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The Fratbrats Whip Out a Ruler
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It was a smoldering
September night, soon after the semester had begun.
Blake tossed the bottle of shampoo onto the
sink with all the others and checked his face in the mirror. Too much, man. He
was looking better than ever. His dark
brown hair, wet and tangled, hung
down a little over his deep green eyes, and he broke into a sexy smile
as he
looked himself over fully. Of the four
Delta Iota Kappa brothers who lived in his room, he liked being the
biggest and
oldest. It made him feel important. Even if he was probably the dumbest among
them, he felt sure his hot body was the best.
His tight 20 year old jockcolt muscles were awesome, he thought
to
himself. All the benchpresses, rowing
and curls through high school had paid off.
Not only did it give him the strength to make it onto the
football team
here at State, but every chick on campus was after his chiseled chest,
ripped
abs and tight ass. He felt even more
studly from the sparse coating of dark hairs that spread thinly across
his
pecs. The fucker looked so cool. After takin' a quick whiz, Blake tossed his
towel over his head and dried his hair as he banged open the bathroom
door and
strode buttnaked back into the large bedroom, his big thick studcock
proudly
hanging half-hard over his heavy sportboy nuts.
The other
three DIK's were up too. It may have
been late, but who gave a fuck? All the
boys were restless and not about to hit the sack. Billy
was lying on his bed leafing through
one of Blake's weightlifting magazines and was now glancing up and
comparing
the big naked jockboy in front of him with the pictures in the spread. Blake wasn't near as thickly muscled as they
were, he thought, but he sure was better looking. Billy
felt his dick plump a little inside his
briefs. Looking at his studly roommates
always put him on the bone. He would
never say so, of course. He was a smaller
boy, a gymnast, and his 18 year old muscles were no match for them if
the dudes
figured him for a fag and decided to pound him into the ground. But fuck, look at that big ponycock on
Blake. It must be eight inches or
more. Billy wished he could feel another
boy's dick, thick and throbbing, in his fist.
His own cock began to thicken more, so the young blue-eyed,
black-haired
boy forced his mind away from Blake's slab of meat to get himself under
control. He switched to a copy of Sports
Illustrated and tried to pretend to himself that he didn't like guys. A layout of young high school and college
baseball players wasn't helping much though.
He tried not to think of how cute and studded-out the boys were
and what
they might look like stripped right down to just their cups and jocks. His dick chubbed a little more.
No one
noticed though. The other two boys, Ryan
and Sean, both 19 year olds, were stripped to just their briefs and
were busy
panting their way through a tough arm-wrestling match at the table. Ryan was a little smaller than Blake but was
just as tight and defined, and he nearly always won these matches. Sean was a slimmer boy, but surfing his way
through high school had given him a defined swimmer's build, and he
beat Ryan
sometimes, as well.
Blake was
now shaking out his still-wet hair as he threw his towel onto a pile of
dirty
clothes at the corner of his bed.
"Fuck, Blake, quit splattering that water on me," huffed Ryan
under his breath as he finally pressed Sean's wrist to the table top.
“Fuck off,
asswipe," Blake boomed back playfully.
Ryan, a dark blond boy with bright blue eyes, jumped up from his
seat
and tackled Blake, the two boys falling hard onto Blake's bed and
wrestling
happily. Ryan was a goodlooking, popular
boy on the baseball team and built pretty well himself, but even so he
was soon
writhing under Blake, locked in his tight arms, a steel-hard bicep
crushed into
his neck. He felt Blake's big cock
against him too, sorta wedged between his smooth young thighs just
above his
knees, stiffer than before. Ryan's own
dick was pronging out a little in his briefs now too, pressed high into
Blake's
hard stomach. Tightening his grip, the
older boy jabbed his boner between his buddy's legs a little deeper,
stiffening
all the way up, and Ryan's own athlete rod throbbed harder as it jammed
into
Blake's navel. The feel of the prick
stickin' it to him like that broke Blake's concentration for just a
second,
just long enough for Ryan to slip loose from the other's grip. Blake didn’t really think about the boners
all that much though. Both guys always
seemed to spring wood when they were wrestling and shit, tight young
teenboy
bodies rubbing around together. Fuck,
they were just kids, raging with hormones.
Any kinda rubbing against hot sweaty skin was gonna make ‘em pop
a
boner. No big fucking deal.
Dudes just throw rods off this, that's all.
It would
have been harder for Sean to explain himself though, just sitting there. As he watched his two brothers sliding around
on the bed again, wrestling tightly, his surferboy beachdick began to
thump up,
too. He could feel it, even though he was
afraid to look down. He could see
Blake's boner sticking out rigid and red as the boys maneuvered around,
each
looking for the best hold, and Ryan now looked about as stiff as a
baseball bat
in his briefs too. Sean brushed his
blond hair back from his deep brown eyes and looked around for
something to
distract himself. On the night stand next
to Billy there was a current Penthouse -- the perfect cover. The wrestling boys were too caught up in
their game to notice Sean's half-rod as he went over to grab the
magazine and
dropped onto the bed beside Billy. Billy
seemed to be concentrating hard on the copy of Sports Illustrated as
Sean
spread out next to him, but it looked like Billy's dick wasn't totally
down
either. Sean wondered if maybe Billy had
gotten kind of a stiffy seeing the other boys pitchin' it, too. Nah, he seemed all wrapped up in the
magazine. Probably just hangin' long
from the heat. Sean dropped the thought
and flipped through the pictures of pussies.
He could let his boner boing all the way up now without anyone
thinking
twice about it as he glanced up at his wrestling frat brothers from
time to
time above the tops of the pages. He
didn't know why seeing another boy's hard cock made him get so horny,
but it
did. Luckily, the Penthouse gave his rod
an excuse, just like the pussies in porn videos did when they rented
them. All the boys would be thwacking up
hardons in
their underwear as they watched the fucking and sucking on screen, but
for Sean
at least, it was often the porn guy's bonehardon that he was really
watching
and spikin' it to. And sometime's
Blake's, poking up stiff as a board in front of his buds.
Man, Sean really wished he could get his hands
on that kid's big football player rod more than anyone's.
Ryan and
Blake were really breathing hard now, laughing through their short
breaths as
they ground into each other, each boy trying to pin the other. Ryan had a total hardon going, and it skidded
stiffly through his briefs across Blake's thigh. As
the boys twisted and turned, a streak of
Blake's precum had trailed across Ryan's stiff nipple and dark tanned
pecs, and
Blake's throbbing boner was now threading another thin clear string
down Ryan's
forearm as he clutched Blake's thigh.
Knowing there was no other way out, Ryan soon reached between
Blake's
big legs and grabbed the kid's huge bullnuts.
"Okay,
okay," chuckled Blake, releasing the other boy. He
felt Ryan give his nuts a quick light squeeze
before letting go. The boys sat back on
their heels on the bed, facing each other as they caught their breaths. Blake noticed Ryan staring down at the
throbber between his frat brother's legs and looked down at his hardon,
too,
then over at Ryan's stiff young spike, the white, sweat-drenched cotton
clinging around his flared cockhead.
"Fuuuuck,
we're fuckin' boned buddy,"
Blake whispered huskily. He reached up
and wiped a string of precum from Ryan's hairless chest, smearing it
off his
finger onto his damp towel. "Sorry
about the mess, man."
Ryan
grabbed the towel and mopped up the tracks down his arms, stomach and
legs. "No problem, dude."
"You
missed a little," said Blake quietly as he rubbed his fingertip across
Ryan's popped out tit, glistening with a dab of precum, and swiped it
away. He reached down and curled his
fingers around his own rigid shaft.
"Man, I really throw wet ones, huh dude?"
"Yeah,
long drippin' boner; yer a real wet boy" Ryan whispered back, his own
hand
dropping to play casually over the front of his underwear.
"How fuckin' long is that thing anyway,
Blake?"
"Don't
really know, fucker." Blake looked
up at Ryan, who grinned.
"Wanna
find out?” said Ryan. “Wanna measure
it?" He whipped a fingertip around
the bulging ridge in his underpants.
"Fuck
yeah," Blake whispered. So Blake
slid forward and threw his big thighs over Ryan's.
Their sweaty nuts mashed together through
Ryan's briefs as Blake pressed his dick up against Ryan's young
throbber. Blake's looked a good inch or so
longer.
Ryan tried
to press upward more, causing his hardon to ram harder against Blake's. "Here lemme just . . . ."
He unhitched his briefs from his up-pointing
stalk and hooked them under his beefy balls.
His fratboy cock thwacked up against his stomach stiffly, then
rested
outward at a high angle. He wrapped his
fingers around the two rods and held them together again, but Blake's
dickhead
still stood alone above the other, his precum slowly leaking down in a
fine
drizzle over both shafts and Ryan's gripped fist. The
boys got even stiffer feeling each other's
hardon throbbing hotly against his own.
"Hey, this isn't fair," Ryan finally said. "You're
sitting up higher. We gotta do this right,
with a ruler,
and really measure ‘em."
Blake
smirked confidently, faintly humping his swelling bone up through
Ryan's hand
against the other kid's rigid cock.
"Sure, if you want, but I'll still have you beat by a whole
dickhead. But go ahead and get the ruler
then." Suddenly, they remembered
their other two frat brothers in the room.
Both boys looked up at Sean and Billy lying on Billy's bed. They were both staring right back, wide-eyed,
both going stiff in their briefs. Ryan
smiled nastily at their hardons.
"Look," said Blake, "nobody says nothing
about this or
I'll fuckin' kick the shit out of you, got it?"
Ryan burst
into laughter as he got up and went to the desk, his cock still spiking
up out
of the top of his underwear. He fished
around in the drawer. "Who the fuck
would say anything about it, you dipshit?
You think any of us wants anybody else
knowing we're all throwing rods? About
to whip ‘em out and measure our sticks?
They'd call us all queers or some shit."
"Hey
wait, I'm no fuckin' queer," boasted Blake, suddenly worried that his
innocent agreement to compare boners might get taken to mean something
else.
"And whaddaya
mean, 'our sticks,' Ryan," said
Sean warily, as Billy squirmed beside him nervously, adding "yeah,
h-how
did we get into this?"
"C'mon,
dudes, it'll be fun," said Ryan, waving the ruler.
"We're not queer, just . . . curious
boys, that's all, ya know? And yeah, yer
gonna do it too, Sean. You too, Billy. We all show what we got. That way it’s a
hundred percent nobody's gonna talk."
Blake
sighed deeply, once again convinced he was straight and nobody would
say
anything about this.
"C'mon,
get over here boys," Ryan ordered as he got back on the bed in front of
Blake.
The other
two fratkids looked at each other, waiting to see which would move
first. Finally, Sean looked down at
Billy's boner,
then down at his own. He looked up with
a little embarrassed smile like "what's there to hide after this?"
and slowly got up. Billy hesitated a
moment but soon followed, and the two boys sat on the bed with Ryan and
Blake:
four hot horny fratboys, spiked up stiff in a circle.
