The Misfortunes of Twinks I – A Dark Night at the County Fair

Summer, somewhere in the outskirts of suburbia the night sky is lit with stars. Mark Williams is spending a Saturday evening at the county fair with his girlfriend Lauren and some of his friends. Standing at just a little under six feet tall, the slim sixteen-year-old, blond haired, blue-eyed teenager is slightly dwarfed by his taller brunette girlfriend as they stand looking at the fun-house deciding whether to go in or not. His hair is cut short on the sides and his bangs hang just above his eyebrows. Mark’s wearing a white T-shirt, a pair of beige khaki shorts, and sandals. The teen’s face is unblemished by acne and his body is almost hairless below his neck.
“I don’t know, Mark. Do we have time,” Lauren asks her cute twink boyfriend. “It’s already like eight-thirty and my mom’s supposed to pick me up at nine.” No one else seems to be going inside and Mark’s other friends have run off to ride the roller coasters. In front of the fun-house attendant Mark turns to Lauren and kisses her on the lips showing off his hot girlfriend. He playfully cups her boobs. Lauren lightheartedly smacks his hands away.
“How are you getting home later? Your folks are out of town for the weekend. I can ask my mom to drop you off,” she offers. Mark shrugs his shoulders.
“Nah, I’ll hitch a ride with one of the guys. Come on, Lauren. It’ll be loads of fun. Just you, me, and these,” he cups her boobs again. She in turn slaps him on the ass pushing him toward the attendant.
“Okay, but only cause you’re so cute, Marky,” she replies.
Mark approaches Tareek, the fun-house attendant. Tareek is a tall muscular twenty-five-year-old black man. Mark looks diminutive next to the ebony Nubian.
“Waz up, dawg? Hey any chance you can help out a bro and keep them other punks out so I can have a private party with my babe here,” acting like a wigger Mark makes big talk in front of Lauren and the attendant? He hands the man several ticket stubs.
Tareek responds with a grin and lets them inside. He watches the white teenage couple enter the fun-house. “You’re da man,” Mark adds. Tareek stares at Mark’s cute bubble-butt as the teen boy passes by him. The black man licks his lips in lust because unbeknownst to Mark, Tareek and his friends intend to have a lot fun with the white boy twink. After all it is a fun-house.
Mark and Lauren walk into an empty mirrored corridor. They pass by several mirrors that make them look fat, skinny, and big-headed with large hands and feet, all sorts of visual distortions. Boyfriend and girlfriend are having good clean fun. Finally they come to a regular full-length mirror. Lauren turns Mark to face the mirror.
“So let’s have some real fun now. There’s no one around,” she says with one arm wrapped around Mark’s waist. Her other hand slides down to grope his crotch though the fabric of his shorts. She eagerly fondles his cock and balls while licking Mark’s ear lobe.
Mark pushes her hand away. “I thought we were saving ourselves for marriage, Lauren,” Mark reminds her suddenly sounding prudish. His legs shake as she forcefully slips her hand inside the waistband of his shorts to again cop a feel of his teenage prick and ball sac, but this time through the fabric of his underwear.
“Then what was all that shit in front of the attendant outside,” Lauren replies continuing to play with her boyfriend. “We’ve been dating for six months. Come on, Mark, I just want to see it.” Mark is putty in her arms… practically pudding in the palm of her hands. “Last week, when your friends pantsed you in the library… it was so hot seeing you wearing nothing but your shirt and tighty-whities. I hear all the boys at school wear boxers, but you still wear briefs. I like how they cup your cock and balls like I’m doing right now.” She squeezes his package gently and Mark moans slightly.
“Love how they show off that hot ass of yours, Mark,” she adds as she feels one of Mark’s butt cheeks. “So come on, please let me see it.”
“See what, babe,” Mark boyishly and stupidly replies.
“See this,” Lauren responds. She slips two fingers through the fly of his briefs. She rubs her fingers up and down Mark’s flaccid dick. “I feel you’re soft, but that’s okay. I want to see you soft, and then I want to play with you and get you all hard and wet. Please Marky, honey. Just slip off your shorts and briefs,” Lauren teases. “You did tell the guy outside you wanted a private party with me,” she smiles at him in the mirror.
“Right now, here. It’s embarrassing,” Mark tries pleading with his horny girlfriend.
