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Sergei Istomin sat right next to the railing, looking at the sunset.
Porokhov soon stood up, and, taking a bottle of vodka in his hands, walked unsteadily towards his friend.
The light of the evening sky was visible.
Ivan, rolling up the sleeves of his work dress, plopped down next to her.
The silence did not last long.
— Gray…
— M?
— Seryoga.
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— What?
— Sergey.
—What do you want from me, tell me in human terms!
—But nothing,” Ivan giggled drunkenly, sticking his hands behind the railing , - your name is beautiful.
A minute of silence.
— And you yourself are fine...
Sergei blinked and stared blankly at his friend. Ivan, seeing his friend’s astonished face, burst out laughing.
“Okay,” he exhaled and extended his hand, trying to take the bottle from the sailor, “you’ve had enough for today.”
But Porokhov, unexpectedly quickly for a drunk ass man, grabbed Gray’s hand and pulled him towards himself so that he fell on him. And, without wasting time, he was sucked into the general roar of applause and greasy jokes, holding the bottle with one hand and the kicking friend with the other.
About half a minute later, Gray stopped resisting, gradually going limp in the strong embrace of the blond.
When Ivan loosened his grip on the sailor’s carcass, but did not relax his vigilance, Istomin pulled away sharply, leaning back with both hands on the deck and greedily gasping for air. His dazed eyes finally looked at his friend.
I think no one has ever sobered up as quickly as Gray did at that moment.
—What are you doing...
But his reaction failed him again: he opened his mouth when Vanya grabbed him under the ass and lifted him up as if Istomin weighed nothing. At that moment, Seryoga realized the danger of his situation. He began to try to push Ivan away from him, for which he received a slap on the ass. Then the sailor, apparently, finally resigned himself to his fate and, grabbing his friend by the blond curls, pulled him towards him.
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Ivan himself was placed on a narrow bed, bent over, so he simply laid Gray on the floor and covered it with his body on top. He unfastened the heavy belt, pressing biting kisses into Sergei’s lips.
Glancing briefly into his friend’s eyes and seeing genuine fear in them, Vanya slowed down and smiled encouragingly (as it seemed to him):
— Don’t piss, we’re not the only ones. You know it yourself,” Porokhov said contentedly, pulling off his friend’s pants, “not once...
— Stop the fucker, huh? - Gray grumbled, no longer knowing what to do with himself from embarrassment.
He looked at his boner in disbelief.
Ivan kissed his friend’s neck, stroking his erect penis with a stake.
—Spread your legs, Seryozh. “Ivan knew perfectly well what kind of trigger this phrase would be for the sailor, and was amused by his reaction.
The reaction was immediate. At the same second, Ivan received a powerful push to the chest with his heel. The second blow was intercepted.
— If you fuck, fuck silently.
Ivan sharply removed his hand from his friend’s face and lowered it lower, running rough fingers over the skin. The tip of his tongue drew a wet line, tracing the ribs, and slid back up again. The areas of the skin wet from saliva felt unpleasantly cold, which is why the person lying there sometimes shivered.
“As you wish, Comrade Istomin,” Porokhov grinned, flashing his blue eyes.
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He bit the skin below the rib. Lightly, leaving a barely noticeable mark, but it sent a small shiver through the body. Sergei did not remember any of the girls biting him. They weren’t trying to dominate.
This situation was completely different. Now they pressed him imperiously and imposed these gentle caresses on him, that he felt something in him begin to change, as if he was gradually melting.
He was forced to emerge from this abyss of thoughts by calloused hands, which had already gone down to the elastic band on pants, stroking his lower abdomen.
Sergei groaned more from surprise than from pain when Porokhov’s fingers were already stretching his hole.
Without ceremony, he began to rub Vaseline over the sailor’s entrance. Then Gray felt the head of a huge penis push into him. Istomin clenched his teeth in pain until they crunched, but his shaft became harder as the head entered inside his ass.
Finally, Seryoga screamed dully into his hand and jumped off the penis, still lying under Ivan.
Then he tried to relax again, and Vanya took this as a signal to try to insert again. This time he was able to insert not only the head into the narrow passage, but also a couple of centimeters of the trunk. From the pain, Gray had flies flying before his eyes.
