"Not by someone as big as you, Ray," Brice said, his breath catching on the man's name, his teen cock swelling. His smaller hands went behind them, pressing against Ray's rear. "I'm gonna cum, Poppa. Don't stop!" He wanted to say more, but that was all he could get out before the low moan kicked up an octave, his hips thrusting into Ray's hand and then back on his cock. Brice's first shot cleared the bedspread and landed with an audible thunk low on the mirror.

The teen was keening, the sounds coming out of him higher than he remembered ever getting. His load was huge, painting the bed now, coating Ray's hand.