Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2011 08:01:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Karl L Subject: FREDDY KRUGER AND THE GAY NIGHTMARE This is a fictional story about a group of teenagers having sex with one another and with Freddy Kruger, who is a copyrighted character from the films "Nightmare on Elm Street." If this is not up your alley, go read something else, but please remember that fantasy can sometimes be better than real life. Freddie Kruger and the Gay Nightmare Tad Jefferson was 16 years old and a stud at school. He was a junior, quarterback of the football team, 5'9, 150 pounds of pure muscle, brown hair, brown eyes, an easy grin, and popular throughout school. He did well in his classes, chaired the student council for juniors, and had no problems at all making friends. But Tad had a secret. His seven-inch mushroom-headed dick got hard when he thought about his football teammates, not about girls. Ted had never told anyone about that, and he had never done anything sexual with anyone. At night, when he got in bed, wearing nothing at all, he always massaged his dick into a boner and then rubbed it until it gave him the pleasure that he always sought. It was October 31, Halloween, and Ted had spent the last couple of hours passing out sweets to kids who came to the door of the house where he lived with his dad and his two younger brothers -- Evan, who was 14, and Scott, who was 12. Tad's mom had died when he was seven. Scott had gone trick or treating, dressed as Freddy Kruger from the Nightmare on Elm Street movies, while Evan and Tad, too old for trick or treating, stayed at home to see who came to the door. There were princesses and superheroes, young kids with their mothers, older kids alone. Tad and Evan passed out Reese's Pieces, Snickers bars, Baby Ruths. Their dad, a policeman, was at work, so they were responsible for the holiday treats. They didn't mind. Scott came home around 8:00 o'clock, carrying a huge bag of snacks. Tad told him that he could have no more than three pieces of candy before bedtime, and Scott grumbled, but agreed. Now it was nearly 10:30. Scott was in bed, Evan was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, and Tad was downstairs watching a horror movie on TV. It was Nightmare on Elm Street, in fact -- one of the local TV stations always showed that on Halloween. Tad wasn't a scaredy cat about horror films, he found them to be pretty funny. Evan came downstairs in his PJs and watched for a couple of minutes, but he said that he didn't like slasher flicks, so he went up to bed, too. Tad waited for the film to end, and when all of the blood had been spilt, he yawned and decided that it was time for him to go to bed, as well. It was Friday, he didn't have school in the morning, but he did have football practice. The school's team was 3 and 1 for the season so far, and Coach Brennan was driving the boys hard. They spent hours doing drills on the football field and an equal amount of hours in the school's weight room. What with homework, it kept Tad very busy, and even on a Friday night he was ready to hit the sack at 11:15 PM. Tad went upstairs, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went into his bedroom. He stripped off his T-shirt, jeans and the jockstrap he always wore. He turned on the little TV set he had next to his bed and watched the last ten minutes of an episode of The Honeymooners, which he had seen about seven times before but still found funny. When it was over, he switched off the light and rolled over. Falling asleep was no problem -- Tad was an active teenager, and he slept very well. About two minutes after he fell asleep, Tad started dreaming. He was in the school's locker room with the other members of the varsity football team's offensive line. But it wasn't an ordinary afternoon. For one thing, all of the lockers were gone, there were just rows of benches. For some reason, the light in the room was red, but bright enough to see that every single one of his teammates was naked. That wasn't unusual, of course -- after a hard game or practice session, the boys always stripped down to shower. But this time every single dick in the room was erect. And even more, each hot athlete had his hands tied behind his back. Tad looked around and felt his own dick springing to action. He realized that he was wearing just his jockstrap and nothing else. It was hot in the room, and the skin on everyone's taut, muscular body was glistening with sheen. Tad didn’t know where to put his eyes. There were his wide receivers, Anton and Boris Sworowsky, twin brothers from Poland, both of them dark-haired and