Date: Wed, 24 Sep 2008 21:41:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: chadsboy111@yahoo.com
Subject: David Made Me

Hi, this is my first story, and I am really excited :) to write for
everyone. All the usual disclaimers apply, and please be kind :) Flamers
are welcome. Flames will be ignored.

Hi, my name is Chad, and at the time, I loved basketball. Loved it. I would
play every day, all day if I could, but school and my mom usually kept me
from an all-out obsession. So, there I was, 15 years old, and life was
great. I had no worries, and no cares. Jerked off every morning, went to
school, hung out with my family, and played. I had been going pretty
serious with the game, starting around 11. I was never a big guy, even at
the time of this story I was only 5'5" 125 lbs. but I loved to play and
never turned down a challenge.

Because of this I think, I was chosen for some traveling AAU teams when I
was in middle school, and played in some big tournaments in my home state
of Florida.. After playing with the traveling teams prior to my freshman
year, I started high school in a small catholic program in the South part
of the State. At the time, I was really young looking, no facial hair,
barely any pit hair, and completely smooth, except for down there :). My
hair is/was jet black, straight and short, cut close to keep my baby blues
on the game. I loved to play, and my body mirrored that love. My skin was
slightly tan, and my stomach was tight, showing the definition of my
sit-ups when I played hard and sweat. My arms and body were skinny -- but
lithe and muscular (I did have pecs from off-season lifting) -- and I used
my size to my advantage. I knew how to move by bigger defenders. I knew how
to pass, how to move quickly, and how to work without the ball.

Tryouts for the team that year were almost immediately at the start of the
school year, and I think the coaches saw my complete love and enthusiasm
for the game. I worked and ran every drill. I moved, pressed, and defended
without slowing down, and I never complained. Every player there was bigger
than me, so I might not have been the best or biggest to try out, but i
still got a spot on the JV and Varsity teams! I was so stoked, and hoped it
could be the beginning of something awesome at this new school.

See, at this place I knew no one. It seemed like everyone else knew each
other because they had gone to catholic middle schools together, but i had
never met or played with any of these new kids. I was playing with all new
teammates, and getting to know the landscape of a brand new school.

It just seemed kids there were really tight, all the guys playing around,
joshin like they'd known each other forever. Girls walked the halls gigglin
and chillin, no one seeming nervous that high school was startin. So, I
just mostly kept to myself and waited for bball practice start everyday.

When the first JV practice came along, it was awesome, but friggin
grueling. I mean coach worked us to the bone, running wind sprints, long
distances, and suicide drills (running the lines of a basketball court). We
worked so hard that some kids could not finish, and had to make several
stops for water or the bathroom. I just kept on moving, working my ass off
with a couple other players. By the time we were done, everybody was
drenched in sweat and tired the fuck out. Many guys had their shirts off,
and were dripping on the floor. I think coach saw he had done his duty, and
blew the whistle to signal the end of practice.

Because it was a small school, I guess at least, most people didn't change
or shower in the locker room after practice. They all just kind of headed
out, but I had to wait for my mom, so I went to get a drink of water. While
I was feeling the cold water in my mouth. I took some and put in my hair
and felt it run down my back. It felt so good just standing there. I closed
my eyes and waited for a moment to feel the air on me in that gym. I guess
I wasn't watching, because i had stood at the fountain a bit too long, and
there was a kid behind me waiting for a drink.

He lightly tapped my shoulder, and I opened my eyes to see one of the guys
who stuck it through practice with me. He smiled, and asked if he could get
a swig.

"Sorry bro," I said and smiled,

The kid smiled back. He was in my class, and I had seen him around campus,
hanging out with a bunch of his boys. He was definitely taller than me, but
also a guard on the team. Blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was about 5'9" and
really muscular. He had his shirt off and I could tell he lifted hard core.

"No worries," he said, and walked to drink from the fountain.

