Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2019 21:42:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Miller Subject: Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-8 Disclaimers: Everything you read in this story is my intellectual property and as such should be treated with utmost respect. This is a work of fiction based on the real events of a boy growing-up in a middle class Midwest City. The people described in the story do not exist as described but you can still find personalities like those presented. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PEOPLE IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL ON MY PART. All other disclaimers/rules/procedures apply. If you are under the legal age of viewing this material (depending upon where you live, that could be any age) please direct yourself to something else. This is yet another attempt at writing for Nifty (I-lost-big-time, Biology-Final-Bet), so please take that into consideration while reading. This is a multiple part story. The first part was a prelude to the real meat of the story; understand it lays the foundation about boys entering puberty at a time when sex education was passed from boy to boy. This part provides further insight into relationships of close teenage male friends. I am undertaking this as both a labor of love and in response to the kind words of readers of my other efforts. Please support Nifty.org make a donation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments without being cruel can be sent to bi_topguy@yahoo.com Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-8 Recap of Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7 It has been almost two-years since my buddies pulled my pants down in the fort behind Tom's house and John jerked me off. They just wanted to see me or anyone cum. I am Paul -- at that time a lanky 13-yearold in the throes of puberty and all that involves. The other guys in our close group of four remain the same; Tom, John and Greg. Sometimes a fifth friend Carl enters into the story. We are all either 15 or getting close to that birthday. I am now 5'10" and weigh 155-pounds. Tom is about 5'9", weighs about 150 --pounds of muscle and now plays football for his Catholic high school. John is 5' 11", weighs 150-pounds and continues to be the most driven for success guy I have ever met. John and I are in the same year of public high school and at the same school. Greg is about 5'7", weighs about 145-pounds and is a year behind John and me at the high school. We all still hang together as much as time allows. John and I ride the public bus to our school. This gives us the chance to talk, finish homework and spend time with girls riding the same bus to the same high school. We are both virgins but continue to work for a change in that status. Greg could ride the bus with John and me but his dad works in the area of the high school so he drives him to school. After school, Greg walks to his dad's office, gets his homework done and rides home with his dad. Greg does not have a choice in the matter but is a little sore about missing out on bus time with us and the girls. Tom got a scholarship to Our Lady Queen of Bingo (our name) for sports. He loves being on the football team. A van picks him up and drops him back Monday through Friday. It is an all boys' high school. He says the teachers, called brothers, are guys that are part of a large group of single men who have dedicated their lives to the church but are not priests. The brothers are demanding and mean. Carl is at the public high school in the same year as Greg. He stands about 5'9" and weighs about 150-pounds. He is a loner except for his on and off interactions with the four guys. His dad died a little over a year ago. Carl found him sitting at the breakfast table with his head back and mouth open. I know he thinks he has to be the man of the house but he is also a kid. On the Saturday following John and me (Paul) going to Tom's first Friday night home football game, the four close buds got together for a ping pong tournament where I, Paul, as the big loser, had to be the naked bitch helping John empty his balls while the other guys watched and teased. Right after John unloaded on my chest, Tom and Greg pulled their underwear down and jacked-off. I did the same. I noticed Tom had no pubes. All Tom said was football initiation. The event ended with the guys committing to a Bitch Pool Tournament in two weeks at Greg's. On Sunday, I had to get more information on the football initiation. Tom told me all about the embarrassing ceremony as we walked to the playground where we saw Carl sitting on the ball diamond side of the backstop. We were surprised to find Carl jerking his dick. The surprise ended with Tom and me chasing Carl down and helping him to get a big load out of his nuts. The three guys walked back together to our street. I encouraged Carl to spend more time with the guys as he continued down the street beyond my house. The following Saturday was raining, which really did not