Date: Mon, 8 Mar 2004 02:03:17 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: SEVENTH GRADE JACK OFF SLEEPOVER

The second time I had a group jack off session with my buddies in 7th grade
was during a sleep-over at my house.  Interestingly, it didn't happen that
night but rather the following morning.

I had invited my pals Larry, Johnny and Eddie to spend the night after
school on Friday. After reaching the neighborhood we all lived in, we
parted ways and agreed to meet at my house after dinner, around 6 p.m.  My
parents were cool about letting me have sleep-overs on week-ends whenever I
wanted, which was not very often.  I liked sleep-overs at my buddies'
houses better, just because it felt more like an adventure, I guess.
Anyway, it was my turn to have it this particular weekend.  For some reason
our group jerk-offs only happened at my house, maybe because I controlled
the situation more since it was my turf.  My family lived in a typical
late-1950's lower middle class tract house and my bedroom was big enough to
sleep 3 pretty comfortably, but 4 was stretching it.  I had a double bed so
the guys flipped for it and Larry ended up sleeping with me.  Johnny and
Eddie were in sleeping bags on the floor, one at the side of the bed and
the other at the foot. Once they had their bags all laid out with pillows
and stuff there wasn't much floor space left exposed.  I had a TV in my
room so it was easy for us to stay up as late as we wanted without
disrupting the rest of my family, so long as we didn't make too much noise
and kept the TV volume down low.  My mom always gave us free access to the
kitchen and the refrigerator, so we usually would grab all the stuff we
wanted before we went into my room and shut the door for the night until
somebody had to use the bathroom.  That evening we hung out in my backyard
just goofing around and talking about our 13 year-old social lives at
school (we had all turned 13 over the last few months), the comic book
titles we all read, and the sci-fi movies we had seen on TV recently.
Typical boy stuff.  Johnny was a funny kid, fairly short and solid, and
already developing some nice musculature for a 13 year-old.  Johnny had a
quick wit and a mean mouth on him, and he and I would get into insult
matches all the time.  I liked Johnny a lot, mostly because his mind worked
in a manner similar to mine.  Larry was a cool, laid-back kid of Irish
descent and his easy-going manner and perpetual happy disposition made him
fun and easy to be around, much like a playful, affectionate puppy.  He was
one of the cutest guys I had ever seen and I had the usual young adolescent
crush on him; but there was something extra in the way I felt about him
that I didn't really understand yet.  All I knew was that hanging out with
him, being around him, got me excited in a lot of ways.  Eddie had been my
best friend since 1st grade and he was the runt of our group.  Eddie had
turned 13 the week before and he had just started going through puberty.
Nevertheless, Eddie and I had been goofing off sexually since 3rd grade,
jerking off and rubbing ourselves against each other whenever we could.
Eddie wasn't as into it as I was, but he was a good sport about it and
would accommodate my urges even when he wasn't really in the mood.

We stayed outside until the sun started going down.  Then we all marauded
into the house and hung out with my parents and older sister for a little
while before we went into my room.  We goofed off 'til around 10 p.m. when
my parents told us they were going to bed and not to stay up all night.  My
sister had gone out earlier with her boyfriend and wouldn't get home 'til
late.  Around 11 p.m. we made our final raid on the refrigerator and then
finally closed my bedroom door.

We watched TV for a while but everybody was pretty sleepy and by midnight
the guys were all pretty much wiped out and ready to go to sleep for reals.
We all still had all our clothes on from the day and now came the part I
had been waiting for all night.  We weren't as hesitant about getting
undressed in front of each other as we had been a few weeks before when we
had all whacked off with our class bully Casey.  Of course we all talked
about that afternoon for days and days afterwards, but it gradually faded
as a regular topic of conversation as more immediate events happened in our
adolescent lives.

We got undressed at the same time as we prepared our beds for the night.
