Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2018 01:08:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: "tag.michaels@yahoo.com" <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ursus Cubs

This is another story borne from a dream. The entire scene in the restroom
was part of the dream including how the boys were dressed, or undressed. I
woke up with a clear memory of it and thus, a story was borne. Will there
be more than 1 chapter? I have no clue. Just n-joi the moment.

Hugs,
Tag
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I don't know what exactly brought me there, aside from the fact that I had
to piss really bad. If one believes in something along the lines of cosmic
forces, destiny, the force, preordination perhaps even God then it makes
some sort of sense or, perhaps, even perfect sense. Regardless, I pulled my
van into the parking lot of what appeared to be a very run down old bowling
alley. It didn't look out of place on the street I'd been on or the
neighborhood I was traveling through. When the freeway on & off ramp had
been built 3 miles away some 20 years prior, it had sucked all the business
out of the area leaving empty shells of building, burned out street lights
and all the rest of the signs of the death of commerce.

I got out and glanced around, saw a few older model cars scattered about
the parking lot, an expanse of ages old blacktop dotted about with varying
sized pot holes like a bad case of teenage acne. Weeds grew through the
multitude of cracks and in a few places, small trees had actually taken
root.

I headed toward the front doors, one side of the double glassed entry still
covered by the wrought iron security gate. The gate on the right side was
folded back like an accordion to reveal the full length glass door which
had faded Duct tape covering a crack that wavered to and fro down from the
center mounted push bar to the bottom frame on the opposite corner.

I stepped inside to a half lit lobby, could hear a ball hit a lane
seemingly at the far end of building. I walked up the 3 steps to the main
part of the bowling alley and surveyed my surroundings. Indeed, at the far
left end a single man was rolling a game. Just to my left another guy was
behind a counter, forearms resting on said counter, and reading a
newspaper, the stub of a cold cigar stuck in his mouth. He glanced at me
and went back to reading as if I wasn't there.

From where I stood, the 8 or so lanes to the left were lit and seemed
habitable and at least minimally inviting, while everything to the right
was barely lit and distinctly uninviting. I supposed that it was a move to
save electricity or something but honestly, it felt like I'd stepped into a
Stephen King novel. That feeling became more strong over the next10
minutes.

A glance to each side showed a sign for the restrooms, the one on the left
about center of that wall and on the right, farther down. I went right out
of habit but later reflected that it might have been because of those
things listed in the second sentence of the story. As I got closer to the
sign I saw 2 boys come in through a door from the outside. They came toward
me and turned into the doorway to the restrooms, hardly giving me a
glance. This is where it really started to get interesting.

I had noticed over the past 6 months or so a growing trend, or fad if you
will. We've all seen them through the years although my years were more
limited than many people, being barely 29 years old. Each generation had
their own "thing" or behavior or style of dress. This one was a little more
weird than others that I was familiar with. Boys carrying stuffed
bears. Large stuffed bears not the little Teddy Bear that kids generally
carry by one paw on their way to bed. No, these varied in size but
generally were the size of a 4 year old child, sometimes bigger. Big fuckin
bears.

Some boys, and it was always boys, not girls, carried them attached to
their backpacks, others sat on top of their rolling book bags, attached to
the tow handle. Still others were latched right to the boys' back, the top
paws wrapped around the boys' neck. I'd seen some that were wrapped around
a boys' waist and some wrapped around both waist and neck.  They were
likely held in place by Velcro but I wouldn't know because I'd had no
occasion to check.

 The bears were various colors but typically a brown or tan of some sort,
there were other colors, even pink and of course the boys were even more
varied in their attire, as boys usually are. One thing I did notice was the
boys' age because typically they looked like maybe 11-13 years old. I'd
never seen any older than that and rarely what I would have considered
younger. Perhaps it was some sort of Gen Z thing, the name attached to the
current generation of young people.

These two however were wearing tan Chinos, or dockers and light grey
sneakers or skater type of shoes. They both wore 3 button Polo shirts and
overall, their attire gave off the impression of being a uniform. Both boys
had their bears on their back, one attached to his low slung back pack and
the other as I described above, the arms wrapped around the boys' neck.

I made it to the entry, an open arch with girls to the left and boys to the
right, kind of like Costco restrooms only these had a door into the
respective bathroom. I pushed through and entered a different world.

The restroom was much larger than I expected and there had to be at least a
dozen and a half boys milling about in there. All of them were wearing tan
Chino's and grey shoes, most had a bear on their back or even on their
front or, as I said, resting against the tow handle of their rolling book
bag, or carryon case or what the fuck ever. They all wore Polo shirts in
every color imaginable, but all were pastel colors. Some were solid, some
had stripes, some had the alligator on the breast.