dark-eyed, thin but muscular, and with big uncut cocks between their legs. Interesting enough soft, but magnificent hard. His center, between whose muscular legs Tad put his hands each time it was time for a snap. That was Ed O'Houlihan, a flaming-haired Irishman the approximate size and shape of a fireplug, but handsome with flashing green eyes and a ready grin. And a dick that resembled a beer can more than anything else, so thick it was. The fullback and the tailback, another pair of brothers -- Steve Barley, a senior, and his kid brother Mike, a junior. Both of them tall and blond, handsome, smooth-bodied, and with gorgeous cocks between their legs. Steve had his pubes trimmed, Tad saw, while Mike was all natural. The offensive line -- along with Ed at center, Jed Finnegan, a junior, Frank Mack, a senior, Scott Webber, a junior, and Steve Zeitlin, a senior, all of them built solid as a Mack truck, not an ounce of fat on any of them, and with hot American dicks to go around. Scott's penis in particular attracted attention, seeing as how it was as thin as a pencil (well, three pencils stuck together at any rate), but as long as a ruler. And the tight end, Hamad Abbas, who had immigrated from Jordan just last year, but had proven himself on the football field almost immediately, though at first he didn't understand why his teammates snickered about his position as tight end. He was swarthy and dark-haired, and his was the third uncut cock in the room. Tad couldn't understand why all of the guys were just standing there, boned up and not saying or doing anything. But then a voice spoke softly from behind him, in the shadows: "Welcome, Mr. Jefferson. I'm so glad that you finally fell asleep." Tad whirled around, and a figure emerged from the gloom. Merciful heavens, it was Freddy Kruger! The hat, the knives on the fingers -- but this wasn't the Freddy Kruger who had been on TV that evening. This Freddy Kruger was hot. For one thing, he was completely naked except for a tool belt around his waist and a pair of combat boots on his feet. Hanging between his legs was the biggest cock Tad had ever seen in his life -- bigger than Scott's, thicker than Ed's, just a monster of a prick. It was somewhere between soft and hard. Freddy had huge muscles on his chest and arms, legs as thick as tree trunks. There was a smattering of hair between his massive pecs, but otherwise he appeared to be smooth apart from the bush of dark hair that surrounded his enormous tool. And he was good looking, too. Smoldering blue eyes under a heavy brow, a handsome face, a sneering grin to reveal perfectly white, straight teeth. Tad could feel his heart pounding. What was this all about. Freddy Kruger slowly walked up to Tad, and when he was standing right in front of him, he did two things at once. He put his face into Tad's face and stuck his tongue into the quarterback's mouth, and he used one of the knives on his fingers to slice clean through one of the straps on Tad's jock and then clean through the other, making it fall to the floor and releasing Tad's dick, which slapped on his belly, it was so hard and ready for action. He didn't think that there was a nick on his hips from where Freddy's knives had just been. He thought that he should be scared, but if anything, he was feeling sexier than he had ever felt before. "This is your dream," Freddy Kruger whispered into his ear. “You can do anything at all to the gentlemen who are standing here with you." Tad could feel the tips of the knives on Freddy's right hand gently sliding up and down his back and down to his hard butt, but they didn’t cut him. In fact, they felt fantastic. "When I touch them, they will come to life," Freddy continued in his sensuous whisper. "They will be themselves, and they will know that you are doing sexy things with them, but when it is over, they will remember nothing." "I wanna suck their dicks," Tad murmured into Freddy's muscular shoulder. "But I don't know how." "The quarterback of the football team, and he has never had a boy naked with him?" There was a teasing quality in Freddy Kruger's voice now. Tad could feel himself blushing. It wasn't exactly true, of course. He'd been naked in the showers with other boys ever since the third grade, and his life experience included a couple of up-in-the-tree-house games of strip poker with him trying equally hard to see everything and see nothing that was on display. But Freddy was right in that he had never been in the presence of any kid with a boner, apart from the one strip poker game at which his buddy Eric Blomquist's underwear had come off to reveal a hard-on, and the other guys had made such