Gradually the pain began to fade into the background, and the sailor felt the huge body of the blond, pressing him to the cold floor from behind.
The realization that he was lying under his best friend , whom he had known since childhood and with whom he had gone through everything, gave him goosebumps.
Ivan, meanwhile, grabbed a pillow from the first bed he came across and placed it under Gray’s ass so that it protruded upward. Porokhov bit him on the shoulder while he inserted his penis all the way.
— Slow down! Me... Your mother! Vanya, slow down!
Ivan waited patiently for a minute and began to fuck Gray for real. Sergei was lying on his stomach when Porokhov lifted his face by the chin:
- Why so sad? — there was obvious mockery in his voice.
— The dick he sucked was tasteless. Take it easy, you’ll tear it!
Ivan drove his dick into Istomin’s ass so deeply and with such force that it seemed that just a little more and Gray’s teeth would fly out. While fucking, the sailor continued to bite and spank him.
Sergei did not know what to grab onto, his body moved back and forth in time with the thrusts at breakneck speed, and whore’s screams mixed with groans of pain were heard throughout the cruiser.
Gray came down unexpectedly for himself. After a couple of minutes of blissful languor, the pain returned to his ass with double force.
— Stop. Stop, Yves... And... - Seryoga tried to pronounce his friend’s name several times, but kept breaking down into a groan.
Istomin tried to get up, but under the weight of Porokhov he fell back.
Then suddenly he got hard again: the guy felt Ivan’s penis rubbing something inside him.
The tremors became much slower, but sharper and stronger. Porokhov suddenly abruptly pulled out his penis and quickly turned Istomin on his back, again driving his penis to the base. As expected, a scream was heard underneath him, followed by a painful hiss. Seryoga grabbed Porokhov’s bare back with his hands, burying his face in his shoulder.
Sergei moaned quietly and threw his head back, enjoying the organ sliding inside him.
Breaking the kiss, Ivan made a couple of quick thrusts, hissing slightly as the fingers on his back dug into the skin with short nails.
Having made himself more comfortable, Vanya moved forward, entering all the way inside . The movements became fast and violent again, making the sailor below feel as if he was about to be pierced through. His already loud moans turned either into screams or into prolonged moaning and whining. Ivan didn’t remember seeing his friend so open and loud before; this utterly depraved appearance awakened something animal in him, and this gave him even more strength. At some point the pleasure became too much and it stressed Sergei. With trembling hands, he grabbed his comrade’s hips, trying to slow him down, but he pressed his wrists back to the floor and continued to pound into his body. My lower back was already aching unpleasantly from pain. The awkwardness of the position and Ivan’s persistence were breaking him.
The sailor felt himself approaching the end, but the hand caressing him immediately disappeared, returning back to his waist. This made him exhale in disappointment and reach his hand to his crotch, but it was quickly removed, not allowing him to touch himself. The movements also stopped for a moment, and the penis practically came out, leaving only the head inside. Vaseline was again in the blond’s hand, with which he instantly lubricated the shaft.
When Istomin wanted to object, the sailor suddenly leaned forward, pushing his penis into him to the base and again pulling his hips back to repeat movement. This sharpness made Sergei arch his body, screaming loudly. Thanks to the oil, the organ slid perfectly inside him, sometimes hitting the point that made him almost lose his voice from moaning.
After a couple more of these thrusts, Sergei could not stand it and, with a large shudder, came.
Ivan came next, leaning on his full weight and unconsciously grabbing his shoulder with his teeth.
They lay there in silence for a couple more seconds, recovering from the orgasm and bringing their breathing back to normal, until Istomin began to struggle under the large body.
—Get off, you dumbass, you’re heavy.
Porokhov, muttering something incomprehensible, rolled off his friend.
Sery tried to sit up, but his face grimaced from the stinging pain in the lower back and sperm smeared between the thighs.
However, something will happen with physical pain. How to deal with mental pain when they are surrounded by fellow jokers? Well, our brave sailors will somehow solve this issue.
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Inspired by a topic here
On knee from a friend, but she also made her contribution))
Forgive us, Seryozha, if you can, the blonde in the photo is too cute : smile340:
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За украденную фотку ещё раз прости
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