Inside his briefs, Mark pops a semi-erection. She continues to feel up Mark’s now three-inch stub. Lauren pinches Mark’s cockhead and his dick slit spews out a little precum. She rubs the precum around his cockhead, then squeezes his glans further opening Mark’s piss slit. The young teenager is the verge of premature ejaculation.
“Please Mark, for me. Please let me see it,” Lauren unbuttons Mark’s shorts before he can even respond. She’s relentless.
Mark capitulates. “Okay, but just for a second.”
She unzips his shorts and they fall to his ankles. Lauren and Mark stare at his reflection in the mirror. Mark stands with his white shirt barely covering his hips and crotch. His semi-hard cock slightly bulges out the front of his pristine white Fruit of the Loom briefs.
Mark is shy and paranoid. “Did you hear that? Someone’s coming. Someone might see me,” he tries grabbing his shorts up, but Lauren stops him by groping his package.
“Stop, look how sexy you look in the mirror, Mark,” Lauren says kissing her boyfriend passionately on the lips.
Unknown to the teen couple, Mark had reason to be paranoid. They didn’t know they were staring into a one-way mirror behind which was a secret and soundproof room where Tareek and another man, Triple B aka “Big Black Bob, were lustfully gawking at the show Lauren had charmingly forced Mark into doing.
“See how hot you look, boyfriend,” Lauren flatters him. “Now put your hands on your head.” Mark complies as Lauren tenderly licks the tip of his ear. She traces a path of wet kisses from his ear, down his neck and shoulders.
Behind the one-way mirror Tareek and Triple B watch as Lauren pushes Mark closer to the mirror. “So did you get DeShawn to lock up,” Triple B inquires while pretending to grope the white teen’s brief-covered cock and balls which are now only an inch or two from the glass.
“Yeah, dawg. Got him looking out front. And the Spic brothers, Rico and Alejandro are changing up the mirror maze as we speak,” Tareek grins at the scene before them. Mark is in his tight white briefs making out with his fully-clothed girlfriend. “We just gotta separate lover boy there from his horny bitch,” Tareek adds. “Then we can have some real fun with the bitch boy.” The men look on at the teens. Mark’s hands are still resting on his head. Lauren’s hands teasingly massages his hips, then her fingers slip into the waistband of his briefs. “Well looks like the horny bitch is about to let us all see what the white boy here got between his legs,” comments Triple B.
Lauren quickly pulls Mark’s white briefs down his slender hips to his ankles. She has him step out of both his shorts and underwear leaving Mark naked except for his T-shirt and sandals. Mark is both excited and embarrassed at being so exposed. His face blushes matching his plum colored dickhead. Lauren kneels on the floor next him her face only a few inches away from his completely hairless cock and balls.
“Oh my god, you shave your pubes,” Lauren is surprised. Next to her image in the mirror we can see Tareek pretending to suck on Mark’s three-inch semi-erect teenage prick.
“I’m on the swim team, remember,” Mark comments in his defense. “Can I get dressed now that you’ve seen it?”
Ignoring his comment Lauren gets up and stands behind Mark.
“It’s very cute, Mark. Your dick and balls all shaved like that makes your cock look bigger,” she replies. “So now let me see you get hard. How big does it get when you’re fully you know,” his girlfriend asks cupping his hairless scrotum with one hand? Grasping his dick with the other she elicits a girlish sigh from Mark.
“It gets about seven sometimes eight inches hard,” Mark completely lies to her.
She begins jerking Mark off in front of the mirror with the two thuggish men watching them from behind the one-way mirror. From inside the secret room the way Lauren stands behind Mark it looks as if she’s masturbating herself, as if Mark’s dick was actually her own cock. Her crotch is up against the blond teen’s ass and her hands hard at work on her boyfriend’s dick trying to get him bone hard.
For about ten minutes Lauren jerks off Mark, but the blond twink’s cock doesn’t get any harder or bigger than three and half inches. Although his dick slit continues to drip precum like a leaky faucet.
“Girl don’t know how to manhandle and milk a straight boy bitch right. Gotta be rough. Gotta fist the cum out of him, right Tareek,” Triple B clinically comments on her technique.
“Poor girl don’t got much to work with. Betcha that white boy’s dick don’t get harder and bigger than six-inches, bro,” Tareek laughs.
Both men are already getting harder than stone between their legs just thinking of what they plan on doing to the poor white boy twink.