I still kind of stood there, cooling off from practice and kind of just
chillin out.

"You are a frickin hustler" he said, moving me out of my trance.

"Dude, I just love to play man," he smiled, and stuck out his hand.

"I'm David."

"Chad," I said shaking his hand and looking him in the eye.

He was totally chill, but there was something in his blue eyes. I could not
quite make it out, but he was looking at me deeply, almost staring. There
was silence for a second but he kept smiling, and probably realized it
might be awkward.

"Dude , a couple of us are gonna go down to the park near Colorado Place on
Saturday. We usually hit up the games, then hang out, drink a beer or
whatever. You wanna go?"

I was excited a kid on the team wanted to be my friend. I agreed, and went
home that night pumped about playing the next day.

When the morning came, I woke up early, and took a shower with the
15-year-old morning wood raging. I started with a thorough cleaning, and
then started soaping my dick, thinkin I might jerk off to Amanda Nolan, she
was a slight skinny blond, who had the tightest body in my class. I put my
hand down there slowly working myself, and closed my eyes. My hand moved
faster over my body, and down my abs, slowly touching my cock with my
right, then my left, I was thinking about putting my 6" up against her,
pushing it, feeling her body against mine. I was just startin to get really
hard then as I started to work faster, and then the frickin' cell phone
started ringing from my room.

I jumped from the shower and picked it up hard dripping wet. "Hello," I
said somewhat pissed.

"Chad, it's your mom, listen honey I have to leave town tonight, so I want
you to stay at your friend's house or your grandma's. You got that?"

"Yeah, I mom, I got it." I said as my excitement passed.

"Love you honey, have fun at your basketball game."

The thought of ballin pumped me up as I grabbed my backpack, and forgot
about getting off. I went through my drawers, and found some clothes. I put
on a pair of blue, tight boxer briefs, with my favorite Miami Heat jersey
and basketball shorts. Had my stuff ready within a minute, and got on my
bike for the park.

When I got there, David was already waiting, shirt off and playing in a
four on four game. I didn't recognize any of the kids he was playing
with. They all looked a little older, maybe even college age. The play
looked tough and physical too. No fouls called and tough drives to the
bucket. I watched David take it to the basket a couple times and he was
frickin solid. They would hack the shit out of him, and he'd still
finish. He'd run the court and make the extra pass, and hit someone too if
they tried to run one on him. I was really impressed, and thought I was in
for it that day.

Losers walked, and I got a chance to step right off and play in the next
game. This time, I was playing against David and he was physical, no
doubt. People would push and shove, he'd make the quick pass, and push or
shove back. My teammate would go for the layup, and David would block that
shit with ease. You could just tell he was a really strong guard, his
defense was just on. I made some layups, ending up pushin and shovin with
David a couple time, and just kept hustling, moving without the ball,
opening passing lanes, hittin my jumpers. The whole morning just kept up
this way. Up and down the court, aggressive play, some trash talk, and some
hard core exercise. Eventually we'd switch teams, over and over again.

By 12p.m. everyone was shirtless and sweaty, completely cashed as we
battled for every bucket. After the last game, David and I walked to get
some water.

"You know you can really play bro," he said.

"Dude I got no where near your D" I replied.

"You got that right, fucker." He said, grabbing his dick.

I smirked and drank as he stretched his muscles.

"So you wanna come over and hang out? Looks like none of the other guys
came out to play today."

"Sure dude, I gotta go to my Grandma's a little later though, my mom's goin
out of town."

"Oh dude, stay with me tonight, my parents don't mind, and my brother
should be out of the house. We'll have beer, so it'll be cool."

That idea sounded good to me. I'd never really tried beer before, and
thought I'd give it a shot. My life had been pretty sheltered to this
point, so anything that sounded rebellious was cool by me, and hanging out
with David seemed so cool. The kid had game, and was a ferocious fuckin
player. He was cool though too, and always seemed totally at ease and
chill.

