Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2019 08:31:49 -0500 (EST) From: Five Hole Punch Subject: Three Little League Buddies The story is free, please give to Nifty. Three Little League Buddies Colton was the one. He was always the ring leader. Brett was his best bud forever. Me, the junior member of the group, made friends in Little League baseball over the last year. First, they got me to jack off with them. Those two had been doing kid's stuff for years. Colton told me they started "riding" each other a couple of years ago, pants on, crotch to ass, after seeing dogs doing it. Later, in each other's bedrooms, they went front to front, how men and women "make babies," still with their jeans on. They got boners doing this, but it was Colton that got a (dry) orgasm first. Then, it was on, and they started doing real sex stuff for over a year. They jacked and sucked for sure, I did that with them. More than that? I can't say, but I think so. We were all, more or less, dirty blond suburban kids. Colton had the darkest hair and me the blondest. We were all cut, too, but our cocks looked different. Colton was rangy, he had long arms and a long neck. He looked "studly," our word for well built. His cock was big-headed, with a dark purple rim that flared out like a Triceratops. His brown cut line was an inch back and he had a couple more inches below that ending in some dark hairs. Colton's balls were hangers, lower than his squat dick when soft and he had some dark hairs there, too. Brett had a real poor cut job and his cock was short and ugly; it had a button head with a big collar of scarred skin. When he got hard his cock was a nail-stiff, angular spike with a really red area from his cut line. He had a ridge of brown that ran up to his frenulum under a small wedge-shaped head that came almost to a point. His minnow mouth looked real big as a result. His balls were not hangers, but they were getting darker and wrinkly. My balls were about the same, maybe a little bigger, they didn't hang much either. What did hang was my cock. It was a straight tube, head and all, and it was always long. I had to tuck it away in my underwear, even as a little kid. When I got hard it went straight out like the bow sprit on an old time ship. My cock head was almost a perfect sphere and only had a pink rim. It was real white looking with no big veins like Colton had. We were all twelve when we fooled around. I had been jacking it for just under a year and getting a little cum for months. The other two guys, as I said, had been at it for a year and half. Colton had been getting some cum for almost a year and Brett started six months later. None of us had a huge load that summer, but we could each get a couple of orgasms and me and Colton could get at least a dribble on the second go round. Our home field was at the middle school Colton and Brett attended. We dressed in the locker room and, since the school was deserted in the summer, we did it in bathroom stalls and a shower stall in the locker room. Colton had what I would call a slow come. He would give very deliberate, long strokes near the end and he always announced when he was going to come. "Look," he would say, or "Look, its coming" real direct. He'd have the scrunched upper lip as he got close, but then he'd get a shit-eating grin of teenage satisfaction on his face pumping it out; Colton had big ears sticking out under his ball cap, which added to the effect. Brett was real frantic, jerking short and fast. His body would move in jerks and he made noises, squealing and huffing; we had to be careful not to be heard – "Hey, Brett, tone it down!" His clear jet or two would spurt out fast and quick. Me? I had a somewhat embarrassed smile the whole time. I could feel my cheeks flush seeing the other guy's jacking. I loved watching and usually came last; a couple of straight shots - half clear, half milky. Our cleats would be clattering as we entered the locker room. We slid on the tiled floor trying to keep our balance. Smiles and grins, snickers and grunts, red faces and sighs. I can still feel my moist, hot, puffy asshole pulsing against the smooth nylon seam of my uniform as I came. ------------ My first time being sucked, it was Brett who went down, first on Colton, then on me. "Would you ever suck another guy?" Colton asked me. I didn't want to say yes, even though I would. "Gee, I don't know ...," I let my voice trail off, casual-like. "How `bout if'n they sucked you first?" "I guess it would be alright, I mean fair," I corrected myself. "Brett would be willing to do it if'n you do him." I looked to Brett. "Really?" He nodded. "Brett'll do me first, then you," Colton explained, "but you have to do him, okay?" "Okay, I guess." "You keep watch there," Colton directed me near the toilet stall door. "Leave the door open a crack. That way you can watch Brett and me and look out for anybody coming in." "Okay." Colton undid his belt and down came his zipper. He pushed his cup down and his cockhead made a big swing as Colton freed his inflating boner. Brett was hitting the floor at the same time and almost took it in the face. Seeing Brett's freckled cheeks near Colton's junk had my eyes bugging out of my head. I could smell Colton's sweaty jock scent from where I stood; Brett was getting a nose full. When he took Colton's swollen helmet and put it in his mouth, my cock jumped up in no time flat, trapped painfully in my tight cup. I had to adjust it by cramming my hand into my pants without even unbuckling, not easy to do. I checked the boy's room with furtive glances, not wanting to miss a second of Colton's, or was it Brett's, blow job. Little rivulets of sweat trickled from Brett's sideburns as his head bobbed, angled this way, then that. His cheeks puffed. He had done this