None of us usually wore pajamas unless it was cold, and this happened
during the late Spring when the nights were getting warmer.  Johnny and I
both whipped off our t-shirts at the same time.  For some reason it made us
laugh and I started teasing Johnny about him having a boner.  The guys all
cracked up and Johnny told me that that was what I had been hoping for.  He
was right.  By the time we were ready to turn the lights off, all of us
were stripped down to what we usually slept in: me and Johnny only wore our
briefs, Eddie wore his t-shirt and briefs, but Larry only kept his briefs
on until we were in bed.  He must have been hot, because he kept tossing
and thrashing around until he finally told me he was too hot and that he
was going to take his underwear off, too.  I guess he thought he was
whispering it quietly enough that the other guys wouldn't hear him, but
Johnny started making that knowing "ooooooo" sound and Eddie joined in
while we all snickered, including Larry.  The only light in my room was
from the streetlight just outside one of my windows, but the shades were
fairly thick and just a faint glow of light shone into the room.  My eyes
had adjusted by now and I could see Larry's underpants go sailing across my
room once he had them off.  My dick was already half hard just from having
Larry this close to me, let alone naked.  As he settled back in to go to
sleep, my mind started seeing him uncovered and spread out on my bed and I
immediately sprang a major woody.  I forced my mind to quiet down and
scooted over a bit closer to Larry so that later on whenever he turned over
onto his side he'd be close enough for me to feel the heat of his naked
body under the covers.  I listened for any sounds of the guys beating off
but all I heard was the deep, regular breathing of sleep.  I closed my
eyes, happy with the thought of the guys all being here and especially of
Larry sleeping naked in my bed beside me.

I had to pee at about 6 a.m. and I climbed over Johnny and Eddie as I crept
out of my room.  After I was done taking a leak I walked back in to find
Larry, naked and half-hard, just climbing out of bed.  He smiled his
friendly, goofy, chipped-front-tooth grin at me as I came in, eyes still
half closed and his curly brown hair rumpled and hanging over his forehead.
Dawn was still breaking but there was now enough light in the room for me
to see him clearly.  As he stood up his dick throbbed once over his nut
sack.  Larry's dick wasn't as big as mine but his balls hung lower than
mine did.  His wide brownish-pink nipples looked dark against his pale,
freckled skin.  As he passed me on his way to the bathroom I could smell
him, warm and slightly sweaty, the scent of a healthy young kid fresh out
of a cozy bed.  I made sure to stay awake until he came back in so I could
see him naked again.  When he came back to bed his dick was flaccid and he
had splashed some cold water on his face.  I could feel it's coolness on
his skin after he climbed back into bed, and he made a slight shivering
sound as he hunched up under the warm blankets.  He turned towards me onto
his side and half-unconsciously nuzzled up against me.  I chuckled and
Larry smiled before murmuring that he was just trying to get warm.  I
didn't say a word, I just laid there listening to Larry's breathing as he
drifted off into sleep.  His knees were touching my thigh and I popped
another boner.  I turned to face him and our foreheads were just touching
as I snuggled closer into him.  It felt like we were breathing one breath
-- I fell asleep breathing in Larry's breath as he exhaled, then breathing
out as Larry inhaled.  Larry was such a great guy.

I woke up because something was shaking my bed enough to wake me.  As my
mind gradually crept into consciousness, I realized that Larry had rolled
away from me onto his back.  When I opened my eyes I saw that he had pushed
the covers down from his chest, exposing his pale, creamy skin.  One of his
arms was crooked casually behind his head; his other arm was under the
covers working diligently, and I knew immediately that Larry was jerking
off.  He had his eyes closed and his hand was really going at it.  I
laughed quietly and Larry turned his head quickly towards me when he heard
me laugh.  His eyes were huge and he looked embarrassed.  I just smiled at
him and closed my eyes again, letting him know that I knew what he was up
to and that I was OK with it.  I turned over onto my back as well now, then
pushed the blankets down from my naked chest.  I was wide awake and alert
but I was pretending to still be sort of asleep.  I pushed my hand under
the covers and started rubbing my already ramrod hard dick through my
tighty whities, then pushed the blankets down to my knees and pulled my
briefs off.  Larry was watching me and when I looked at him he gave me that
crazy lop-sided, chipped-tooth smile of his and I know I smiled back.  He
kept looking at me rubbing my boner, then at his dick, then at my face, and
then back down to my dick, etc.  Every time he looked at me I could tell
from his glazed and hypnotized eyes how good he was feeling.  I wasn't
pretending anymore about being half asleep; I was jacking off at full
throttle now.  At the foot of the bed, Johnny turned over in his sleep but
the sound startled us and we both froze in mid-stroke, hoping we hadn't
been caught.  It got silent again, and me and Larry looked at each other