"Sounds tight dude, I'm in." I said, as we walked back to our bikes.

We rode back to his house together, and went up to his room. Unfortunately,
it seemed they did not have air conditioning that day, because the
repairmen botched the job. David told me no worries, and left me in his
room while he went downstairs to get the beer. The place was pretty cool,
he had basketball posters and magazine covers from all over, with a big
screen TV for video games, and a large queen sized bed. Right next door was
his bro's room, and they shared a bathroom that had a jacuzzi tub.

"Pretty frickin sweet" I said as David walked into the room with our beers.

"Yeah, it's home" he said, smiling at me with those eyes again.

We both sat there in our basketball shorts, no shirts, still sweating,
taking a swig of beer. I almost closed my eyes, and spit it right
out. David just laughed and said something about me taking it, that I'd get
used to it. He smiled again, this time almost smirking, showing off his
teeth and eyes.

"Dude, we gotta change or my room will smell like ass for the rest of the
week." David said as he took off his basketball shorts, showing me his
tight grey Hanes briefs.

I looked through my backpack. Then I looked again. Shit... "Sorry bro,
looks like I forgot to bring an extra pair of boxers." Shuffling through,
pissed that I was in such a rush earlier that I must have forgot.

"It's alright, I got some extra pairs here somewhere that will probably fit
you." He said, rifling through his dresser. "Here,"

He threw me a pair of Hanes briefs, sized small, and I just looked at them,
not really sure what to do.

"It's alright man, all dudes here" he said, as he turned sideways to me,
and pulled down his briefs. I couldn't help but look. His cock was bigger
than mine, probably about 8" if hard, and set in a trimmed bush of blonde
pubes. He just nonchalantly bent over picked up his other pair of briefs
and his clothes, then turned to me.

"Give me your shit dude, I'll go throw this stuff in the washer."

I just looked at him, and he smiled. I thought ok, and pulled off my
basketball shorts. He looked again, this time at my underwear,
smirking. Then he looked back at me, like c'mon dude, let's go, so I turned
around and pulled down my boxer briefs. I quickly fumbled and put on his
briefs, and started to turn towards him. For a second there, I thought I
saw him staring at me, almost looking at my ass. Then I thought nah, I'm
just out of it, ready to pass out, as I passed him my clothes.

He walked downstairs again, and I just kind of looked around at his video
game selection. I thought for a second I might go through his dresser, and
look for a pair of shorts. Then I thought that might not be cool. So, I sat
down in the briefs, just kind of near the TV, and took another drink of
beer. This time it wasn't so bad, and I started to think I could really
drink it. David walked back in his briefs with two more beers and set them
down beside us.

"You wanna play Madden?" he asked?

"You wanna lose at Madden?" I replied.

He punched me in the shoulder. "Shit" I said feeling the bruise starting.

"Sorry dude, sometimes I think you're bigger than you are. The way you
play, it's like you're 6'3."

"It's alright bro, I'm good. Let's play some Madden." I said, smiling at
his compliment as he turned on the game.

"We can play dude, but it's better on the buzz. Chug this first beer now,
so we can hit the second."

I hit it like a champ this time, saying 'aight,' and chugging it down
together with David. He watched me drink it intently while he chugged, and
in about a minute, the first beer was cashed. After finishing, I waited a
couple seconds, then I almost yakked. David just laughed. Then I burped and
somehow everything was cool, and David thought that shit was hilarious. We
both laughed this time, and together we went at it in Madden. I don't know
why -- maybe the beer -- but I just completely forgot that I was sitting
there in a tight pair of briefs with my new friend. I ended up taking care
of business, and spanked him 49-35, all the while finishing the second
bottle.

He laughed, and I asked if he wanted a rematch.

"Nah," he said, "I'm going to get us another beer."

