Heart-stopping finale: narrow victory for Castelli, Brendlmeyer takes a sensational second place!
This year's EMM Superbike Championship season ended with a bang: newcomer Brendlmeyer (20) had steadily gained ground in the last few races and caught up with the leader Sergio Castelli (35). This set the stage for a highly exciting duel between the two going into the final race, in which the old hand managed to stay just ahead of his young challenger, at least this time. While Italian Castelli celebrated his first overall victory since Vomsbeck's departure, Brendlmeyer entered the annals of racing history with a record-breaking result: As by far the youngest driver with the most successful result in his first season in this racing series, the likeable young man from Bavaria has far exceeded even the most optimistic predictions regarding his chances of success. The incredibly exciting battles between Castelli and Brendlmeyer for the lead are highly entertaining in their own right and have us and the fans already looking forward to next year's season with great anticipation.
Tom boarded the plane in the morning, which would take him to Nice airport in two hours, where he would drive another half hour in a rental car to Sébastien's parents' vacation home in Antibes. As usual, Yannik and his best friend celebrated the end of the season with a few wonderful weeks on the Côte d'Azur. Yannik had spontaneously invited his chief mechanic to visit them for three days, which he gladly accepted. A detour to Antibes fit in well with his travel plans before he flew on to the Canary Islands. Besides, he had acquired a taste for it and already thought that the two young lads would certainly not just be innocently splashing around with him in the pool. After takeoff, he pulled out the latest issue of a leading German motorcycle magazine he had brought with him. At the back of the magazine, there was a section with sports reports, and next to the article about the results at the end of the EMM Superbike season, his gaze fell on another report directly below it:
Scandal at Team Apex Racing: Pabst fired after blackmail attempt
The motorsport world was shaken by revelations from within Team Apex Racing, whose new star Yannik Brendlmeyer (20) had just had a first-class season. His now ex-teammate Marcel Pabst (31) had hoped at the beginning of the season to finally make it to the top after having long stood in the shadow of his former colleague Vomsbeck. But Brendlmeyer quickly thwarted his plans, compounded by technical failures and Pabst's less than convincing driving performance. Unfortunately, Pabst did not prove to be a fair loser, instead attempting to blackmail his young colleague with revelations about his alleged homosexuality. The bombshell dropped shortly after the end of the penultimate race, in which Pabst was disqualified for a driving error when leaving the pit lane. In front of the entire team, he outed his fellow driver and accused his technical director of deliberately tampering with his machine. This led to a scuffle between various mechanics and Pabst in the pits. Just one hour after the incident, the team's management announced Marcel Pabst's dismissal for unsportsmanlike conduct and attempted blackmail. This means that Apex has another vacancy and, according to the team boss, is already in negotiations with several promising candidates to replace Pabst and become the new co-pilot of high-flyer Brendlmeyer.
Shaking his head, Tom closed the magazine and replayed the scene in the pit in his mind. How angry he had been with Pabst! If his colleagues hadn't held him back, he would have cut the jerk down to size! Such despicable blackmail was unacceptable! But he really didn't feel sorry for the bastard; he hadn't been a strong enough driver anyway, and a new co-pilot for Yannik could help the team make much better progress next season. He was already looking forward to seeing the little whirlwind riding his BMW again and stirring up the competition. But now it was time for everyone to take a vacation and relax; they had earned it after the constant stress of the racing season.
When the mechanic set off on his journey, Yannik and Sébastien were already out on an early morning ride on their two Ducati Streetfighter SPs along their favorite routes around Antibes and the Mediterranean coast of southern France. As usual, they exuberantly exploited the brutal power of the V4 engines of their high-end motorcycles, racing at breakneck speed along the straights of the coastal road and up and down the hairpin bends of the side roads branching off from it, accompanied by infernal noise. The thrilling interplay of acceleration forces and gravity made them cheer with joy: With spontaneous power wheelies, extremely low cornering angles with their knees on the ground, and top speeds of over 200 km/h on longer straights, they turned the winding side roads with little traffic on a Saturday morning into their own personal roller coaster. Yannik and Sébastien took turns driving, depending on who knew the next section better or wanted to take the lead. It was a mixture of racing and rehearsed choreography, a test of strength and a playful spirit that gave their trip the thrill that excited them both so much.
