Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2025 09:31:02 +0000 (UTC) From: brenten fox Subject: Sir Lancelot - Chapter 20 Chapter 20 - Into the Tent The tent flap slammed shut, locking Mark, Dave, and Ethan into a stifling pit of canvas and heat. The air hit like a fist--Mark's acrid sweat stabbing sharp, Dave's rancid, earthy stench flooding thick from his hulking frame, and Ethan's muddy tang, laced with the sour, crusty reek of Dudley's dried spunk smeared across his chest and cheek. The sagging tent trapped it all, a sweaty, primal fog choking the space. Mark dropped to one elbow, chest heaving, prick swollen and leaking a sticky bead onto his thigh. Dave crashed down beside him, legs splayed wide, meaty thighs flexing as his prick jolted awake--thick, glistening, veins pulsing with raw need. Ethan bounced between them, small and grime-streaked, cocklette stiff, Dudley's flaking mark a wild trophy on his skin. Mark's eyes flicked to Dave's, lust sparking. *Fuckin' beast*, he thought, tracing Dave's sweaty bulk, that feral snarl curling his lips. *I want him--his stink, his grip*. Pride flared hotter--*and I want him on my boy, owning this*. Mark lunged, smashing his lips into Dave's in a brutal, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues collided, wet and fierce, tasting salt and filth, stubble grinding raw. Dave snarled, huge hand clamping Mark's neck, yanking him in, his breath a hot, ragged blast. The wet smack of their mouths ricocheted, a guttural edge cutting through. Ethan trembled, eyes wide, cocklette twitching. The sight--Mark's fire, Dave's hulking power--lit him up. "Me too!" he whined, voice quaking with need. Mark broke off, spit snapping between him and Dave, and turned, claiming Ethan's lips in a hard, possessive kiss. Ethan arched, tongue darting to meet him, electric with sweat and heat. Dave didn't wait--his massive frame surged forward, shoving Mark aside with a shoulder, and crashed his lips into Ethan's. His tongue plunged deep, a sloppy, ravenous sweep, lapping Mark's spit and Ethan's taste, teeth grazing as he growled low. Ethan moaned, hands scrabbling at Dave's broad shoulders, dwarfed and frantic. They became a storm--Mark and Dave trading Ethan like prey, then slamming back into each other, lips locking in a messy, brutal clash. Dave took charge, one meaty hand seizing Mark's jaw, forcing their mouths wider, tongues tangling sloppy and rough. His other hand snatched Ethan's wrist, pinning it high, stretching the boy taut as their three-way kiss erupted--lips brushing, tongues thrashing in a chaotic, shared surge, Ethan giggling shrill as they broke apart, spit streaking his chin. "More!" Ethan yelped, flushed and wild, and Dave roared into action--his kisses a barrage, slamming Mark's lips, then Ethan's, then back, a relentless cycle. His hands turned savage--fingers sinking into Ethan's hips, bruising deep, then sliding to his little ass, kneading hard, feeling the small, firm curve with a rough growl, spreading him wide with a possessive yank. His grip dropped fast, wrapping Ethan's cocklette in a scorching, vice-like hold--pumping furious, knuckles scraping, spit-slick and relentless. Ethan squealed, shrieking, body seizing in a hard, dry boy orgasm--Dave's grip a lightning storm, Mark's lick a heavy jolt. His cocklette throbbed hard, a shrill "Yes!" ripping out as he shook and shivered, legs quaking, no spill, just raw, dry spasms rocking him. Competitiveness flared--*I'm their king!*--and he lunged, small hands darting out, grabbing Mark's prick in one fist, Dave's in the other. They were hot, slick, pulsing--Mark's lean and rigid, Dave's thick and heavy like a club. Ethan's eyes widened, fascinated, squeezing them tight, tugging with a wild giggle--"So big!"