“Nah, Tee, I betcha blond boy’s dick don’t get longer than four maybe five and a half inches top, dawg,” Triple B wagers. “And if I’m right, which I know I am, I get first dibs on fucking the virgin white devil’s ass. We cool, Tee?”
“We cool, Triple B. But dang, bro, your cock so mother-fucking big ain’t no fun taking your sloppy seconds,” Tareek jokingly complains. “They so loose it’s like fucking air, dawg.”
Lauren has turned Mark around with his ass directly pressed against the one-way mirror. The sixteen-year-old’s asshole is puckered up against the glass. Tareek pretends to finger fuck Mark’s boy twat as Mark’s girlfriend tries in vain to get the teen boy hard playing with his semi-hard dick shaft and spreading his precum all over his cockhead.
“Relax, Tee. You still got his mouth to work with,” replies Triple B.
“True, that, bro,” Tareek agrees rubbing his crotch just thinking about forcing his ten-inch ebony monster down the blond straight boy’s throat. “And I can’t wait to milk his tiny pencil dick dry.”
The men secretly walk out of the room, but not before taking another glance at Mark through the mirror as his so-called girlfriend now a little irritated continues to jerk him off.
In the corridor Mark has finally gotten bone hard. His five and half inch dick juts out from his hairless crotch. A bead of pearl white teen boy jism bubbles out from his piss slit coating his glans. He’s on the verge of shooting his load when all of a sudden they hear a noise coming from around the corner. Lauren releases her dainty grip on Mark’s stiff penis and she bolts for the exit making a right at the next corridor.
To Mark’s surprise she accidentally drags his shorts with her a few feet down the hallway leaving him with a major case of blue balls and bare-ass naked below the waist. Hearing voices getting louder and people approaching Mark quickly slips on his briefs stuffing his still erect and leaking teen cock. He finds and manages to pull on his khaki shorts, but forgets to zip up his fly as the teen rushes in the direction he saw his girlfriend leave.
Mark makes the exact right his girlfriend had made, but finds himself running into a clear glass wall (which of course courtesy of Rico and Alejandro, the Spic brothers, has effectively trapped the young twink inside the fun-house). He realizes he’s in a dead-end and turns around just in time to see the attendant from outside along with an even more muscular bear of a black man walking toward him. Mark approaches the big black men with his fly completely open and the white cotton of his briefs in their full view.
“Whaz up, dawgs,” Mark tries acting cool, but appears nervous around the black men. With false bravado he shakes Triple B’s hand. “I’m kinda lost,” he adds. Big Black Bob, aka Triple B, grasps Mark’s small white teen boy hand in his, not letting go and firmly gripping the boy.
“Hey, can you guys help me out,” Mark timidly asks.
“Yeah, sure white boy. We’ll help you out… We’ll help you right out of them clothes,” Triple B responds.
“What are you doing,” the teenager asks confused? Triple B pushes him against the wall and slips two of his thick black fingers inside Mark’s open fly. The man fondles Mark’s now semi-erect cock through his briefs. “Hey, what the fuck,” Mark panics!
Outside the fun-house Lauren has been waiting for Mark for over ten minutes. She approaches another fun-house attendant, DeShawn, who’s standing at the entrance yapping into a walkie-talkie. DeShawn is a fat black bastard and appears to be closing up.
“Mister, can I please go back inside. I need to find my boyfriend. I think he’s still in there,” Lauren asks? DeShawn wobbles toward the high-school junior with sweat dripping from his face. Lauren holds her breath in when the stench of the man reaches her nostrils.
“Sorry, little lady. We locking up to go on a break,” DeShawn yawns. The walkie-talkie beeps, then the sound of static is heard along with some moaning noises, followed by a boyish yelp. Mark’s voice can barely be heard through the walkie-talkie, but DeShawn hears him clearly and smiles. “What the hell! Oh gawd… Stop it. No.” Lauren doesn’t hear anything except static.
“But my boyfriend,” she continues. The fat man presses a button on the walkie to shut it off.
“You mean a blond boy, about this tall, wearing khaki shorts,” DeShawn comments. Lauren confirms his description. “Yeah, I saw him leave through one of the side exits… about 10 maybe 15 minutes ago I think,” he adds. Convinced Mark had somehow exited the fun-house before her Lauren heads off.
“That dork. He must’ve found his way out and left with friends like he said,” Lauren mutters to herself.