An hour before noon, they reached a small viewpoint on a hill overlooking the cliffs of the coast. The road curved widely to the left here, with a rugged rock face on the inside and a parking lot and a small kiosk on the outside. A little more than a handful of morning visitors stood at the small stone wall that bordered the area at the edge of the cliffs, enjoying the view of the azure blue water 20 meters below them. Accompanied by loud backfires, Yannik and Sébastien downshifted, slowed down, and turned into the parking lot. A few heads turned curiously as the Ducatis, idling loudly, approached the stone wall, stopped, and the riders silenced their machines. An attractive guy in his early 30s with a beefy, muscular build, a full black beard, large sunglasses, and a Maghrebi appearance gave them a thumbs up and nodded as they opened their mirrored helmet visors. They nodded back friendly, folded out the side stands, and climbed off their Italian missiles.
Although Yannik and Sébastien normally enjoyed the attention and admiration of spectators resulting from their grand entrance with the two streetfighters, today they only had eyes for each other. The past few months, during which they had been separated for the first time in what felt like an eternity due to their commitments as racers in different racing series, had made their feelings for each other all the more intense in recent days, which they lived out at every opportunity. They placed their helmets and gloves on the seats of their bikes, stepped up to the wall, and watched the roaring waves breaking deep below them on the cliffs. Sébastien looked to his left at his friend, who continued to gaze out into the distance at the sea, looking irresistible in his tight-fitting leather suit. The wind ruffled the light brown curls of his top hair, which sat enthroned above the 3 mm short sides. He now wore a small earring in his right ear, which suited him really well and made him look a little daring. He just loved the little champion in moments like this! Standing there, totally sexy and still looking a little like the innocent boy next door. But he was a sly old fox and it was never boring in his presence.
They took their helmets and gloves off their bikes and moved away from the other visitors, following the wall a few steps and heading for the small kiosk, which was barricaded. The building was slightly offset from the wall, creating a small niche that shielded them relatively well from the parking lot and the street. Only drivers would be able to catch a glimpse of them from the street, but they knew this spot and had never had any problems there before. They placed their helmets and gloves on a ledge of the hut, approached the wall as they had done in the parking lot, and enjoyed the view. Again, a light breeze blew through Yannik's curls and his boyfriend put his hand on the cute guy's neck. He turned his head and Sébastien kissed him tenderly, their tongues meeting and their hands rubbing over the leather of their custom-made motorcycle suits. It didn't take long before they were kneading each other's crotches with desire. Hot breath brushed over their ears as they pressed their cheeks together and moaned softly. “Fuck, you make me so hot!” whispered Sébastien, and Yannik just grunted softly in response. The Frenchman unzipped the tight leather suit and his friend immediately took the opportunity to slide a hand through the open gap.
He rubbed boldly over the thin fabric of the slightly sweaty briefs and felt the thick cock trying to free itself from its confinement. Meanwhile, they looked into each other's eyes again as Yannik stuck out his tongue with a mischievous grin and grabbed his best friend's balls hard. Sébastien roared briefly, grabbed the other racer by the throat, and pushed him backwards against the kiosk. “You cheeky brat, I'll teach you some manners!” growled the Frenchman in a dark voice, suddenly looking threatening, but Yannik already knew the trick and was unimpressed. Instead, he continued to grin cheekily, turned toward the wall of the building, and reached between his legs, where there was an inconspicuous second zipper. He opened it and the leather parted from his perineum up along his ass to just above his tailbone. The combination was so tight over Yannik's plump athlete's ass that his buttocks practically burst the leather and widened the zipper. Sébastien licked his lips greedily as he enjoyed this absolutely horny sight. He fumbled with his briefs, freed his protruding boner from its prison, and spat several times on the glans and shaft. He then resolutely took his racing leather gloves from the nearby small ledge and put them back on.
