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I needed cum all over my body, in my bumcrack and in my mouth. I needed all of my sex openings covered in pearly cum. And so I set out to get a fresh infusion of hot young spunk. We were walking through the golf course near our homes, when the greenkeeper appeared, waving his fist and shouting at us.
We ran as fast as we could and plunged into the stand of bush at the edge of the course. He thought we were stealing golf balls probably, though they weren't the balls we were interested in.
We charged down through the trees and long grass, and dropped down into knee deep grass and wriggled behind a fallen tree.
The greenkeeper blundered through the undergrowth and passed a few feet away. We heard him cursing and muttering as he worked through the thicket and then began making his way back to the golf course.

"Bloody teenagers," we heard him mutter and we began to laugh silently out of relief, looking at each other and smiling.
My friend looked at me questioningly.
"As good as anywhere else," I whispered, though there was no-one else to hear us.
He rubbed his crotch, and the fabric of his cotton shorts revealed his growing hard-on.
I was already stiff, my cock thrusting at my Y-fronts and shorts.
I looked towards his crotch and nodded and he pulled the leg of his shorts aside and his cock sprang into view.
It still wasn't fully erect and the shaft was thicker than his knob. His brown pubic hair cosseted his balls. and I edged closer.

My cock was trying to burst out of my pants and a wet patch was starting to spread on my grey shorts.
I ran my fingers across his cock, curling them around and starting to massage him erect.
He stiffened under my stroking and I fondled his balls, and his pubes which were sweaty with the exertion of outrunning the greenkeeper.
I leant forward and took his knob in my mouth and sucked him, running my tongue into his hole and savouring the salty pre-cum.
I pulled back and took my pants off, my cock happy to be freed of the restricting fabric, a bubble of transparent pre-cum forming.
I rolled his pants off and we lay there, looking at each other's naked groins.
His cock had stiffened completely, becoming more slender as it did, though his knob was still narrower than his shaft; might be good for butt-fucking I thought.
My cock was harder than steel, the big hooded knob standing proud.

We rolled together and I ground my cock into his crotch, his wiry hair exciting me, and adding edge to the experience.
He turned on to his back and I straddled him and we sucked each other, me trying my best not to cum.
But he was almost immediately at the point of no return, and he muttered: "I'm going to come."
I rolled off him and lay beside him, licking his knob and pre-cum and stroking his shaft as he groaned and moaned quietly.
And then his balls contracted, his belly started to heave and he shot a stream of thick, pearly spunk on to his belly and into his belly-button.
I rubbed my fingers through it, mingling it with his pubic hair and I licked a drop.

I scooped the rest of it and turned him over, dripping the cum into his sweaty and musky bumcrack.
I took a long look at his grey/pink anus and straddled him, driving my cock between his smooth buttocks and into the hairy groove.
His spunk lubricated his bum but I knew this would be quick. His buttocks were tight on my knob and the sensation as I pushed was delicious.
I managed maybe a dozen thrusts before I felt my spunk start to make its way towards the open air.
I eased back, readjusting my angle and with a a shake and shudder, came into his crack, my spunk pooling between his fleshy mounds, and covering the entrance to his body.
I rolled off him and gazed at his cream-filled crack, running my fingers through my sticky donation, then scooping some of it and rubbing it into my bumcrack, mixing it with his cum that was already there stickily-dry, working it into the opening of my love-tunnel.
We lay half-naked for a few minutes, before he got to his knees and plucked leaves from a nearby tree and wiped my cum from his bum.
We felt each other gently, and I waggled my cock at him suggestively.
But time was moving on and we were due home.

I had one last feel of his balls and slid my hand into his crack, teasing his hole with my index finger.
As I started to get up, I rolled on to my side and pulled my left cheek up, exposing my anus to him and pushing back as I did so.
"Coat ME white next time," I said, reaching up and grabbing his still half-erect cock.
"I will be whispered. Oh yes, I will."

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