He’d ask for a taste if Jackson wasn’t there. Jackson taking the lead to grab his handsand pin them down in the center of his back, feet up near Theo’s face, where hewiggled his toes at him with a laugh. “Now we’re tied.” He smirked, beforetossing his hands away, swiping a wet foot across the others face, and hoppingoff. Theo spat, the funk of feet strong on his cheeks as he tried to rub it off-mindlessly whuffing at the air to catch another hit of that rank that McCallhad dug up out of his crack. I stink more than you do because I work harder, notbecause I shower less.” Jackson challenged, cutting Scott off from anotherwhine with a sharp look. “Nine times out of ten you forget to shower,McCall, just because you know the definition doesn’t mean you’re thatfamiliar.” He shot at him, before taking the moment of distraction on Theo’send to flip up underneath him- knocking him off his feet, and taking a whiff ofhis tight jean-clad ass as he fell. Maybe that was wrong.“Then Scott doesn’t count. Sniffing his fingers afterwards, andblushing at the too ripe odor coming from them. Thiccc. “Hey! Sometimes Iforget its back there! Water runs through it every time I shower, that’s goodenough.” Scott grumbled from the sidelines, unconsciously digging his fingersinto his crack to itch his wet hole. They were matched height wise, but Theo was. “Neither of us win if Scott spreads his ass.”Jackson growled, grappling with Theo, and roaring as he was tossed asidefinally- skidding across the concrete floor of the loft, and charging back atthe larger boy.
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