and started to giggle.  We buried our mouths in our arms, stifling our
laughter, and then went back to stroking.  Larry went back into himself
while he continued beating: he was one of those kids who closes his eyes
and frowns while he lets his imagination go wild.  He looked really sexy
lying there, face all red and gnawing at his lower lip.  I reached over and
flicked his nipple pretty hard on purpose; he recoiled and almost fell off
the bed.  He caught himself just in time and was able to control his reflex
to shout out.  I could tell from the look he gave me that he was pissed,
but when he saw me trying not to burst out laughing his frown melted into a
grin and he kicked me and started to go for his dick again.  But I beat him
to it.  I half sat up, reached out fast and rubbed his 5"-ish shaft with
the inside of my forearm and he almost moaned from the feeling.  He just
stared at me, half in opened-mouth surprise, half in not being able to
resist how good my skin felt on his dick.  I rolled over towards him and he
hesitantly turned a bit towards me, too.  I stroked his hard cock for a few
seconds and then reached down to finger his sparse pubes and cup his big
balls.  They felt warm and heavy in my hand and Larry was really liking it.
Then I whispered to him the best-ever trick of sliding his dick up and down
in my butt crack, and about how good it would feel.  I told him that me and
Eddie had been doing it for years.  His face lit up when I told him that it
was almost like fucking a pussy.  I had no idea if this was true, but it
seemed to do the trick all right, because he started to get that curious,
nasty gleam in his eyes.  He nodded and smiled wide at me and whispered
"OK."  I rolled over onto my side so he was right up against me.  He had to
scrunch in closer a bit, too, but in no time Larry was slowly sliding his
hard, slender cock up and down my ass crack.  I was jacking my dick the
whole time that Larry got off on fucking my moist crack.  I knew it was a
brand new experience for him, and I think that got me off, too, just
knowing how good it felt for him, having only recently been shown the
pleasure of the act myself.  Larry did it like a real boy.  He had me
clasped by my shoulders, not hugging me, just holding onto my shoulders for
better leverage as he bucked up and down in my crack.  His face was pressed
against the back of my head most of the time, and the feel of his hot
breath huffing against my naked back and shoulders felt amazing.  His dick
was starting to chafe so I hocked a wad of spit into my hand and reached
behind me to stroke his dick a few times.  He didn't say anything, just let
me do it.  I hocked another wad and got my butt crack good and wet.  When
Larry slid back in it felt like velvet heaven.  His breath started getting
raspier and sort of quavery and his grip on my shoulders was getting
harder.  I knew he was getting close, just like I was, but I wanted him to
jerk me off so bad.  I figured what the hell, I might as well ask.  So I
just said it, "jerk me off," and to my surprise he did!  He was so into it
himself that I think he would have done anything I told him at that moment.
He let go of my shoulder and reached around me to grab for my dick.  He was
tentative about really grasping it for a second, but when he closed his
fingers around my shaft it was as if his hand suddenly relaxed into it
because it felt so good to have that warm, throbbing muscle in his hand.
He started jacking me off and it felt good but not as good as when I did it
myself.  But the fact that it was Larry doing it was getting me close to
spurting.  I told him so and he just sort of grunted a couple of times and
then hissed in his breath and pressed his forehead into the back of my neck
and squeezed out, "me too!"  I didn't want to cum yet so I touched his hand
and he instinctively pulled it back and went for my shoulder again.  His
grip was even tighter and harder than before.  He was going to blow any
second, I could tell.  I reached behind us and clasped one of his butt
cheeks and squeezed it lightly as he pumped away.  He groaned into the back
of my neck and started panting.  I squeezed harder and he went faster, so I
knew he liked it.  All of a sudden he raised a leg and threw it half over
my flank so he could get even better leverage.  A few more rapid-fire
thrusts and he whispered desperately into my ear, "I'm gonna sperm, what
should I do??"  I whispered back, "Just go ahead and shoot it..." and he
did.  He gritted his teeth and stifled his roar as he let loose with his
load.  I felt a hot spurt shoot up my crack a few inches and then a couple
more little blasts of hot goop seep into my sweaty butt cleft.  Larry was
almost panting and still giving little thrusts as his breathing slowed.  I
pulled away from him pretty fast and it surprised him, I guess, because he
just sort of stared at me with that confused, hurt puppy-dog look on his
face.  I just said "I'm gonna shoot," and got up onto my knees.  Then he
half-grinned.  I think Larry's head was still swimming from all the new
things he was doing and how awesome they felt.  I was just about ready to
cum, so I leaned back on one fist while I bucked my hips into the other.  I
looked at Larry who was curled in a contented, semi-fetal position just
watching me with that dopey smile on his lips.  I gave him an urgent nod
letting him know I was about to go and he propped his head up on his hand.
