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The Fratbrats Whip Out a Ruler


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.

Thank you for reading.