matter because I had chores and homework. Home alone as usual on Saturday, I did my chores including cleaning the bathtub and shower in my briefs. I had just finished my chores when Carl showed up. Carl tackled me as I changed my briefs and started to put on my jeans. Carl jacked me off. When he moved, I sat on him and jacked him off through his fly and inside his boxers. As Carl wiggled out from under me he licked my dick and ass. As he left, he asked if he could get to and from school with John and me because some guys were harassing him. John and I teamed up with Carl for the ride to and from school. Carl was not harassed that first week as far and John and I knew. Our Saturday Bitch Pool Tournament was bad luck for John and a super time for the rest of us. John begged for a double or nothing coin flip. John lost. Tom was the big winner and really put john through a humiliation, shooting cum all over John's face and head. Because of the double or nothing loss, Greg and I got to jack-off on John and then Tom jacked John off. John opened his mouth to moan as he shot his load and some of Tom's jism dripped in his open mouth. There were no clean-ups till the end. The next Poker Bitch Tournament was scheduled for early November. After school on Thursday, Carl got pushed into the boy's lavatory by two guys, where they were met by a bully named Dean and another of his goons. The stripped Carl and demanded oral sex for him to get his clothes back. Carl nipped the end of Dean's dick as he tried to push it into Carl's mouth. That resulted in Carl getting held while Dean punched him a few times. They wrote graffiti all over Carl with the word `QUEER' on his forehead. John and I got him cleaned up at my house. I told Tom about the event. Carl, John and I went to Tom's Catholic High School Football game Friday evening. Some of the guys from the team told Carl they believed Dean needed a lesson. On Saturday night, Dean was left at the entrance to the school as the Homecoming Dance let out tied, naked, with graffiti on his body and the word `Bully' on his forehead. There was a lot of gossip about Dean at school but nothing tied Carl or the rest of us to Dean's embarrassment. Carl invited John, Tom and I (Paul) to his house for lunch and fun. He surprised the three of us by giving us blowjobs for being more than friends. Carl showed us an anonymous letter which included a picture of Dean, which explained why and what needed to happen now. Moving Forward with Chapter 8 Tom explained why his school was involved. "The wording used in the letter follows how my high school looks at violations of society. You break a rule you get punished to help you grow from a boy to a man. Punishments vary depending on the severity of the violation. Once your punishment is over, you should be forgiven by those you have wronged." Tom made all of us promise we would never mention the letter or his thought about his school's involvement because his school would view that disclosure and a violation of privacy and trust. As we walked up the street towards my house, our conversation revolved around Carl and what he did for us. None of us had a blowjob before and had not expected one from Carl. We agreed, he was strange but not queer. We laughed at the way he shot his load all over the three of us. "I feel bad he is still troubled with his dad's death. I know my dad loves me and he knows I love him." John commented. "Yeah, I am going to tell my dad I love him as soon as I see him." Tom emphasized. Everything was quiet at school. The gossip about Dean seemed to just go away as if it had not happened. Dean was at school but remained distant from everyone. John, Carl and I continued to ride the bus to and from school together. We talked about the girls, sex, school events and our hope to have sex with a girl. John asked a Sarah to a movie. They met in front of the theatre, so John could buy the tickets. John said they held hands during the movie. After the show, they walked down the block to the ice cream shop. She called home after they finished their shakes to get picked up at the ice cream shop. When her mom pulled up, the mom insisted on giving John a ride home too. John said he rode in the back with Sarah and she put her hand on his thigh. He hopes to get her to go to the school play coming up. Monday was the start of another week, John and I picked up Carl and walked to the bus stop. Carl told John and me, as we waited for the bus, that he was going to talk to Dean. John and I both thought Carl was nuts. Why rake this shit up again. It would only lead to trouble. Carl reminded us that he had to forgive Dean in order for them both to move-on. He planned to approach Dean in P.E. At the end of the school day Monday, John came to my locker without Carl. John showed me a note Carl had pushed through the air slot in John's locker. It said we should go on home without him because he was meeting Dean at the bleachers. We talked about going to the bleachers but decided to wait at the bus stop instead. No way were we going home