I guess he thought he'd return the favor, because he reached out with his
other hand and gave my butt a squeeze.  That was all I needed, the idea and
feel of Larry squeezing my naked ass to help me blow my load.  I gave a
final thrust and out shot a nice rope of white jizz, maybe 4 inches long,
that splatted on the rumpled blankets in front of me.  I thrashed out a
couple more little spurts that landed on my thighs before I sank back onto
the bed and lay there panting.  As soon as I stopped moving around on the
bed, we heard Johnny's sleeping bag rustling and then his head popped up
over the foot of the bed.  He was smiling evilly at us both with his
eyebrows arched so far up they almost disappeared into his hairline.  He
shook his head and hissed, "fags!" then laughed at us in his mocking way.
I whispered at him, "jealous!" and he shook his head and then after a pause
stood up just far enough to show us that his underwear was off and that he
was jacking his nice, fat dick.  Larry started quietly laughing and I
smiled at Johnny as he showed us his hard cock.  Johnny had more pubic hair
than any of us, a little grove of dense black hair that sprouted all around
his cock.  It made him look older and more manly and I knew he was proud of
it.  But it was Johnny's cock that fascinated me the most.  It was nearly
as long as mine and Larry's but it was much thicker than ours.  His dick
got wider the closer it got to the head, which was like a big purple knob.
I loved looking at it because it was different looking from mine and
Larry's.  Johnny just stood there, smiling and wagging his hard dick back
and forth at us, then making it jerk around as he tightened his groin.  It
looked funny as hell.  I motioned to him to climb onto my bed and Larry
looked at me like I was crazy.  Johnny got it immediately and gave a wide
grin as he climbed onto the bed from where he was standing at the foot of
the bed.  I didn't know how Larry would react to having another naked boy
in bed with him so I scooted over close to Larry, and Johnny took my spot,
still nice and warm from my body heat.  So there I was, sandwiched between
my two naked buddies, Johnny on one side, Larry on the other.  Johnny got
comfortable, trying to move as quietly as he could so as not to wake up
Eddie.  He ended up leaning his head and shoulders against the headboard
and Larry and I raised ourselves up some, too, propped up on our elbows so
we could watch Johnny whack off.  As Johnny went at it he kept his eyes
open and looked at us, making sure we all got a good eyeful of his
technique.  Johnny twisted his fist around his cock rather than just
stroking up and down.  He would pause at the head and swirl his hand over
that purple knob before snaking down his shaft again.  His other hand was
busy tugging at his balls, then traveled up his body as he rubbed his tummy
and solid chest.  I was hard again, something that wasn't at all unusual
back then.  I could jack off 2 or 3 times in succession with only a minute
or so of down time between bouts.  Larry's dick had a tiny white bead of
nut still seeping from his piss slit and he reached down to fondle his dick
just as I started to do the same.  Johnny's smile widened and he nodded at
us, wordlessly encouraging us to go for it again.  As I started in on round
2, Larry began fondling his big ball sack just like Johnny was doing and he
was hard again in no time.  All of a sudden Larry farted and we cracked up
loud enough to cause Eddie to stir in his sleeping bag at the side of my
crowded bed.  As we continued giggling, I reached over to Johnny and shoved
my hand between his legs, brushing my fingers lightly against his butthole,
just like Casey commanded us to do to him that afternoon we had all beat
off together.  Johnny batted my hand away at first but I was insistent and
went right back into the moist crevice between his legs.  Even though
Johnny was acting like he wanted me to stop, he spread his legs wide so I
could touch his butthole more easily.  I only stayed on it for a few
seconds, still at that age where assholes seemed dirty and forbidden.  I
had only just begun to realize the incredible sensations playing with your
butt could give you, and I wasn't too squeamish about touching my buddies'
holes if I thought I could help get them off harder.  And from the way
Johnny had reacted to watching Casey shoot his load while I rubbed his
butthole, I knew that Johnny was up for anything so long as it felt good to
his dick.  I withdrew my fingers from his crotch and went back to banging
