End
"Where are Jason and Zack when you need them," Billy fumed.
He was having no difficulty finding the girls; it seemed every time he turned around, there was Kimberly or Trini looking insufferably chipper, but he was not in the mood for pussy. What he wanted was a nice, hard cock, and his male compatriots were not to be found.
Trini might do, if she remained morphed.
The Blue Ranger had already tried the Youth Center; that had been fruitless. Presently, he was searching the park.
Ah ha!
There was Zack --but with his Hip Hop-kido class. Growling with impatience, Billy found a place to sit and wait.
He wasn't at all interested in watching the students perform their routines, merely the sensei's bod. And it wasn't the way those broad shoulders flexed and biceps rippled or the glimpse of sweaty, sculpted pecs peeking out from under the black tanktop which held him rapt. His mind was focused solely on what those loose, striped pants concealed.
"Yo, Billy!" the Black Ranger called out once class was dismissed. Smiling affably, he wandered over. "Shouldn't you be in your lab or something? What brings you to this corner of the park?"
"An itch I can't scratch...." Billy began in a low, hungry tone.
"Sounds like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today," Zack snickered, interrupting.
"And you're gonna scratch it for me," Billy concluded without missing a beat. He leered at his teammate, licking his lips wolfishly.
"Ooh, I love it when you're assertive... hey! Take it easy!" he yelped as Billy grabbed his crotch. "We aren't exactly alone here."
"So, let's get out of here."
With that, Billy hit his teleportation mechanism. The two barely rematerialized --sans clothing-- in Zack's room when Billy grabbed his companion and kissed him hard.
"Man, what's gotten into you today?" Zack gasped, wondering what the young genius had done with their clothes. Billy's answer was to shove him to his knees.
"Suck me 'til I'm good and hard," he demanded and fed his friend his thick cock.
Zack had no idea what was going on, but he was willing to play along. At any rate, it was going to be a short blowjob because Billy was already rock hard and oozing precome.
As for the Blue Ranger, he didn't care about the quantity or the quality of the head he received. All that mattered was pumping his prick deep into Zack's mouth.
"Oh yeah," he groaned, his body trembling with delight as he fucked his friend's talented orifice. Billy pried his heavy eyelids open to find Zack stroking himself to readiness.
"Play with that monster cock. Yeah, get it nice and hard for me." He reached over to the nightstand and tossed Zack his bottle of lubrication. "Oil that prick up real good, 'bro,' 'cause I want you in my ass --now!"
"If you like your cock hard and deep, I'm your man," the Black Ranger jibed.
"Just shut up and get on the bed," Billy snarled, bodily hauling his partner up and sitting him down on the edge of the mattress. Then, he reversed himself and sat on Zack's lap. The moment that huge head poked at his hole, the Blue Ranger had to have it. He reached between his legs to hold Zack's meat in place then backed down on it, driving it deep into his bowels.
"Yessssss!" he hissed steam-like through clenched teeth as he rode that pole wildly, grunting and groaning with exertion and pleasure. "Jerk me off, too," he added, the growl rumbling up from his toes.
"Your wish is my command."
Zack wrapped a hand around Billy's thick shaft and began pumping in time with the movements of their hips. For good measure, he used his spare hand to pinch the normally introverted Ranger's nipples, which never failed to send the young scientist over the edge.
"AAAHHHH...!" Billy screamed --literally-- as he came. Spurt after spurt of hot jizz erupted from his feverishly hot dick. Even after he was drained dry, tremors continued to quake his sweat-streaked body. Then, he passed out.
"Yo, Billy, you okay?" Zack called out, lightly slapping his companion's cheeks. That had been one of the most intense fucks he'd had --especially with Billy.
Slowly, the reserved genius regained consciousness.
"Z-Zack...?" It took Billy several minutes to collect his wits and recall where he was and what had transpired. When he did, he was utterly mortified. "I-I'm sorry, Zack. Truly. I don't know what came over me.... Did I really do what I think I did?"
"Yup," the dancer replied with a broad grin.
Billy groaned and buried his face in the pillows.
"Hey, it's cool, Billy. I knew it wasn't you; the p.m.s. was pretty bad today, huh?"
"P.M.S.?" Billy queried, arching an eyebrow to scoff at the absurd notion that he was suffering from premenstrual syndrome.
"Post Morphing Syndrome," Zack snickered, and Billy contemplated the force necessary to remove with pillow the smirk from his face. The Black Ranger laughed all the harder at seeing the annoyance on his teammate's face. "Y'know, Billy, you're a lot of fun when you're nasty!"