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Title: The Lacrosse Boys
© James Jenkins 2023
Justin Dean had fucked four of the boys on
the lacrosse team – boys from the Junior High lacrosse team. The smallest was
112 pounds, the largest 189 pounds. They all knew about it, and so Nate Riley
thought most of the 8th grade class did, and probably half the rest
of the school, too. Not that our school was so big, with only about 500
students per grade. That meant everyone knew whom everyone else was fucking.
But as much fucking as was going on that year, none of the gossip stuck like
glue to the rep of Justin's club of lacrosse players.
He played in all the home matches. Sometimes he managed to string him along. Justin
#17 was a natural in the sport itself, more than any other sport. The sleek
dark-haired 13-year-old, #19, wasn't sure he even noticed at all – he certainly
didn't boast or even seem to be remotely interested in any of the girls or the cheerleaders.
He didn't seem to care who won sometimes. He said he just had something for the
uniform and the adrenaline and the thrill rush. It never exuded any allure for him,
though Nate couldn't help admitting four of the boys were hot.
Besides being totally uninterested in the sport, the other thing that made Justin's
numerous encounters with the other lacrosse boys somewhat odd, and gave it even
greater popularity, was the fact that he was a run-of-the-mill introverted boy.
Nate wasn't sure he'd ever even held a conversation with any of the boys he
fucked. Justin was known as a shy boy. Hence, because he never acknowledged the
scandalous trysts in public, Nate thought at least half the students didn't believe
the rumors totally.
Justin made Nate to aromatize – or initiate – each time, and each time he
made him watch. The first time, when he fucked Omar Vaughn, the black midfield
player, he convinced him to invite their teammate to fuck him. Justin told him
just what to say, and after some pitiful pleading on his part, Nate agreed. He
walked straight up to Omar at his locker and told him, "Justin Dean has a crush
on you, and he wants to know if you'll make out with him."
Dumbstruck, Omar nearly dropped his gear. He immediately assumed Nate was bull shitting,
that his buddies had put him up to it. No one in their right mind would believe
Justin capable of involvement in such a plot. While Nate had secretly been something
of a manho, his reputation itself was clean.
But that isn't why Omar knew he could trust him. He knew better because they'd
hooked up a few times during the 6th grade.
"You for real, man?" Omar asked.
"Yeah. I'm not playing you," I assured him. "He's 100% for real."
That's when Omar saw Justin peaking around the corner about 10 feet away, and
that's when he first allowed himself to entertain the notion that they might
not be involved in a prank after all.
"I don't get it," said Omar, still looking over Nate's shoulder at Justin. Nate
didn't bother to check, but imagined he was bashfully looking back at him from
down the hall. "The fuck am I supposed to say?"
"Guess you should just say yes or no," Nate replied shrugging his shoulders. "I
mean, you either wanna fuck him or you don't."
"Just like that?" Omar asked. "I just say yes, and we bang each other?"
"You go to Justin's house after school today. You have sex. You jet," Nate
explained. "Oh, and I will be there, too. But you don't get to touch me."
Omar's dark-brown eyes finally returned to Nate's tanned face. "Shhhhit," he said. "I don't know about this..."
"Don't you think he's hot?" Nate asked.
"Yeah, sure," Omar said, glancing back up at Justin. "He's cute. I mean,
half the grade thinks he's cute. He's got a nice ass I mean..." He looked back
at him again. "But it's just so weird. I can't believe you're talkin' about this."
"Better believe it. We'll be waiting at my mom's Buick by the field after the game,"
Nate said.
"You mean right after school?" Omar said. "Shit, we've lacrosse practice, I
can't go then."
"You can be late to practice," Nate told him. "Justin says he'll make it worth
your while."
Omar was still feeling himself blushing under his rich dark cheeks. "Okay,
okay," he conceded. "I'll be there."
"Cool," Nate said. "Don't tell the others. If it looks like anyone is onto
this, you'll miss your chance," He cautioned him. "Oh, and you can't tell them
afterwards, either" Nate added, knowing that was asking too much. He assured him
it would be kept on the low. The team's prime offense player didn't believe
him, but at least Nate covered that point.
Justin caught up with Nate, Omar rode in the back. No one talked. Not a word
the whole way to the lanky boy's house.
Turns out his parents weren't home and wouldn't be back for eight hours. Justin
disappeared and left him standing with Omar in the living room for a minute. He
looked at him, stark mute, and said he still couldn't believe this was really
going down. He said he was waiting for "the Bros" to jump out laughing at him. Nate
assured him he was the only guy around.
Justin returned from upstairs holding a bottle of Captain Morgan's Rum. He
took a swig off it and handed it to Omar. He took a sip and passed it to his
mate. Nate set it down. He didn't think booze was a smart stimulant to add to
this otherwise stupid hangout he'd been asked to organize.
"So..." Omar said nervously.
"So take your clothes off," Justin said. Those being his first words since Omar
drew near the sweet black Buick after school.
"I'll be in the other room," Nate announced.
Justin turned to Nate. "No. I want you to stay here...I want you to be here."
His face blanked; Nate was surprised. He'd agreed to stay for Justin's sake,
but Nate didn't think that demand him being in the same room. Certainly, he
could shout if Omar had gotten out of hand, assuming that was why he wanted a
wingman.
"I really don't wanna watch," Nate said matter-o-fact.
"No offense, it's just not really my thing."
"You don't have to watch," Justin said. "Just please don't leave the room."
Nate sat down and picked up a Van Gogh painting book from the coffee table. Nate
never even opened it.
