Rob and Simon are in the carriage on their way to Slavana castle and the chance to win $10,000,000 They can't get fucked, they will lose, but they can mess around...

Without saying a word he moved his hand to his own crotch and lowered his zip. He unbuttoned the top of his black trousers to reveal the faint glow of his white shorts beneath. With a deft movement he reached into them, wrapped his long fingers around his longer shaft and pulled it free. It slapped up against the material of his shirt, the foreskin pulling back to reveal his huge, angry looking head. He lifted his ass slightly from the seat and slipped his clothes further down, letting his pair of heavy, hairless balls fall freely between his legs. He could smell his own sweaty cock, the pre cum that had leaked before when he had told Simon that he wanted to fuck him.

He knew he couldn’t fuck him now, but he could feel his cum shoot at the back of the boy’s throat.

Without looking at Simon he reached out his left arm, took the youth by the back of the neck and pulled his head down to his crotch. Keeping full control of the short, curly hair he pressed Simon’s face to his balls. Immediately he felt a tongue start to lick and lips start to pinch and bite. He cupped the back of Simon’s head in his hand, scrunching up the hair and controlling where the boy’s face could go. He reached down and scooped up the loose flesh of his balls in his hand, wrapped his fingers around it and shoved one of his globes towards the hungry mouth. Simon’s breath was hot and his tongue wet as it licked on the offered flesh. His mouth was wide and soft as it covered the tender orb and Rob groaned with pleasure as he felt it slip between the gentle lips.

‘Suck my balls boy,’ he whispered. ‘Get them wet, lick my balls all over.’

He heard Simon grunt back, his mouth full and he felt the lad adjust his position. Simon moved slightly so that he could get closer to Rob’s sack and Rob changed hands. He controlled the boy’s head with his right hand now as his left dived under the lad’s coat and into the crack at the back of his jeans.

‘Now lick my cock,’ Rob whispered harshly. ‘Start licking the shaft, upwards and slow. Get all seven inches of it real wet. When it fills the back of your throat you’ll love it. Lick me.’

Some of Cal's illustrations from chapter 6: