same way, his father always bred the deckhand. Flipping around, he even let Ross do the same to his asshole. The birthday party was complete when even Johnathan joined the boys in the fun they were having. They could go at it undisturbed. Because John's wife went on holiday for a couple of weeks, despite Ross having his birthday.

For his 18th birthday, Marcus had given Ross a razor-sharp custom made Grimsmo knife. Something his mom had always tried to prevent. And Ross's father took him to the red-light district to get him laid. Ross fucked 2 hookers. The first together with his father. The second by himself. But when he came out, Ross had a disappointed look on his face.
"What's wrong, boy?..." asked John. "She didn't want it up the ass either!... Give me a proper ass-fuck any day... Dad, I think I am gay!... These women don't do it for me anymore." sighed Ross frustrated.

"In that case, I think I will take you to my favorite club then. But first, let's get you dressed like a real sailor..." grinned John dirty at his eldest.
Johnathan bought Ross a black duffle coat and a white navy sailors hat as a joke. Ross opened up most of the buttons on his white shirt, exposing his smooth pierced chest. Then he pulled up the collar on the duffle coat and put on the navy cap to complete the look. The muscle stud really looked the part. If you didn't know any better, Ross could have walked off a navy vessel with a 4-day weekend pass.
Late in the afternoon, the Barkers walked into a gay pub for a few beers.

"Hey, Johnny!..." called the bartender over at the men. "Are you back in town?... How is the wife? Is she still... well, you know... in the dark?... And who's this cool looking stud you're with? ... A new fling?"
Without waiting for an order, he pulled two large pints and placed them on the counter in front of the men.

"Hello Ronny,... Good to see you again, buddy! This is Ross. He wants to get his piston greased today. He just turned 18!" answered Johnathan.

"The dungeon is really busy. I am sure your boy will enjoy himself down there." said the gay bartender with a dirty smirk.
"Nah... I want to treat him good... How about you set him up with a few lads upstairs... Give him the run of the place... Let the master teach this pup some new tricks!" grinned John dirty. Ross got a little nervous when he heard his father speak like that.

"Okay, if you think he is ready for that... Why don't you drink up, men! These are on the house if you promise to take me up yours again, captain!" winked Ronny nasty at John.
And to Ross, the bartender said: "Ross,... boy,... go take a look downstairs... See if you find anything you like down there... You'll have a great time tonight. I'll promise you that."

Amazed, Ross looked at his dad and back at Ron, the bartender. With a dirty grin and a semi-hard dick, he walked down to the dungeon. Ross had more of a hop in his step than usual. Promising himself that he would not let this opportunity go to waste. Because he knew he was going to get a homeschooling education tonight.

At the bottom of the stairs to the dungeon, Ross had to stop for a moment. His eyes needed to adjust to the darkness down there. Only a few red lightbulbs illuminated the black walls. The smell of beer, piss, cum, and weed filled his senses. And from the sounds he heard, Ross could make out that the place was packed with horny fuckers. Slurping, moaning, and grunting sounds came from every cramped corridor and the private rooms.
Where ever Ross went he got felt-up and stroked by horny devils. He past men in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Most had their dicks hanging out, ready for action.

Once Ross entered a larger space, he saw a couple of younger men standing around a sling. Using the bound victim in turn. The slave was being pounded in every hole, and both his hands lustfully serviced two more dick's on either side of him. Several more horny basterds were watching the scene, jerking themselves off, awaiting their turn.

A big black daddy walked over to Ross and stood right next to him. Invading Ross's private space without giving it a second thought. The leather bodybuilder was his father's age. But twice as muscular. And that impressed Ross no end. However, at the same time, he was suitably intimidated by the dominant ebony muscle god. Even more so when the man grabbed Ross's hand and made it stroke his shaft over his leather jeans. Ross stood nailed to the ground. Not knowing what he needed to do.

"Hey, Sailor... Or is it Seaman... or do you prefer semen?" joked the man naughty with an intense and dark tone of voice. Making Ross feel the deep rumble of it in his tummy. "Like what you see, boy?" asked the master gruffly. "That could be you, if you play your cards right..."

"No!... no, Sir... I could never do that, Sir... I would need a heck of a lot more training before... " stammered Ross with a tremble in his voice. His gaze fixated at the slave in the sling. His hand was firmly grasping at the monster rod in the leather pants beside him. Ross actually liked the feel of the hot shaft of the master through the thick leather.