--clawing Mark's chest hair with his elbow, yanking Dave's arm with his shoulder. Mark's head pounded--*he's unstoppable, my storm*--lust and pride smashing together as Dave's handsiness roared--*kid's ours, and he's takin' it*. The kissing stoked their fire, pricks dripping, slapping slick skin. Dave's eyes blazed, feral and cracked, and he dove--tongue lashing Ethan's chest like a whip, scouring Dudley's crusty spunk in long, greedy swipes. "Fuckin' swamp king's mark," he rasped, voice gravelly, lips smacking as he sucked hard, teeth scraping, sour salt exploding on his tongue. His hand pumped Ethan's cocklette tighter, faster, a brutal rhythm wrenching shrill cries. Mark's mind reeled--*Dave's devouring him, my champ*--pride surging, lust detonating--*he's all in*. Mark lunged, tongue hitting Ethan's belly, lapping dirt and his own leaked mess, a sharp tang jolting his prick. Ethan bucked, shrieking, overwhelmed--Dave's tongue a molten scourge peeling Dudley's claim, his grip on the cocklette a lightning storm per stroke, bruising and relentless. Mark's lick burned possessive, taboo dad and son lines continued to be crossed. Dave's hands dominated--huge palms crushing Ethan's ass, fingers digging into his thighs, forcing them wider. The tent's air was a swamp--Dave's rancid musk drowning Mark's bite, sour and thick, wet slaps of tongues and dripping pricks thundering. "More!" Ethan screamed, joy bursting wild. Mark's lust coiled tight, balls aching as he licked higher, tasting Ethan's chaos--*my storm*. Each swipe drove him, prick pulsing, leaking ropes against Ethan's thigh. Watching Dave's savage grip on the cocklette, his ravenous lapping moving steadily lower on the boy, finally licking his sweet little mushroom cockhead that he was grasping, shoved Mark to the edge--*we're a pack*. Mark's breath caught, body locking as he growled into Ethan's skin, the coil snapping. His prick humping his fist erupted, hot spurts streaking across Ethan's abs and then down to his hard boy bits, and Dave's ravenous tongue, a shudder tearing through as pride and release fused--*my champ's fearless*. Dave seized the peak, Ethan's squirming and Mark's climax igniting him. He reared up, tongue dragging a thick, sloppy trail up Ethan's hard boy cocklette, slurping up Mark's mess with a guttural snarl--"Fuckin' ours!" He wrapped his lips around Ethan's small hard cocklette and proceeded to suck all of Marks spudge off while causing the boy to shudder with a new set of feelings. Dave's hand pumped his own prick. Balls tight, he came off Ethan's throbbing wet pricklette and aimed and roared, thick ropes blasting from his prick--arcing high, splattering Ethan's hard little three inch boy penis and abs, and finally mixing with Mark's on the Ethan's small body. His free hand clamped Ethan's ass, squeezing hard enough to mark, shaking as he slumped, spent and heaving, prick leaking slow. Mark collapsed back, chest hammering, tongue slick with Ethan's taste. His prick dripped, pooling against Ethan's thigh, spent and heavy. Dave sprawled beside him, panting hard, meaty hand swiping his prick, a thick smear of their mess streaking his fingers--*we're a goddamn unit*. The tent's air hung thick, a swamp of musk and heat, their bond forged raw in the flickering dark. But Ethan--he wouldn't quit. He flopped between them only for a heartbeat, breathless and giggling mad, before springing up like a spark off the fire. His small frame bounced, cocklette still stiff and soaked in cum, bobbing proud, glistening with Dave's spit and their cum splattered chaos. "I'm king!" he shrieked, voice cutting sharp through the haze, scrambling over Mark's legs, then Dave's, his muddy feet smearing their thighs. He planted himself at the tent's center, hands on hips, chest puffed out--Dudley's flaking mark a badge, their fresh streaks a crown. Mark groaned, too wrecked to move, a tired smirk tugging his lips--*my storm*. Dave chuckled low, a raspy rumble, head lolling as he muttered, "Fuckin' kid--unstoppable," his eyes tracking Ethan's every twitch, pride glinting through the exhaustion. Ethan spun, giggling wild, the tent shaking with his antics. "I ruled you both!" he crowed, jabbing a finger at them, then grabbing his cocklette and giving it a triumphant tug. The canvas walls flickered with his silhouette--a pint-sized tyrant lording over their wrecked domain. Mark and Dave lay there, chests heaving, too drained to argue, just watching their champ own the night. ---This is likely the last chapter. Hope you have had fun reading! To those who wrote to me, I thank you again.