Omar stood still for a moment. Justin saw he was being bashful, so he took the light
blue jersey and t-shirt off, revealing a cotton tee covering his two small but
perky nipples. He stared straight at them for what he surely thought was a mere
instant but was well over a second, then he glanced away nonchalantly.
A second later, Justin's hands removed the tee, and it was on the floor. His
small nipples, firm and perky as they naturally were, hardly moved a bit. Next,
off came Justin's pants. He kicked them away to reveal he wasn't wearing any
socks, and his sneakers he'd slipped off at the door.
Omar remained motionless. He just watched. He looked Justin up and down. Justin
reveled in his gaze, now wearing nothing more than a black, low-rise boyshort thong – basically a piece of anal floss
maybe 5 inches wide with a narrow crotch stitched across it – wrapping straight
around his hips and plunging into the depths of his ass cheeks. The boy looked outstanding
to him, and Nate thought the same about Omar. He was slightly skinny. His hair
was cut short and curly, mangled on one side than the other, a lovely natural red.
His skin is pale and lightly freckled, but he was a heartthrob at that moment –
the introverted boy who cast off his shyness before their eyes.
"Your go," Justin said to Omar.
The curly-haired teen complied, somewhat clumsily. His #20 jersey came off
easily enough, exposing his hard pecks and abdomen. His skin was gorgeously
dark, with dark clumps of hair forming in a vertical line below, around and
above his naval, and around his brown nipples.
He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down around his ankles, revealing black
boxer briefs that tightly hugged thick legs and a bulging dick. Nate had to
admit he popped a bit when he first saw the contents of Omar's pants.
Omar had some trouble getting his jeans off over his feet, but he managed not
to fall over in the attempt. After a few seconds of awkwardness, both Omar and Justin
stood directly across from each other, staring. Nate couldn't help watching
hypnotically.
Justin slipped his thumbs beneath the waist of his underwear and guided them
down his legs, letting them fall from his knees to his ankles. He gently
stepped out of them and left them on the floor.
"Look bro," he said, staring straight ahead at Omar as he slowly approached Justin
"I don't wanna kiss or anything. I'm down with sucking
your dick or whatever. I just want you to stick it in my ass and fuck me.
Before you skete, I want you to pull out. Don't you dare blow inside me. Is
that cool?"
The Caucasian boy almost snickered. Nate couldn't believe his ears, as though he
were half awake in third period.
"Uh, sure, cool, whatever you want," Omar said, happy to oblige the odd
request.
"Oh FYI don't skete on me, either" Justin added. "This isn't a Jerk Mate
porno."
Justin stepped toward him and slipped his underwear off. His friend's cock
sprung right out. It was more impressive than Nate remembered. Not as big in
any aspect as a couple he'd touched in play, but bigger than most. His scrotum lolled
proudly behind it – they were perhaps the more impressive feature, seemingly
filled with delicious balls.
In a beat, Justin wrapped his hand around Omar's erect dick for a few seconds. He
hummed in delight, then, walking backwards, he used it to pull Omar toward the divan.
He crawled on his hands and knees over the divan and guided Omar in behind him.
He clasped the ginger's hips with either hand or, with a bite of his lip,
glided straight into Justin's waiting, evidently well-lubed crack.
Licking his lips Justin moaned. "Fuck me!" he exclaimed.
Now Nate was hot. He could barely contain himself. The boy wanted to touch himself.
He was getting horny. Till then, he never really watched other people have sex
before (expect online). He'd been present before, but it was usually while Nate
was having sex. Plus. The kid certainly never watched a fellow peer lose his
virginity.
Dude, I never would have dreamed it would
happen like this-EVER!
Kind of hard to imagine a boy willingly,
at his own ambitiative, getting poked doggy
style the first time, he's ever had sex. But there it was, happening before his
captivated eyes.
The distinct sound of Omar's pelvis slapping against Justin's ass was
exquisite. He began to thrust into Justin with abandon. By the 7th stroke,
he was really getting into it, and so was Justin.
"That's it," he cried out. "Fuck that ass! Fuck it HARD." Justin gave himself a
couple of firm spanks on the right ass cheek. Omar pumped harder.
By the 11th stroke, no more than half a minute into the event, Omar
grunted and hunched over Justin. With a spasm, Omar extracted his cock from Justin's
ass and grabbed it with his right hand. Justin flung himself around to watch,
sitting his butt right down on the divan, putting his face but a foot from Omar's
cock.
Omar held out a cupped left hand and shot his white sugar right into it, spurt
after spurt. He ejaculated so hard, joy juice splashed off his hand and
droplets scattered about the divan and the floor next to it. After about seven
strong jettisons of man milk, Omar stopped stroking and collapsed onto
the divan.
Experience had taught him that even boys younger than Omar were usually guilt-ridden
and embarrassed to skete so quickly during intercourse, but he didn't seem pissed
at all. Perhaps he didn't care if Justin had been satisfied, but Nate thought
even more likely the freakiness of the whole event had lent a surreal
air. Or maybe he just didn't know busting a load in 6 seconds made one a poor jerkoff
partner.
Regardless, Nate couldn't keep his mouth still.
"Is that all you've got?" Nate asked teasingly. "That's the first time this dude's
ever had sex, and that's all you can give our bro?"
"Lay off him," Justin protested. "I thought it was great."
Sure, he seemed to enjoy the brief session, but brief it had been indeed. Now
way could he not have experienced an orgasm either.
"I'm sorry," Omar said, finally duly embarrassed. "But it's the first time I've
ever had sex, bro."
He dashed to the bathroom with his clothes, then reappeared just long enough to
tell Justin he'd enjoyed the tryst, said "Sorry" again, thanked him, and asked him
for a ride back to school so he could attend lacrosse practice, despite being
late and somewhat wiped out.