The urinals were on the right wall and three toilet stalls on the left but
they were not enclosed. It was clear that any walls and doors had been torn
down so the toilets were sitting out in the open. Thus, as I passed through
the crowd of boys I looked down on a boy sitting on a toilet, pants and
underwear down around his ankles and his knees splayed open. I could easily
see and hear that he was pissing. He glanced up at me and smiled as though
he just standing fully clothed on a street corner.

I had to step around 2 or 3 boys to get to the urinals where 3 other boys
had stepped up and were doing their business. The boy next to me had shoved
his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh and hauled his shirt up out of
the way and was letting his piss flow hands free. He couldn't have been
more than 12, had a very small amount of hair growing at the base of his
cock, and not a bad cock either, as if there were any such things as a bad
cock. I hauled my stuff out and let his hang while it bled out.

"Nice cock," the kid said and when I looked down at him he had an ear to
ear grin plastered on his smooth face.

"You too," I responded. He shook his head.

"Not really but thank you for saying so." He finished before me but did
nothing to close up shop, just let his stuff be in the air with his eyes on
mine. I finally finished, milked and squeezed, tucked in then I turned to
see another boy about 10 feet away, maybe age 12 or 13 standing talking to
3 other boys.

The kid had long black hair that was pulled into a pony tail which did sort
of enhanced the roundness of his face. He was kind of cute and reminded me
of Blanket Jackson at that age or even Tye Trujillo. The thing was that he
didn't have on anything below his waist. He was wearing a Pink Polo shirt
with thin pale blue horizontal stripes in sets of 3 spaced 4 inches apart
but nothing else which very nicely showed off his plumbing, which was eye
catching. His uncut cock was a chubby but not real long, his plump balls
were clumped together like 2 chicken eggs in a thin paper sack that was
tied off at the neck so they sat side by side and weren't hanging one below
the other. He had a little patch of pitch black hair at the base of his
dick but his ball sac looked smooth.

I watched him tug on underwear which turned out to be a pair of girls'
panties, white with pink trim and colorful little teddy bears all over
them. They held his boy stuff quite admirable. As he reached down to cup
and adjust himself he looked at me and smiled then spoke to a taller boy
whose back was to me. That boy turned, saw me and waved and began moving
among the other boys in my direction.

As the boys parted to allow him through I saw that he too was without
pants. He was wearing a pair of bikini briefs that were also bear themed,
the bears much large and more masculine that the other boys were. He wasn't
any older than the other boy's but his boy bulge indicated a nice surprise,
and he gave off the vibe of being a leader.

The boy coming toward me had dark brown hair styled somewhat short, was
very cute and had gentle doe brown eyes that were framed by thick eyebrows
and long dark lashes. His lips were to die for.

"Azarias," he said as he got close, "we are so glad you made it."

Okay, so the Stephen King feeling had really started now. My name is in
fact Azarias, an almost unheard of name, but most of my friends call me
"Z". How this kid knew it I had no idea and it sounded like he, or they,
had been expecting me.

"My name is Azzedine, you see we have things in common already. I know your
name because you deliver packages to and for my uncle's business quite a
bit." Indeed, I ran my own "right now" delivery business delivering
packages, documents or other "same day" deliveries for people and
businesses in our 5 million plus population metro area. Because I used a 15
passenger van I also transported groups of people when necessary for like
airport runs, business lunches and such. I'd run the business since I was18
and while I wasn't getting rich I was making an above average income.

"So, what's the deal here anyway," I asked, "what is this about?" Azzedine
gave me a smile that I interpreted as indulgent.

"We are the Ursus Cubs, a sometimes loose but mostly tight group of boys
who share the same ideas, goals, fears, thoughts about things. We are also
gay bi-sexual or questioning. We all come from homes where there is a lack
of overall support due to workaholic parents, not being able to talk about
stuff openly, where there is drug and alcohol, or other abuse. We look out
for each other, support each other and love each other. Our ages are 11-14,
sometimes a little younger but so far not older and no girls obviously."

I couldn't remember ever having had such a lucid, articulate and
well-formed conversation, let alone with a young teenage boy. A few other
boys had stopped what they were doing to listen to our conversation and
those that could hear it nodded their heads as the boy talked.

"How is it that you were expecting me," I asked respectfully, "and how do I
fit in here because I assume that's the goal." Azzedine smiled.