"Good answer, boy... This is a great place for some sex-ed..." Laughed the master. "I am Master Tom. And that is my slave Gunter... Take it up a notch boys. Let's show this virgin how it is really done!". The guy fucking Gunter pulled out. And a grungy-looking guy in Leather pants and denim jacket slammed his rod into the slave. Making him Yelp. Even though his throat was roughly being filled by 2 cocks face-fucking the pig simultaneously.

"Jesus!... Gunter must be a ventriloquist, Sir... He can yell with his mouth full of cum..." joked Ross to master Tom. The master laughed vigorously and stuffed Ross's hand down his fly. Ross felt the semi-erect tool grow in his hand. He tried to stroke it. But the thing was so long he could not reach the end of it. Ross stroked the thick phallus as both master Tom and Ross watched the action.

"Those are some damned cool looking leather pants!" sighed Ross, a little too horny at Tom.

"I am glad you like them, boy. I think you would look good in a pair like mine." answered master Tom with a smile.

"Not yours!... Those of the guy screwing your boy. With a zipper from front to back... I do need to get me a pair like that!" replied Ross.

Master Tom got mad at the honest but insulant remark. Ripping the sailor's hand from his cock and out his pants. He pushed Ross to the fucker's rear-end. Making the dude painfully fold over onto Gunter with one mighty mean punch to his lower back. When the man looked angry back at master Tom, Gunter grabbed the asshole in a headlock. Master Tom stood behind Ross. He pulled off his duffle coat and yanked open his jeans. Sliding one hand down the back of it.

Master Tom cut Ross' jeans at the crotch. Letting his ass hang out in the breeze. Pulling it down and cutting it open all the way with an enormous 12-inch flip-knife. Well, the thing looked more like a sword than a knife. Exposing everything Ross's pants were hiding. His 9-inch pipe pointed straight forward at the fuckers hole. With a mean push, master Tom shoved Ross ahead. Forcing all of it into the exposed hole between the leather-clad buttocks. Shocked, Ross looked back to the master. Tom shouted at Ross: "Fuck him!" with an evil tone of voice Ross could not ignore. But he hesitated. Was this really what he wanted?

Master Tom pulled off his studded belt and whipped the lad with it across the ass. "I said, FUCK HIM! Obey me, boy!" screamed the master, angry. The sting on his butt was more significant than the resistance of the lubed ass the fucker was offering Ross. So he launched forward. Making his balls slam hard against the moaning fucker.
"Aww... Ooh... Ouch... Argh" complained the fucker in agony. And Ross started to pump the asshole gently. Again master Tom whipped the belt across Ross's ass several times.
"Is that all you got, boy? I said, FUCK!... Now, have at it... Make the pig squeal, seaman!... Use that hole... Or... Or I will use mine on yours!". Master Tom had moved, and Ross saw the threatening 12-inch by 8-inch girth monster fully erect resting in Gunter's hand. Ross swallowed his pride and railed the fucker's ass as rough as he could.

The bartender and his father watched Ross as he nailed the anonymous gay hard. "Yep,... that's one of your's alright... Look at the lad go!... He is either a seaman or an oil-rig driller..." joked Ronny to captain Johnathan. "Yeah, my boy is ready for it. My deckhand taught him well. A little too well, perhaps. But that's not the question. My question is... Is your ass ready for mine?" said John pushing the bartender to the ground. Ron handed a brown bottle to master Tom. He drenched a black neck scarf in the liquid and tied it around Ross's mouth. Ross struggled a little. But he lost all strength and the will to resist.

The next thing Ross remembered was getting fucked time and time again on a leather bed. Up against a wooden cross. Tied over a fuck bench. Bound in a sling. For hours and hours on end. The nasty fuckers worked his hole. Until master Tom split the lad wide open with his foot-long schlong. The other men had all been wearing condoms. Not so master Tom. He barebacked his new bitch. All Ross could do was watch the onslaught as if he was watching a rude bondage porn movie from a distance. His out-of-body experience ended as Tom bred the lad and made Ross lick his balls clean with all of the 12 inches stuffed deep down the boy's throat. For any normal human being, an impossibility. But Ross somehow managed it. And that pleased the filming and photographing bystanders no end. It went dark for Ross when master Tom shot a second load down his throat.

The next thing Ross remembered was waking up in a grungy back alley. He lay on his duffle coat, and the sailor's cap was hiding the exposed prick. Ross's eyes had to adjust to the bright rays of morning sun hitting his face. His torn clothes lay in a heap beside him. The smelly black scarf was still tied around his neck. But so was a thick chain with a padlock. And all across his peck's, Ross felt the sting of a new tattoo. It matched the tribal tattoo on his arm.