before. I studied for my first try soon to come. Colton leaned back against the painted metal wall of the back stall with a face that expressed half satisfaction, half rising tension. He ran both hands in Brett's damp locks. They had done this before. "I'm gonna nut, Brett." That was all Colton said. Brett sucked hard on Colton's fat glans, Colton grunted, and you could tell Brett was sucking up his juice. My cock tried to bust free at the spectacle. Colton pulled out, the front half of his cock glistened. He waddled sideways towards where I stood. "Get in there," he directed, tucking his junk away. I squoze between the wall and Brett, still on his knees. Brett looked up and I looked down. His face was all flushed. I went for my belt as quick as I could. I yanked my pants down and, with difficulty, fumbled my cup over my raring to go race horse. I banged my elbows against the metal wall as I tried to get the sweaty elastic down my ass so I could extract my already tight up balls. My first blow job wouldn't last long. "Don't make so much noise," Colton admonished. "Ready?" Brett asked. "Ye-yeah," I gulped, not ready at all. Brett took my hips in hand, opened his mouth and, craning his neck to get the right angle, went straight down on my boy musket. "Ummf!" I gasped, open-mouthed, as my head banged off the metal stall. I was blinded by the overhead light. When Brett started using his tongue to suck, I grasped frantically for his head trying to control the awesome sensations zinging from my cockhead to my balls and up my spine. Sliding through his damp hair, I got a hold of the top of his right ear. Brett stopped for a beat or two to shake his ear free. I opened my eyes and looked down, trying to get a more deliberate hold. I didn't have but a second before Brett went back to work. I ended up putting my hands uncomfortably on top of my pal's head as I tried to control some of the gut-wrenching feelings, with little success. When Brett tried letting my cockhead slide into his throat, something he couldn't do with Colton's big helmet, my thighs tensed and my heels rose. "Fuuck! Brett!" I couldn't help calling out. On my toes and on the points of my spikes, I was afraid I was going to slide off the smooth metal wall and end up in a heap on the floor. I slammed my sweaty palms back, holding myself in place. It wasn't more than a couple of seconds before my back arched and I just blew. I was near blacking out. I could hear Brett gulping and feel him trying to slide back to take my erupting semen. I couldn't stop and Brett was half spitting my load which ended up sliding down my balls and dripping on the floor. When I came back to planet Earth I apologized for coming so much and without warning. Brett said it was "okay." "Hey, let's speed it up," Colton urged, "We want to get out of here before anyone comes in." I tried to get my jock up and stuff my still hard cock back in my pants. At the same time Brett stood up and started unbuckling to get his cock out. It was like wrestling in a phone booth, or, to be literal, exactly like two guys trying to get dressed and undressed in a toilet stall at the same time. Brett beat me in the race and I left my belt unfastened for the time being. I could see Brett's cock, not the greatest looking cock as I mentioned before, poking up, its peehole wide. I gave pause. I wasn't just going to look at it; I was going to put it in my mouth. I knelt, cleats scraping, trying not to get Brett's cock in my eye or ear as got in position. I turned, looking Brett in the eye, so to speak. The ruddy spike was right there and a little drizzle of clear fluid was migrating down the vee-shaped ridge. I could feel my slimy balls in my clammy jock as I gave a quick wipe to clean Brett's prick. I went down for the first time. "Shit!" Brett huffed through clenched teeth. His belly spasmed two inches from my eyeballs. I looked up. Tiny beads of sweat danced on Brett's peach fuzz moustache illuminated in the harsh overhead light. His lips pursed. I sucked. It wasn't difficult as Brett wasn't hung. It felt like a stiff, rubber covered, spike was in my mouth; there was no sensation of a fat cockhead filling my mouth. That would come in a short number of days when I sucked Colton. It wasn't a minute before Brett began to squeal and squirm. It certainly wasn't my cock sucking technique that was doing the trick. It was just him being a horny twelve year old. Colton didn't even have time to tell Brett to quiet down before Brett climaxed. "Eeeh ... Eeeh!" Brett squealed. Grabbing my hair, he squirted. I felt the glob, then the throbs of Brett's member. About the time I was getting my first taste of another guy's semen, more sweet than salty, Brett was shoving me off of his dick. He was one of those hyper-sensitive guys that needed to stop immediately after coming. "C'mon, c'mon, let's go," Colton said way too soon. Both Brett and I were trying to relish our experience. I scrambled to my feet and stepped out of the stall while Brett put everything away. I almost forgot to buckle my belt before we headed out. I still had a partial hard on and my walking was awkward for a long few minutes. We sucked and jacked for the rest of the summer. Colton did suck me to try my cock, but mostly it was Brett as the "designated first cock sucker" and me second. I really enjoyed sucking Colton best, my mouth was filled with cock. With 7th grade there were more boys to jack with, which I loved. I also carefully selected a few boys who gave a "gay vibe" and met with them privately to jack after school. If my guess was right, I'd lead the other boy on and offer to suck him if he'd do the same for me. We'd be sucking each other in no time. I sucked three other guys in 7th grade besides Colton and Brett. Copyright 2019. All Rights Reserved.