A big older guy came over to me and said his name was Earl and that he was Toms brother. Mom watched intently as he started rubbing my cock and kissin... my neck and chest. As she watched me, she continued to stroke Tom’s needy cock until the whole scene got the better of her and she simply stepped over Tom’s outstretched legs and sat down in his lap fully empaling herself on his rock hard cock. As I watched my mom bounce up and down on a strangers big cock and my brother sucking one man and. Off to the south side of the plain, the group started acting all kinds of weird. I first noticed it when they began to get a lot quieter and move more slowly. A couple of hours later, I noticed that as I watched my compass, we seemed to be avoiding a generally large area of forest off to our west. When I asked about it, the conversation got a bit hard to understand."Hey. Why not go that way?" I asked Farts, whose name was actually ListensToWind, but whatever."No, GreatOne. You do not want to go. Withthat d**g, you will never bother any girls again and you might feel a lotless in control of yourself." "Please don't do that to me. I promise to be nice to you and the othersfor as long as I live."Jack was now feeling his cock as if it was burning. "It's too late, Jack. The d**g is now flowing inside your cock, fillingit with a very nasty substance that will soon spread throughout your entirebody.I'm just sure everything that will happen to you, you deserve. Let menow explain you. When I wasn't playing golf or tennis - or reluctantly actually working - I was finding ways of making jizz appear and then making it disappear. It was the best hobby I'd ever discovered and I made a point of practicing it every day, as many times a day as I could.But the 'empty' space nagged me. There should be twelve boys. An even dozen. Twelve two-somes, six three-somes, four four-somes, three groups, two gangs, and one orgy. Perfect. Eleven boys just kept reminding me that we were one dick.