Sébastien pressed himself against his friend's leather back and pushed his cock between the buttocks protruding from the jumpsuit. When the wet glans came into contact with the rosebud, they groaned, but after a moment's hesitation, the Frenchman pushed his cock deep into the pussy in one stroke, causing Yannik to cry out in pain and lust. “Shut up!” hissed Sébastien, placing his gloved right hand over the little man's mouth and nose. He fell silent and blissfully sniffed the scent of leather emanating from the fingers and palm of the glove, which made his own cock twitch happily in the tight crotch of the leather jumpsuit. The stallion's other arm wrapped around Yannik's stomach and waist, holding him in position as the fucking gained intensity. The distant sound of the surf and the screeching of the seagulls drowned out their moans and the slapping sound of Sébastien's lower abdomen hitting the German's ass with every forward movement.
The Frenchman tenderly bit and kissed Yannik's neck, who then threw his head back and nestled his upper body against his stallion's chest. He loved the rough charm of his long-time companion and enjoyed being completely under his control. With both hands, he unzipped his jumpsuit, freed his stiff cock from his jockstrap, and jerked it off in time with the thrusts. The glove over his mouth and nose directed his head slightly to the left, bringing his right earlobe within reach of Sébastien's mouth. Soon he was nibbling on it and sucking on the little guy's playful little earring. That seemed to drive him crazy, because his athletic body began to writhe and an indistinct moan escaped between the fingers of the glove. Sébastien noticed that Yannik was jerking off, pushed his hands aside, and placed his free gloved hand on his cock. “Uhhohh,” moaned the little guy, pushing his pelvis back and forth to rub his hard-on against the soft inside of the leather glove. “Yeah, baby, that feels good, doesn't it?” the Frenchman whispered into the cute guy's ear, tightening his grip and jerking off the grunting race car driver hard. With continuous panting and moaning, they climaxed a little later, and Sébastien first felt Yannik's sphincter twitch as he sprayed his seed against the wall of the kiosk. He himself rammed his cock deep into the cunt one last time before spraying it full. With further thrusts, his still hard cock squelched in the sticky hot sauce and small rivulets flowed out of the hole again. After cuddling up together and catching their breath, they kissed, then zipped up their leather suits, put on their helmets and gloves, and strolled back to their bikes. Soon the roar of the two V4 engines could be heard again as they sped toward the vacation home above Antibes.
Shortly after noon, Tom reached his destination and was welcomed by the two racers. Yannik eagerly took his luggage and carried it to the guest room on the first floor, which they had reserved for their visitor. Meanwhile, Tom and Sébastien strolled into the kitchen, where two cold platters of sandwiches and drinks were waiting for them. “Nice to finally meet you in person, Tom! I hear you took great care of Yannik during the season,” the Frenchman opened the conversation with an ambiguous grin, taking the opportunity to finally meet his friend's chief mechanic in person after hearing so many salacious details from his friend's descriptions over the past few weeks. The guy really did look pretty hot, Sébastien had to admit, even though he wasn't usually into daddy types and Tom was, at least officially, strictly straight. Besides, the mechanic had a point in his favor, because he had stood by Yannik and even almost punched the nasty Pabst in the nose. When Yannik rejoined them, the two were already engrossed in lively discussions about technical setups and engine mapping.