"Welcome
to Ryan’s little contest, bro's," Blake whispered hornily.
Ryan began
dreaming up rules to go by. "Okay,
first, nobody measures himself, so you can't cheat.
I'll do Blake first." He reached
out and curled his fingers around
the boy's burning, throbbing shaft, curved slightly upward. "And we measure ‘em all exactly the same
way. Bend it down long and straight as
it'll get, ruler along the top, jammed into the dude's pubes as far as
you can go."
Billy and
Sean were now slightly groping their crotches some as they watched Ryan
push
Blake's thick hardon down so it stuck straight out, the skin tight, his
wet
dickhead leaking all over Ryan's hand.
Blake was breathing real hard and shakily now as his buddy
fingered his
boner while he slid the ruler down tight into Blake’s dark curls and
held it
firmly to the shaft.
"And
then you check it out holding the whole rod pressed right into the
ruler so the
curve doesn't make it measure shorter,” continued Ryan.
“Then ya read it at the furthest point it makes
it to right at the tip."
The boys
leaned in slightly, expectantly, while Ryan looked carefully at the wet
slit at
the end of Blake's hardon as he pressed it firmly into the ruler.
"And .
. . of course . . . since it's a contest, like Blake
said . . . there's a prize." He looked up
from the measurement and grinned
into Blake's fiery eyes: "biggest gets beat off by anybody he wants,
right?"
Blake hid
any hesitation with a lustful grin back.
"Right!"
"Seven
and four tenths, Blake. Big dick,
bro."
Blake
smiled broadly and looked around at his frat brothers while Ryan felt
his shaft
up and down once more before letting go.
"So which one of you's gonna gimme the handjob, huh? Lessee. . . ." He
grinned at Ryan again with a dirty,
knowing look.
Ryan just
smiled and held out the ruler.
"Somebody do me now. Here,
Billy, you do it. If you just go for it
you'll loosen up, man. C'mon, this is
cool. It doesn't make you a fag or
anything, man. It's just for fun. Just this once."
He poked
Billy in the chest with the ruler, and the younger boy slowly took it
from his
grasp, feeling awkward in the spotlight: "I dunno . . . I --”
“-- and
smallest has to jerk off the two runner’s up," Ryan interrupted,
enjoying
himself as he kept creating his game.
"Have
you done this before or something?" said Sean. "And
what's all this shit about jerking
each other off anyway," he added defensively while trying not to think
about the reason he was getting so stiff.
"It's
no contest if there's no risk, right?"
Ryan slapped Sean on the shoulder.
"Don't be a wuss, dude.
Besides, with a woody like that, it don't look like it's
bothering you
all that much anyway, bud." He
reached over and squeezed Sean's stuff through his briefs.
"C'mon, bro, it'll be cool. Just
this once. Besides, we all get off
smackin' the dong in
bed every night anyway, listenin' to each other sloshin' around in the
lotion. It's not like there's that much to
hide."
It was
true. Not long after they had moved into
this room in the house, all four boys had caught each other jerking off
in the
bathroom or even right here on a bed when another came home
unexpectedly. And they always seemed to be
springing hardons. They had finally just
started to joke about
how they all needed a good whackoff every day, and eventually they had
taken up
a nightly ritual of tossing around a bottle of handlotion from bed to
bed in
the dark, each boy masturbating in his own bed but listening to the
others as
their wet fingers slipped up and down their burning rods.
Still, it had never gone anywhere near this
far before.
But Ryan
was insistent about it happening this time.
"Listen, Sean, we'd be buffin' our bats ourselves in a little
while
anyway, and a different hand'll feel cool just for a change. It's only this once. Why,
you chicken? Think yer gonna lose?"
Sean felt
Ryan rub his cock a little more before he let go. He
finally laughed softly, feeling safe so
long as he'd had to be talked into it.
"What the fuck. Okay."
Ryan turned
back to Billy, looking deep in the other's eyes. "C'mon, kid, quit
worrying about it all and just measure me, fucker."
Billy's face was reddening badly as Ryan slid
his underwear the rest of the way down and whipped it off, his long,
straight, slender
cock sticking up at a 70 degree angle aimed toward Billy's face. Billy just sat there a moment looking at the
throbbing boner in front of him. Slowly
his hand began to reach out hesitantly.
He, too, was still scared of the other boys finding out how much
he
really wanted to do this, how much he really liked dick.
Suddenly
Sean chimed in, sounding hornier: "yeah, go ahead and grab it,
man." Ryan and Blake both looked at
Sean's lust-filled eyes as he looked intently at Ryan's long baseball
bat. He wished he had a dick like Ryan's,
almost
as much as Blake's. Fuck, he was
starting to feel like he wanted to grab the fucking thing himself, play
with
it, make it squirt. His own young
surferboy rod was really poking his briefs out all the way now. Seeing his buddy's beautiful total boner
right up close like that had made all his secret dirty feelings about
other
boys come welling up further to the surface.
Finally,
Billy reached out and carefully put a fingertip on the head of Ryan's
cock and
slowly bent the high-pointing dick downward until it poked straight out.
"Yeah,
do it, buddy," Ryan breathed, hot and horny at getting his dick felt.
The boy's
fingers fiddled with the big narrow dickhead as he tried to hold it in
place
from bobbing around so much while laying the ruler on top of the shaft. "You gotta make it hold more still,
Ryan, so I can get it right," he managed to say in a near whisper.