without Carl. We walked slowly to the bus stop so our normal bus would be gone. Another bus pulled up ten minutes later. We were going to let it pass when Carl and Dean came running around the corner. Dean's eyes were red as if he had been crying. "Hey hold the bus! We ran all the way to catch this one. I thought you guys would be long gone." Carl said as the four of us got on and moved to the back of the bus. "John and Paul, this is Dean." We said hello but looked at Carl as if he were from outer space. Dean's stop was a couple of stops before ours. When he got up to get off, he leaned over and hugged Carl. "Thanks." Dean turned and got off the bus. We looked out the window and he gave us a wave. "What the fuck happened." I said. "I told you I was going to talk to him. When I caught him in the locker room he got a funny look on his face and meekly asked me not to talk there but meet him at the bleachers after school. He was in the bleachers when I got there. I told him I forgive him for what he did to me. I hoped that with time everyone would just move on like it never happened. Dean started crying that he just never realized how awful he had become. He said he deserved everything that happened that night. He told me he felt all alone because of what had happened to him but he deserved it all. Yeah he was humiliated but worse he had no one to help him start over. No one would even talk to him. He said, I was the first person from school to talk to him since they found him outside the dance. Dean is in terrible pain and feels alone with no one to support him just like I do sometimes. He is not as lucky as me because I have you. I told him I would try to be his friend." Gary said as we reached our stop. We walked up the street and stopped in front of Carl's house. "You sure are a strange dude Carl. Just don't give him a blowjob. Save those for your brothers." John said shaking his head. We said our goodbyes and continued up the street to my house. I reminded John we had a Bitch Poker Tournament on Saturday at my house. John and I talked about asking Carl to the tournament. Dean started riding the same bus with the three of us. It was obvious Carl and Dean were becoming friends. We decided to ask Carl on Friday as we rode home from school after Dean got off at his stop. On Friday afternoon, Dean stayed on the bus with us and got off with us. Carl said, "Dean is going to spend the night at my house. We are going to a movie tonight and if the weather holds we might shoot some hoops at the playground tomorrow. Needless to say, we did not say anything about the tournament. Saturday morning, John, Tom and Greg showed up right on time. I ordered the pizzas and we went to the basement. We have an old card table, which normally is stored in a closet under the stairs with some folding chairs to maximize space around the ping-pong table. We set the table up with four chairs. We discussed how the game would work. None of us were very experienced with poker so we decided to make the game five-card-stud. First and last card down with the lowest hand losing clothes just like before. Four losses a guy is naked but continues to play. However, if a naked guy who loses a hand must do a dare before the next hand is played. Each of the guys wrote out three dares on small pieces of paper folded and put them in a ball cap. We would play till three guys were naked. The guy with clothes is the winner and three losers cut for Bitch. Dares had to be limited to the basement and should take less than a minute to complete. If a dare involves a person, the other three guys cut the cards with high card being involved. The door bell told us the pizza had arrived. We ate the pizza upstairs in the kitchen because clean-up is easier. We teased back and forth. Tom and Greg said John and I should look forward to being Bitch because we enjoyed the experience. John and I said getting a new Bitch would give Tom or Greg what they secretly wanted. It was fun and a lot of laughs. We got the kitchen straightened out and adjourned to the basement, where everyone took a seat. John dealt first with the deal rotating clockwise around the table; John, Tom, Greg, me (Paul). I am not going to bore anyone with the details of each hand. Needless to say the remarks, teasing and laughing came with the turn of each card. At the end of six hands everyone had lost their shirts. Tom and Greg had also lost tee-shirts, so were bare to the waist. John and I teased those guys that it would only be a matter of time before one of them was naked as Greg dealt the seventh hand. At the end of the ten hands John, Tom and Greg were in their underwear. I still had pants and underwear. Greg held the cards for the deal. Based on how quiet it was at the table it would be easy to think fortunes were at stake. In actuality, maybe it would be something of even greater value, personal pride. Greg dealt the cards slowly and deliberately. The three cards in the center of the table, face-up, gave us a pair of fours (spades and clubs) and a ten of hearts. Each of us