away at my own stiff prick.  All three of us were now stroking with a
steady rhythm, each of us with our own style and technique.  After a minute
or so of solo play, I reached my hands out to both sides and grabbed hold
of their dicks, milking them like 2 cows.  Larry threw his arms up and
crossed them behind his head, watching me jack his boner before glancing
over at Johnny's cock in my other fist.  Johnny was writhing and moaning
softly, bucking his hips into my fist as I tightened my grip on his meaty
shaft.  I could tell that he was getting close to shooting so I stopped
milking Larry and turned my full attention to Johnny.  I picked up the
pace, determined to get him off with my hand.  I had an urge to suck on his
dick, curious as to what it would feel like to have a hard cock in my
mouth, but I didn't do it.  If one of the guys had made the first move or
had even said something about wanting to try getting his dick sucked, I
would have done it, but I didn't want to be the one to initiate it.  In any
case, my hand must have been doing a good job because Johnny was racing to
his orgasm.  His hips were now lifting off the bed periodically while I
jacked him off and I was waiting to see his cum spurt out of his thick
prick.  Larry suddenly turned his body towards me and I glanced over to see
what he was doing.  As I turned my head, Larry stopped touching himself and
held his breath in, then a glob of white sperm blasted out of his cockhead
and landed on my hip before it ran down my side onto the sheets.  He
grunted and a couple more drops flew out and flecked my stomach.  Johnny
made an unintelligible noise and reared his hips up off the bed again as
his cock ballooned up in my hand and his sperm shot out and ran all over my
fist.  Big white globs of it dripped off onto his chest and belly and
because he was spasming so hard a bit of his load went flying onto me and
Larry.  We were all gasping and laughing now, and I went back to jacking
myself off.  My fist was still warm and slick with Johnny's sperm and the
feel of it slicking up my cock was enough to push me over the edge.  With a
few final strokes, I was ready to blast off.  I threw my legs up over my
head and braced my feet against the wall.  Johnny and Larry knew exactly
what I was trying to do, because we had all watched Casey do this.  As soon
as my feet touched the cool wall, I felt the sperm in my nuts boil up and
out of my cock.  Two little comets of cum spilled out of my dick and landed
mostly on my throat, but a few tiny drops actually hit my cheek and
lips. When I was finished I lowered my legs and sighed and the guys
murmured their approval as we all just lay there, spent and damp with
sperm.  The room smelled like sweat and cum now, and I commented on how
we'd have to open the windows to air it out before we officially "got up"
for the day.  Johnny asked us quietly if we had ever tasted our own sperm.
We all snickered like imps for a bit, and I could feel my face turning as
red as Larry's.  We "ewwwwed" and fake-gagged, but Johnny was determined to
get an answer.  He asked again if we had ever tasted our nut and after we
laughed some more Larry said that he hadn't and never would because it was
nasty and it'd make him puke.  Johnny and I just laughed but I knew that he
was still waiting for my answer.  When I didn't say anything, Johnny said
he bet I couldn't get enough of it and that I could lick it off him if I
wanted to.  I turned to look at him, both of us red-faced and sweaty, eyes
gleaming with horniness.  I think he knew I would have done it if we had
been alone but all I said was "fuck you" and tried to wipe my cum-slathered
fist on his face.  He pulled away fast and got off the bed, waking Eddie up
from all the noise he was making.

Eddie sat up, sleepy-faced and with his hair standing up in spikes all over
his head.  He just looked at us and shook his head as he yawned, then
complained that we were too noisy.  I teased Eddie about acting like my mom
and we all laughed.  Eddie said if he was my mom he'd spank me and that
sent us all into gales of laughter that we immediately tried to shush.  It
was now about 7 a.m. and I knew my mom and dad liked to sleep in 'til about
9 on weekends.  Johnny had climbed back onto the bed beside me, so we three
were all just lying there naked and sticky.  Larry told Eddie to throw his
underpants to him.  Eddie pretended like touching Larry's briefs was gonna
give him cooties, but he found them on the floor and tossed them to Larry.