merciless fun of him that Tad sighed in deep relief that he always managed to keep his dick under control. "This is your dream," Freddy Kruger whispered again. "The blow jobs that you give to your teammates will be by far the best blow jobs that they have ever had in their lives." The knives were still gently running over Tad's muscular back and ass, and they were making him feel tingly in a way that he had never felt before and wanted to keep going ... well, forever and ever and ever and ever. "I can tell you," Freddy continued, "that four of these young men have had their dicks sucked by other young men." "Who?" It was important for Tad to know. If they'd had other guys sucking their dicks, maybe they'd let him suck their dicks, too -- not just here in the dream, but maybe in real life. "I will not say," Freddie's voice sank into Tad's ear and brain. "Perhaps you will know yourself. As I said, when I touch each boy, he will come to life, and he will be exactly who he is, apart from the fact that he will be naked and with an erection in a room where all of his teammates are naked and with an erection. Some of them may be quite surprised. Quite surprised, indeed." "When can we start?" Tad murmured. He thought that if he even touched his dick, it would explode into orgasm, and he knew without asking that Freddy Kruger would not be pleased. He could feel Freddy's massive tool mashed against his dick, and that wasn't helping things at all. "You may start whenever you like, Mr. Jefferson," Freddy breathed. "When you make your selection, I will cut the rope on the young man's hands. My only request is that when you have finished, you will fellate me, as well, and only then will I allow you to cum. Not before." Tad looked over his shoulder. His teammates were just standing there, all impassive, all with maximum bone between their legs. Where could he start? Where would he finish? His cock was screaming for release, and as if he knew that that was so, Freddie whispered, “You can jerk off constantly, Mr. Jefferson, and it will feel better than ever before, but you will not cum until all of your teammates have cum and so have I." The tips of the knives brushed across Tad’s low-hanging balls, and he shuddered. He knew that his boner wouldn't go down, and he started to feel eager about what was coming up. "Let's do the twins first," he murmured. Freddy Kruger immediately stepped back from him, turned him around and, with his hand around Tad's waist, led him over to where Anton and Boris were standing. Freddy went behind them, and Tad saw the ropes which had been binding their hands drop to the floor. He stepped forward and took Anton's (at least he thought it was Anton's -- they were as identical as two peas in a pod) dick in his left hand and Boris' in his right hand. Immediately both twins jumped, and Anton said, “What are you doing?" But he made no move to push Tad away, nor did Boris. Tad stroked the two big uncut penises for a bit, watching as the foreskin slid back and forth over the Polish boys' bulging cockheads. Then he dropped down to his knees, and the next thing he knew, Anton's dick was hitting the back of his throat, and he was gagging a little bit, but at the same time he was as certain as he could be that he was doing a good job and that Anton was enjoying himself. Above him, he could hear the wide receiver moaning gently. Tad had his own boner in his fist and was rubbing it furiously as the boy's precum leaked into his mouth, but Freddy was right -- although the masturbation felt better than it had ever done before, he wasn't anywhere close to having an orgasm. He sensed more than saw Freddy standing behind the two twins, and he knew without knowing that Freddy was jerking off his massive tool, too. A minute passed, and Tad could taste more and more salty liquid leaking out of Anton's big dick, when Boris pulled his head toward him and sank his own penis into Tad's hot, wet mouth. Tad peeked up and saw that the two brothers were kissing each other passionately, and behind them, sure enough, Freddy Kruger was gently running the knives on his fingers up and down their backs and asses, just as he had done to Tad a bit earlier. He slurped the one and then the other twin cock. Tad felt dizzy, and there was nothing more important in his entire life than to suck the two dicks in front of him. But then Freddy spoke again: "Why don't you leave the brothers, Mr. Jefferson, and work on your other teammates? I believe that they would like to experience your talents, as well." Tad stood up in a daze and saw that the twins looked disappointed. But then they took each other's hard cock and started masturbating