"Can't
help ya, bud. The fucker always bounces
like that when I'm on the bone this hard, man."
Billy
curled his fingers around the underside of the long thin shaft,
gripping all
the way around it to the ruler and pulling the stick down harder
against the
top of the pulsing boner.
"At
least it doesn't curve at all so we can get the measurement real good,"
Ryan said as he watched carefully. With
his other hand, Billy cupped the boy's low-hanging baseball nuts while
using
the fingertips to hold the end of the ruler tight into Ryan's thin,
dark-blond
pubes. "Okay, guess we're
ready," said Ryan. "So how long is it, man?"
Billy
leaned down close and looked carefully at the gaping red tip as he
whiffed in
the sweaty jockboy smell of Ryan's crotch.
"Seven and . . . six tenths.
Fuck! You're bigger than Blake
is, Ryan!" The bronzed baseball
player chuckled and looked up at Blake who was staring open-mouthed:
"so
who's gonna give me the handjob, huh,
fucker?" Ryan laughed again as
Billy and Sean joined in.
"No .
. . fucking . . . way," protested Blake.
"Gimme that fuckin' thing," he exclaimed as he grabbed the
ruler away from Billy. He gripped Ryan's
hardon in his big fist and handled it roughly, bending and pressing it
against
the ruler and checking for himself.
"Fuck, dude. You are
bigger than me." He dropped the ruler and
felt along the long
dick for a minute, up and down all over it, as the other boys watched
him
admiring Ryan's cock.
Ryan leaned
into Blake's ear and whispered, "you're still thicker, bro," and the
other boy smiled proudly.
"Come
on, let's get on with it," Sean cut in.
Blake
laughed. "Okay, little fuck.
Let's see what you got, studboy."
He grabbed Sean by the legs and pulled him toward his lap.
Sean fell onto his back giggling as Blake
threw the boy's legs up in the air and pulled his underwear off,
letting Sean's
thighs fall over his own around his waist, the kid's butt in his lap,
his balls
pressed into Blake's stomach.
"Okay, fucker, let's play doctor, buddy." He
grabbed the bone and was breathing hard,
obviously enjoying the feels he was getting of his brothers' fratbrat
fucksticks. His own prick was pressed
wetly into Sean's back now as the boy lay in his lap staring up at him
and looking
hornier by the second.
"Aw,
it's a cute little thing," Blake joked as he fingered Sean's smaller
stiffy, then gripped his hand around the shaft.
"Good solid bone though," he told everyone.
"But it ain't gonna win."
Ryan had
begun to openly masturbate now as he watched the show he had started
really
take off. His fingers were sliding
lazily up and down the whole length of his cock, the fist stopping for
a hard
squeeze on the shaft once in a while.
Even Billy
seemed to be letting his horniness take over now and looked more
relaxed as he
played with the front of his briefs.
"Blake's just kidding you, Sean. I
like your dick, dude," said Billy as he
looked at the boy's stiff, veiny wiener waving in the air while Blake's
fingers
moved all over and around it gently, checkin' it out but good.
"Yeah,
looks real cool, Sean," Ryan added, although it was obvious to everyone
it
was no match for the two that had been measured already.
"Don't
feel cool," said Blake. "Fucker
feels hot as hell. Hey look at that. It's gettin' a little drip on the top. Betcha this
feels bitchin', don't it, dude?" he said nastily as he let his thumb
graze
the tip and spread the precum down just under the head.
"So you throw wet boners too, huh?"
"Sometimes,"
Sean whispered. He could hardly breathe,
let alone talk. The boy he was hottest
for was fuckin' around like crazy with his surfer board.
If Blake didn't quit feeling him up so much
like this he felt like he was gonna cream pretty soon.
Even though it was obvious that all the boys
were really getting off on this now, he still didn't want to blast his
load all
over Blake. At least not this fast. "C'mon, man, measure it, will ya?"
Sean had a
dick that stuck straight out, so as Blake pulled it toward him it could
have
bent downward over his nuts if the other boy's stomach hadn't been in
the
way. Blake held the length of the rod
against himself, pressed into the fine trail of dark brown hair that
ran down
the center of his stomach below his navel.
He felt it throbbing hard against him as he shoved the ruler
along the
top of the dick and into Sean's blond bush.
All the boys looked closely where the tip rested against the
ruler. Blake bent forward, his face close
to the
sweaty hardon as he strained to read the ruler.
"Looks like, um . . . about six and a half, buddyboy."
"Six
and seven tenths," Sean corrected him, his deep brown eyes searching
around for approval.
"So
you've measured it before, huh fucker?"
Blake laughed softly and fingered the stiff bone from top to
bottom
against the ruler.
Ryan looked
closely and nodded. "Yep, he's
right: six point seven. That's cool,
bud. It's bigger'n most dicks."
"How
the fuck would you know?"
laughed Blake as he continued fondling Sean's increasingly wet throbber
in his
lap. He tossed the ruler onto Sean's
stomach but kept holding the boy's stick against his tight gut, faintly
rubbing
the thing across his stomach from side to side.
"I've
just heard, that's all. They're usually
about six, I heard." Ryan's slow
pumping stopped a moment as he pressed his boner down and let it snap
up and
spring in the air, repeating the horny dickplay several times before he
started
in again jacking off. He was watching
Blake's hand carefully, the other boy not realizing fully how much his
big
fingers were stroking Sean's shaft, tracing the thin veins, fingering
the
ridge, palming the head, groping down into his bush, messing with his
beachboy
balls. As another small drop of precum
seeped out, Blake absently smoothed it around the tip.