Although he saw his cut jeans laying next to him in a puddle, he did not feel fully naked. Looking down past the sailor's cap, Ross saw that he was wearing the leather jeans with zipper from front to back. The same one Ross had so adored the night before. In the folded-up edge of the sailor's cap, he found his phone. He opened it up. The gallery-app showed the nasty porn photos and videos that were taken with it. He browsed through them in bewilderment.
Ross had gotten homeschooling, alright. Just a shame he could not remember any of it. He put on the sailor's cap and tried to get up. But there was an odd sensation coming from his backdoor. He put his hand down the back and felt something poking out of his ass. Slowly he gripped the nasty feeling thing and pulled it out. One of the fuckers had left a filled rubber straight up his hole. Disgusted, and pleased at the same time, he zipped up the kinky leather pants and put on the coat. He grabbed his wallet and belt from his jeans and left. Heading back for the dock.

"Where the hell have you been?" shouted Marcus, worried. When he saw Ross strolling up the dock toward their ship. "Hurry the fuck up. We are about to leave!" Ross saw that Marcus was about to cast off. And he ran for the ship. Making a long jump, he just in time clambered back on board.

"Why are you leaving so soon?" asked Ross flabbergasted at his mate.

"What do you mean, soon?... You have been gone for 3 days!... And that's not all. When John came back, he nailed me in the wheelhouse. And your mom caught us... She has packed up and left him... Sorry, man..." sighed Marcus, worried. "And what the fuck are you wearing. Did you join the American Navy while you were gone, boy?" Marcus smirked naughtily at Ross in his Leather jeans, Duffle coat, black neck scarf, and sailor's cap.

"Look who's finally decided to show up!" called his father over the intercom. Ross raised an arm and waved at captain John in the wheelhouse. He rushed to him to ask what the fuck was going on. Johnathan just handed Ross a stack of divorce papers his wife had left for him. John had already signed them. "Good riddance." sighed Ross to his dad as he kissed the man on his mouth. "Jesus, boy... your face is crusty from all the dried up cum. Go, wash up!". Ross laughed dirty at his father's remark. He felt the man stroking his leather-clad ass.

"Ooh shit... Dad,... do I have a story to tell you!" said Ross, excited. "That will have to wait!... Go help Marcus, it's only us 3 now. Klause also quit... But I think we can manage for a while. Right, son?" asked his father. "We sure as fuck can, daddy... Your bed is big enough for the 3 of us!" winked Ross as he ran back to Marcus as their ship headed upriver to Berlin with a full load of lumber. Later that day, Ross told the whole story of his homeschooling at the gay club with master Tom. Showing Marcus the metal ball-stretcher clamped around his scrotum, and the padlocked chain around his neck. Marcus rushed to the engine-room to get a set of Allen-keys and a boltcutter to 'free' the boy.

Johnathan had a lengthy phone call with his youngest, Justin. About his mom wanting to divorce him. And without any hesitation, Justin asked if he could move back onboard with Ross and him. Things were not going well for Justin at the foster parents, warned the lad to his father.
From that point on, Justin spent each and every school holiday onboard with his father and his brother. Putting in to practice what he had learned at the nautical school. Giving him the edge over his classmates.
The new second-mate, Tobias, had been a teacher at his school. And he had also taught Ross before him. But the 41-year-old German had always wanted to get back to his previous profession. Combining this job with teaching the boys was a dream come true for him.

When Ross turned 19, he heard that Justin was caught stealing. And when he was 21, his 16-year-old bro was found fucking the siblings of the folks he was staying with. Apparently, Justin was just as gay as the rest of the menfolk onboard their ship. Somehow that came as no surprise to Ross. The nerdy lad had always come across a little queer to him. No one else would have noticed it. But as half-brothers, they had spent enough time together for Ross to see the little things.
Ross sent his bro a picture of his homeschooling years. It was the picture of him choking down on the 12-inches of master Tom. Within seconds Justin sent Ross a dick-pic back. "Here is thinking of you!... Maybe you can teach me a thing or two, bro?... You'll have to hurry, cause dad wants me to go to boarding school!" read the message by the horny photo.

The day they docked, Ross convinced his dad to let him be the one to pick up Justin from their aunt and uncle's place. He raced the 200 miles to pick the lad up. Once he was near, he texted Justin to get ready. As soon as Ross pulled up, Justin waved goodbye to his fuck-buddies. And jumped into the pickup truck with his best friend.
"Get me the hell away from here!" called Justin, and Ross put his foot down. The uncle came running outside to give Johnathan an earful. But he saw that it was Ross who whisked the dirty oversexed Justin away. Honking the horn, Ross stuck an arm out the window to wave back at the man. He made the truck scream away.

