From: greggbic@midwest.net (gregg)
Subject: cracker game b/b
Date: Sat, 09 Nov 96 22:57:22 GMT
Organization: Midwest Internet

CRACKER

It was the summer I turned 14. A bunch of us boys had discovered a way to 
break into a
local tavern and steal beer when we camped out in my friends back yard. We 
would get
drunk and sit around in just out cut-offs and talk dirty. And of course lie 
that we had had
sex with girls...or even women. None of us talked about having sex with guys 
but that is
all I could ever think about. As the other boys rubbed their cocks through 
their pants as
we talked dirty about girls, I got my boner from watching them. We had all 
skinny dipped
the summer before and took showers in gym so we knew what each other looked 
like
soft...but none of us had ever shown it hard. That was the main reason we 
didn't skinny
dip together anymore was because i was the one who always suggested it and I 
couldn't
trust my cock anymore. It was popping up all the time now and even my twice 
daily jack-
off sessions didn't seem to help. I often thought about the other boys naked 
while I
jacked-off in my bathroom, bedroom, school bathroom, public 
bathrooms...anywhere I could.
Everywhere I could. God I was a horny dude. And the other boys were so cute. 
Most of
them had pubic hair now...I had been the first in my class. And they all had 
nice sized
soft cocks. I wished I could see them hard but that was not likely I figured. 
They loved to
show off their dicks in the locker room, but it was very non-sexual and we 
were always in
a hurry to get to our next class. I had started growing hair at 10 and had a 
full bush at
12 but did not discover jerking-off til I was 13. After my summer of skinny 
dipping. But
once I discovered it I made up for lost time. In less than 9 months I had 
jerked-off in
every conceivable location. My favorite was to fuck my pillow. I loved to 
slide my stiff
prick between the pillow and the pillow slip. I would start slow but build up 
in intensity in
less than two minutes..then I would cum and feel guilty. But fucking my pillow 
make it last
longer than using my hand. That lastly only about 30 seconds and I still felt 
just as guilty.
I figured if I was gonna feel guilty I might as well make it last as long as 
possible. I
would fantisize about rubbing off against the butt of one of my friends. (I 
didn't even know
about butt fucking)
	Mike was the last boy in my class to get hair, he had just gotten his 
first ones
just before school got out for the summer. He had a buff bod...blond and blue 
eyed, he
lifted weights with his older brothers and had the pecs to prove it. Donny was 
the most
beautiful boy in my class with jet black hair and olive skin with jet black 
pubes like mine
and a very dark skinned cock. Jerry had the darkest skinned cock. He was half 
anglo and
have mexican and had a nearly black cock...uncut. He was the only uncut boy in 
my
class but his foreskin barely covered half his cockhead. (something I found 
out was
common with hispanic guys) Jerry also had the biggest soft cock of all the 
boys. Mine
was about second largest...maybe third. Terry was my other skinny dip buddy. 
He was a
bronse God with soft brown hair (above and below) and a golden tone to his 
skin. He had
the thinnest cock. Not a pencil dick but close. The 5 of us spent nearly all 
our waking
hours together. But nobody wanted to show hard. So the skinny dipping ended 
when I felt
I couldn't control my cock any longer. The other guys liked to skinny dip but 
I always had
to talk them into it. And when I quit talking them into swimming...the 
swimming stopped. 
	So the drunken campouts with dirty talk were all I had. And that was 
not doing
my cock much good. It was a major prick tease for me. I would get so excited 
with pent
up sexual energy I had to spend nearly the whole next day after a camp out in 
my room
fucking my pillow and feeling guilty. I had never been told that jacking-off 
was o'k. I
thought for sure I was the only boy doing it and that it would kill me by my 
16th birthday.
(I survived!) The other boys never admitted that they beat their meat...they 
said they were
having real sex...with girls. It never occured to me that we spend all of our 
time together
and not with girls so how could they be getting any. 
	As the summer progressed, the drunken campouts got more often and 
intense.
The dirty talk more graphic. Cocks sliding in and out of wet cunts and hot 
mouths. Cum
shooting everywhere..in the stories, not in real life. 
	It was a very hot and dry summer until mid July when the rains came. 
