Back at the trailer we pulled Zac inside, who was doing his best to try and escape. He might've managed it had it been either just me or Tay, but both of us together could just about keep this flailing twelve-year-old in check. Once inside, Tay closed and locked the trailer's door, and we threw Zac onto his bed. "Arrgh, shit man - you've got my sheets all wet..."

"Shut up, dip-shit," yelled Tay with an evil grin on his face. "What d'you wanna do with him?" Tay asked me.

I just looked at the bedraggled (but cute) mess on the bed and leapt on top of him, tickling him for all I was worth. Tay dragged his blades and shoes off and began tickling his feet as well. Zac was laughing again now, but uncontrollably! The amount this kid squirmed, yelled, giggled and thrashed around had to be seen to be believed. To provide better access to his ticklish rib cage, I pulled his sweater and shirt up over his head, so immobilising his arms. I faltered slightly as I saw the expanse of tanned flesh in front of me, his body without a single hair on it. Shaking it off, my hands dived for his chest and armpits again as I continued to make Zac bag for mercy.

"Dean! Stoppit! DEAN! I'm gonna... I'm gonna piss myself....."

"We can't have you messing your clothes up even more, now, can we?" said Tay, grabbing Zac's belt buckle and pulling his jeans right off while I continued my assault on his upper body. "Hey, Dean..."

"What?" I asked, not turning round.

"Zac must REALLY like this..."

"Huh?" I turned round to see what Tay was on about, and saw Zac's tight briefs tented quite impressively from his crotch. Seeing this, my own dick responding in kind, growing to its now five-and-a-half inch length.

"It's a piss-hardon!" complained Zac, breaking the silence.

"Well, looks like we'll have to do something about it, one way or another," replied Tay. He ran his hand up the inside of Zac's leg, continuing all the way to the top of his cotton-encased dick. Zac groaned and pushed his hips up under me, the tip of his hardon coming into contact with the small of my back. My head was swimming again. Then I felt a hand on my bulge: It was Zac, his cute face looking up at me. I turned round to Tay, for approval more than anything. He looked up at me and smiled sheepishly. "We help each other out sometimes," he explained and pulled Zac's briefs down to his knees, his four-incher standing up defiantly and pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

My attention swung back to Zac himself as I felt my flies being pulled down and a small hand snaking its way inside my jeans. He found my dick and gently manoeuvred it out of my boxers. Once it was out in the open, he grabbed my hips, pulling me towards his mouth. His tongue lapped at my dickhead, sending jolts of ecstasy throughout my entire body. Then he moaned. I looked round to see Tay taking all of Zac into his mouth at once, Zac showing his approval my bucking his hips wildly, trying to fuck Tay's face. Spurred on by this, Zac pulled me even further forward and dived down onto me, the angle we were at causing him to gag slightly.

Once he started breathing through his nose, he immediately began to bob his head madly up and down, matching his hip movements. About twice during this, Zac would suddenly tense for a moment, stopping his bobbing and thrusting. The second time this happened, I realised he was cumming, and probably not actually ejaculating yet. The thought of this sent me over the edge and with very little warning, pumped my pent-up load into his mouth, Zac happily slurping down all I had to give him.

I pulled my softening dick from Zac's mouth and kissed him deeply. He was a bit shocked by this and obviously hadn't done this a lot (if at all) before. He was a very quick learner, though, and soon I was licking my cum from the inside of his mouth.

I suddenly remembered Tay and on turning round, saw him slowly stroking his hard-on that was protruding from the fly of his jeans.

"Hey, don't stop 'cause of me," he grinned. "You two look so sexy..." Just seeing him lounging back with his hard boymeat stuck from his flies caused my dick to stir again. I got off Zac and sat in Tay's lap: facing him with my legs wrapped around his back, our hardons pressing together.

"Stop a moment," said Tay and, leaning back, pushed his hardon into the fly of my jeans and into my boxers, his head running through my pubic hair. I got the idea and did the same. Tay started to grind his hips into me, pulling my head closer to his. Our lips met for the second time and saliva was swapped. The tickling feeling of Tay's pubes against my sensitive uncircumcised dick and the tightness of the pond-soaked denim round my balls sent me over the edge quicker than I expected, and I groaned down Tay's throat, pumping my seed into his underwear. A second later, Tay hugged me even tighter and I felt his dick spasm against me, shortly followed by a warm wetness that slowly trickled round the base of my dick and over my balls.

"I love you, Tay," I whispered into his ear. I climbed off him slowly, savouring the feeling of our sperm-coated dicks slipping past one another, one or two strings of cum trying to prevent them from separating. Tay scooped them up with a finger and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply before sucking it off.

"Woah, shit...." Yelled Zac, whom we'd completely forgotten about. We both looked over at him to see a spurt of clear liquid shoot from his dick. I think we were as surprised as he was! This was shortly followed by a slightly more milky one, and finally one shot of thin boycum.

I leant over to Zac and licked his first load off his chest. It was so sweet and thin, almost like a soft drink. Not wanting to rob Zac of this, I kissed him, allowing his cum to dribble into his mouth. He looked at me with an embarrassed grin on his face, and licked his lips.

"Congratulations, little bro," said Tay. "Just remember, I want some of that next time..."


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