During the 200 mile journey back, the boys caught up on current affairs. Talking about their newly discovered similarities. They exchanged dirty looks. Grinning broadly at each other, as they discussed all their life-changing experiences. Justin put a hand on Ross's gear-stick.
"Damn bro,... those are some cool pants. That leather-look fit's you!" sighed Justin, a little horny at the feel of the stiffening dick in the leather pants. The 16-year-old brushed his hair aside and took a long hard look at Ross. Ross took a quick glance back at Justin, and he put an arm around his brother. "Go for it, Justin... Unzip me... Before it bursts out of there..." panted Ross.

Without hesitation, Justin pulled the zipper open. Ross opened his legs a little to give Justin even better access. And the boy dove down over the 9 inches. "Ooh... hell yeah... Suck it, bro... That's nice... Awe... you're doing a great job, boy... Lick it... Oh... Ah... Shit yeah... Suck me, Justin... Fuck this feels so nice!" gasped Ross horny as hell, getting a great blowjob on the German Autobahn.
Ross pulled over at the next Raststätte. The service area was pretty secluded. So the boys had all the privacy they wanted to really get to know each other.

As the boys kissed, Ross stuck a hand down the back of Justin's sweat pants. And Justin gave Ross full access. Moaning lustfully in Ross's mouth as the boys kept kissing passionately. "Ross, if I had known about this, then I would have found a way back on board much sooner!" Justin hugged his half-brother tightly and cried a little.
Ross pulled the lad off the passenger seat and onto his lap. Justin grabbed Ross's 9 inches and guided it to his yearning asshole. With a deep sigh of relieve and pleasure, he sat down on it. Taking the piston as deep as he could. Laying back to Ross's chest, folding the man's hands tight over his body. Ross held his bro close. Wiggling his hips up and down a little. Making his rod bounce inside the hottest ass he had for ages.

"Fucking hell, that... that's so big... Big ass dick... pound that puppy in deep... rip me apart!... Oh god, Ross... Yes!... This is so fucking nice... Take me... Breed me... " yelped Justin incessantly. He had grabbed the steering wheel and rode the piston wildly.

"Sir,... yes, Sir!... Down the hatch... Up the spout... fuck... Oh, Fuck... FUCK... YEAH FUCK... SIR, HERE IS YOUR ORDER... Take it all!... SIR!" screamed Ross. Breeding Justin full of a hot salty load of cream. And Justin rode the wild thrusts up his butt, as if his ship was braving a hurricane.

"Shit Ross!... I feel it... Damn, your juice feels so lovely and hot... " exclaimed Justin. Sliding his ass deep over Ross's rock hard cock. "Fuck, that hot thing is so big..." sighed Justin giving Ross a warm kiss. Ross put an arm around the neck of his bro and let his cock sit inside for a long time. Reaching around, Ross took the 9-inches of his brother in a spit-lubed hand. Edging the boy for edges, before Justin begged Ross for a release. The steering column and windshield got a lube job of the nasty kind.

After they cleaned their shit up, the boys walked outside to stretch their legs a little. Eating and drinking something on the tailgate of the truck. Ross had removed his white dress shirt with black epaulets with the company logo.
"Wow, Ross..." said Justin in shock. Looking at the muscular tattooed torso of his brother. "Marcus really did a great number on you!... Nice muscular body, bro..."
Justin stroked a hand over Ross's cool tattoos. Studying every detail in awe. Deeply in love with the look of his hot brother. Taking the nipple piercing's between two fingers and tugging at them a little. Making the nipple grow hard. Before sucking on it a while.
"FUCK!" exclaimed Justin. "Let's get going, or I will nail your ass right here and now!... Damn Ross... You turn me on... You look so fucking hot!"

The last 100 miles back to the ship, the boys could not stop grinning at each other. Justin was happy that the boys could at least spend 3 weeks together. Cruising the European river system, before he had to report to the hated boarding school.
And Ross was glad his brother would be keeping him company in the forward cabin. It had gotten mighty lonely up there since Marcus had moved in with their father.
Justin got put straight to work when he got back on board. And he did his tasks well. The family worked well together.

Ross taught the nerdy Justin to enjoy the gym equipment. Training the lad's body. Bulking him up a little and teaching him to take care of his physique. So his body could take care of him.
The night before Justin was going to boarding school for 2 years, Ross took his ass one last time. Flip-fucking each other all night long. Greasing their pistons and pumping the rods raw. Giving Justin some much-needed advice on how to survive boarding-school.

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