"Partially it was hope and partially I willed it to happen," the boy
responded. "I know that when you are at my uncles' businesses, of which
there are 5, you use the restroom every time, sometimes twice. The last
delivery you made today was to a self-storage place with no bathroom so, I
figured you'd stop here. But I also dreamed it 6 days ago."

The last part of that triggered a memory of a dream that I'd had recently
too, and it had to do with the situation I was in right then, being around
boys with bears. Being a believer in Jung's theories of the collective
unconscious and dreamwork including pre-cognitive dreams, which I'd had for
years, things started to make a little more sense and the Stephen King
feeling was dwindling. The kid went on.

"We need a "deducter". That is Latin for guide, teacher, mentor whatever
you want to call it. We need an adult we can trust to talk to about stuff,
to maybe help us sometimes, offer guidance." I asked the obvious question
and the boy smiled again.

"Because I've watched you as have some of the other boys. Because you're a
gay boy like us." I was going to ask but he stopped me. "Remember that
black haired boy that flirted with you a few weeks ago and you flirted
back?" I did, very clearly remember. He'd been a cutie and was all but
shameless in his flirting behavior and actually asked if I would let him
suck my cock. I'd said if I had time I certainly would. So, I nodded my
head.

"Jamie," my new friend called out and the crowd parted to allow the boy to
come forward and indeed, it was the same boy and he was sporting the same
grin he had the day I saw him. "The other thing Azarias, is that we all
want to experience sex with a man but it has to be someone we like and
trust. I and a few others have seen you around enough to know that you can
be the things we need a mentor to be and besides, you're hot. So, will you
do it, at least the deducter part?" By then every boy in the room had his
attention on the discussion. I heard more than a few voices utter "Please
say yes," or some variation thereof.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into but it felt good, it felt safe
and non-threatening. I nodded my head and the room all but erupted with
boys clapping and yelling then patting my back, my arm, even my
ass. Clearly it meant a great to deal all of them.

"Would you drive us to our clubhouse Azarias," my new friend asked. "It is
in the Gateway Industrial Park." I agreed to do as they asked, a little
surprised at their location. It was a gated and guarded complex that housed
warehouses and offices of some high end business's and the rent did not
come cheap by any means. The security people all knew me and I had my own
badge to get in so it caused me to wonder even more. Azzedine saw the
question on my face and said he'd explain it as we went.

So, we left the building and the boys all piled into my van which,
thankfully, was devoid of any packages. Still they had to double up on some
of the seats but nobody seemed to mind. Azzedine sat in the front seat and
Jamie sat on the floor between our seat.  Azzedine explained things to me
on the 20 minute drive.

It turns out that Jamie's grandfather was quite wealthy and Jamie was the
only grandchild at that point. He adored his grandson beyond belief, was
aware of the Jamie's sexual orientation and while he may not understand it,
he fully supported the boy. As such he allowed Jamie and his friends to
utilize an unused set of offices at the back part of one of the many huge
warehouses that he owned. It had its own private entry and loading bay, a
small but full kitchen, a large living area and a sleeping area with a half
dozen beds in individual cubicles in addition to some business
offices. Another thing it had was an exercise room. It wasn't huge by any
means but had been large enough to hold some free weights, treadmill, a
couple of weight machines and the like. It had a large bathroom and 4
individual showers which were nothing more than a small area with a shower
curtain that surrounded it. So of course, the boys took down the curtains
to create more of a with a large communal type of shower area.

The space had originally been rented and remodeled by a company that did
long haul but had been vacant for a good year. They had provided a place to
stay for drivers or sales personnel that were in transit so thus save money
on other accommodations. All the utilities were included into the rest of
the warehouse and were paid by Jamie's grandfather. The boys were all given
badges to get in and out of complex, but they also had individual codes so
if the badge got lost it would be useless to anyone who might find it. The
badge also allowed them into their part of the building and Jamie, along
with Azzedine and another boy had remotes for the loading bay door.

Many, but not all, of the boys were from well to do, if not wealthy
families, some of whom were supported by their families while others
weren't. Some of the supportive families contributed to the cause by
providing furniture, food, or other things for the boys' clubhouse. All the
boys were honor roll students or close to it and those who weren't were
tutored by the others. They were all high achievers, eschewed all mood
altering substances and many played at least one sport and most played a
musical instrument, or 2.

There was other talk as we drove, other boys asking questions or offering
information and we eventually reached our destination where I was passed
through the gate without having to stop. The complex covered some 40 acres
but I was guided to where we needed to go which was the backside of a
massive warehouse. As we approached I saw a door rolling open and was
directed inside where we all disembarked.