Now by this time I was starting to feel it, and almost said I needed a
breather, but thought better of it. I thought David was really cool, and
did not want him to think I was a pussy. So, he showed back up again this
time with two beers each, saying "listen dude, let's cash one then play a
drinking game."

"I'll try dude."  as we both chugged a whole Miller Lite bottle. After
that, I was feeling totally light-headed... but the feeling was actually
pretty good. My head was kind of light, and I had the feeling of being
completely chill and relaxed.

"Dude, you chugged that thing like a champ, you alright?"

"Yeah bro, you?"

"Feeling good dude, feeling real good," there was that smile again. "You
ready to play a drinking game?"

"Sure bro, let's go."

"Alright dude, here sit across from me." he said, as he sat down on the
floor. I moved next to him, and we sat facing each other, almost staring
into each other's eyes.

"Ok bro, here's the game, it's truth or dare drinking. You can only ask for
one truth question, as many dares as you want, or if you don't like either,
you have to chug half a beer."

If I wasn't half drunk at the time, this would have probably sounded kind
of weird to me. I mean I had never played a game like this with any of my
friends before, and the situation was kind of different. I mean I had never
been hanging out with another kid for this long in just a tight pair of
underwear playing a game of truth or dare. Then again though, I just
thought David was so cool. He just seemed so at ease, and he was such a
talented player, so physical. I was buzzed, and just thought he wanted to
hang... It was almost like I wanted that too, so I went along.

"Ok," he said, "Truth or dare?"

I thought a minute, and thought ok, let's stick with something easy,
"Truth," I said.

"Ok bro, but this is your only one." He smiled, putting his head back,
thinking what he wanted to ask. "How many girls have you fucked?"

Now I had never actually fucked before. I wanted to, but the next door
neighbor girl, maybe about 18, would only blow me, and she wasn't that
good. I told him that, and David busted out laughing.

"Too much teeth, huh? You need to find someone that knows what they're
doin." He said, and we both talked about how it felt to have one.

"Ok, my turn," he volunteered "I'm gonna chug half of this beer."

He did it no problem, and I was pretty amazed. At this point I was so full
of beer, there's no way I could handle it. My head was kind of swimming,
and I mean I was feeling good, just kind of laughing and chillin, relaxed
now with the game and David.

"Ok dude, you gotta choose, dare. I don't think you can handle a half of
beer." He smiled.

"Alright dude, I choose dare."

"Hmmmm.... Ok, I dare you to take off your briefs there, and walk around
the house one time."

I paused. "Are you crazy dude," I said, "Someone could see me."

"No worries, my parents are out till 5:00, and my bro Kyle won't be
home. No one's here."

I hesitated again.

"Well, you could just chug this other half of beer?"

"Nah" I said, as I stood up.

When I did, I realized I was kind of wobbly, and David stood up and caught
me. "Whoa dude" he said, "here let me help you."

He steadied me and we were touching just kind of not moving for a couple
seconds. I felt light headed again, and then I felt him hold me a little
tighter. Then he took his hands and put them in the waistband of my briefs,
I almost jumped at being touched, but he just steadied me again, and this
time pulled them down slowly to my feet. "Here," he said getting me to
awkwardly lift my feet as the briefs came off. "Now go on." he smiled. At
first, I just stood there and he looked at me, then at my cock, and gave me
the look to start walkin. I was drunk then I realized, and just kind of
moved slowly from there to the stairs, laughing now at how I felt, findin
the experience funny and really weird. I was about to make it to the stairs
when I felt David's hands on my waist.

"Let's just make it the upstairs dude. I'm not sure you're gonna make it."
We both kind of laughed and stumbled back to the room

"Give me some underwear back mofo." I said, drunk laughing as we sat down.

"Dude you should be proud of what you have there," he said pointing at my
cock. "It's really big for your size, and your body is so tight." as he
looked at me closely, inspecting my stomach, my chest, and then down
there. I saw him look, moving down from my stomach, looking at my little
black pubes, starting to stare at my cock... I don't know why, but when he
said this, then started looking, I started to feel red, and my dick started
to respond. Blood started rushing, and I started sweating... I was getting
hard in front of David!