it. Instantly Tad knew that the Sworowsky twins were two of the four football players who had experience with another boy sucking his dick. Freddy whispered into his ear: "You're right, Mr. Jefferson. Boris and Anton started masturbating together when they were eight, and they learned to fellate each other when they were 10. They've never done anything with another boy before tonight. You're their first." Tad looked around and knew that Ed O'Houlihan would be the next one. He started at the center's beer can cock for a moment, and then Freddy touched Ed, and the stocky Irishman came to and found Tad holding his erect meat. "Dude!" he shouted. "What the fuck are you doing?" But then Freddy Kruger moved behind him and started his magic with his knives, and Ed gasped. "Fuck," he said. “I haven't been this boned in weeks. Wanna suck it for me, Jefferson?" Tad grinned at him and dropped to his knees. He had to stretch his mouth to maximum width to fit Ed's fat penis inside it, but he could take the whole cock into his mouth, and he heard Ed gasp above him as his hot, wet mouth engulfed his manhood. And then, with a voice of wonder, Ed murmured "Jesus, the whole team's here! I can't fuckin' believe it!" Tad sucked happily at Ed's big dick, seeing from the corner of his eye that the Sworowsky twins were now laying on a mat on the floor, head to foot, and sucking happily away at each other. He hoped that they wouldn't cum -- he wanted more of those Polish dicks, and once again Freddy Kruger knew what he was thinking. "Don't worry, Mr. Jefferson," he whispered. "No one is going to finish before you're ready for them to finish." "Fuck," Ed moaned. "I wanna cum so bad. Suck it, Jefferson, suck my fat cock! Bet you like it, dontcha? Fattest cock in school, I bet. Suck that dick! Suck that big, fat hog of mine!" Tad was feeling dizzy again, and he thought that Ed's fat cock banging against the back of his throat should choke him, but it didn't. His own cock was tingling like it was on fire, but no matter how much he rubbed it, his balls wouldn't give up their contents. Not yet. "Maybe the next one?" he heard Freddy whisper, and Tad knew that it was time. He got to his feet, his seven inches pointing straight up, and walked over to Jed Finnegan. Freddy touched the front linesman, and like the other boys before him, Jed jumped. "Oh, no," he said. "You're not gonna touch me! I ain't no fag!" But then Freddy was behind him, and Freddy's knives were lightly brushing his back and his tight butt, and when Tad reached out and took Jed's boner in his hand, there was no more objection. This time Tad didn't get down on his knees, he simply bent over and took Jed's six inch erection into his mouth. The dick immediately started leaking copious amounts of precum into Tad's eager mouth. He took Jed's balls in his hands and massaged them lightly. "Yeah," he heard Jed murmur. "That's right, dude! Blow me! Fuck, that feels so good!" Steve and Mike Barley were next, and Tad chose to take both of them together. Before Freddy touched the brothers, Tad looked around. The Polish twins were still happily sucking away on each other, and now Ed O'Houlihan and Jed Finnegan were standing next to each other and lightly tickling each other's balls as they masturbated their penises. There were no straight boys there tonight, that was for sure! Steve and Mike were as surprised as the others when Freddy touched them, and right away Mike blurted out "I never saw you with a boner, bro!" And Steve looked at him and said "Why would you have? I never saw you with a boner either." But Freddy was making the two brothers feel extremely sexy, and they had no objection when their quarterback got down on his knees and inhaled first one and then the other teen cock. “Fuck," he heard Steve murmur. “A fag suckin’ on my dick! Shit, Betsy doesn't do it as good as him." Tad knew that Betsy was Steve's girlfriend. He took his mouth off of Steve's cock for a minute and looked up to see that the two brothers had their arms around each other's waists and were smiling happily as Tad sucked them and Freddy stroked them from behind. Frank Mack was next. Tad lived across the street from Frank and had had a crush on him starting from about when he was eleven. Frank was just gorgeous, blond and muscular, with seven inches of cut bone between his legs and a pair of low-hanging balls. When Freddy touched him and he came to life, the first thing that Frank said was "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to have sex with me? I would've, you know." That was the third boy with same-sex experience, Tad knew, and Freddy whispered, "He has had seven boys