Larry wiped himself and his dick off with them and started to toss them
onto the floor, but I grabbed them from him and wiped myself off, too.
Johnny took them next and cleaned himself up and then handed them back to
Larry.  Larry took them between 2 fingertips and asked us what the hell he
was supposed to wear for underwear now?  Johnny was laughing that mocking
bray of his and I was cracking up, too.  I offered to let Larry borrow a
pair of mine but he said that was gay and that he'd just not wear underwear
that day.

Finally we all decided to get up and quietly eat some bowls of cereal and
then go to the local park and hang out there for a while until my mom got
up and fixed breakfast.  We figured we'd have about an hour and a half to
goof off at the park.  As we stated walking away from my house, I got the
idea that instead of going to the park we should walk to school and goof
off on the playground.  The guys all agreed and we walked the 10 or less
blocks to our elementary school.  The place was deserted and it felt weird
to be there by ourselves.  It was kind of creepy having the school be so
empty and silent.  We were used to the place being loud and raucous with
the combined sounds of hundreds of kids playing and shouting.  We headed
down the empty outside corridors to the big kids playground (as opposed to
the little kids playground which was on the other side of the school) and
then meandered over to the tanbark-covered area where the swings and slide
and other playground structures were.

Our 13 year-old chatter consisted of the usual stuff we talked about
everyday at school: the other kids, the teachers, pranks we could get away
with, fantasies about some of the girls in our class, and the non-stop
bantering of young adolescents trying to best one another.  None of us said
a word about what we had just done together.  Honestly, I wasn't even
thinking about it and I doubt if the other guys were, either.  Boys are
like that -- out of sight, out of mind.  We were taking turns on the little
carousel platform, one of us spinning the others until we got our turn to
jump on.  From there we wandered over to the big slide that none of us
would have dared be seen on during the school day.  In fact, this entire
section of the playground was shunned by the older kids, feeling it to be
too babyish for guys our age.  But with no one to see us, we enjoyed
goofing around on the structures.  I think it was Johnny who first said he
needed to take a piss, and then we all agreed that we needed to piss, too.
Larry got a nasty look on his handsome mug and said it would be hilarious
to climb up the slide and piss down its length from the top.  We all
laughed ourselves silly and agreed that this would be a great prank to play
on the younger kids who actually used the equipment during recesses.  We
crowded around the base of the slide's ladder.  It could only accommodate 2
of us at a time, so Eddie and Larry climbed up first and as soon as they
got to the top they unzipped their shorts, whipped out their dicks and let
loose with twin streams of hot golden piss.  Johnny and I ran to the front
end of the slide so we could watch their pee stream down the shiny aluminum
surface of the slide.  When the piss reached the bottom of the slide it
pooled up and then poured off onto the tanbark.  I was almost crying from
laughing so hard, and Johnny kept up a running commentary about how the
younger kids were going to smell like our stale piss after recess on
Monday.  We all thought this was the best joke we had ever heard and were
delighted to know that we were going to get away with this prank without
any problem at all.  As Larry and Eddie finished peeing, Johnny and I
applauded and cheered them for the great job of pissing they had done.
They raised their arms in triumph, dicks still hanging out of their shorts,
and then took a bow.  We were all delirious with laughter, and as Larry and
Eddie climbed back down, Johnny and I waited to take our turns climbing to
the top.  When we got there, Larry and Eddie were watching us from the same
spot Johnny and I had just vacated.  I remember that as we unzipped and
hauled out our dicks I said to Johnny, "Larry isn't wearing any underwear."
I'm not sure why I mentioned it, it was almost involuntary.  I think just
knowing that Larry was naked under his shorts sort of thrilled me and since
the image was so striking to me I thought I would mention it.  Johnny
looked at me sort of quizzically and seemed like he was about to say
something insulting, but we just looked at each other for a second longer
and then he said, "I know," and we both sort of laughed.  It was a strange
moment.