We were in a large open space, perhaps 10,000 square feet. There was what
appeared to be a small office with sliding glass windows again the wall on
the driver's side and a set of stairs that went up along the front wall
then did 90° right and went up another wall behind the office to the
second floor. Azzedine led the way and badged us through the door at the
top of the stairs in what would have been a waiting room.

It wasn't a large room and a few chairs along with some end tables dotted
the industrial carpet. Against the inner wall was an open reception counter
and behind the sliding glass windows were a few desk chairs and what looked
like 2 long chrome clothing racks. Our ersatz leader led us through an open
door into a hallway, to the left of which was the reception area. We filed
through a large arched doorway into the aforementioned room and along the
far wall were a pair of clothing racks. They looked to be 10 feet long and
were on wheels, the hanger bar, replete with hangers, was about head high
and above that a grated shelf for storage. The bottom frame of the racks
was also a grated shelf. The boys set their packs down and began to
undress.

"We take our outer clothing off before going into the apartment so to
protect it from spills or tears or such stuff," Azzedine explained.

"And cum," another boy added and got some laughs. Azzedine grinned then
went on,

"For a few of these boys it's the nicest clothes they own, Azarias."

"And of course it makes it easier if some fun gets started," Jamie said
with a grin.

"You mean WHEN some fun gets started," another kid said and got more
chuckles. The boys all took their shoes off and set them on the bottom
rack, next were pants and then shirts, both of which went on the hanger,
then hung on the hanger bar. I disrobed right along with them and as I
glanced around so too did the boys although more were glancing at me than
each other.

At least 3 boys were wearing girls' panties, but aside from that was a
variety of typical boy's underwear. Interestingly there wasn't a pair of
boxers in the collection and very few boxer briefs. There were the
obligatory tighty whiteys, and colored briefs but also plenty of bikini and
trunk style underwear. Needless to say, there were a multitude of colors
and prints, many by AE but also Calvin, Papi etc and plenty were a bear
print of some kind. One boy was wearing a jock strap style underwear that
showed off some potential, one of those being a dynamite ass. I was wearing
AE, as usual, in this case white trunks with a light green trim and
waistband with an overall pattern of little palm trees, either singly or in
pairs bracing an orange sun. Some boys were wearing undershirts, other were
topless, as was I.

"Let's go meet," Azzedine said and I followed him out of the room, ogling
his tight little butt, down the short hall past the bathroom then through
another door that was unlocked, and into a decent sized living room and
kitchen with bar seating. There were a couple of sofas. 4 arm chairs, some
bean bag chairs and even a sling chair. As they milled about and got
settled I was able to check them out and I have to say there were some
cuties in the mix, no chubbies, no deformities and few boys of color and
those were very light skinned. There were some credible boy bulges but
nothing that appeared huge although, as I said, Azzedine seemed to be
packing a nice one. Azzedine had me sit in an arm chair alongside him.

Azzedine started with introductions and the boys went around the room
stating their name and age and I have to say it almost sounded like a boys
choir because there was very little bass. 14 of the boys were 12 & 13, the
rest 11 with the exception of a 10 year old.  I was told there were 6 boys
missing but that some of them might show up throughout the rest of the
afternoon and evening. At that a light chime sounded.

"Somebody just came in," Azzedine explained. I was introduced but all the
boys already knew my name. One precocious cutie asked if I was going to
have sex with all of them which got a chorus of "yea's" and "yes's" and
other affirmative comments. I figured I'd fallen into a boy lover's
dream. I held up a hand.

"Uuhhmm, gosh you guys, I don't know if I can do that, you're so young." I
tried to keep a straight face but it didn't matter. At that point every boy
in the room leapt from wherever they were and mobbed me, gently punching
and poking, grabbing my crotch, pushing their crotches into my face and all
the while laughing like any group of boys would and saying things like "no
we're not" and "yes you are" and "we'll make you get a boner," among other
things.

"What the hell," a new voice said, and everybody turned, including me. Two
boys had come into the room, one maybe 11 years old and adorable while the
other one was 13 probably and absolutely gorgeous. He was just a taste on
the tall side compared to the rest of the boys, slender, with a mop of dark
brown hair with bangs that would have grazed his thick eyebrows but his
hair was styled into a tousled "just fucked" look so they weren't. He had
high and defined cheekbones, amazing blue eyes and the most kissable lips
imaginable. 20 years in the future, an Australian boy that looked a lot
like this boy would emerge on the scene with the title of the most handsome
boy on the planet. That boy would be William Franklin Miller. This boy was
wearing underwear identical to mine.