suck his penis, Mr. Jefferson, and he has sucked nine boys' penises. When you wake up, you will know that Mr. Mack is gay, and what you do with that fact will be entirely up to you." Tad knew that Frank couldn't hear what Freddy was saying, because the linesman was just standing there with a dopey look on his handsome face. "Come on," he said. “Suck my dick, please. Suck it!" Tad didn’t have to be asked twice. Once again he got down on his knees, and this time it was Frank who took the initiative. He rammed his dick into Tad's mouth, grabbed him by the ears, and started to face fuck him frantically. “Oh, man," he gasped. “This feels better than anything I've ever felt! This is fucking fantastic. Suck me, Tad. Suck my cock, dude!" And then, a minute later, "I feel like I'm about one second away from cumming, but don't stop, Tad, don't stop, don't' stop!" But a few minutes later, of course, Tad had to stop. There were still three boys with hardons waiting for their blow jobs. Scott Webber was next. His dick really was almost a foot long, it seemed, long and thin and sexy. Tad wondered for a moment whether he would be able to handle such a big dick, but he knew automatically that yes, he would. When Freddy touched Scott, the big linesman jumped and looked around with amazement in his eyes. "What's this?" he gasped. "What the fuck is all this?" The Polish twins suckling away at each other, Ed and Jed masturbating happily together, the Barley brothers, still arms around each other’s waist, still masturbating their beautiful boners. Frank Mack looking everywhere at once and jerking his gorgeous cock rapidly. "I wanna cum," Tad could hear him murmuring. "Damn it, I wanna cum!" Tad got down on his knees, and to his surprise, Scott's enormous cock fit into his mouth perfectly, just scraping the back of his throat. It felt as though his mouth was a foot deep, and the gorgeous cock throbbed inside him. Scott started stroking Tad's hair, immediately lost in the wonder of having his penis sucked. Tad knew, again without being told, that Scott Webber had never had sex with anybody in his life, Tad was his first. If he was building a birdhouse, he knew that he could use Scott's dick to hammer in the nails. It was beyond erect, it was pumping and jumping around, and Tad sensed that Scott was feeling better than he had ever felt before. When he took Scott's big balls in his hand, the linesman gasped again. “Stroke `em," he whispered. "Jesus, I never knew anything could feel so hot!" Steve Zeitlin was the most reluctant of the group so far when it came his turn to be fellated. Steve was just 5’5, but he was built like a Mack truck. He had black hair and black eyes, and when Freddy touched him, he glanced around and said "Uh, uh, not for me. I’m not playing this game. No way." He took two steps back from Tad, but then jumped -- Freddy was there, of course. "You're going to enjoy it, Mr. Zeitlin," he whispered. “You're going to enjoy it more than you've ever enjoyed anything in your life." Again Tad knew that Steve couldn't hear the monstrous dude, but Steve stopped complaining immediately. Tad got down on his knees again. Steve's penis was just fantastic -- a rocket-tipped head, a tightly veined shaft and a pair of beautiful balls, all encircled with hot black pubic hair. When Tad engulfed Steve's boner in his mouth, he heard his linesman grunt "I'm gonna cum right now." But of course he didn't. Tad suckled happily away at Steve's dick, reaching around to massage his friend's rock-hard ass cheeks. He suddenly realized that Scott Webber was standing right next to him, masturbating his long, thin cock as he watched Tad suck on Steve's boner. He was staring so hard that his eyes almost seemed to be bulging out. “Can I try?", Tad heard him whisper, and immediately Freddy spoke up in his soft voice. "This is Mr. Jefferson's dream, Mr. Webber. You may, however, do whatever you like with the other boys in the room." Scott moved away, and a second later Tad peeked to his left to see Frank Mack standing with his legs spread wide and anchored on the floor, with Scott Webber on his knees in front of him, inhaling Frank's dick like a true pro. Tad smiled to himself. So much for never having had sex with anyone, he thought. That left Hammad Abbas. When Freddy touched the swarthy Jordanian, he looked around and, much to Tad's surprise, burst into tears. "I have wanted this so long," Tad heard him whisper. "I had to leave Jordan because of this. Boys having sex with boys is taboo in Islam. I had to leave." And then he looked at Tad with amazement in his eyes and said, "You will do it with me, Tad? You?" The fourth boy with experience. Of