As we started pissing Johnny murmured something about how big Larry's nuts
were.  I wasn't sure why he was talking about Larry's nuts but again I felt
sort of thrilled.  I didn't say anything in response but started crossing
my piss stream with Johnny's.  He began to bray that caustic laugh of his
and played along.  But he kept aiming his dick straight up so his pee was
spouting like a fountain.  I tried doing it too and all four of us were
soon laughing like hell.  Johnny murmured, "Wanna take a drink from my
water fountain?" just loud enough for me to hear.  I told him to fuck off
and then asked him the same thing.  He pushed me and I almost lost my
balance but he grabbed hold of me as I steadied myself.  Our movements made
our piss splash onto each other's legs and instead of getting grossed out
or angry, it only made us laugh harder and try to piss on each other even
more.  Eddie and Larry were rolling on the tanbark, helpless with laughter.
We finished up and shook the last drops of pee off our dicks and stuffed
them back inside our shorts.  When we climbed back down the guys were
waiting for us at the base of the ladder.  We walked over to the swings and
since it was turning out to be a very warm morning I pulled off my t-shirt
before getting onto a swing.  Larry whipped his t-shirt off too and then
Johnny took his off.  Eddie was always sort of reluctant to undress around
us because he still had a little bit of baby fat and he wasn't maturing
physically as fast as the 3 of us.  Johnny encouraged Eddie to take his
shirt off but Eddie declined.  Larry started in on him, too, and when I
joined them Eddie caved in to peer pressure and stripped off his t-shirt
like the rest of us.  Satisfied, we all got onto swings and started trying
to see who could go highest.  It felt so good to feel the warm air whistle
over and around our sweaty bodies as we swung back and forth.  It seemed
like it must be after 9 a.m. by now, so with a cry of "banzai!" I hurled
myself out of my swing and landed perfectly in the tanbark.  Eddie let go
next and tumbled onto his belly as Larry came flying after him.  Johnny was
getting ready to jump off too when Larry suddenly flung himself on top of
Eddie who was just scrambling back up and was almost up on his knees.
Larry's weight knocked Eddie flat on his stomach again, and then Larry
straddled Eddie's butt and started humping it.  Eddie wasn't amused at all
and tried to fling Larry off.  But Larry was bigger and heavier than Eddie
and he couldn't do it.  Johnny was on the tanbark by now and he was yelling
at Larry to fuck Eddie good.  At first I was laughing too but when I saw
that Eddie really was struggling and upset I barked at Larry to get the
hell off him.  Johnny was laughing the whole time and egging Larry on.  I
was getting pissed off at them both so I pulled Larry off Eddie and asked
him what the hell he thought he was doing as Eddie scrambled up onto his
feet.  Eddie's face was red and his eyes were gleaming.  I could tell that
he had been about to cry, but when Eddie looked at me it seemed to reassure
him and calm him down and he yelled at Larry and Johnny and called them all
sorts of dirty names.  Larry was red-faced and embarrassed and he kept
telling Eddie that he was sorry and asking him if things were cool.  Eddie
just ignored him and walked away from our group a little ways.  Johnny
stood off to the side, watching me and Larry talk and keeping an eye on
Eddie.  Larry said that since he wasn't wearing any underwear the feel of
the fabric of his shorts rubbing against his dick had been giving him a
major woody ever since we left my house and that he was horny again.  He
told me that he just joking around with Eddie but that he really did want
to hump Eddie's butt like he had done to me earlier that morning.  That was
all Johnny needed to hear.  He burst out with his loud, mocking laugh and
told Larry that he was a fag.  Eddie was hearing all of this, and he now
added his two cents to the whole argument.  He told Larry that it had hurt
when he'd flung himself on top of Eddie and that tanbark had gotten into
his eyes.  He also said that he knew Larry was just kidding but that when
he said to stop it he had meant it.  Larry was feeling bad by now, and his
big brown eyes had that hangdog look that could melt even the biggest
bully's heart.  Johnny asked Larry why he didn't just jump on me again,
because I liked it and wouldn't complain.  I felt like punching Johnny in
the face, but I knew that he was stronger than me and that he'd kick my ass
if we got into a fight.  So I just told him to shut his loud mouth or I'd
shut it for him.  Surprisingly, all Johnny did was laugh.  Larry innocently
said that since he had already done it with me he had just wanted to do it
to somebody else.  Eddie started giggling and then Johnny started in, too.