In the first week, Justin never fucked any of his teammates more than once –
not in a given meetup, and not in a separate mazz.
After their tryst with Omar, they'd all been even easier to convince to ride home
with Justin. They'd expected Omar to tell the whole team about his exploit, and
while each was still somewhat surprised to receive the invite, and each had
surely doubted the validity of Omar's original story, the truth gained scred with every additional fuck. By the time they
were invited their mutual crush home for an orgy, Justin and Nate fantasized
together about each of the boys on the team daydreaming about the moment they,
too, might be asked to fuck Justin.
The second boy he hooked up with was Levell Bates, the energetic 100-pound #13 Defense
player on the lacrosse team. Levell dominated the field, and despite his slight
stature, he was rumored to be quite experienced with girls and boys. They'd
heard more than a few stories around the boys locker room about Levell, who was
also said to be quite hung between the legs.
The routine went almost identically. This time I didn't have to be invited to
stay, but the whole thing played out almost the same way as the encounter with Omar.
With each boy, Justin got a bit more adventurous. After seeing Levell's hard
cock standing tall – indeed quite out of proportion to his body though by no
means big in the grandiose sense – he couldn't help but drop to him
knees and give it a few licks, some kisses and then take a good deal of its length
into her mouth. The blow job lasted only seconds, but Levell savored every
moment. The black youth glanced at him once while Justin sucked him off, but
quickly he closed his brown eyes and turned away.
Justin got on his back for Levell and spread his legs wide. He kissed his
stomach a few times and moved his head toward the fiery crotch, but Justin stopped
him.
"Right," he reminded him, "What did I
say?" Levell didn't put up a fight. Justin put a condom on him (they'd had a real
talk after Omar), and he dove right in, cramming his dick right into him
with one steady thrust. Levell fucked Justin hard in a beat. He moaned and laughed
all the cute sentences he'd used on Omar.
Nate was hard again, maybe even more this time than last. Levell's average
frame was shapely, light, but strong. He sported a high-top hairstyle and was
only about 4'8", but he was hard as a rock and cut like limestone. Nate writhed
in his seat a bit, brushing his own crotch against his gear bag, shifting his
crotch just so in order to massage his dick, feeling his briefs grow moist.
A bummer, as Levell didn't last much longer than Omar had; not long enough for Justin
– let alone Nate – to attain any mind-zapping pleasure.
"That was awesome," Justin told Levell as he collapsed on top of him for a
moment.
The third boy to get the treatment was Milo Elvira, a 145-pound Latino teen said
to be one of the fastest attackers on the team. From what Nate had seen, but
also according to gossip, he'd never had a close match – he always won or lost flat
out. Word was Milo had the most skill of anyone on the team and would have been
undefeated if he could keep his hands out of his pants before matches. The
other guys picked on him for jerking off before most of the games – they said
he couldn't help himself; it was hormones or something. If he jerked off before
a match, he didn't stand a chance. But he apparently still jerked off before almost
every match.
Milo had one of the smallest yet most gorgeous cocks Nate had ever seen. Justin
made him jerk it off before he even touched him. Justin asked him straight out
if it was true, he jerked off before the matches he lost. He admitted it was in
fact true. Justin asked why he did it, and Milo answered that he just couldn't
help himself; he liked to jerk off.
He lasted the longest of the three – five minutes. With Milo, Justin really took
things up a notch. Before he let him fuck Justin, he had him finger his ass for
nine minutes, and then he had him poke a finger into the magnetic
asshole. The anal play went on for a couple more minutes before Justin demanded
Milo "shove that hot cock" insider him. He thrust in and out slowly, timidly,
steadily. He nutted with a long, low groan.
Justin saved Omar for last. He was a lady killer for a black kid, and
the only one Justin had ever really been friends with. Omar was the shyest to
oblige, but Nate convinced him without too much trouble. Omar was rumored to
have fucked most of the Asian and black boys and nine of the white girls in
both the 7th and 8th grade classes. Plus, he was said to
be a monster in bed.
In this case, that translated to lasting a few minutes, but having an ample
tool with which to thrust, while it lasted. Omar was simply hot, no doubt about
it. His body was perfect – muscular, almost hairless except the bristly bush
around the base of his cock. Justin spent some time on him, and he let him eat
his ass for quite a while. Way before Omar began fucking Justin, Nate had both
hands down his underwear – this time he planned and wore baggy pants – and was
fingering his hole while fondling his prick like mad. Omar noticed, and Nate thought
it drove him wild.
Initially Nate thought Omar had showed some potential when he was the first not
to be fully hard when his tight Under Armor briefs had initially shot
off. But within seconds he'd risen to his full, astonishingly impressive length
and girth, and seemed ready to explode. His big cock twitched and jerked as Justin
used first fingertips, then fist, then tongue, then lips, then mouth to explore
it. On a few occasions he pulled away, at first seeming to tease Justin. It
soon became obvious he was merely trying not to skete before he even got the
chance to be inside his enigmatic partner.
When Justin spread for him, Omar went straight at it. As he laid on his back, Omar
knelt right between his legs on the divan, grabbed both Justin's legs by the
undersides of his knees, and raised his hips right off the cushions. He guided
his throbbing cock right into Justin's ass, soaked with his cum and his spit. Then
he simply violated his best friend right there on the divan, while provoking
him all the way.
This time Nate found himself cheering. "Fuck
him!" he shouted as he poked and prodded his own hole with lustfulness. "Fuck him
as hard as you can! Pound that sweet ass!" Justin began to scream loud enough
for the cul-de-sac to hear.