course. Tad took the tight end's big, fat uncut cock in his hand, and Hammad moaned. The penis was maybe seven-and-a-half inches long, and once again Tad had no problem in getting it all into his mouth, every millimeter of it. "Oh, yeah," he heard Hammad gasping above him. “So good, Tad, so good, so good, so good." Like the other players' penises before it, Hammad’s dick was leaking lots of tasty precum, and Tad felt like he could suck on the big Middle Eastern penis forever. But, naturally, he couldn't. After a few minutes, Freddy stepped back from Hammad's back and clapped his hands. "Everyone," he whispered. "Gather round. You will watch as Mr. Jefferson now sucks my penis." The football players obediently gathered round, sitting in a circle around Tad and Freddy. Tad could see that all of the dicks were on major bone, as they had been all night, and many of the boys were touching each other -- stroking backs, lightly pinching nipples, tickling balls, stroking boners, their own and each other's. Tad looked at Freddy’s massive tool doubtfully. Yes, he had been able to take every dick in the room deep into his throat, but Freddy’s cock was the biggest one that he had ever seen or imagined. Not a foot long, maybe a foot-and-a-half, pulsing and ropy, huge balls hanging down, a mass of hair around the huge tool. But Freddy smiled, and Tad sank down onto his knees once again. Freddy's erection was so huge that it didn't stand straight up at all, it was more or less horizontal with the ground, and so Tad just took the bulging cockhead in his mouth, then slid his face forward, his face forward some more, and then his nose was rubbing up against Freddy's pubic hair. Freddy leaned forward and again started to run his knives lightly up and down Tad's back, and it felt wonderful. Tad sucked on Freddy's cock as if there were no tomorrow, and if some of the football players had leaked streams of precum into his mouth, Freddy's huge balls were leaking a torrent. Freddy's precum somehow tasted a little bit different than the others’, somehow sweeter, and Tad gulped it down like it was sweet ambrosia. He had no idea how long he kept on slurping on Freddy Kruger's massive tool, but presently the time came when he heard Freddy whisper "Gentlemen, are you prepared to see Freddy cum?" There were murmurs and shouts of assent among the boys in the circle, and Freddy gently pushed Tad back a bit. “Well, you shall see," he whispered. He took his penis in his fist, the knives flashing, and murmured "Open your mouth, Mr. Jefferson." Tad obeyed. He raised his head and opened his mouth up wide. But nothing could have prepared him for the torrent of cum which shot out of Freddy's penis, its owner gasping and moaning as he rubbed out his massive orgasm. There was spurt after spurt, splash after splash, blast after blast after blast. Tad's mouth was full after just the first few squirts, and he swallowed, only to have his mouth filled up immediately once again. He could feel sperm on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, in his hair. Around him he could hear his teammates gasping, and he knew without knowing that every single penis in the room was being fiercely masturbated at that time, but he also knew that there would be no orgasms quite yet. When Freddy’s balls finished emptying out, he slapped his softening tool across Tad's cheeks a couple of times, and then he whispered, "Now it is the other boys' turn, Mr. Jefferson. Do you have a preference in terms of who goes first and who goes last?" "Lemme go first," Tad heard Frank Mack gasping. "I can't stand it anymore, I gotta get my rocks off!" "Very well," Freddy whispered. "Mr. Mack, you will do what I have just done." Frank leaped to his feet and almost ran over to where Tad was on his knees. "I'm gonna give it to you," he gasped. “I haven't been this hot ever in my life!" He wasn't lying. It took just three or four strokes on his beautiful cock, and Tad could see his teammate's balls rising up to blast off. They didn't disappoint. Of course, the contents weren't as voluminous as Freddy's, but Tad knew without knowing that Frank hadn’t masturbated for four days, and so his orgasm was bone-crunching, and his sperm splattered out like a bullet from a gun, smacking Tad on the face, covering his tongue, filling his mouth. From the corner of his eye Tad could see the other boys queuing up behind Frank, all of them masturbating, all of them drenched in sweat, all of them grimacing with the delight of an orgasm that was coming and coming and coming. As soon as Frank shook off the last drops of his cum from his penis, it was Hammad's dark uncut Middle Eastern