"Kilian," a chorus of boys called out. Everybody moved as the teen came
into the room, some going back to their seats and other going over to say
hello. I chose to stand to greet the kid.

"Hi," he said first, "I'm Kilian and you must be Azarias. Nice underwear."
I wondered how he knew my name but didn't bother with any questions.

"Yes, I am, nice to meet you Kilian. I see you have great taste in
underwear as well." He nodded his head and smiled.

"So, guys, "this is Morocco, the boy I told you about that wants to be an
Ursus cub." The boy in question looked to be 10 but turned out to be
halfway through his 11th year. He was a small statured boy a little on the
shy side, with dark brown hair shot through with some lighter strands. It
was on the long side, over his ears and eyebrows and caused him to have a
somewhat waif-ish look that did nothing to detract from his smooth adorable
face. He had huge hazel colored eyes and while his lips were a little bit
on the small side they were still well formed and definitely worth closer
inspection.

"Let's do the introductions again," Azzedine said and round they went. When
it was done Kilian asked what the commotion had been and one of the boys
explained it which caused Kilian to laugh heartily.

"It's pretty hard to say no to this group when it comes to sex," the
beautiful boy said. "So, let's get the business done." The meeting was
typical of any business meeting I'd ever seen. The boys took turns
reporting on things like chores and who was assigned what for the following
week. Chores included laundry, vacuuming, making sure the dishwasher was
run and dishes put away, cleaning the bathroom and shower and all manner of
other household chores. Needless to say each boy was responsible for
cleaning up after themselves particularly when it was only a few of them
using the clubhouse.

Another boy reported that the club's bank account was around $1,200 and
some change. Three boys requested new pants, and two need new shoes. "For
you new guys, the club gets all of our clothes and bears at a very deep
discount thanks to Jamie's grandpa. I think we should get him a thank you
card or something. Still, we ask boys who can afford it to pay half the
cost. Your shirts are on you, ha-ha, but as everybody knows, Polo shirts in
pastel colors are our uniform." When the treasury report was done a boy
raised his hand and was given the go ahead.

"I'm Tucker," he started, "My dad got us a bunch of passes for the roaming
art exhibit at the Dandridge museum downtown. They're good for any day
except holidays." That garnered a great deal of interest from most of the
boys.

"Oh, by the way," another boy said, "Astro has to get his appendix taken
out so we should send him a card." Someone else wonder aloud if they would
shave his pubes off and someone else said it wouldn't matter cuz there
wasn't much there anyway. Things wound down from there.

"Okay, let's get to the welcoming ceremony," Kilian said. He explained that
newbies were welcomed by getting a full mouth kiss from each group
member. Also, as part of that, they each got to feel up the new guy through
their underwear, the new guy couldn't touch. It was only to be a 3-5 second
experience with each boy and of course the idea was to generate boners for
everybody. When asked if we were alright with that both Morocco and I
nodded our heads.

He and I stood side by side and were directed to offer the first kiss to
each other, and both were allowed to feel the other one up. We engaged,
mouth open and tongues touching while each had a hand at the other's
crotch. Morocco was already on his way to a boner while I remained
completely soft. We separated and the process began. The group divided
evenly and a line formed in front of me and Morocco. After a boy did his
greeting he went to the other line and thus each boy kissed and fondled us
both. I have to say; those boys all knew how to kiss and how to fondle. It
didn't take long before I was fully hard and boys were gripping and
stroking my cock and murmuring about how bad they wanted it. When it was
done there wasn't an un-tented pair of underwear in the room and some of
them looked quite promising, Kilian and Azzedine being two of them along
with another little hottie whose bulge belied his seemingly young age.

"Well, that worked the way it was s'pose to," one boy said and got
chuckles. Azzedine then grabbed a bag from the kitchen counter and pulled
something out of it which turned out to be bingo coins. About the size of a
child's fake wood coin, there was a number on it and that each boy would
pick a coin and remember the number then put the coins in a red plastic
bowl. Then Morocco and I would pick a coin out of the bowl and that's the
boy that we would start with. He asked us if we were okay with that and we
were. He ended by stating that "stop" meant just that. If a boy said stop;
you stopped. It was also the boys' responsibility to say why and it was
everybody's responsibility to ask for what they wanted. They might not get
it but communication was a real big with this crew.

Morocco drew first and showed his coin and Kilian stepped
forward. Everybody clapped. Their thinking was that having an older boy for
your first time was always a good way to start. I drew a coin and a very
cute boy stepped forward and everybody clapped.