It’s 9:00 o’clock at night Lauren’s mom honks and drives up to her. Before getting into the car Lauren calls Mark’s cell phone and gets his voicemail. “Hey sexy, had so much fun. Call me will ya. Bye, boyfriend.”
Shortly before, DeShawn watches the girl disappear into a mass of people. He turns on his walkie-talkie. It goes off again and Tareek invites him, “Yo, D-Boy. Come on in and join the party. And bring in some audience. Make sure they pay.” Static is heard, and then Mark’s voice squealing and begging, “Stop it. Please. Stop touching me.”
Inside the fun-house Tareek watches on as Triple B pushes Mark hard against the wall. The teen is practically naked having been stripped of his clothes except for his Fruit of the Looms briefs. Triple B grabs Mark by the throat with one hand forcing the sixteen-year-old to grab the hand to keep from choking. The man slips his other hand inside Mark’s underwear feeling up the teen boy’s balls and stroking his short, but thick prick.
“Stop. Let me go. What are you doing,” he says struggling to escape the man’s grip on his now hardening dick. Triple B’s fingers caresses the teen’s cockhead and toys with his piss slit. To Mark’s utter horror and shame his pecker instantly grows to its full five and half inches of teen boy glory. He is humiliated at becoming aroused so quickly by this brute’s unwanted and uninvited attention. What took his girlfriend almost half an hour to do only took this beast seconds forcing the young lad’s body to betray him.
“Just finishing what your girlfriend started,” Triple B comments.
Tareek walks up to them and slides a hand inside Mark’s briefs to cup the teen’s ballsac as the other man continues to jerk off Mark. The fun-house attendant holds Mark’s hands up against the wall by his wrist. The scene is totally obscene with both black men’s hands inside the white boy’s tighty-whities stretching the briefs to the breaking point as they molest the teenager against his will. They laugh as Mark struggles in vain.
“Get your hands off my cock and balls you dirty faggots. Let me go! I ain’t gay,” Mark yells at them. Tareek releases his balls and slaps the teen’s face hard.
“Who you calling faggot, white boy,” the man yells! “Cocks. Real men have cocks. White boy bitches like you ain’t got cocks. White boys like you got tiny white boy dicks, you hear me cracker,” he demands as he pinches and twist Mark’s nipple.
“Ow,” Mark yelps!
Triple B speeds up stroking the blond boy’s cut prick and the pleasure between the boy’s legs now alleviates his painful nipple. The man can feel the teen’s dick quivering in his tight fist. Tareek returns to fondling Mark’s baby-makers through the fabric of the boy’s briefs. He can feel the teen’s balls tighten at his pending forced orgasm. Mark whimpers and in seconds his body convulses trapped between the two men like an Oreo cookie. He cums hard shooting six thick loads of teen boy milk, then his piss slit churns out six more streams of milky white juice coating the entire front of his briefs. With the men now holding his hands above his head his crotch is totally exposed to them.
The crotch of his briefs is completely cum soaked and almost transparent leaving nothing to the imagination. The men can see Mark’s small stiff penis and plump balls through the flimsy material. The young teenager whimpers again then begins to cry at his utter humiliation. He’s a straight young white male and these brutish nigger bastards had just forced his teenage virgin dick to erupt loads of boy cum. Tears streak down Mark’s cheek just as freshly milked cum also leaks out of the leg openings of his briefs streaming down his inner thighs. Tareek wipes off a glob of boy jism and has taste. Triple B also grabs a glob of Mark’s cum and forces the boy to taste his own sperm licking it off of Triple B’s finger. Mark opens his mouth unwillingly, but afraid of the black men he swallows.
“Please, let me go now. I promise… I swear I won’t tell anyone,” Mark begs teary-eyed and coming down from an intense forced orgasm. DeShawn enters accompanied by two Latin thugs, Rico and Alejandro.
“I broughts the audience, yo,” DeShawn says out of breath as he wobbles into the corridor. “And they paid $20 each.”
Mark’s blue eyes are wide-open saucers. To his horror three teenage girls about his age enter with the men. Luckily the girls aren’t anyone from Mark’s school. Two of them are Latina and the third one is black. They immediately stare openly at Mark’s wet crotch. Mark is completely embarrassed. “Oh my God, girls. Jesus, don’t let them see me like this… Please, just let me go,” Mark snivels.