After wolfing down a few sandwiches, they went down to the garage and showed Tom the Ducatis. He marveled at the finely crafted details of the expensive treasures, and the two racers offered the surprised mechanic a chance to take one of the bikes for a spin tomorrow. He enthusiastically accepted the offer, and Yannik led them back into the living room and pulled Tom out into the garden with him. They stood at the edge of the lawn in front of the slope, where they had the best view of the coastline in front of them, and admired the view of the azure blue Mediterranean Sea stretching to the horizon, where it merged with the cloudless blue sky. Sébastien approached them from behind with three glasses and an exquisite bottle of champagne. “What's the occasion?” Yannik asked curiously as his friend handed each of them a glass and poured the sparkling drink.
But the Frenchman waited until he had distributed the champagne before answering: “I'm moving to Apex to be Pabst's successor,” Sébastien revealed the news of the day. “What!? Seriously? How awesome is that?” Yannik exclaimed and spontaneously threw his arms around the Frenchman, who almost dropped his glass. Tom smiled as the two kissed and hugged each other happily. The mechanic had already been let in on the secret, but had left it to Sébastien to break the good news to his friend. They played music, grabbed their swimsuits, and jumped into the pool together, where they celebrated exuberantly. Tom took it easy and floated relaxed through the water while the two racers teased each other, splashed each other, and kissed each other repeatedly. Under the surface of the water, they massaged each other's bulges, which were clearly visible in their tight-fitting swimsuits. Shortly afterwards, the mechanic got out of the pool and lay down on one of the deck chairs with his wet body, where he put on his sunglasses and waited under an umbrella for the sun to dry the numerous water droplets on his hairy bear body.
After Yannik and Sébastien had kissed a little more in the pool, they also got out of the water and dried themselves with the large bath towels that were lying on their deck chairs. They let Tom enjoy his sunbathing for the time being and headed for the house. When they reached the first floor, they went to the dresser in the guest bedroom they shared and slipped out of their short swim shorts. Yannik unerringly grabbed one of two extremely skimpy jockstraps, stepped into it, and pulled the white straps over his hairless, smooth, and deeply tanned thighs. Sébastien did the same with a red one. They briefly adjusted their cocks and then admired the hot sight of each other in the large, floor-to-ceiling mirror next to the dresser. If the tight swim shorts had been sexy, the two jocks were definitely the absolute highlight: their naked, sinewy, defined, and muscular thighs with their flawless, smooth, and tanned skin transitioned seamlessly into their equally seductive upper bodies. The wide waistband of the thongs, emblazoned with the brand name, wrapped around their slender waists, while the tight straps framed their asses before merging just below the scrotum into a narrow pouch that did a poor job of keeping their already semi-erect cocks in check.
“Wow, you look so damn hot,” Sébastien remarked lustfully as he approached his friend. “I know, but so do you,” Yannik replied with a grin. “Do you think Tom will find it just as hot?” he asked, more rhetorically than anything else, because their outfit would surely cause the straight mechanic to get an instant hard-on in his pants. “Sure, he won't be able to get enough of looking at us. No one can, even if they wanted to,” the Frenchman added with a smile, now standing very close to the pretty boy. They closed their eyes, kissed smackily, and pushed their tongues into each other's mouths. As they did so, they reached into each other's small jockstraps, which were now stretched tight by their bulging cocks and pushed slightly forward, creating a small gap between the fabric and their defined bodies. “Mmm, oh yes!” Yannik breathed between their kisses, continuing to fondle his boyfriend's naked, thick cock while the latter proceeded to knead his partner's perfect buttocks. After a few more minutes of getting each other horny with their toned bodies, Sébastien grabbed a bottle of sun oil lying on the bed. He took a generous amount and began rubbing it into Yannik's defined arms, compactly bulging chest muscles, and sharply contoured six-pack, whose tanned skin soon began to shine seductively.