He totally pretended not to notice, and turned away, saying "OK, my turn
again, what dare you want me to do?"

"I dare you to give me my underwear back." I said my face and body turning
red.

David laughed, "Alright dude, if it'll make you feel better, I'll take mine
off too." He said as he stood up.

And that's when I first noticed it, David's whole body. He was built so
perfectly. 5'9" about 165 pounds, and he had this perfect smile and v-line
shape. His hair so blond and cut so tight. His eyes were so deep blue,
again just giving me that stare. I looked down at his chest and then his
abs. It was like his six pack was sticking out, moving with his heavy
breath, as he started to turn red also, glistening with new sweat.. He put
his own fingers in the waist band of his briefs, right where his stomach
made v-lines to his pelvis, the veins showing from his breathing. He
stopped for a second, and then looked directly at me--- this he smiled
again, running his fingers down his smooth chest to his light blond
treasure trail. It was like he wanted me to watch as his fingers moved to
his sides, the v's arched perfectly as pulled the briefs down, showing his
blondness again, and his dick. This time it was really big, harder ----
slowly building to
 fullness.

I just sat on the floor and stared, completely fazed by the whole thing. It
was like all these new emotions opened up, and I was feeling everything so
intensely. David just stared into my eyes not saying a thing, and then
looking at his dick. Then he looked at me, and licked his full pink
lips. Totally paralyzed, I just sat there as he walked up to me, my head
whirling from the alcohol, the heat, and David's body. He was completely up
to me now, looking at me slowly, as he moved down to come face to face with
me. I could smell him, the sweat from the game, the shots, the defense, the
hard fouls. He just continued to stare with those eyes right into mine, and
he moved closer touching his lips, then so lightly, to mine. I didn't move,
I just kind of moaned as I felt David press me and bend down putting his
strong hand on my cock. I fought now this time with my body, but almost got
harder as I felt him try to touch me and kiss me harder.
 We both were hard now, and I could feel David trying to take control,
trying to push me back, when I heard it...

"What the fuck!?!?" yelled the voice from the doorway.

We both looked up, completely mortified to see a kid of about 17, 6'0'
tall, skinny with basketball shorts and no shirt on. His short blond hair
was dripping wet as stared at us both naked and hard.

"Dude, Kyle, it's not... Shit dude, it's fucking nothing.. Get the fuck
out!" David cried. He was scared; I could see it.

"Fucking A, D., I always figured you for a fag! I knew someday this shit
was gonna happen, watching how you worked with kids at school.  When I saw
this kid at tryouts, I knew the two of you would fag out together. Just
look at him!" as Kyle pointed to me. "Dude, he's a fuckin fairy! Look at
his lips, look at how small he is! Everyone is gonna be soo tripped out
when I tell them about you guys!"

Just then, I was already tripped out, but I got completely fucking
scared. I never thought of myself as gay or a fag or whatever. I head the
way kids talked about fags, and there was no way I wanted to deal with that
shit at school, especially one where I knew only David, and some kids from
the team. What had just happened to me was like some kind of reaction, it
wasn't even thoughtful.

I think at this point David and I sobered up real fast. He started kind of
sobbing almost, and I was just completely fuckin mortified. I didn't even
know what to say, so it was David that said something first.

"Dude Kyle, please don't tell anyone please!" He started shaking. "We'll do
anything dude, please don't tell."

I just kind of nodded there. It was so weird to see David, this fuckin bad
ass player be like this though. I had no idea what to do, and I was just
completely lost in the situation. I knew Kyle from tryouts, and figured him
to be the best athlete on the team. He was skinny but so quick and so fast
--- way faster than me or David. He could block shots like no one else, and
his sheer power willed him to the bucket all the time. By far, he was the
most well-known player on the varsity team, and I knew people would believe
him when they heard I was some kind of faggot.