Trying to
keep himself from sperming, Sean grabbed the ruler off his stomach and
reached
over to tug at Billy's briefs.
"Okay, Billyboy, lemme see that little wiener, kid."
Billy
straightened his legs as Sean pulled down his underwear for him. The elastic band caught on the dickhead as
Sean was stripping the kid, and everyone watched a fairly thick,
sharply
curving shaft come into view from the black pubes.
At last, a good sized mushroom cap thwacked
up, smacking loudly against Billy's tight stomach as the briefs cleared
it. Billy's boner stayed like that too,
curving straight up, pressed into his stomach.
Sean tried to bend it but could only get it a little more than
an inch
down, so he leaned in and with both hands worked the ruler in between
the dick
and stomach and pushed down enough to know he'd hit bottom into Billy's
jet-black curls.
Sean
strained his neck to double-check before he finally announced it. "Seven inches -- exactly.
Fuck!
I fuckin' lost. Thought I'd at
least beat you, ya li'l fucker."
"You
are gonna beat him, dude," Blake laughed as Ryan suddenly jumped up
from
the bed and went to his nightstand.
"Yer gonna beat ol' Billyboy's boner right here, right now,
man. Then ya gotta do me too,
buddy. That's the deal."
Blake squeezed Sean's hardon playfully, the
boy's legs still around his hips.
Ryan hopped
back on the bed and tossed the bottle of handlotion in front of Sean. "Go for it, man. Pull
him off, Sean. Let's see ya make it
squirt, dude." Ryan began tugging his rod
again.
They all
watched Sean snap open the lotion and pour a good sized glob into his
palm. Sean looked around at all the
nasty eyes and gave a dirty look back.
There were no secrets now, no more guards up: every one of the
boys was
now obviously hot for dick tonight and openly anxious to make 'em
spray, see
their hot looking fratbrat buddies spurt their wads.
Sean reached over to Billy and smoothed the
stuff along the underside of the kid's raging hardon, coated the
bobbing head,
then firmly grasped the pulsing shaft.
He could feel Blake's fingers getting even busier on his own
hammering
spike as he told Billy to get closer, pulling him by the boner right up
beside
him, just below his head, the boy up on his knees over him. Billy's cock was now right above Sean’s neck
and chest, aimed straight up at the ceiling as Sean began to
rhythmically pump
it up and down, the lotion giving off a crackly smacking sound.
"Yeah,
fucker, jerk that fratboy dick," Blake breathed, his total horniness
over
this show blazing in his lusty gaze.
"Beat that kid-dick off, buddy." Blake's
fingers were stroking over Sean's cock
almost as much as Sean's own hand was working Billy's dick now.
Billy began
to moan and squirm as his hardon reddened under the sturdy, lotioned
strokeoff
his frat brother was giving him.
"Mmmm, you do that good, man," he breathed.
"I've
had enough practice," snickered Sean as he stroked Billy's boner with
as
much care as he gave his own every night, his arm sliding steadily, his
dark
bronzed bicep flexing with each full ride up and down from tip to pubes. His slippery fist was loudly smacking with all
the handlotion, his other hand pouring on a little more every minute or
two as
it slowly absorbed into Billy's cock.
The sound they heard every night from each other's bed was now
turning
all the boys on more than ever as they got to see the throbbing woody
and nasty
dickplay that went with it. Sean kept
masturbating Billy with long, firm strokes to the tip, then back down
deep into
his black hair, making the kid's spike stand tall, red and rigid. Sean let his head fall back to the mattress
now as he watched the jerkoff he was giving Billy.
Soon he squirted some of the lotion onto his
other hand to fuck around with the young gymnast's tight, boyish nuts,
too. He pulled and worked them down until
the
kid's nads were hangin' as he palmed them.
Blake fished
into Sean’s crotch with his free hand and began messing around with the
beachballs down there, too, as his other hand now began to fully
masturbate the
boy in his lap. His own hardon ached as
it jutted and throbbed down there against Sean's back, turning both
guys on
even more at its angry wet pounding against the surfer kid. "Yeah, beat little Billyboy off,
fuckstud."
No one was
even sure if Blake realized altogether how much he had been playing
with Sean's
boner all this time, maybe not even Blake himself, who had been
watching all
the action on the other cocks the whole time he held it and fondled it. But he hadn't let go of Sean's stick once
since he had measured it several minutes ago.
Finally,
Ryan looked over from Billy's rubjob as he continued to beat his own
stiff meat
and spoke up. "You better watch out
there, Blake, or Sean's gonna give ya a faceful any second, man. Yer about to make the kid cream."
With that
Blake finally looked down and gasped at how swollen and beet-red the
boy's
boner was, suddenly realizing just how much he had been messin' on the
thing. "Fuck, bud, looks like I've
been givin' you some serious rubbin' there, too, huh man?
What the fuck. Do it.
Go ahead and squirt yer chunks, kid.
Sperm it up in my hand."
Ryan
grabbed the lotion bottle and spilled some of it down the length of
Sean's rod
as Blake began beating him off steadily now.
"Feel
good, fucker?" asked Blake.
"You gettin' off on me jerkin' you like this, little boy? Yeah, I'm really spankin' that puppy for
ya. Gonna make ya spew the sperm,
fuckboy." The lotion slid down
through the pubes over Sean's nutsack as Blake's other hand continued
to fondle
the kid's firm young teenboy balls.