It was so cliche that Omar couldn't handle the excitement. The 14-year-old
groaned audibly as he began to skete straight into the condom, with one final
plunge deep, deep inside Justin's ass.
"Don't you stop fucking him," Nate found himself saying. "Keep going. Gimme
more!" Omar began stroking again. "That's it," he said. "That's dope man."
Omar crammed his dick in and out of him
even as it grew limp as wet spaghetti. His face was distorted with pain, yet
like a trooper he thrust his fading manhood in and out of him despite the chain
reaction effect that made it tingle and ache.
Justin moaned the whole time – and the post ejaculation fucking lasted nearly
two more minutes. Yet, Omar couldn't fuck him anymore; life never returned to
his penis despite his best intentions.
When Justin finally had Nate invite each of their mutual friends back for
another fuck, they were delighted. They found out before the end of school that
they'd all been re-invited, the same day, at the same time. They met him at the
Buick as a group. Justin had already gone home to wait for them.
"What gives?" asked Omar. "You invited all of us?"
"Yeah man," Nate answered on Justin's behalf. "Seems he wants to fuck you all
at the same time. Justin figures that way maybe he'll get six minutes out of
the shit."
The boys didn't laugh. They seemed confused.
"Check it, guys," Nate said, "no one's making you do this. You can all join in
and have an awesome time, or you can all go home. But Justin says it's all or
nothing. The kid doesn't want you one at a time, fuck it let alone even three."
Nate avidly played Super Mario Kart his Nintendo Switch and scanned the
group. They each looked at each other in turn.
Milo laughed. "Shit, we'd might as well do it, right?"
"Why not?" asked Levell, high-blown. Not like they haven't seen each other nude
before. They all chucked.
"That's what I'm talkin' about, bros," Nate said.
"Hop in." Nate strode around to the passenger's side, unlocked the doors to his
mom's Buick, jumped in as he started it up. As the skinniest, Milo joined him
on the left. The others squeezed into the back.
Nate wanted to be the one to break the awkward silence, so before they even got
off the school grounds, he boldly spoke up: "This isn't gonna
be a contest, guys. You'd better be good to Justin or I'm gonna
call the whole thing off. You were all cool by yourselves, but I've seen how
you guys get around each other. He wants to get fucked good, and for some
reason he's gonna fuck you all over again, but he
doesn't want to get treated like a piece of trash. Got it?"
Levell waited for his know-it-all lecture to end before saying, "Hey, you know,
Nate, I can last a whole lot longer if I've a chance to skete before I fuck. I
can be hard again in about three minutes, and I last a lot longer the second go
round."
The other guys all whooped in their approval.
"Well, I guess that's what Justin's counting on," Nate said. "He thinks if you
guys fuck him one at a time, by the time you are done watching your buddies
fuck him, you'll be hard again. He's hoping to get a good thirteen minutes out
of you all this time," Nate said, insinuating with a chuckle.
"Well," Levell came back, "I can do it eight or nine times, so it's not as if
coming beforehand will cause me to only be able to do it once with him later. I
think we should all skete now – that way Justin will get the best from us all,
right off the bat. Plus, it'll help relax us, too."
"Okay," Nate said, "what do you want me to do, pull over here so you can have a
circle jerk in the rec room?"
"No," said Milo. "My house is right up here. Let's stop there. We can all jack
off and then we'll be in great shape when we get to Justin's."
That plan sounded dope to me. Nate's mother reached Milo's driveway and
turned the car off. "You guys have 5 minutes," he announced. "That should be
plenty of time. Go do your thing."
The boys all climbed out, but Levell leaned over to Nate's side. "Check it, Nate,
we all know how much you'll love to watch –"
"Go!" Nate hissed at Levell.
He started to turn, but then spun back around. "C'mon, Nate. Don't you wanna watch four guys hit the #1 spot for once?"
"I think I can wait," Nate said, unwilling to admit out loud that a streak
within him was clamoring to follow his friend into the house.
Levell finally gave in and trailed his buddies into the front door. While Nate started
a new level and slouched in the center of the passenger's seat. The first
minute passed like an hour. Nate could barely contain his curiosity, and
eventually he couldn't even do that.
Slipping his Switch into his bag with chagrin at having to pause the game, Nate
bid his mom goodbye and opened the front door quietly and snuck about the
house, from room to room, looking for the guys. He imagined they'd split up and
were behind various closed bedroom and bathroom doors. The idea of surprising
one of them excited Nate. But Nate had no way of knowing whom he'd walk in on.
After about a minute of trepidation, Nate picked a closed door and opened it
swiftly. Proved to be a bathroom. There was Milo sitting on the toilet, seat
down, hunched over himself, beating off like a good boy. He looked up at Nate,
startled, and hunched further over his own lap. "Shit!" he exclaimed.
Nate smiled widely at him. "I was just checking to make sure you're doing your part,"
he said holding back a guffaw. That's when he noticed the Jugs adult
magazine on the floor, a round Asian ass dominated an entire page, ass
glistening beneath the anal gateway. "I never thought you had a hardon for the anime-looking
babes," Nate said to Milo.
Milo's cute face went red. "It's all Omar had," he said, grinning broadly, then
suddenly shied away. "I mean," he stammered, "I like girls...and guys. Shit, I
didn't mean it to come out like that."
So sweet of Milo to ponder his feelings. "Yeah, it's cool," Nate told him. "If
you ever had some hot Asian ass, it'd be your choice – that much I know for a
fact." That said, Nate disappeared, closing the door behind him, and turned to
go down the hall.