Drowning
out our campouts. We waited for better weather but it just kept raining and we 
were
getting very frustrated...for the booze and the sex talk. Jerry's folks were 
the most liberal
of our parents and let us campout in their basement when they went out of 
town. It was
a large unfinished basement filled with lots of junk and very dusty. We spent 
about an
hour just cleaning a place to roll out our sleeping bags. Then Mike found the 
shower in
the corner. The shower head came right out of the wall with a drain in the 
floor and no
walls around it or even a curtain. Jerry said he used it when he was a little 
kid, til his
dad remodeled the upstairs bathroom with a shower.  Mike loved showers. He 
always
spent the most time in the shower at school soaping every inch of his body. He 
even
soaped his cock right in front of everybody. But it never got hard. So when he 
saw the
shower I knew it was a matter of time before he would use it. It was hot and 
stuffy in
the basement and our shirts were gone fast, then our shoes and socks. We were 
getting
very drunk and the talk was very dirty. We wrestled some and got very hot and 
sweaty. I
heard the shower turn on and knew it was Mike. He was naked and waiting for 
the water
to get warm. Jerry stripped next and there were some jokes about black and 
white in the
shower together...or at least dark brown and very white. I had a boner in my 
pants and
was hoping the shower would run out of hot water before the others decided to 
join them.
Within minutes I was the only clothed boy in the basement. I was being teased 
about not
getting naked and they joked that I must have a boner. They then said it was 
o'k if I was
hard they wouldn't laugh but they did want me to join in the fun. Slowly I 
slid my cutoffs
and underwear down and revealing my hard cock....well that broke the dam. They 
were
impressed at it's size but I said Jerry's had to be bigger so he rubbed his 
hard to
compare. He was a lot bigger. All 5 of us were hard now and comparing cocks. 
Donny's
was the most perfect. Perfect size and shape and color. Terry's was a pencil 
even hard
and Mike's had more hair than at school. His was the shortest but the fattest. 
We all
began to stroke when Jerry said we should play a game called cracker. He said 
he had
never played it but had heard about it at church camp of all places. The rules 
were
simple, we would place a cracker on the floor and everybody would circle it 
and jack-off.
Then last to cum had to eat the cum soaked cracker. No way I said but the 
others were
interested and we did have the crackers already. We always had cheese and 
crackers on
our campouts. We sat around, still wet and hard, and had another beer. They 
convinced
me by saying that the last guy really didn't have to eat the cracker, they 
just wanted to
circle jerk.
	Nervously we placed the cracker on the floor and took our places. 
Outside toes
touching to make a perfect cicle. 3, 2, 1 start jerkin'. In my bathroom I 
never lasted longer
than 30 seconds but now I could tell that I wasn't going to cum anytime 
soon...maybe
never. Terry shot first...a weak load. Blamed it on jerking all afternoon at 
home. We all
laughed and kept stroking. Mike shot next...a nice load. Then Donny. Of course 
he shot a
perfect load. I was getting very scared, just me and Jerry were left and I 
wasn't even
close. A cold sweat came over me. Then Jerry shot....God did he shoot. It was 
a huge
load and the cracker was now covered with four loads...and so was the floor. 
Now they
were all watching me. That was the turn on I needed and I suddenly blasted my 
load with
out much warning. I had been last and they all started kidding me. I wanted to 
eat the
cracker but was too afraid to admit it. I wanted then to make me eat it, but 
they were
letting me off the hook. I thought about what I had just seen and couldn't 
stop myself...I
scooped up the cracker and ate it in one big bite. The guys cheered for my 
courage.
They said it took a lot of guts to really do it. I felt kinda proud and very 
guilty.
	The five of us sat naked on our sleeping bags and told our deepest 
secrets. They
were all virgins and jerked off every day. What a relief. I was not alone. 
Donny said his
big fantasy was to get a blow job. Then he kept talking about it and rubbing 
his perfect
boner. He moved closer to me and said if I wanted to try it nobody would tell. 
I just sat
there not saying anything. Donny got on his feet in front of me and moved his 
cock closer
to my mouth. The other boys said it would be o'k and they would not tell on 
me. I
slipped my mouth over his cockhead. It was warm and smooth and hard...yet 
somehow
soft too. I had to fight the urge to bite down on it. I licked it and sucked 
slowly. Donny
moaned and asked me to suck faster. I did. I was rewarded with a load of cum 
in my
mouth. Donny thanked me and said I could do it again anytime I wanted. The 
other boys
asked if I wanted to do them and one by one I sucked them all off. I nearly 
choked on
Jerry long cock and huge load. They told me that they all knew I was Gay and 
that it wa
o'k with them and if I ever wanted more to just ask. I worked my way around 
the room
on my hands and knees sucking each again.
	We woke up the next morning on top of our sleeping bags with raging 
boners. I
took care of each of them again and often over the next few years, and I still 
love a
good game of cracker.