(That asshole, thought Max, who could hear the music. Hes fucking gone to the band instead. In frustration he tried to pound his mates balls, but they were the ones doing the pounding. As Cory jumped and moved around his package swung back and forth in his jocks, the undies whipping Max up like a trampoline, only for his massive cock to come down, slap, and smash him back into his balls. At one stage, during a slow song Max found some relief and came to rest on his mates left nut. However, drenched in sweat as he was, he tried to cling to the ball with his whole body, but he was slipping. As he slid down the side his dick was dragged up, feeling it rub against his friend was humiliating. With a cry of frustration Max slid off the ball and fell back under his junk as the music picked up again, returning to the pounding torture. )
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