The young man moaned, threw his head back with his eyes closed, and bit his lower lip as he enjoyed the Frenchman's erotic massage. Meanwhile, his hands had moved to his back and worked their way further and further down. When they reached his buttocks, his fingers circled them at first before slapping the firm hemispheres hard several times. Yannik reacted with sharp cries, which were soon replaced by soft moans when Sébastien finally penetrated his ass crack with oily fingers, where he quickly found his rosebud. With a diabolical grin, the Frenchman tickled the sensitive sphincter, felt it twitch and made it more and more supple. Yannik was putty in his hands: moaning and gasping continuously, he enjoyed the play on his cunt and willingly pushed his ass onto the two slippery fingers that were now conquering his hole. "Ohh, yes, babe! You know exactly how I need it! You're driving me... crazy... HOT!" the race car driver yelped at the end when the two fingers suddenly drilled deep into his hole. Similar to a corkscrew, Sébastien now worked the pussy with twisting movements, much to the enjoyment of his friend, who expressed his horniness more and more loudly.
Shortly thereafter, the Frenchman withdrew his fingers from the hole, his warm breath blowing over Yannik's face and his hands kneading the powerful bulge of the still-tight jockstrap as he murmured in his ear: "Hmm, someone's horny? You can't get enough today, you insolent little slut!" Yannik moaned and then gasped in pain as his friend grabbed his scrotum hard. They exchanged passionate French kisses, dueling with their tongues, their hands caressing the seductive curves of their athletic bodies. They gradually moved toward the window, and Sébastien finally reached under Yannik's buttocks and pushed him up along the pane. The small guy wrapped his thin legs around his friend's hips and his arms around his shoulders, whereupon his friend pressed him back against the soundproof glass of the panoramic window and supported some of his weight.
Sébastien's bulging cock was only a few inches away from Yannik's tight ass. “Fuck me again, babe!” Yannik whispered breathlessly, waiting for the thrust with a knowing grin.
“Uhhhh, yeah! Fuck!” he cried as his friend's thick cock slid effortlessly into his oiled cunt. The fingers had done a good job of preparation, so Sébastien was able to thrust deep into the tight hole from below right away. The oil created a vulgar smacking sound as they fucked, which only got them both even more in the mood. “You horny little slut,” Sébastien whispered, and they grinned at each other dirty, kissing again. The glans of Yannik's protruding cock rubbed against his friend's washboard stomach after it had popped out of the side of the jock's too-small pouch. Completely horny, Yannik lolled his gorgeous athletic body against the windowpane while Sébastien pounded him in staccato. The German race car driver in particular discovered his exhibitionist side and was aroused by the realization that Tom, lying below them by the pool, could see them and watch the fuck in the large panoramic window as if he were a spectator in the front row. But even though the two young race car drivers loudly shouted out their horniness and made no effort to remain inconspicuous, the mechanic continued to doze peacefully in his deck chair by the pool, protected by a large parasol, letting the sun shine on his hairy body. He didn't notice the hot lovemaking of the two race car drivers, which was taking place just a few meters above him, due to the soundproof windows.
As their position became too strenuous for both of them, Sébastien finally interrupted the fucking and motioned for his friend to lie down on the bed. A little later, the Frenchman was standing at the edge of the bed with Yannik's legs on his shoulders, penetrating his wonderful ass again. He pounded his friend with powerful, slapping thrusts, causing him to cry out in pleasure and cheer the stud on to give it to him hard. Sébastien's hands rubbed over the chiseled athlete's body, the grooves of his tense six-pack up to his firm, compact chest muscles. He interrupted the fucking again and left his cock in the hole as he pinched Yannik's right nipple hard. Yannik flinched from the sharp pain and moaned at the tingling sensation of relief as the pain subsided. The treatment caused his cock to instantly become rock hard again, pointing vertically upward next to the jock's slipped textile pouch. Drops of precum flowed out of the tip and moistened the glans. Sébastien inflicted further pain on the young masochist by alternating between his right and left nipples at increasingly shorter intervals. He noticed his slight tendency toward sadism breaking through, because it turned him on to watch the sinfully beautiful boy beneath him suffer the pain but willingly endure it. His cock, stuck up to the balls in his cunt, hardened to its maximum. They moaned at each other and the dark-haired Frenchman took the bubbling precum from Yannik's cock with his fingers and put them in his mouth with relish to lick them clean.