The pictures covering the other door Nate chose revealed it to be a lady's
bedroom, likely that of Milo's mother. The boy swung that door open swiftly and
found Omar inside, sitting on the edge of the bed taking up much the same
position he'd just found Milo in. He was furiously stroking his cock, but there
was no porno in sight.
He looked up at Nate, and after a quick
moment of clownstomp, he relaxed and said,
"Well, are you just gonna stand there, or do you wanna finish this off?" Omar gestured toward his hard cock.
Biting his lip Nate grinned. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"It's been a while, Nate," he said. "I've never forgotten what mad skills you've
got for sucking dick."
"Well," Nate said, feeling an added rush of excitement, "since you put it that
way..." he strode directly over to Omar, turning his friend's head back behind Nate's
shoulders, and knelt between his legs. Nate felt Omar's fingers on his soft
hair immediately. Number 19 didn't play around; Nate just took the entire cock
into his mouth and let his pal fuck his face. He gently pulled the murmuring
boy's head toward and away from his crotch repeatedly, groaning ever so quietly
with each stroke.
"That's it, Dude," Omar whispered as Nate sucked with fiery courage, slurping
away loudly. "Yeah man...that's it." Nate kept his eyes closed the whole time,
but he could feel tears welling up as the tip of his cock touched the gag
reflex mercilessly, producing lots of moisture in both salivary glands and tear
ducts. It felt awesome to have a hard cock in his mouth. Nate fantasized that
the other boys were watching. Then he imagined Justin watching.
After ten minutes of pumping, Omar's cock began to twitch and throb a bit, and
he groaned once loudly, indicating he was going to blast off. Nate
ignored the warning and sucked harder, pulling on his balls a bit. He nutted hard,
as always, shooting stream after stream of warm joy juice into his mouth. Nate
tried drinking it down, but it was hard not to choke. Nate had to pull off the cock, squeeze it tightly in his left hand, and let the last
few streams fire into his mouth from about an inch away. Some landed on his
bottom lip and a bit ran down his chin, but most of it hit the target. Nate
swallowed what was in his mouth and licked his lips to lap up the rest.
Nate was wiping his chin when he realized a crowd had gathered behind him.
Facing the door, the shit for brains left it open, Omar had known the other
three boys had all appeared there, watching in silence. Nate acted startled,
though of course the only surprise was that all three of them were there,
instead of just one or maybe two.
"Holy shit..." Levell voiced the general thought of all the boys, especially Omar.
"That was fucking hot."
Nate stood straight up and said, "First round's over. We'll have to catch up on
the second." As he walked past his mates in the doorway, he added, "You guys
better not have drained yourselves dry. You've got a lot more feats to
show off."
No one mentioned the raid to Justin, and he didn't seem to notice they
were particularly late. When they entered the living room, he was already
wearing only a pair of cotton briefs.
"You guys ready to fuck?" he asked. They all nodded or vocalized their
agreement. "Good, then, let's get started. One at a time. Who wants to go
first?"
Following a tense pause was finally broken by Levell stepping forward. "I'll go
first," he said.
"Alright, then," Justin said. The rest of you get naked. But don't you dare
jerk off. I want you fresh for me." Nate snickered a bit, but the other boys
merely smirked, willing to play along. In a matter of seconds, all four lacrosse
players were entirely undressed.
"Eat my ass first," Justin pressed Levell as he sat on the edge of the divan,
poking his crotch out at him and slouching back. Nate sat observing, growing
ever hornier on a slow flight that started after the boys had gone into Milo's
house earlier.
Levell complied, stuffing his face between Justin's thighs, and pinching his
pal's dick with his lips. After a few seconds of flickering tongue, he used his
hand to part Justin's cave for better access. Justin seemed content as Levell
licked and slurped away at his ass. The freckled beauty moaned slightly and
wiggled a bit as his mate laid on his back.
The other boys were growing hard. Levell was stroking his dick, which grew
bigger and bigger by the second. The others were just kind of playing with
theirs casually as they stared at the beauty of Levell's head bobbing around Justin's
crotch.
After a few more minutes, Justin motioned for Levell to draw closer to him. He
reached up and took his cock from his hands, stroking it as it reached its full
stature. Then he used both hands to stroke it – there was still room on either
end. Next Justin pulled Levell's pelvis down toward his face and bent his big
dick downward until the head reached his lips. Justin kissed it and licked it
for a second before beginning to engulf it.
Levell was visibly uncomfortable for the first few seconds as his cock
contorted downward, but then he threw a knee up onto the arm of the divan and
leaned into position until it was nothing but out of this world. As Justin drew
his dick deeper into his own mouth, he helped by bending his legs to thrust the
hard shaft in and out – withdrawing fully for half a second then plunging about
three inches straight in. Justin wasn't letting him go any further than that,
as it was all he could do to stretch his mouth open enough to adjust his girth.
"Fuck my ass, Levell," Justin suddenly broke the relative silence. Nate tossed Levell
a condom as he rose to his knees on the divan. He clumsily tore open the package
and rolled the rubber onto his fully erect prick. Shysty,
Levell shoved himself deep inside Justin, arching his upper torso backwards so
his face wasn't buried in Milo's ass. He thrust in and out rhythmically, not
particularly hard, but using long, consistent strokes. Justin kept sucking Levell's
dick as he, too, got a little greedy lowering himself into his still-wanton
mouth. He was swallowing him like a pro.
Shit, this beast is gonna
show me up soon,
Nate thought as he watched.