Larry looked at each of us with a confused expression on his face and that
got me to laugh.  As quickly as the whole argument had begun it was over,
and we were all friends again.  Eddie even wagged his butt back and forth
in front of Larry and asked him if he liked his ass that much.  Larry
blushed furiously again and pretended like he was going to chase Eddie all
over the playground until he caught him.  After we had settled down and I
told then it was time to go home anyway, Johnny started doing his best to
convince Eddie to pull his shorts down just so Larry could hump his butt a
little so his boner would go down.  Eddie just looked surprised and
thoughtful for a second or two and then sighed another of his famous sighs
and said, "OK."  I thought he was kidding but he walked over to a secluded
corner of the playground, pulled his shorts down so his pale ass was in the
air and told Larry to hurry up.  Larry looked at me and Johnny, shrugged,
smiled that goofy smile of his, and got up to go over to where Eddie was
waiting for him. Johnny and I followed, guffawing and shoving each other.
When we all got to where Eddie was, Eddie went flat on his stomach and told
Larry to get it over with.  Larry told us all to shut up and stop laughing
or he wouldn't be able to concentrate, so we all shushed each other and
waited to see what was going to happen.  Larry looked all around the
playground to make sure nobody was near and then opened his shorts, pushed
them down his narrow hips and let them fall to his ankles.  Then he lowered
himself over Eddie and started to slide his half-hard dick up and down
Eddie's butt crack.  Knowing that he'd need some spit to get it slick, I
told him to back off and when he did I hocked a big wad of spit into my
hand and rubbed Eddie's butt crack with my slick fingers.  Then I hocked
another spitwad into my hand and wrapped it around Larry's dick.  The feel
of my hand on his dick got him hard fast and he started in on Eddie's
backside again.  Johnny and I were talking a stream of trash talk to them
both, half mocking and insulting, half dirty and encouraging.  Larry was
going at it and Johnny walked in front of Eddie, crouched down and asked
him if he'd suck his dick.  Eddie just laughed and told Larry to hurry up
again.  My dick was straining like mad in my briefs by now and Johnny had a
boner going, too.  I could see it plainly, poking that fat head against his
shorts.  In no time, Larry announced that he was ready to bust his nut and
stood up fast.  As soon as he got to his feet he let go of his cock and
just stood there, grunting and sweating like a horse, as a few short bursts
of sperm dripped from his dick onto Eddie's back.  Eddie yelped and got up
fast, ran over to where our t-shirts were, grabbed Larry's and wiped his
back off with it.  Larry was done squirting by now and he shook the last
drops of sperm off his dickhead onto the tanbark.  We all clustered around
it and looked at it lying there, a few small white pearls gleaming in the
tanbark under the morning sun.  Eddie had finished wiping himself off and
was now jerking his hard little dick like mad.  We all called out to Eddie,
encouraging him and telling him to go for it.  A look of bliss washed over
Eddie's little-boy face as his knees buckled slightly and he bucked into
his fist several times.  Nothing came out but we all knew what he was
feeling.  When he was done, we all laughed and slapped each other on the
back a few times as we pulled our t-shirts back on.  This whole episode
didn't last more than 5 minutes, tops.  This was back when we could cum
almost instantly, when our dicks were so sensitive and our responses so
fast that jerking off only took a few minutes from start to finish.  We
didn't learn the value of delaying our release until a few years later.

On the walk back home we teased each other about what we had been doing all
morning, but by the time we reached my house all we had on our minds was
the breakfast we knew my mom was already cooking.  Our instincts were
masters of our behavior back then and since our libidos were all now
satisfied, our stomachs took over and hunger trumped horniness.  After we
ate breakfast we all decided to go get our bikes and go to the local mall.
We ate ice cream cones and checked out the girls and goofed off in a bunch
of stores.  Later in the afternoon Johnny asked me if I wanted to sleep
over at his house that night, just the two of us.  I still had some tricks
I knew Johnny would be interested in learning and I had a feeling he had
some of his own, too, so I eagerly said yes.  But that's another story for
another time.