"I'm Coda," he said in a voice that was struggling to deepen and not
succeeding. He looked to be maybe 5'4, was slightly round of face but it
didn't detract at all from his cuteness. His hair was a variety of blonde
shades but dominated by dark blonde at the base and whiter blonde on the
ends and other shades in between. Coupled with the length and waviness,
which was an unkempt long that covered his ear and almost his eye, it was
kind of the quintessential surfer look. His eyes were a grey blue, totally
mesmerizing, his lips in dire need of having my lips pressed against them.

Coda's body wasn't highly defined like more slender boys, but was still
slightly rounded in the belly with baby fat without being a chubby boy. I
had no doubt that he'd grow out of it over the next year, something I would
dearly love to witness. I draped my arm across Coda's shoulders and the boy
snuggled right into me and put an arm around my waist while we watched the
rest of the process.

Kilian had the boys move into 2 groups then selected the appropriate number
of coins and put them in the bowl. The first group each picked one, held
the number in their heads and then put the coins back in the bowl however
there was one change in the process which was a plain coin with no
number. The boy that got it was allowed to join any couple he chose or to
be invited to join a couple for a 3 way.

Jamie drew the first one and waited until the second group got their coin
and coupled up with their counterpart. A younger boy got the second one and
both boys chose a couple to join. I would learn later that a boy couldn't
choose a newbie, the thinking being that the process might be overwhelming
enough without adding to it.

"Let's go to the playroom," Azzedine said and got a chorus of agreement. We
trundled out of the living room and went farther down the hall to the large
room at the end that had held the exercise equipment. Many of the boys'
were still tented but regardless of that I was in the middle of the mob so
got to ogle many tight little butts inside those briefs and trunks.

Inside the room was indeed a playroom. There were 6 king sized mattresses
laid out next to each other in 2 rows to create a massive bed, each
mattress having a mattress cover and a single fitted sheet over it. On one
corner was a stack of top sheets and on another a stack of blankets. There
were pillows scattered all over the bed and more in a huge wicker basket in
one corner of the room. Next to that was another smaller basket filled with
hand towels. It goes without saying that the sheets, blankets and pillow
cases were all bear themed.

"Often times the first session with newbies is a jack off session,"
Azzedine explained, "but that isn't a rule by any means." A bunch of boys
were very vocal about their support for that experience and I didn't have a
problem with it and said okay. Boys began peeling their underwear and
tossing them into the corner closest to the door. Not wanting to be a prude
I did the same and of course, every boy there was watching me.

"Holy shit" "I want that" "such a beautiful cock" "look at those balls"
were a few of the comments. I was pushing 7¾ inches of uncut cock and
large low hanging balls and the entire works was shaved smooth so probably
looked even larger to this group.

While I was being checked out I was just as busy checking boys out. Both
Azzedine and Kilian were sporting decent sized cocks, both fairly evenly
matched at around 6 plus inches. Morocco looked to be totally smooth while
Jamie had a slight sprinkling of short black hair.

"How about 5 minutes of making out to get things revved up," a boy
suggested and got a full round of agreement.

"You got the clock then Markus." It was only then that I noticed the large
clock dead center on the wall at the foot end of the bed. I had to chuckle
at the boys' thoroughness as well as their knowledge. The face of the clock
was a head shot of Teddy Roosevelt in his Roughrider hat. For those who
don't know, the Teddy Bear was created by Michtom and Steiff, toy makers,
and named after Mr. Roosevelt.

Boys started piling on the bed, coupled up with their partners and in at
least one case two couples together to create a boy quad. Coda and I
snuggled up together and the boy asked me if I liked to kiss. I asked him
if a bear shit in the woods and he said not necessarily then moved in
closer.

The kissing started as soft gently types of kisses, each of our hands
resting on the other person's hip or waist. It didn't take but 20 seconds
before it went to full on, tongue in the mouth passionate spit
swapping. Coda moaned softly as I tongue fucked his face, and his hand
moved down to take hold of my raging hard cock to squeeze and stroke.  I
broke the kiss and went straight for the boys' neck to nuzzle and suck
which caused even louder moaning, although his was only one among a dozen
other moans and groans that was going on around us. Coda had continued to
work my cock so I slipped my hand between us to play with his, finding it
as hard as any other cock I'd ever experienced. I wanted to suck him but
didn't know the rules. Coda clarified it for me.