Nate was sweaty by now and had lost all sense of repression. He pulled his pal's
pants and briefs to his knees and immediately started stroking the boy's dick
with two fingers. In less than a minute, an orgasm rushed through him, enrapturing
him to the shoulders. Nate only paused for a second, then resumed the exuberant
stroking.
Impressively, Levell and Milo were both still putting it inside Justin. The
other boys were plainly growing anxious. They had glanced over at Nate a few
times, as had Milo, to get a good look at the fine hairy ass. But clearly the
main spectacle was still Justin, just as he wanted it. Nate was mostly paying
attention to Milo, who was so beautiful standing naked there dropping his fat
cock into Justin's mouth over and over. He must've slurped that dick 11 times
before he finally started to show apprehension, clearly nearing climax. Finally,
he pulled out and started stroking his cock.
Levell looked him in the eyes, and Nate found himself nodding. He jerked the
dazed boy's head to summon him. As the dark-brown boy strode toward him, Milo
eagerly took the opportunity to approach Justin. He was reaching for Milo's
dick when Omar shoved his own in his crush's face. Nate opened his mouth wide
and guided Levell's swollen head toward his lips. Nate stopped him just at the
point where his tender lips met the tip of his gorgeous cock. The timing was
perfect: he fired four or five solid streams of cum into his mouth, one shot
hitting the back of his throat full throttle. Nate gladly swallowed.
When Levell stepped away, Nate wiped his lips and looked back over at Justin. He
was effortlessly sucking Milo's slim pike all the way to the base as Levell
continued to fuck him. "Pound that ass!" he commanded, and presently Levell
made his thrusting swifter, only to grunt loudly through a pained expression.
He was coming in Justin's ass.
"Sweet dude," Justin said to Levell. "Milo, take his place. Omar, fuck my face
man."
As Milo positioned himself between Justin's legs, Omar climbed onto the divan
and straddled him in some kind of goalie stance, a foot at the side of each of
his shoulders. He put his hands on the arm of the divan behind Justin's head
and, knees bent, he lowered his dick into the insatiable waiting mouth.
Nate tossed a condom to Milo; he had it opened and in place just a few seconds
after catching it. His prick was almost instantly inside Justin, who squealed
with delight and ordered him to fuck Justin "hard and deep." He did, and Justin
moved his hips in unison with his thrusts, stroking and sucking Omar in the midst.
Before long, Justin shouted, "Fuck!" His
body coursed and he let out a ghastly "Aaaaahh!" as he
nutted hard.
Marvelous Milo and suave Levell were already playing with themselves again,
trying to revive their limp dicks. Milo didn't seem very hopeful in the short
term, but Levell was eagerly and earnestly stroking his semi-stiff rod. Levell
looked at his pal and Nate motioned him forth. Taking his pal's oversized cock
into his hand and massaged it. Then the leaner boy wrapped his lips around it
and sucked hard while tickling it with his tongue, putting the rubbery taste
out of his mind until it passed.
Levell quickly grew thick and firm in his mate's mouth, living up to his
earlier promise of a quick rebound. Nate began stroking his shaft with his
lips, gliding effortlessly from head to base. His scent was dope; Nate closed his
eyes and enjoyed his presence and Justin's lingering scent from his pubes while
he gently placed his hands on those warm cheeks, as if to steady the boy's
head. Meanwhile, Nate played with his solid dick, his pants and underwear still
around his ankles.
With Milo between his legs, Justin's nearly constant moans finally began to
crescendo, apparently heralding an orgasm. The ginger's moaning gave way to
successive screams of "That's it!" and "Fuck Yeah!" followed by a prolonged "NGH!"
Milo, too, was clearly reaching orgasm as he fucked Justin. He grunted nine
times then yelled, "I'm gonna blow!"
"Set it off, bro!" Justin shouted. "Skete right inside my ass."
Milo fell silent. Nate moved Levell to the side a bit, his dick still in Nate's
mouth, so he could avidly watch Milo and Justin exploded together. He
was stroking Omar now merely with his hand, but that seemed to suffice. Justin
was jerking him off furiously. He pulled his hand away for a second, apparently
to forego climaxing, but he quickly regained Justin's grip and commanded: "Skete
all over me. Just do it, man."
While Milo was still slowly stroking him, spent but not yet resigned, Omar
allowed himself to shoot sperm onto Justin's neck, shoulders, and nipples.
Despite having already presumably shot a wad at his pal's house earlier, he
produced nine copious puddles. Justin wiped his product up with his fingers and
licked them clean, tasting man milk for the first time. He looked up at Omar
and grinned.
"Dope," he told him.
Levell was now rock hard again in his buddy's mouth. Nate shoved him over
toward his best friend as he lowered himself onto the floor and stuck Justin's
ass in the air while his forearms braced his upper body over the fur rug.
"I want it deep in the ass," he said,
looking over his lover's shoulder at Levell, who had already dropped to his
knees behind him.
"Really?" he asked, as if by now he didn't know better than to be surprised by Justin's
daredevil excitement.
"Really," he replied quickly. "Unless you're a wuss – I'm sure someone else
will do it."
Half embarrassed Levell looked at Nate, as if he were the coach for instruction.
"Got any lube, dude?" he asked.
Nate shook his head and handed him a new condom. "Spit lube it up," he said
confidently.
Naughtily Levell licked the index and middle fingers on his right hand then
spit on them and rubbed the spit around with his other hand. He poked a finger
right inside Justin's little pink asshole, and it glided right in. The
fiery-haired teen didn't even flinch.
"Forget it," he said. "Just fuck it. It's loose enough."