in turn working clockwise from Greg, the dealer showed our hole cards. As we went around the table, I thought I might be the loser. John proudly flashed a third four as he smiled at me and said. "Pretty weak hand Paul. Are you going to lose your pants?" I thought that would be the case but luck was on my side, at least for the moment. "Fuck!" Greg stammered as he showed his hole cards, a six and 8. The rest of us cheered as we told him to stand and lose the underwear. Greg stood. It was obvious, he had a boner. There was even a small wet spot that signaled pre-cum was leaking. Greg put his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, displaying his 6"+ uncut cock with the head all but fully exposed from his foreskin. His balls looked large and hung low. Greg sat down and waited for me to shuffle the deck and deal. Hand twelve did not disclose anything with the cards lying face-up. There was an 8 of clubs, 10 of diamonds and Jack of clubs. Because I was the dealer, I looked at John to show his hand. Again we went in order with John being first. John shocked us by showing a 9 of hearts and a Queen of hearts for a straight. Tom had two pairs, 8's and Jacks. Greg had an Ace but nothing more. The look on Greg's face when I showed my 10 of Hearts for a single pair was absolutely priceless. Tom grabbed the hat and told Greg to pick a dare. Greg unfolded his pick from the hat. John told him to read it out loud to the rest of us. Greg's face was red and his hand was shaking. "Kiss the head of the dick of another player. If he has pre-cum a lick is in order." Greg read. We all wanted that kiss but had to cut for the opportunity. In just a few seconds Tom was standing next to Greg with his briefs hooked under his balls and his leaking boner an inch or two from Greg's right cheek. "Come-on Greg give it a lick before I drip on the floor." Tom laughed. Greg looked around the table and then up at Tom. He stuck out his tongue and swiped the head of Tom's cock head from underneath to the top of the piss slit. Tom covered his prick and sat back down as I passed the deck to John. My luck deserted me on the next two hands. I had to first lose my pants and then, on the very next hand my briefs. I had a big boner, which I waved back and forth as John and Tom teased about me wanting to lose. I hoped the next hand would get one either John or Tom naked. Tom shuffled and dealt. He called the cards as he flipped them up on the center of the table. No face cards showing and a variety of suits meant the results were hidden in our hands. Greg was first with a King high nothing. I showed a pair of Aces. John had two pair. Tom reached back for the hat and smiled at Greg as he showed one of his hole cards gave him a pair with the match on the table. Greg was getting pissed as he drew another folded dare from the hat. "Kiss each ass cheek and lick the length of the ass crack." Greg read aloud. "Shit I wrote that one." The cards were quickly cut by the other three guys. As the winner of the cut, I turned my ass, which was already naked, towards Greg. He leaned over and gave each cheek a full press kiss. Then, starting from the very bottom he licked the entire length of my ass crack. I gave him a wink and sat down. Greg dealt the next hand. I had absolutely nothing, not even a face card in the hole. Everyone else easily beat me with Tom even having three of a kind. Tom put the hat on the table for me to draw my dare. I unfolded the dare and read it. Tom said to read it out loud. "Give a 30-second blow job." I stated. Greg shuffled the cards as they all laughed about how great it would be to have my lips on their dicks. The cuts were quick with Greg being the winner. "Holy shit, this is the first thing I have really one in all three tournaments. I have never had a BJ. Wet your lips Sweetheart and watch your teeth." Greg yelled as he jumped up next to my chair. Now, Greg is the only guy with a foreskin intact. The head was fully exposed as Greg pulled the skin back towards the base of his dick. His cock head had a reddish hue but no pre-cum was showing. Tom said he would time but encouraged me to make it real. Greg assured everyone it would be very real as he grabbed my head and turned my face to his cock. "Wrap those lovely lips on my manhood and standby." Greg was face fucking me. I gagged and sputtered but he just kept going as drool escaped my lips wrapped on his cock. Tom called time as Greg moaned. Greg picked up his underwear and wiped his dick as he sat back down. I shuffled and began to deal. We all knew Blowjobs were now part of the tournament. The cards face-up in the middle of the table showed three spades; 4, 10 and Queen. As we showed our hole cards, John had a pair of tens, Tom had a flush with the 2 and 5 of spades in the hole, Greg had two pair and I had a pair of Queens. John was the loser and slowly took off his briefs. Tom laughed, "Well the better man won. Now you girls can cut to decide who gets to be Bitch. Low card gets the fun." I shuffled and cut first to show a King, John had a 6, and