“Ahhh! Fuck! So good! Yes! Yes! Yes! Do it to me, babe!” the little guy yelled as Sébastien continued to fuck him with maximum force, hammering his rock-hard cock mercilessly into his hot hole. With the stamina of a Duracell bunny on ecstasy, the race car driver continued to fuck him, repeatedly slapping away his friend's hands, who wanted to jerk off his rock-hard cock, which was trembling from the thrusts. “Hands off, you little pig! You'll get your cum soon enough!” whispered Sébastien, grinning briefly and ramming his cock deep into the cunt again. But then he paused again and his hands closed around Yannik's throat. As they began to squeeze the air out of him, the little guy gasped and moaned.
He writhed with pleasure on the bedsheet, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue, panting like a dog. Sébastien grinned, loosened his grip a little, and spat in his friend's face, then immediately followed up with a French kiss and licked the spit out of his mouth again. They continued fucking, and when the Frenchman began to torment Yannik's nipples again, Yannik yelped before he came, squirting his cream in endless spurts onto his stallion's sculpted upper body. A few splashes even landed on his face and black hair. With one last deep thrust, Sébastien finally rammed his piston deep into the hole one last time and roared like a rutting stag as he inseminated it for the second time that day. Exhausted and breathing heavily, he pulled out, they adjusted their jockstraps, and then went back to the pool.
The two race car drivers had put on only their large, angular, black-tinted Armani sunglasses to go with their jockstraps and found the mechanic still dozing in the shade of the parasol. Yannik lay down on the lounger directly to Tom's left, and his friend settled down to the left of him, so that the little guy was lying in the middle between the Frenchman and the mechanic. Apart from the slight rustling of the palm leaves swaying in the wind and the quiet, rhythmic hissing of a sprinkler on one of the neighboring properties, a relaxing silence settled over the pool and garden. The deck chairs were close together and they enjoyed the pleasant warmth of the sun together under the parasol dancing gently in the wind. Out of boredom, Yannik began to knead his cock through the fabric of his jockstrap, which promptly became hard again. He glanced over at Tom, who seemed to be dozing behind his sunglasses. Then the race car driver looked at his friend, who was already eyeing him with interest and working his cock as well. They grinned at each other and intensified the pressure on their bulges.
Yannik got up shortly afterwards and sat on his friend's stomach, turning his ass towards him. Immediately, Sébastien's hands caressed the plump cheeks, which were particularly emphasized by the tight straps of the jockstrap. The young teammate exposed the Frenchman's cock and leaned forward to suck the wonderfully thick and long shaft. As he did so, his ass slid closer to Sébastien's face, who pulled it even closer with his hands and ran his thumb through the crack and over the twitching rosebud. A pleasurable moan, muffled by the cock in Yannik's mouth, sounded from the front and encouraged Sébastien to kiss and lick the beautiful ass cheeks and repeatedly stroke the sphincter between them.
Fascinated, the Frenchman watched as a drop of cum oozed from Yannik's fuck hole under his treatment and slowly ran down the crack. He greedily pulled the little tight ass even closer to him, so that the little guy was now almost sitting on his buddy's face. Sébastien gently circled the tip of his tongue over the twitching rosebud, causing more drops of cum to bubble out of it. Moaning loudly, the German champion enjoyed the tingling sensation as Sébastien's tongue suddenly penetrated his pussy, searching for further evidence of their last fuck. Out of the corner of his eye, Yannik noticed a movement to their left and looked at Tom. The mechanic was no longer asleep, but was watching their dirty antics with a broad grin while he jerked off his stiff cock with relish. Yannik's exhibitionist tendencies were promptly aroused; he fixed his gaze on the burly guy next to them as he moaned lasciviously, sliding his tight ass up and down over Sébastien's face and kneading his fat jock bulge vigorously.