Gasping Levell was surely taken aback, but he obliged immediately. He dressed
his chubby cock with protection and brought his hips up behind Justin's
ass. He paused for a couple of seconds; it was obvious he'd never had anal sex
before. But then he leaned forward and slid his dick right inside Justin. He
remained still for just a moment, but then he started hissing orders. "Keep it
moving, dude; keep it moving."
Levell gripped Justin's slim waist and started thrusting his full length in and
out of him. From the right angle, Nate could see the tip of his dick emerge and
his tight sweet anal crevice just before he thrust it all back in, Nate felt
nearly seven inches in one heave. Justin was whimpering in pleasure; there was
no sign he was experiencing even the slightest discomfort. It was news to Nate,
but he must've been playing with him at sleepovers too. The first time Nate
took it in the taint, the experience was not remotely so pleasant for the
initial minute or two.
As Nate was watching Levell fuck Justin's ass, Omar drew towards him again. His
dick, though primarily flaccid, was bigger than any of the others at their
fullest. It began to show signs of renewal when Nate wrapped his lips around
the enormous head. Nate pulled most of his limp cock inside his mouth and just
caressed it with his tongue, waiting for it to gradually engorge until it began
to muffle him. Then Nate started stroking, with his mouth and both fists,
slowly at first, then voraciously. Nate had never touched such a huge cock, and
he found himself even more turned on than he could've dreamed.
Justin looked over at Omar and Nate, the latter certain that was the first time
he'd realized Nate had become one of the crew, as caught up in himself as he'd
been. Nate was scared he'd be upset, but he smiled and winked reassuringly at him
between a stroke-induced series of shudders and moans, as if to say, "Go get
some, man."
Right about then, Milo appeared behind his perturbed friend. He was pulling Nate's
pants and underwear off over both feet. Nate considered reprimanding him for
not asking permission, but he was too caught up in the sounds of Justin's hot
moaning and the giant dick buried in his face. Instead, Nate thrust his ass
into the air. Milo had already acquired a condom from the array of them on the
floor and draped his half-hard cock in it. Milo was still partly limp when he
entered the warm hole, but after a few strokes, that changed. He grabbed Nate's
ass as he began to wildly fuck his ass. Usually, Nate didn't like to get
pounded like that, but under the circumstances it was just how he wanted to get
fucked. He enjoyed time with Milo before, of course, and Nate sometimes
preferred he pace himself so as not to cum too soon. But he seemed confident,
and he was turned on by the out-and-out banging he displayed his aching hole,
so I just enjoyed it.
Omar was now almost fully erect; perhaps, Nate mused, as hard as he was going
to get after having shot two loads in under an hour. Nate marveled at his size
as he licked and squeezed the ebony dick. He was alternately watching Milo
fucking Nate and Levell ass-fucking Justin.
After five minutes of anal pounding, Levell announced half deranged, he
was going to skete. Then his body froze up, leaving Justin to keep the action
going by rocking back and forth on his spasming cock. Levell crumpled forward
onto Justin as he squirmed beneath him, then he slowly pulled out.
"Yo, Omar," Justin said. "You're mine, now. Pick a cave
and go down on it."
Omar donned a condom, sauntered over to Justin, and rolled him onto his back,
still on the divan. He grabbed the crooks of his knees and spread both legs
apart, lifting his ass a few inches into the air. With his feet squarely on the
floor, he crouched down until his barely hard dick poked at Justin's freshly screwed
asshole. It didn't go in easily, so Justin reached down to guide the fat tube
in. After it squirmed and crumpled for a few seconds, Omar's cock finally
breached Justin's main gate, and this time he heeded more credit of the neophyte.
"Whoa," Justin blurted as Omar guided his prick uneasily into the juicy
ass. He would push in an inch, then withdraw half an inch, then repeat. This
continued through numerous iterations, until finally Omar was close to pubes
deep in Justin's butt. Then the confident strokes began.
Levell was pretty-well spent, now sitting on a chair as a mere observer. But Omar
was showing renewed signs of interest, so Nate called him over for some chellis. Milo was expertly fucking his ass from
behind, so Omar knelt in front of him for a blow job. Nate took his partly
erect dick in his own mouth, and it sprang to attention almost instantly. Intoxicatingly
Nate sucked him for a few minutes, stealing glances at Justin and Omar whenever
he could, and occasionally looking back over his shoulder at Milo, telling him
to keep fucking the panting boy. Nate was grimacing and moaning regularly,
expecting an orgasm at any moment.
After a few minutes of fucking Justin's ass spread eagle, Omar pulled out and
flipped himself over onto the divan, slouching down with his legs extended and
his feet pointed, flat on the ground. Justin took the cue and climbed up onto
him, lowering his asshole back onto Omar's big dick. Now the rest of us had a
better view of just how deep Justin was taking Omar. It was impressive. Omar's
bulging arms were doing much of the work to keep Justin from getting fully spit
roasting. He seemed to know how far he was confident going, probably taking
hints from his random hisses when he was basically all the way in. Once he was
comfortable in the new position, Justin worked in unison with Omar to glide up
and down on his cock fluidly and quite rapidly. They were both grunting now
with each deep lunge, which on occasion seemed to involve a full trip from head
to hilt.
Nate couldn't take it anymore. He didn't know what offered most to his pal's
orgasm – the sight of Justin and Omar, or Milo's supersonic pounding of his
now-sore anus, but Nate surrendered to a blistering climax and fell forward,
leaving Omar's cock bobbing in the air, and forcing Milo to lunge forward to
stay inside him. Milo, surprisingly, was nowhere near ready to shoot his next
load, so he humped his hole from behind even as Nate laid mostly flat on the
floor, spent for the moment, and tingling almost uncomfortably down below.