"Go ahead Azarias," he said softly, "suck it, it's okay." Coda rolled onto
his back and I glanced around as I moved down, noticing plenty of cock
sucking going on. I simply admired him for a moment. Uncut, he was hitting
5 inches or so, the bright red tip of the head poking out from under its
fleshy hat. He had the beginnings of a patch of hair that seemed even
distributed across the center 2 inches of his pubic bone. Many were light
colored and none could have been longer than 1/10th of an inch. His balls
were totally smooth and hung rather low in their satiny sac. His cock
throbbed with each beat of his heart. I took hold of him, stroked it a few
times, then lowered my head and took him into my mouth.

I bobbed my head in Coda's lap, holding his cock with one hand and fondling
his smooth balls with the other. The began to moan loudly and gently thrust
his hip against my head bobs, fucking my mouth. Around us the room was
alive with the sounds of pleasure, of lust. In a time that seemed shorter
than possible a boy called out

"Time." I rolled away from Coda who rolled then moved into my arms for more
deep throated kissing.

"Let's get the weasel's squeezed so we can get down to some serious
fuckin," someone said loudly and got plenty of agreement. I thought that
was a funny line. Coda and I broke apart and I looked around to see a whole
crop of boners, boys who were panting heavily, and many whose eyes were
half lidded in lust. All around us boys went onto their back and began the
process, pumping their hard young cocks.

I had done my share of circle jerks when I was a boy but this was like a
shot at the Guinness book of records. There were 19 boys plus me, all
naked, all hard, and all going the ages old ritual that males do, jacking
off together. I watched one youngling straddle a friend and hold their
cocks together then jack them. I watch other boys kissing, other boys in a
top down 69, one getting his asshole rimmed and jacking his boner while
licking boy was doing the same thing. I figured the kid on top would get a
facial out of the deal.

I watched boy's tugging on their balls, boys mauling their nipples, boys
reaching down to finger their young pussies. With that many boys' pounding
their peckers there was a shit load of variety. Next to me, Coda was
working his cock and fondling his sac. He was a damned cute boy, had a
terrific body, in that he was slender with all the creases and crevices in
the right places.

"I'm gonna cum soon," a high pitched voice called out. I glanced across the
sea of mattresses but couldn't tell who uttered the words but did identify
the next boy who said "me too", one of the younger boys. Pretty soon both
boys cried out as their orgasms ripped through their bodies, and thrust
their narrow little hips up off the bed.

"Why don't we circle up you guys," Jamie said and since their was plenty of
agreement everybody stopped and began the process of creating a huge
circle. The cool thing about that was that the boys all needed their hands
for some degree of balance while moving on a mattress so their cocks and
balls were all uncovered and there's nothing quite like a bobbing boy boner
and there I had 2 dozen of them almost.

More boys had pubic hair that not, all balls were dropped but smooth, about
half were uncut and they ran an average of 5 to 5½ inches if I'd had to
guess. As stated Kilian and Azzedine were the largest, except for me and
the half naked black haired boy I'd seen in the restroom was sporting a
decent tool as well, the 3 of them pushing 6 plus inches.

I'd done circle jerks as a boy but this was an entirely different
matter. Every boy presents was working his cock with a vengeance. Some were
playing with their balls and in some cases playing with someone else's
balls. Boys were rubbing their bellies or chests, some were tweaking their
nipples while a few had their hands further down between their legs and
diddle their puckered little holes.

Many of the younger boys were paying more attention to the older ones than
their own boners and I figured it was because they weren't yet making sperm
and loved watching the fireworks of a boy shooting. Hell, who of us didn't.

"Can someone cum on my face," a high pitched voice asked. He got at least 2
affirmative answers to the request. A second voice made the same request
then a 3rd one but he said boys could cum all over his body of someone
wanted to.

"Why don't you 3 do a semi and we'll kneel around you," Azzedine
suggested. That sounded me like a scenario that had played out before,
perhaps even often. Everybody moved, once again, boners were bobbing
branches in the wind. The 3 younglings spread out like a trident, heads
closer together with the other ends of their bodies much farther
apart. That way more boys had access to one body or another, some kneeling
at the heads while other lined up along their bodies.

I was in a position at the head of an adorable 11 or 12 year old with
platinum blonde hair and Kilian was right next to me, our bodies touching
slightly. Azzedine was two boys over and kneeling at a boys' side facing my
direction. Chubby dick boy, whose cock was indeed thick from base to head
was kneeling two boys down.