Greg, became the Bitch with a deuce. Greg had tears in his eyes as Tom told me to spread the blanket and they would move the table. In a minute, we were ready for the show. "Greg don't feel bad. I am so horned up, this won't take long but I will get a BJ to the finish and you will show us the load on your tongue." "Please Tom don't make me give you a blowjob." Greg begged. "You happily made Paul a cocksucker. Now, it is your turn. I will give you a sporting chance just like John had. We flip a coin. If you win, you are still Bitch but no oral or ass pounding. You lose and I get my blow job and the other two guys get their rocks off on you and then we see how that uncircumcised cock of yours shoots. Your choice Bitch." Tom stated. Greg didn't take long to ask for the coin toss. John grabbed a quarter and told Greg to call it in the air, ones as good as a million. Greg called HEADS as the coin went in the air and landed on the blanket. "Tails it is Bitch. You are mine. Don't worry John and Paul; he will be looking forward to your loads. Now, crawl over here and tell me how much you love my dick and look forward to playing with it as you take my briefs off." A beaten and humiliated Greg crawled to Tom as he was asked. "You really have a nice cock. Thank you letting me play with your big dick." Greg mumbled. "You are so cute; lay flat on your stomach on the blanket." Tom told Greg, who complied. Tom spit a couple of times on Greg's ass crack. Then he spit on his hand and spread it on his cock. Lying down on Greg's back, Tom started humping up and down Greg's crack with enough weight to also move Greg's ass up and down and move Greg's dick along the blanket. Greg's breath was getting ragged. "Tom please, you are going to make me cum." Greg lamented. Tom stopped and rolled off Greg. "We don't want that to happen until it is time. But I am glad that made you as horny as me. I was getting close. I know you want my load in your mouth. Get on your knees and tell me you want my load in your mouth." Greg got on his knees. He knew what was going to happen. "Please Tom, cum in my mouth." "Sure, but I want you to do the work and follow my directions. Start by licking my balls. Then suck them one at a time into your mouth." Tom laughed as he stood in front of Greg. John and I were in close to watch this action. Greg took hold of Tom's dick to hold it out of the way and began to lap at Tom's sack. Then as instructed he took one nut at a time in his mouth. "Can you say yummy?" "Yummy!" came Greg's reply. Greg sounded different; not defeated but almost like he was enjoying this humiliation. He had given into the situation. "Now make love to my dick; the sloppier, the better. Be sure to take it deep." Tom told Greg as he pushed his shaft almost balls deep into Greg's mouth. Greg started bobbing up and down on Tom's dick. He grabbed Tom's ass and seemed to pull Tom deeper into his until he had Tom's pubes snuggling his nose. Greg did that a few more times. Tom grunted as he pulled his dick back so the head was just inside Greg's mouth. "Use that tongue. Hold my load so we can all see it. Ahh, Ughhh, and here it is." Tom was on his toes and bucking slightly. In a few moments he pulled out. "Show us all what you got from your man." Greg opened his mouth and displayed Tom's creamy load on his tongue. "Go ahead and swallow your first cum." Greg closed his mouth and swallowed the load. Tom told him to get on his back. He told John and I to get busy on his Bitch before she cooled down. Not to worry, Greg had a very stiff boner. John got on one side of Greg on his knees and I did the same on the opposite side. Tom asked us to lean in and shoot on Greg's belly, which we both did. Tom had moved down between Greg's legs and was lifting Greg's legs up to hold them with his shoulder, which I did not understand; "Well only one small matter to take care of before we are done." With one hand Tom loosely grabbed Greg's dick and started to pump slowly but with purpose. In only a minute Greg's breathing changed. Greg was starting to use his hips to push into Tom's hand. "You like that don't you. You are so ready." Tom spit on the fuck finger of the hand not pumping Greg's cock. He ran the finger deep from top to bottom along Greg's still slimy crack. When he found Greg's anus he pushed in as far as he could go. "Oh God, you son of a bitch; I'm Cumming. Greg moaned. Tom pulled his finger out and let loose of Greg's dick. Tom lifted Greg's body so Greg was shooting cum toward his own head and very high on his chest. My load and John's cum were running up towards Greg's chin to mix with Greg's. It was over. Tom wiped his dick on a corner of the blanket and started to dress. John and I reached for our clothes and started to do the same. Greg was wiping cum onto the blanket. "I can't go home smelling like this. Can I grab a quick shower?" "Sure you can. But we get to watch and you must show us your ass hole as you soapy finger it." I said. We all laughed, including Greg. We followed Greg's naked ass to the second floor bathroom.