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bxxt-xxcrackxx  not my best work but I just woke up. Hope you enjoy it dude 😂😉


"Oh my god!" Quinn cried out, his eyes where fixed shut because if he opened his eyes one more time and saw Bert bouncing on his dick like that he was going to blow his load.
"Fucking move your hands....ugh fuckface.." Bert said through gritted teeth opening one eye to catch A glimpse of Quinn who was loosing his mind behind him. His mouth hanging open like that...oh god he just wanted to fuck his mouth.
Bert smirked. Grabbing Quinn's hands and forcing them to roam over his body.
"Alright s-Orry" Quinn purrs in Bert's ear before he wraps his hand around Bert's painful erection when Bert least expects it.
"JESUS!" Bert howls and bucks his hips up. Quinn scrunches his face up, "shhhhut. The. Mmm....the fuck up" he hisses between moans.
"Oohh fuck" Bert whines, "why do we always fuck when your parents are home?"
"Because we get high and drunk when they're gone" Quinn snorts and then cries out as Bert slams extra hard on Quinn's dick and his heart raced because he was amazed how he hadn't blown his loads yet.
He still hasn't opened his eyes.
But when the bed creaked because Bert's storm took a faster pace  and a harder turn Anxiety blew up inside Quinn.
"Bert...oh shit" He moans. "Shhh baby"
"Fuck....ugh you" Bert whines. "Dude, fuck off don't do this"
But just as Quinn takes his other hand and places on Bert hip to try and slow him down so the bed didn't creak Bert explodes all over his hand.
"Ohjesuschristughhhhhh....Quinn" Bert whiny moan leaves Quinn exploding inside Bert's ass like a fucking hose. "Fuck..." he hisses through gritted teeth. "Oh shit baby!" He Moans. "So good!" He rides out his orgasm with little thrusts and rolls of his hips inside Bert until Bert slides off of him carefully and sprung to his feet.
"Wanna do something!?" He says and he clambers into Quinn's boxer shorts and tries to find his shorts under the pile of clothes on the floor. "Hey Quinn?"  Bert looks up from the clothes and turns his head to the direction on Quinn on the bed who fast asleep naked and covered in jizz. And Bert wished he knew where his phone was so he could take a photo.
His mouth Was hanging open and he's already beginning to drool over the pillow.

"Quinn" Bert grins, he pounces onto the bed like the bitch from cat woman and straddles his favourite bleach blonde. "Wakey wakey" He coos in Quinn's ear. Bert's grin fades. "Oh come on" he groans. And climbs off the bed and finally spots his  shorts and slips them on.
He grabs one of Quinn's T-shirt's. His favourite police one and flips the sleeping fucker off and leaves the room and slams the door.
He wasn't angry he just had an inability to not be able to shut doors nicely.

He'd managed to score some weed behind the rehabilitation building where he got clean.
Which was pretty fucking funny in his opinion and he couldn't wait to tell Quinn about that.
He'd promised Quinn he'd go to a few NA meetings this month because apparently he'd been acting out. Personally, Bert thought that was ridiculous and his use with coke was nowhere near as bad as it was with meth but to shut his best friend up he'd a agreed and will go willingly.
It wasn't going to hurt to go to a few more meetings.

There was a meeting scheduled for today but Bert had got distracted by some girl with massive tits walking out of a pet store. He didn't particularly feel like going to a meeting today.
He admired her quietly before his cheeky and mischievous energy took over.
"Hey!" He called out and got her attention.
"Can I milk those jugs!?" He called out to from across the street and motions tits on his chest.
She scolded and flipped his off and quicken up her speed down the street while Bert cackled loudly and went round the back of the building.

It wasn't until he finished his second joint that he realised that the pain in his stomach was hunger and not because he needed a shit or was having some weird reaction to the weed.
He realised pretty quickly that he was beyond starving now and walking backs to Quinn's as  baked as he was right now seemed like the dumbest idea ever.
So he wondered into town.

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