And the process started again. Plenty of boys hand their free hands on
their balls, others with their hand between their balls and their inner
thigh, cupping and squeezing their thigh gently. I always wondered why so
many boys did that. I did that as a boy, not so much as an adult. A few
boys ran their fingers up and down their butt cracks and a few fondled the
delicious globes of the boy next to him

With that many boys squeezing the weasel it didn't take a real long time
before the orgasms hit and typically it was the younger, less experienced
boys. One announced that he was cumming and a second boy made his
announcement not 4 seconds later. Both boys worked their cocklets with a
fury and almost in tandem raised their tender little butts up off the bed
and cried out with all manner of comments.

"Rennie is almost always first," Kilian said then added, "I want that cock
in my ass. I know every other boy does too but I want to be at the head of
the line." He hadn't stopped stroking at all and as I glanced downward he
let go of it so I could get a full view.

"I'd like that in an orifice as well," I said. The boy leaned in close,
tilted his head and we planted lips against each other for a brief kiss,
one hand cupping my butt cheek. When he broke the kiss Kilian left his hand
in place. Another announcement brought us back to the room just as a young
spermer shot his load, a couple of smaller globs that landed between one of
the prone boys' outie belly button and his nipples.

"Here I go," Jamie cried out and fired 3 nice squirts onto one of the boys'
face. I won't do a play by play because there were too many of them but
cocks began going off like fire hoses. Most of them were shooting onto the
boys laying before us.

"I'm gonna fire," the boy with the chubby cock called out. As I said, the
kid wasn't that long but he had some girth to his boyhood pride and joy. I
wouldn't mind having some quality time with him. His equally plump balls
gave up the first real amount of sperm, 5 solid jets of the stuff, that all
but blasted the smooth face of the little blonde he was kneeling next to.

"Oh God, Oh fuck," the little boy groaned as his face got splattered in
gooey teenage boy goodness. The kid was pounding his pecker and by the time
squirting boy was ending the kids' body was wracked with a powerful orgasm.

"That's Jayson," Kilian said quietly. "He has the hardest cums I've ever
seen or he's a very good actor. But it's always like that for him. Around
us more boys were squirting and doing their best to get their sperm on one
of the boys' bodies.

"I'm there," Kilian said suddenly and thrust his hips outward. He let forth
with a long stream of sperm that hit his boys' chin and draped down onto
his neck and chest. The beautiful teen gave up 5 jets of thick cum that
made a hell of a mess on the kids' torso. Watching the whole scene got me
to sperming stage a little quicker than usually although it had also been 5
or 6 days since I'd cum.

"Here goes," I announced and of course almost every boy there focused his
attention on me. I tugged my balls, pulling and squeezing on the eggs then
groaned loudly as my body shivered almost violently and I began to shower
my boy in sperm. The first two jets were long and thick, the next two were
like a fizzy soda, spreading out into globlets of cum that rained down all
over the kids body.

"Holy fuck," somebody said and got a similar agreement from a couple of
others. The next two were squirts that shot out and twirled around like a
bolo before landing on the boy who appeared to be cumming as well. The last
bit were more likes burps of sperm then the typical oozing which then hung
off the end of my cock like a fishing line.

Azzedine finally shot and gave a respectable showing, anointing the boy he
was kneeling above, splattering the boys' hair and face. By that time there
were only a couple boys left, both of which simply stopped stroking and
said they'd hold off til the next round.

"Do you always make that much jizz," a younger boy asked me and I nodded my
head.

"That would leak out of an asshole like a faucet," another kid said.

"Not if Astro was here. He'd clean that shit up as fast as it leaked out."
There was some murmuring and head nods of agreement. Kilian explained that
Astro was a cum loving fool and would almost rather eat sperm than get
fucked.

"Almost, but not quite," the kid with the chubby cock said as he idly
tugged on his now empty balls. "My name is Jett by the way." I nodded my
head in acknowledgement.

"I'm starving," someone said and got murmurs of agreement.

"How about if we order pizza so we got energy for the next round," a sperm
faced blond boy said. That generated a cacophony of "yeas".

"The usual," Kilian asked and got a full round of yes's. To me he said "we
get 6 large ones, 2 each of all meat, barbequed chicken and veggies,
pepperoni and sausage with olives onions and cheese." I said it sounded
fine with me. Somebody else asked if they could get dessert pizza's too and
got the okay from Azzedine. I was thinking to myself that was going to be a
hefty bill then wondered if I was expected to chip in, which I'd be happy
to do but of course, Azzedine read my mind.

"We have an account at triple P," he said, referring to an extremely
popular local chain named Pedro's Pizza Palladium. "Jamie's gramps picks up
the tab." Said boy left to make the call while the rest of us went about
cleaning up although the 3 spermed boys headed for the showers.

"We can go hang out in the living room while we wait," Kilian said, so off
we went.