He attempts to cross his legs in a vain attempt to obstruct the girls’ view of his practically transparent briefs. This does nothing for Mark, but his movement allows the girls to trace his semi-erect dick and balls inside the confines of his semen soaked Fruit of the Looms.
“Hey, I thought we paid to see some white boy get gang-banged. Not some white boy pissing his tighty-whities,” the black girl speaks up and complains. Triple B just smiles a pearly white smile at her.
“That ain’t piss soaking out of the white boy’s briefs. It’s freshly milked Grade-A teenage virgin boy cum. Show started early. You’re late,” the man comments.
“So, can we get a rewind,” the girl replies.
“Sure. You are paying customers. DeShawn, Rico, Alejandro give Tareek a hand and spread-eagle white boy here so the girls have an open view.”
The men each grab Mark’s limbs. The teenager struggles, but is no match for the men and is soon held spread-eagled before the girls. Triple B spoons Mark from behind. Again his big black hands invade Mark’s white briefs.
“Stop it. Please don’t do this. Don’t touch me there. I’m not gay. I swear. Oh my god,” Mark squeals just as Triple B pinches the head of his dick.
He can feel Triple B’s hard jeans-covered man cock pressing up against his virgin butt hole. Poor Mark’s only defense is his jism soaked tight white briefs. The black brute tightens his grip on the white teenager’s five and half inch dick shaft. He begins milking him with the girls having a clear view of the straight boy’s crotch.
The girls look Mark straight in his tear-filled eyes, then down to the bulge in his underwear which is now stretched not only by his hardon, but also by Triple B’s big hand wrapped around it. The man slowly fists the teen’s prick edging him towards another forced orgasm. Mark bucks and struggles against his rapists, but he’s no match.
“Wait, I wanna see it,” the black girl asks?
“See what,” Triple B replies.
“I wanna see his dick… and his balls too,” she says demandingly.
“No, don’t,” Mark exclaims!
“Ok. But there ain’t much to see,” he comments as he licks Mark’s ear lobe. The man fishes out both Mark’s hard dick and balls through the leg opening of the teenager’s underwear.
Mark is red with embarrassment. He drops his head down unable to look at the girls staring at his boyhood. Precum drips out from his prick slit.
She walks up to Mark and lifts the teen’s head up as she glares domineeringly over him.
“Holy Shit! That is one tiny white boy dick. I’ve seen bigger pricks on mosquitoes,” she says shaming the sixteen-year-old about his inadequate penis.
Surprisingly Mark musters up some courage.
“Fuck you, bitch,” he yells! The teen spits at her, but misses.
“Oh no, you didn’t! Pussyboy just tried spitting at me. Big mistake, white boy,” she spits at him hitting Mark right between the eyes.
With a look of fire in her eyes she stares vindictively at Mark’s hard dick proudly pointing at her. She lashes out her rage and painfully SLAPS it once, twice, three times. The girl cock slaps him for a total of twenty times. Each hard slap producing a meaty sound until Mark loses his erection. With each slap the poor white teen winces in pain. Finally when he thinks it’s over she grips his limp dick and begins to squeeze it really hard as if she wanted to tear it off. Mark breaks down sobbing with snot dripping from his nose.
“Pathetic,” she spits on his dick and SLAPS it one last time!
“Triple B, milk this white boy’s tiny white boy dick until he screams for his momma,” she says stepping back toward her home girls to watch Triple B’s further molest Mark.
The man slips the teen’s dick and balls back inside the kid’s briefs. With his big black hand also slipping inside he grips Mark’s prick and begins forcefully masturbating the straight boy. Soon Mark’s teen prick is once again hard as a rock in the black man’s fist. His dick head can be seen through the cotton fabric as it leaks out copious amounts of teenage precum.
“Oh. Oh god, Oh. Ahhh. Ahhh. No. Oh no. Oh, please just let me go. I ain’t a homo. Stop. Oh, oh, oh god. Oh, oooh, oh. No, don’t make me cum. Not in front of them. Please, this is so embarrassing. Oooh, Oooh, oh, no,” Mark moans and begs with his eyes fluttering he opens his mouth wide into a large O. His beautiful dick sucking lips quivering. “Fuck. No. Oh, ahhh, ahhh, oh god. Oh. AHHH!”
“That’s it, milkboy. Cum. Cum hard for Big Black Bob. Give me that sweet virgin white boy milk,” Triple B demands as he jerks off the young suburban white boy. Mark sees the girls pull out their camera phones and begin snapping pictures and video taping his humiliation.
