The freshman was last in the oral lineup, barely 18 but hung like a stallion—his large c**k heavy and uncut, swinging low before Jason's face. Nervous energy crackled off him, but he followed the others' lead, threading his fingers through Jason's sweat-damp hair and pushing in slow at first, then faster as Jason's heat enveloped him.
'Oh s**t, that's good,' the freshman moaned, voice cracking with excitement, his thick shaft stretching Jason's lips wide as he humped forward, spilling hot pre-c*m that Jason swallowed reflexively, the taste bitter and fresh.
The room filled with grunts and heavy breathing, the wet slurp of Jason's mouth working each c**k, the occasional slap of flesh against flesh or a degrading chuckle from the sidelines. Emotions churned inside Jason—shame at his own e