"Aw,
fuuuuck, yeah, do me, fucker," panted Sean as he sped up on Billy's
slurping stiffer. His arm was glowing in
a fine sweat. In fact, all the boys were
getting a sheen of glistening sweat from the sultry night, the nasty
workout
and their raging horniness. Their hair
was just beginning to mat to their flushed foreheads.
Their heaving young chests sparkled with the
thin mist.
"Yeah,
jab that fuckin' hard rod through his
fist, ya li'l studpuppy," Blake said heatedly to Billy while beating
off
Sean faster. Billy looked like he was
getting close and had begun humping his dick through Sean's fist as the
kid
handjobbed him to the edge. Billy's nuts
now pulled way back up into Sean's hand, so the boy began to palm them
against
the other's crotch, his fingertips sliding up a little behind them
between
Billy's tight, hairless legs.
"I'm
gonna shoot soon," moaned Billy.
"Yeah, jerk me off, Sean.
Beat off my hard boydick."
"Yeah,
beat that cock," Ryan muttered nastily as his fist slipped up and down
his
shaft. "Jack that boner off,
fucker. Make the kid cream it,
Sean. Smack it till he really makes a
mess." Ryan's face was flushed and
trembling. He wanted to see these
fratboys sperm it so bad, then get his own stick whipped.
Blake
stared down at the handjob he was giving Sean.
"Gonna make ya spurt the sauce too, stud. Sperm
it up thick and hard, you dirty
fuckerboy," he urged Sean, realizing how much he wanted to see another
kid
go off and to know that he was the one who was making the boy spray his
sex. He grabbed the lotion, poured more
over
Sean's smacking dick, then decided to drizzle some more onto Billy's
stiff wood
too. The sound of the two sloshing
boners filled the room, the air hot and smelly with sportboy teensweat
and hard
wet jockdicks.
Suddenly
Sean shuddered and a long hard stream of jizz streaked straight up
Blake's
chest and hosed him loudly with a long healthy splat beneath his chin. "Yeah, spray it, fucker," he
shouted as he breathed in the heavy odor
of Sean's salty surfer sperm so close under his nose.
A second volley erupted and spewed up even
higher, splattering in the air over Blake, raining down into his dark
hair, a
bit of it sprinkling over his sweaty, nasty face. Another
forceful blast squirted out and
splashed across Blake's chest, thick white globs clinging all across
his broad
pecs, hanging from his pencil-eraser nipples.
"Yeah,
you fucker, yer fuckin' spunkin' it,
stud." Blake was totally stoked
feeling the shower of cream spraying and splattering all over him.
Sean had
lifted himself up to see, too, though he tried to continue masturbating
Billy
steadily. He watched as his awesome
hornyboy load was still pelleting in smaller jets over Blake's chest
and
stomach, the sound of the beatoff intensifying as his sperm gushed out
into
Blake's fist and got slathered up and down his rod.
Maybe he wasn't the biggest dicked, but he
packed some studly wads. It was dripping
off Blake's chin, running down his neck and slowly sliding from his
chest down
his stomach.
Just then
Billy gave a hard moan and lurched forward in Sean's hand, a thick gush
of his
jizz bursting up over his stomach and pouring all over Sean's fist. As it slid down and began to drip thickly
from the boy's wrist, a much harder blast busted out.
Sean had not only leaned up more to watch his
own load blow, but his fist had also pulled Billy's dick down some,
together
closing the space between them enough that this huge shot of Billy's
nutcream
whapped Sean strongly in the side of his head and ran down his jaw. "Yeah . . . Billy," Sean managed to
moan through his own jerks and spasms as Blake kept masturbating his
sperming
cock, "make a . . . mess all . . . over me, man." And
Billy did. Several more hard, horny young
squirts
spurted up and arced in the air, falling in strings over his own chest
and
stomach and across Sean's shoulder and arm.
"What a . . . dirty boy," Sean gasped as he jerked and humped
in Blake's fist. "Yeah . . . sauce
me down, kid."
Finally
there was nothing left but the hard strong smell of sperm now, as Billy
and
Sean kept getting their dicks milked until they couldn't stand it
anymore.
"Shit,
that looked so fuckin' hot,"
Ryan puffed out hornily as he jacked his rod a little harder and
watched tons
of thick white globs of spunk sliding down the other three panting
fratkids. He was still beating off dry,
afraid to add lotion or he might cream off before he got his chance to
get his
rod whacked by another boy, too.
Sean's cock
was softening a little as Blake continued to finger it, spreading the
stringy
sperm back over the boy's dick. Sean
gave Billy's rod a final squeeze, though, and let the kid's still-hard
dong
snap free.
"Fuck,
Billy, yer stiff as ever, dude," Blake noticed. "You
ain't shrunk at all like Sean."
"That's
'cause he likes this shit so much," said Ryan, giving Billy a nasty,
penetrating look. "Dontcha,
Billyboy?"
Billy
looked right back at Ryan just as dirty, just as penetrating, knowing
the score
on the other boy now, too, after having thought about the way all this
got set
up. He was feeling alot better about
liking
cocks now, watching other boys getting their sticks rubbed. He and Ryan exchanged smiles and then watched
as the next round began.
Sean
hoisted himself upright with his legs still wrapped around Blake's
waist. He slid back slightly till Blake's
precum-drenched
stonehardon glided up through Sean’s buttcheeks and balls and snapped
up
proudly between both boys’ thighs.
"Looks
like you're ready to get paid back, huh fucker?" said Sean. "Wanna pop that wad, bud?"
He scooped up a handful of his cream off
Blake's chest and smeared it all over the boy's burning wood. "Ready to blow yer cork, buddy?