Omar and Justin fucked in that jaw-dropping position for a few luscious minutes
until both were visibly growing too tired to keep the arrangement stable. At
that point, Justin sat back on Omar's hard abs, and he used his hips to push in
and pull out of him, a few inches each way, still at a decent pace. It was then
that Justin announced he was still feeling bare.
Valiantly Omar came to help him: "Yo, Nick, help our
bro out. Point your tank gun over here."
With Justin's legs draped limp over the black teen's knees, his thighs were
spread wide, and his swelling hot ass exposed to the open air. Omar absorbed
his dick, put his hands on the back of the divan, and then allowed his hips to
approach Justin's hungry anus. He jabbed his dick inside and began thrusting as
Omar and Justin, both encouraged him. A bumbling rhythm ensued between the
three, with more shimmying than thrusting, but each appeared to be having a
great time.
Nate didn't know if Milo was jealous or just vicariously thrilled, but
something changed in his performance when that threesome started up. He started
fucking him hard, almost insanely. Nate wouldn't have been enjoying it, except
it was exciting to know he was so pumped. When Omar started nibbling on Justin's
nuts as they jiggled about, he screeched with pleasure. That was all Milo
needed, and he started groaning. Nate could feel his dick throbbing in his ass
as he deposited burst after burst of cum into his condom. Then he collapsed on
top of his lover, but Nate slid out from beneath his fresh limp body.
It was hardly two minutes before Omar was showing the all-too-familiar signs of
apprehensive climax approach. Justin couldn't care less. "Fuck me HARD, Omar," he
said. "Skete when you want to." Holy shit he did it. It was brief, and then he
was gone.
Justin started stroking his hole. Even with Omar's huge cock wedged in his
asshole, now thrusting like a piston once again, he looked unsatiated. Justin flicked,
pinched, slapped, and tickled his dick as if frustrated. His innocent
face contorted almost in anger, his blue eyes closed tightly, and he breathed
through the sides of his cheeks, obviously concentrating on obtaining one more
big orgasm for the day.
Nate was so proud of his teammate/best friend for the fantastic performance,
he crawled over between Justin's legs and buried his face in his crotch before he
even knew who it was.
"Oh, shit," he said just before grabbing the hair on the back of Nate's head
and pressing his jaw firmly against the flaming crack. Nate had never
tasted ass before, and he wasn't sure he loved the smell of dripping-wet hole
and cock-burned ass at first. But after a few seconds, the tempo enveloped him
completely and Nate was devouring it with his lips and tongue. Nate was
probably more rapacious than a college kid at first, but eventually he got used
to Justin's delicately engraved anatomy and settled in on his meat,
using his tongue and lips in sync, with oh-so-gentle nibbles thrown in for good
measure now and again.
Justin was really getting into it. Nate could tell from his moans and the way he
massaged the back of his head with Justin's right hand. The whole thing turned Nate
back on in a beat, and again his fingers found his own dick, stroking the hood
and circling the gem. If Justin had not been his closest friend, Nate would
only have been half as aroused. But the pleasure of giving the kid pleasure
brought him headlong to an orgasm. Like a descending thunderbolt, the energy
from his ass shot right up his spine and past his tongue, infecting Justin with
an ecstatic shock. Not doubting he was crying when he finally shot off, and Nate
was certain he didn't want him to see that he was watching Nate look up at him
while Nate ate his hot meat. Between the tickling tongue flickers on his
dick and Omar's massive dick up his pal's ass, the whole thing was too much. He
shuddered and shivered as he nutted. Justin's winces and jolts kept up for at
least several seconds, if not longer, with insane thrusts that forced his
crush to cock his neck back to keep Nate's mouth from breaking away from his iron-hard
blade.
Finally, Justin slumped back on Omar, spent. Justin closed his eyes fully now,
then started to roll off him and onto the divan's blue cushion. Omar rolled
with his, but he allowed his cock to make the long trip out of the voluptuous
asshole, which was left wide open.
"You don't have to stop, Omar," Justin whimpered unconvincingly. "Keep fucking
my ass until you get off. It's all for you."
Jaw dropped as Omar looked surprised and pleased, but like a true teammate, he
asked if, he was sure.
"You bet," Justin replied, sticking his ass into the air as reassurance. Omar
didn't hesitate to reenter Justin. He shoved his dick almost all the way back
in and began stroking vigorously. Omar fucked his friend for another minute without
pause, until it became clear, he was ready to blow.
"I want your joy juice," Nate found himself saying. Omar didn't miss a beat. He
pulled out of Justin, ripped off the condom and threw it across the room, then
started jerking himself off right in front of his face. On his knees, Nate let his
jaw drop as that engorged cock head drew near. He stuck it right in, and Nate
decided to see how much he could take of it. Nate pulled Omar's hand off his
own shaft, reached around him with both hands to grab his ass cheeks, and
pulled him enthusiastically to his crush. His dick slid deeper and deeper. Nate
refrained from gagging with all his resolve, but he couldn't take more than
half of his bud in. Nate continued to swallow as much of his pal's cock as he
could, but Nate just couldn't take the length he wanted to. Nate resigned to
sucking the fuck out of those first five inches, and before long reaped the
bounty of several thick gobs of warm fluid. When he was done, Omar backtracked.
Nate still had most of Omar's joy juice in his mouth when he saw Justin's index
finger curling to lure him over. Nate crawled halfway onto the divan, and they
began kissing, sharing Omar's taste between them, and making out like they'd
always been lovers. The boys touched each other's jewels for the first
time, and Justin ran his hands up and down Nate's back as they kissed. The boys
just watched, but by now they were barely aware of their eyes on them.