Kyle sat there and thought for less than ten seconds.

"Ok dude, tell you what. I've been workin out all day, and I want to finish
the day with some... some fuckin release. I could definitely get my cock
sucked, and tour friend the fag here.." he pointed at me, "is going to put
those lips to good use, and take care of it right now. If he doesn't
everyone's gonna know about you guys."

David looked at me pleadingly, his eyes close to red. I just looked back,
completely blank, I just wanted to say, "no fucking way," and climb under
the bed. But Kyle walked into the room now. His hair and legs still wet,
his chest and stomach dripping from playing outside. His skinny body was
moving closer and closer to me.

"So how bout it cock sucker, we got a deal?"

I shook my head. "I don't w... I've never done this before, I don't think
I'm ..."

He stopped me, "Shut the fuck up bro, I just saw you hard kissing my
fucking brother. Suck me now dude or I'm going to tell everyone."

He walked all the way up to me now, and I was vulnerable. No clothes, no
where to go, not really even sure if I had a friend. David was just of
sitting off there behind me, staring at us both, I think.

That's when Kyle's hand moved towards me on the floor, and he started to
move down his shorts. His body smelled of the workout, and he showed it off
to me as he pulled them down. His arms were tight and veined, the muscles
were skinny but defined. His body was wet with sweat but really trim and
moved with his completely tight muscle. He had no hair there just some on
his treasure trail like David. He flexed his skinnny stomach as the shorts
came completely off, and he stood there right in front of me in a wet pair
of Calvin Klein boxer briefs, tenting from the start of a hard cock.

"Touch my stomach." he said roughly.

I just sat there, completely motionless, petrified of what would happen.

"I know you want to fag, I see you looking. Go ahead and touch."

I looked at David. He just watched me motionless, his body completely
still, scared I think of his brother... So I did it. I put my hand out and
touched Kyle's abs, feeling them, slipping my hand over them and down his
wet treasure trail. I had no idea what I was doing, it was almost like
another person there.

Kyle moved another step towards me and his crotch, hard and wet I could
see, was right in my face.

"Now pull them down," he said "and put it in your mouth."

I looked over at David and he was still just sitting there watching. I
could see his cock getting hard again.

"Fuckin do it now fag!" Kyle barked.

That broke my trance and I moved my hands down to Kyles waist band. I
slowly puled down and they came off with the smell of basketball and sweat
right on me. As I pulled, I saw his tight V, his flat pelvis, the veins
around the tightness, then Kyle's own trim blond bush, almost like his
brother's..... Then it hit me literally. Kyle pushed forward and his dick
popped out and hit me in the face. It was long, about 9" and rock solid
hard. He intentionally hit me with it, I knew that, and he laughed.

"Now open your sweet lips there kid, and take it. I knew from the first
time I saw you workin at tryouts that you'd want it."

I just sat there and stared. Then Kyle took his hand, put it on my head and
guided his cock head to my lips..

"Open you mouth." He said as he put the head right up to my lips.

I just opened, and looked up at him. My face red and sweaty. My body
trembling from fear and alcohol. Slowly, Kyle pushed the head past my lips
and moved half of his cock in my mouth. It was slim and veiny, and went
into my mouth really slow. At that moment, everyone in that room let out a
breath, as Kyle directed me, telling me to use my lips and my tongue..

At first he just held it there, and I tasted it... it was salty and slick
with the taste of his precum. I didn''t want to do anything because... I
think I was almost scared.

But Kyle grunted and grabbed my head.

"Come on fucker!" He pushed me down further on his cock and it went deep,
choking me. I gagged, and Kyle laughed.

"Move your lips over it. No teeth. Suck it the way you know how."