I'm gonna whip this puppy off nasty, bro,
just like you did me, studboy. I owe you
a good one too, bud. Gonna take it all
over me. Just like you took mine, you
hot fratfuck stud." He was
trembling hornily as he leaned in and really masturbated Blake's big
bone.
Blake moaned
as he felt his hardon getting soaked in Sean's thick, creamy sperm, the
boy's
fingers whacking him off with the same heavy slippery twisty action
Sean had
just given Billy.
"You fucker,” Blake breathed, “yer givin' me
the best jackoff of my life, Sean. Billy
was right. You really know how to whack
a dude off, studpuppy. I'm glad yer the
one who lost, man."
"I'm
not so sure I'd say I lost," panted Sean as he stared intently at
Blake's
long cock in his pumping hand. "To
to tell ya the truth, man," he finally confessed, "I've wanted to
feel this boner on you for a long time.
And now I got it."
"Yer
gonna get more'n that, stud. Gonna soak
ya real fast here. Man, I gotta blow
soon. My nuts are fuckin' stuffed!"
"Yeah,
fucker. C’mon, Blake, sperm me,
dude. I want it. Wanna
feel yer hot jizz squirt out all over
me, man." Sean scooped up more of
his surfer foam and worked it into Blake's cock.
"Yeah! Jack . . . me . . . off,
man," hissed
Blake as he humped his hardon through Sean's fist.
"It ain't gonna be long the way yer
doin' me. Hey, looky here," he said
as he glanced down. "Horny li'l
Sean's got another big hard boner. You
'n Billy just can't keep it down, huh?"
He reached down with both spermy hands and fondled Sean's cock
again as
the boy sped up on his sperm-slicked rod.
"Feels so wicked hard, man.
Didn't take you fuckin' long to re-load at all, huh? You weren't kiddin' about bein' turned on to
my big fratboy dick. That's so cool,
man. That's so cool."
He began seriously stoking off Sean again as
he squirmed in the boy's handjob on him.
"Aw fuck, that's feels good.
Yeah, jack me off, fucker. Aw
fuck, I think I'm gonna bust a nut."
He began to work Sean's rod furiously to a second blow. "Fuck, I wanna see this li'l puppy spit
it again so bad, Sean. Spuz it with me,
buddy. Sperm it up," he huffed as the
two boys masturbated each other wet and sloppy in Sean's hot white
surferboy
jizz.
"Yeah,
wax that fucker's stick, Sean," Ryan shouted. "Jack
him off dirty, Blake. You boys are gonna cream!"
"Aw,
yeah, fuckin' right I'm gonna cream," whimpered Blake as his thick
bullnuts pulled up tight to the base of his rod, aching to let loose
after all
the dickplay he'd been doing on his cool buddy tonight.
"Yer gonna get it soon, Sean," he
whispered in a nasty rasp. "I'm
'bout to fuckin' blow."
"Fuck! Me too," blurted Sean,
surprised he was
feeling his balls cut loose this fast again.
"Fuck, I'm gonna jizz on you again, dude!" he barked out as he
leaned further forward. Blake's two
hands were both stroking Sean’s stiff board, one after the other, base
to tip,
and suddenly Sean's aching balls erupted and he squirted a huge blowing
stream
of beachcream that blasted straight into Blake's nuts as Sean dug in
and really
started beating the big kid off in his face, horny strings of his hot
fratspunk
whizzing into Blake's big balls.
As soon as
Blake felt the hot spray of the boy's fratload squirting forcefully
into his
nuts, he just fucking unloaded.
"Beat me, fuckboy! I'm gonna
blast ya!"
Suddenly
Sean's face was coated with cream.
He hadn't even seen it coming.
There was just hot thick cockspew all over him, his face,
shoulders and
neck sopping in rich teensperm. It was
followed immediately by four more long hard hosing squirts that
splatted loudly
against his forehead, lips, chin and neck.
The boy was battered with Blake's huge load of heavy sportboy
spunk, and
the dude kept on creamin' off with football player jizz.
"Yeah,
fuckerboy," Sean spat through his sperm-covered lips.
"Hose it out that big stiff jockcock,
you fuckin' stud!" More stringy
blasts rinsed his chest and stomach as he unleashed the last of his own
fratkid
jizz all over Blake's spurting rod and swollen balls.
The two boys seemed to pump it out forever.
Finally
Blake let go and leaned back on his heels to catch some air. He took a long breath as he looked at Sean,
whose head fell back on the bed again as he released Blake's big bone
and faded
dreamily. Blake looked in near-disbelief
at the kid. Sean was drenched in his
load. Blake had never spermed off so
much blow in all the years he'd been beatin' it. "Check
that shit out, man. I really slimed the
dude."
"Just
one more boner to go, bud," he heard Ryan chuckle.
Blake
looked over at Ryan, the kid's stake sticking up and aimed at Blake. "Pickin' me, huh? Yeah, well I knew you got off
on me, Ryan. Okay, c'mere, bud," Blake
said with a
nasty smile. "You need to get off,
and my hands are wet 'n ready."
"Yeah,
I'm fuckin' steamin', man,” Ryan
grinned. “I gotta get beat off now,
too.” He scooted over on his knees,
right up to Blake, and slapped his rigid dick into the boy's sloppy
hands,
slimy with two loads of thick, sticky Seansauce.
Ryan leaned close into Blake. “I know you wanna whack off my big teenboy
dogrod, dontcha?" He pressed his forehead
against Blake's cheek a second and whispered, "Wanna know somethin’? I’ve thought about it bein' you when I beat
off, fucker."