“AHHH, AHHH, AHHH, AHHHHH,” Mark orgasms and splurge after splurge of teen spunk fills the cotton pouch of his briefs. Right where his cockhead stretches the cotton briefs freshly milked jism seeps out from his piss slit through the fabric. CLICK, Mark hears the girls taking his picture. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
“AGAIN,” the three girls demand in unison! “AGAIN!”
“No. No, you can’t,” the white boy begs Triple B!
Not letting up on the blond teen Triple B does not even let Mark’s dick go flaccid. Mark just barely coming down from his second forced orgasm is hysterical and begins to put up a fight struggling against his captors and bucking like a wild bull. It proves useless for the practically naked straight teenage white boy.
“No more! No more! Oh, oh, oh, ahhh,” Mark screams as his now ultra-sensitive dick is rubbed raw and red as the black man continually milks him.
“Sensitive little bitch ain’t he,” comments Triple B.
“Stop. Stop. No more. It hurts. It really hurts. My dick. My dick. It hurts. IT HURTS,” the blond teen squeals as the girls watch on and as Triple B’s fist slick with the teen’s own cum slides up and down the blond virgin’s dick stalk. “Oh, oh, oh. Ahh, ahh,” Mark cries. His body is drenched in boy sweat and jism. “Ouch, ouch. Oh, it hurts. Oh god, stop. It hurts. My dick. No more. No more,” the teen beseeches his molester. His pleas go unanwered as Triple B forces Mark’s third orgasm. Blond boy’s eyes flutter and his toes curl up. “No, no. Ohhh. Oh. AAAHHHHH!”
The pouch of Mark’s white briefs fills up with even more teen boy cum. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. Flashes go off. Mark’s image, naked except for his now cum filled transparent briefs, is digitally captured.
The men release Mark and he collapses on the floor in front of the girls. He curls up in fetal position hoping this horrible nightmare was finally over and that his assailants would soon let him go. His dick is now a tiny squirmy worm in his tight cum wet white briefs.
Only an hour ago the high-school sophomore was having fun at the fair with his hot senior girlfriend. It was only an hour ago that Lauren had her gentle feminine fingers wrapped around Mark’s straight teenage cock making him feel like a man. The spoiled, privileged sixteen-year-old suburban white boy was on top of the world only but moments ago.
This isn’t supposed to happen to such a cute, good looking straight white young man like himself. Now in a state of shock and coming down from being forced to cum against his will three times Mark is lost. He’s confused. He keeps telling himself he’s not a homo and that he’s no fag, but why, why the heck did he get so hard and came so much while that big black brute molested his teen dick milking his virgin milk out of him. And much worse, he came in front of girls while Triple B jerked him off playing him like an instrument, fiddling with his fiddle forcing the teen to give up his sperm again and again and again, emasculating Mark of his pride and masculinity.
“Time for you to suck real cock,” Tareek says from behind him.
Mark turns his head to see that all the colored men have stripped naked. The teen GULPS at the sight of each man sporting over ten inch erections. He stares at them shocked, scared and ashamed that his teenage white boy dick is dwarfed by the man cocks both is length and girth. Rico and Alejandro with their caramel pricks, Tareek and DeShawn with their ebony cocks, and finally Triple B with his twelve inch Nubian cock , all of them pointing at Mark like he’s some bull’s eye target.
Facing away, the blond white teenager gets up like a new born deer standing on wobbly legs and like a deer he’s frozen with fear surrounded by predators. His body is still exhausted from his forced ejaculations. His ocean blue, tear stained eyes catches the girls looking at him as he was looking at the huge cocks behind him.
Three sets of eyes glare back at the red faced teen boy. Their gaze goes from his timid face down to Mark’s crotch. The cum soaked, cum filled pouch of his briefs is now completely transparent and leaves utterly nothing to the imagination. Mark realizes one of his balls have slipped out of the leg openings and is completely visible to everyone. To his shame, the young teen and everyone else in the room discovers that Mark without touching himself has gotten hard! His five and half inch teen dick is sticking out of the fly of his briefs pointing at the girls.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. Again the sound of camera phones captures the teen’s compromising situation. Mark quickly attempts to cover his exposure covering his crotch with both hands to obstruct the girls’ view of his transparent underwear, but giving the men behind him a clear view of his cotton-clad bubble butt.
“I… I… I like girls. Women…