cock half an inch away from Tad's tongue, and again it took only a moment for the sperm to start raining down on his tongue. The Polish twins, Anton and Boris, were next. They did everything together, and they cummed together, too. They pushed each other around to get right in front of Tad, and when their balls erupted, they whitewashed Tad's entire face. Jed Finnegan didn't masturbate so much as slap his dick into the palm of his other hand, but when the orgasm ripped through his body, he began to jerk frantically with his fist, and Tad was rewarded with six big blasts of football player cum. Steve Zeitlin was next. "I never thought I would be doing this," he grunted, but a second later he did. Scott Webber grinned down at Tad and slapped his long tool across his cheeks a couple of times. "Not as big as his one," he whispered, "But big enough, right? You like the big one's dontcha?" Again Tad's mouth filled with hot, salty teen cum, and he just couldn't get enough. Ed O'Houlihan masturbated his penis not in his fist, but with his fingers rubbing it vertically, and he got almost as much cum in the palm of his hand as he sprayed all over Tad, but when he finished gasping, he offered the palm to Tad, who licked off the cum greedily. Finally, it was the Barley brothers. "Betcha I can cum faster than you," Mike gasped, and "Betcha you can’t," Steve gasped, but it didn't matter. The two brothers masturbated their penises in perfect synchronicity, and once again Tad got slathered from both sides. When the two boys were finished, he took their penises back into his mouth and licked them clean. "Now it is Mr. Jefferson's turn," Freddy whispered. "I trust that all of you gentlemen will help him now that he has helped you." Tad didn't see Freddy do anything, but all of a sudden he was rising up into the air. He swung onto his back, hanging about two feet above the ground. He knew without knowing that he wouldn't fall, and a moment later, all of his teammates fell upon him. The Sworowsky twins sucked on his toes. Frank Mack got underneath him and stuck his tongue up Tad's tight asshole. Steve Zeitlin and Jed Finnegan licked his nipples. The Barley brothers licked his balls, first one taking them into his mouth, then the other. Ed O’Houlihan, Scott Webber, and Hammad Abbas had their penises close to Tad's mouth, and he licked greedily at each one in turn. He masturbated his raging erection furiously, and he knew that when it came, it would be the best orgasm that he had ever had in his life. He wasn't disappointed. It started in his toes, rose up through his legs, and then he was cumming. He was cumming and cumming and cumming, and around him his teammates were urging him on. “Shoot that load, dude!" "Yeah, lemme see you cum!" The first blast of sperm from Tad's balls soared straight across his face and slammed into Ed O'Houlihan's tight stomach, dripping across his beer can cock. Tad cummed for what felt like hours, and each spurt that shot out onto his six-pack abs or his muscular chest was immediately licked up by one of the other boys. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. The ten football players were again standing up, again dazed, again seeing and knowing nothing. Their penises were soft now, drops of cum still dangling from a few spent cockheads. Again Freddy spoke. "I trust that this was a good experience for you, Mr. Jefferson. I know that you were frightened when you first saw me, and with good reason. But in your case I knew that you wanted a sexy dream, not a murderous one, and I am sometimes prepared to change my ways when it suits my thinking."" It was at that moment that Tad Jefferson woke up in his bed, and as he drifted out of sleep, he heard Freddy whisper, "I will be back next Halloween if you want me to be." The next thing Tad realized was that his stomach was all wet and sticky. "You had seven orgasms while you slept," he heard Freddy's voice. "But I know that you have one more in you, Mr. Jefferson. Have fun." Freddy Kruger was right. Right there and then, Tad Jefferson took his boner in hand. He thought that he could still taste the sperm from all of his teammates in his mouth, and it took him just a couple of minutes to whack out a crashing orgasm that caused him to tremble and shiver and moan. Seven loads on his stomach. Why not eight? And when he stopped gasping, he looked at his bedside clock, saw that it was 8:30 in the morning, and knew that he had a couple of hours before football practice. And then he remembered what he had learned about Frank Mack, his across-the-street neighbor. He liked sex with boys, too. Suddenly the school year seemed oh, so much nicer.