"Well
now yer gonna get it for real, stud" Blake whispered back hornily,
still
feeling nasty as ever even after unloading his cream.
He curled his fingers around Ryan's long
boner and began slicking up the winning rod.
As soon as Ryan
felt the wet fingers starting in, he knew he wasn't going to last long. He threw a leg over Sean and straddled him
just above his stomach as Blake soaked his throbbing dick, hefty nads
and dark
blond pubes in the surfer’s sperm.
Blake, Ryan
and Billy all watched Ryan’s dick sticking up strong and cocked, nearly
ready
to burst in a minute as Blake smacked it around and fondled it some
before
setting in on a steady pace.
"Man,
yer surferstuff is the best lube I ever had," Ryan called over his
shoulder to Sean. "Fuck, yer hot
sexjuice feels bad on my bone, boy."
But Sean
was missing the show except for the sound of his wad being slurped up
and down
Ryan's big baseball bat. He was still
lost in the glow and could hardly move.
He just lay there, even as Billy reached down and gave a light
stroke to
the lazy surferboy's hair before he also threw a leg over Sean’s chest,
slid up
behind Ryan, hooked his chin over one of Ryan's shoulders, and gripped
an arm
around the boy. “I gotta see this.”
Ryan leaned
his head to the side against Billy’s.
“Mmmm, I like that bone against my back, buddy.
The fuckin’ thing’s gettin’ me hotter.”
“I’m sorta
gettin’ pretty worked up again, too,” breathed Billy.
He soon felt one of Sean’s hands slowly slide
up the inside of his thigh and gently fondle his again-teeming balls. He worked his free hand between Ryan’s back
and his own body and grasped himself, working his cockhead against
Ryan’s back
while watching Ryan getting jerked off by Blake. He
wanted to see the boy finally blow off,
and he wanted to shoot one with him.
After all that had happened, he knew Ryan couldn't last long,
and he felt
like he wouldn't take very long to crank up his own wad again either.
Sean
continued to just lay there and moaned softly as he felt up a handful
of
Billyballs. "Yeah, big Billy,"
he said softly. "Spurt up another
one, kid."
"I
don't know what the fuck is goin' on back there," said Blake heartily,
"but I'm about to get blasted again, fuckers. What
a scene, man. We look like some fuckin'
porno movie or
somethin', boys."
"Better,"
panted Ryan as he shoved his hardon back and forth in Blake's fist. He, Blake and Billy looked down at the
longest cock in the room, pointed upward in its high angle, gripped
tight in
Blake's hand with only seconds to go before it exploded.
"Aw fuck, my nuts are killin' me," he
gasped. "I'm gonna shoot my stuff,
boys."
Blake felt
Ryan's nuts pull up quickly in his hand as he held them tightly while
working
Ryan's cock to the brink, the ridge of the cockhead flared wide, the
shaft like steel. The boy's hard baseball
nuts were pressed
tight to the base of his bat. Blake
palmed them approvingly. "Feels
like these fuckin' nads are gonna bust, kid.
Gimme that chunky load, Ryan.
Piss that fuckin' dickcream out on me, buddy."
Seconds
later, Ryan did. He drew a long deep
breath, screwed up his awesome face, and gave out a long whine. "I'm gonna spit it up, dudes.
Here . . . it . . . comes!"
Blake felt
the boy's nuts snap out of his slippery fingers and pop right up into
the kid,
and a split-second later Ryan pitched his first fastball.
Blake got smacked in the forehead and hair
with the sizzling whiz as he jacked up and down Ryan's boner with a
fury, his
hand filling with a fistful of Ryan's thick, pungent athlete cream. Another piercing jet splattered across
Blake's shoulder, and then several more long ropes of the baseball
player's
heavy sportcream splashed up and studded his chest and arms in big
white dense
splotches.
"Aw
fuuuck, here comes Billy," they heard Sean laugh as his fingers felt
Billy’s
nuts crack. Billy lurched and gripped
Ryan tightly as shots of his sauce streaked up Ryan's back. Sean reached up weakly and grabbed at the
bottom
of the up-curving base of Billy's spasming boner, trying to help milk
out more
of the boy's second load as Billy kept spraying. “Fuck,
I feel it pumpin’.”
Blake also
continued to whack out Ryan's endless rounds of boyblow.
Ryan showered him in it, hammering out wad
after wad of spurting teensperm that rocketed out and cascaded down
Blake's
chest in strong white rivers. And Blake
just kept working the horny smelling stuff out of Ryan's long slender
boner,
making him spasm and jerk as he spit out the last bullets of his thick,
globby
fratspunk.
Finally
both Ryan and Billy were done getting the last knots of their teenglue
kneaded out. Fuck, there was sperm
everywhere, mostly over
all the boys. The air reeked of it. Soon Blake reached beside him and picked up
his still-damp bathtowel and took up the job of mopping the sperm up
off all
the boys as best he could, but it was obvious everyone needed another
shower
tonight after getting soaked in so much boycream.
"That
was the best," Blake said as he whiffed at his towel, getting off on
the
rich powerful smell of a pint of fresh young teenage fratkid jizz. "Dudes, if it's okay with you, I really
wanna do this again sometime."
There was a
short pause before the other three burst out laughing and dragged him
into a
pile. The naked kids wrestled in the
rest of the sperm awhile before they all dragged each other off the bed
and
headed toward the shower. There'd be no
more tossing the handlotion bottle from bed to bed in the dark every
night. And the ruler fell to the floor.
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