I don't know what came over me -- at first I just wanted it to be over --
but I started moving my lips over his cock. It was light and smooth, and
slowly moved my lips up and down. Every once in awhile, wetting them with
my spit. Like I said I just wanted it to be done at first and wanted no one
to know, but then I don't know for some reason unknown to me at the
time.... I just started to explore, doing what Kyle said. I licked the end
of it, and moved my lips up and down the shaft, feeling the soft skin but
the heat and hardness of him, putting my tongue on the bottom of it and
licking towards the tip, and then putting my tongue on the far end at his
slit. Then using my lips and going all the way down again. Kyle moaned and
I felt David come closer to me, looking at what I was doing with my mouth.

Previously my cock had kind of died when Kyle walked in, but as I was
moving my lips and tasting him, I started to get hard. At the time, I had
no idea why. There was no time to think I guess, as both of us really
started to sweat.

"Go faster." he yelled, and I moved faster over his cock slipping my spit
all over, feeling the saliva running from my mouth around my lips and on to
the floor, dripping everywhere.

Now, I was just doing it, and I wasn't even thinking, almost like a
reaction that I had.

"I knew you were a fag." Kyle said, then grabbed the back of my head and
started breathing heavy.

"Take it. Take it deeep and all the way."

I felt him push at my head now and hold it. He started moving his hips, and
pushing it past my original comfort zone and deep into my mouth, touching
my throat. I gagged.

Then he smiled, "You like this D, you little homo."

I only felt David behind me and his hand just stroked my shoulders for a
second. "Go ahead." I heard.

That's when Kyle started grunting. His smell was so intense, and he was so
strong. He grabbed my head with both hands and held me, and I could no
longer move. That's when he just started fucking.

"Uh Uh Uh, Ohhh you fuckin fag. You're mouth. Uhhh uuhhh."

He had me completely motionless now just fucking into my mouth with his
dick. I was completely detached, and it was almost like I was watching from
a distance away as he fucked into me. I didn't even want to fight, as my
eyes turned to David's mirror, and watched Kyle's strong ass forcing
forward, giving me all of his cock...

"Uhh Uhhhh," he moaned as I choked and gagged. He kept pushing and I
started to fall forward. My dick now completely deflating, my stomach and
body muscles tired from the game and Kyle's strength.

"OHHH Shit, I'm gonna cum. Take it mother fucker, take it." He cried, as he
shot a stream of juice in my mouth and throat. Then another. Then one
more. It was like a river as I fell forward and gagged, the cum and spit
falling to the floor, completely fuckin tired, cashed, and embarassed.

The taste was sour and salty, and I almost heaved as I let it out of my
mouth, my head reeling around the situation, really not sure what had
happened.

I looked up at Kyle, my mouth still tasting of cum and my body covered in
sweat. He just stood there motionless. His body and abs were shining, and
his eyes were closed as he finished coming down. When he finally opened
them, he just smiled, and looked down at his body, then at my body. He
shook his dick a couple of times at me, giving me the remnants of cum and
spit in my short hair.

"Now put on some clothes you faggots, I can hear Mom and Dad outside."

Almost immediately then, David was right in front of me, still completely
rock solid hard, while Kyle pulled his underwear and shorts over his still
hard dick.

"Here, hurry dude take this!" David said, as he threw me the tight briefs
and a pair of his basketball shorts. I was scared again. Scared that people
would know what happened, scared that his parents would find out, scared
that I got hard in front of and with other guys.

I just laid there on the floor as David was trying to get his briefs over
his still hard dick, and Kyle walked into his room.

"C'mon dude, you want my parents to see?" as he put on his shirt, he bent
down next to me and tried to kiss me on the lips, trying to give me his
tongue. I turned away and felt his hands put my legs through the briefs
pulling them up as far as he could, telling me to chill, telling me that he
was going to make it 'ok'.

***Ok guys, this is the end of the first installment. I'm thinking about
writing a couple more, so your comments and feedback are welcome. Thanks
for reading, and thank you for your ideas ***