Tom was suddenly hornier than he had been in a long time; the uninhibited dirty play of the two young friends was as fascinating as it was arousing. At a demanding nod from the mechanic, Yannik got up as if he had been waiting for a signal and left the bewildered Frenchman alone on the couch. With a lustful, cheeky grin, Yannik approached Tom, sat down on his voluminous pecs, and provocatively moved his perfect apple butt in front of the bearded guy's face. When the mechanic grabbed his round cheeks with both hands and gave them a light slap, Yannik moaned loudly and cried, "Ohh yes, Daddy, that's so hot! Hit me; yes, hit me harder!" The burly Tom just grunted in agreement and repeatedly brought his flat paw down on the champion's firm buttocks. Meanwhile, Sébastien had sat up on his sun lounger and watched the horny spectacle of the two with rapt attention while jerking off his hard cock with his legs spread wide apart. Then the little guy leaned forward to devote himself extensively to the mechanic's fat cock. As he had done with Sébastien before, he lasciviously pushed his ass over Tom's bearded face. Tom could no longer hold back and immediately set about rimming Yannik's asshole, which was already wet from the Frenchman's spit.
Meanwhile, the race car driver greedily slipped his lips over the fat glans and took it deep into his mouth along with the thick, veined shaft, while he felt the licking of the wet tongue and the tingling of the full beard excitingly on his anus. With up and down movements of his lips, he massaged the shaft of the hard, towering cock. After a few minutes, Yannik got up again, turned 180 degrees, and positioned his ass over the thick cock. “Fuck, what a hot piston!” cried the young race car driver as he grabbed the shaft with one hand and slid it effortlessly into his softly licked pussy. Despite its impressive size, it didn't take long before the little guy began a hot, intense ride and both Tom and Yannik roared out their lust. The lounger creaked painfully under the lively movements of the two as Sébastien approached from behind with his lance sticking out and grabbed the shoulders of his riding teammate. The latter paused in surprise with Tom's cock deep in his hole and looked over his shoulder.
Gulping greedily, the two racers exchanged French kisses before the Frenchman applied some sun oil to his cock and tried to sink it into the mechanic's piston already stuck in Yannik's cunt. The little guy leaned forward to assist the maneuver and placed his hands on Tom's tense chest muscles, kneading them hard. The bear growled in his deep voice and smiled blissfully as he felt the other cock rubbing against his own. A flash of pain flashed across Yannik's features, but then the second cock seemed to be in position, because Sébastien began to thrust cautiously and then pull back again. In time with the alternating thrusts, the three moaned, groaned, and grunted, and the peculiar smell of sweat and testosterone began to fill the air as they fucked each other like animals. Although his ass was filled more than ever before, the cock-hungry young Bavarian seemed to enjoy the double fuck more with every thrust. Soon it seemed as if the rhythm was not set by the pistons of the two studs, but by Yannik, who was virtually impaling himself with the undulating movements of his ass.
Sébastien plowed tirelessly through Yannik's cunt, breathing heavily, when Tom suddenly roared loudly and poured his warm cum into the champion's hole. Spurred on by the horny feeling of the cock twitching beneath him, the Frenchman now hammered obsessively into the sloppy, smacking hole, each withdrawal bringing forth chunks of white cream that stuck foamy to the shaft of his fuck bolt and splattered onto Tom's hairy sack. “Ohh, fuck yeah, that's hot!” Sébastien cried, grabbing Yannik's shoulders and fucking himself to climax one last time, while Tom's cock remained thick and meaty in the open cunt. Finally, Sébastien exploded a third time that day inside his best friend. Exhausted, with a pounding pulse and a happy chuckle, he kissed the sweet young devil again, who would be tearing his ass apart often enough on the race track next season. They were already a well-coordinated team with Tom.
THE END
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