Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2017 09:45:42 -0400
From: Sam Johnson <samjohnson665@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Games Room Chapter 1

The Games Room
by Sam Johnson
samjohnson665@protonmail.com

A story of three twelve-year-old boys mucking around on a hot Sunday afternoon.

CHAPTER ONE

Cal lined up his shot on the pool table with great care. The
twelve-year-old boy was a sports nut and took any competitive event
seriously. But just as he was about to snap the pool cue back, he felt a
prod in his butt -- and jumped up around with a cry of, "Fuck off, Liam!"

"Sorry! It slipped!" Liam said cheekily, holding his pool cue protectively
in front of him, then laughing and zipping round the other side of the pool
table as Cal tried to punch him in the arm. Liam, also twelve, was a
smaller lad and no match for Cal in a physical contest. He was getting
soundly beaten at pool -- for the second time in a row -- and was a bit
over it.

The third boy in the basement that afternoon, Jackson, reading a comic on a
big old couch across the room, called out, "Don't be an ass, Liam -- you
agreed to play." Although he couldn't help smiling at his friend's typical
antics.

The three twelve-year-old boys, Jackson, Cal and Liam, had repaired to the
games room in Jackson's basement after it'd become too hot outside. They'd
stripped down to just their shorts now and were becoming increasingly bored
and antsy -- even the normally cool basement was starting to heat up on
this scorcher of a Sunday afternoon.

Cal, though, remained committed to seeing the game through. He stood by the
table, almost to attention, pool cue planted like a weapon in front of
him. Cal had short dark hair, was very white-skinned -- always in sports
kit outdoors -- and had a flat, taut, strong little boy-frame. "I've only
got one ball and the black left to go, Liam," he said, trying to get his
friend to focus. "You haven't got one of yours in yet -- you better get
serious."

Jackson, lying flat on the couch, one hand absently trailing across his
bare chest and tummy, let his comic fall to the floor. "Is that true?" he
called. Jackson, the natural leader of the trio, had a precociously
masculine shape to his young torso, one that he was proud of: neatly
defined little pecs, a hint of shoulder, and even some subtle form to his
taught little tummy. Along with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and strikingly
pretty features, he was a certainty to develop into a young teen Adonis
once he surged a bit further into his puberty.

"It'll be three-nil once I win this one," boasted Cal.

"Haven't you got a single ball in, Liam?" Jackson asked again.

"Whatever," Liam said, swiping his fringe. "So Captain Big Balls wins again
-- big whoop!"

"That joke's getting real lame, Liam," Cal said.

Liam pointed at the table. "But you ARE big balls -- you chose 'em yourself
-- both games -- big balls, big balls, big balls."

"Yeah, and you're little balls, then," Cal said. "Teeny weeny little ones,"
he added for good measure.

Liam responded by placing his pool cue in the position of a ludicrously big
dick and made some thrusts with it. Cheekiness was his calling card and,
when it didn't slip too far into silliness, one of his chief charms. Liam
was less physically mature than the other boys but his slenderness was neat
and sublimely proportioned. His honey smooth skin, flawless from tender
shoulder to soft little tum, caressed the eye with all the natural grace of
a seal pup frolicking in the shallows. The dark liquid eyes and easy smile,
the golden brown hair always falling in his eyes, were a constant
provocation to the world: his older cousins Amy and Elly were always trying
to hug and cuddle him, which he didn't mind too much, so long as they
didn't kiss him.

Jackson, who'd turned to watch Liam's nonsense, couldn't help laughing. He
and Liam had only been friends since the start of the year, but they'd
really hit it off; Jackson, a more serious boy, found Liam a crack-up. Cal
floated among several different groups at school, hung out with some older
boys he knew from footy, but he seemed to like spending weekends with
Jackson and Liam.

Cal stretched his firm torso back over the pool table to line up his
shot. Liam started to quietly move around behind Cal, but Cal barked, "Do
that again and I really will punch your lights out!"

Liam retreated -- he could tell Cal was serious. He swung his pool cue
about aimlessly -- almost hit a light fitting -- this was all getting so
boring...

Jackson had wandered over. "You better sink at least one ball, Liam. You
know the rules."

Liam looked at him blankly. "What rules?"

"If Cal pots all his balls before you get one in, you have to drop your
daks and run a lap of the table."

Cal let out a whoop. "Ha! Yeah! Serves you right!"

"That's bullshit," Liam protested. "You're just making that up."

Jackson shook his head and insisted they were the rules. "Just make sure
you get one in and there's no problem."

Cal drove his pool cue forward with a sure, sharp movement. The white hit
the big Twelve with a sweet thwack and sent it straight in the corner
pocket. "Ha! He cried. Just the black to go, Liam -- better get ready to
drop 'em!"

Liam looked at the other two, suddenly at a loss for a wise-crack -- behind
the smiles, they seemed serious. For the first time, he studied the table
seriously. There was one small ball sitting in a nice position, close to
the far corner pocket. He wasn't much good at this game, got bored with it
after five minutes, but even he had a good chance of knocking this one in.

As Liam stretched his slender form across the table, carefully lining up
the shot, Cal called, "Look where the black is, Liam...better not miss, or
next shot you're starkers!"

The black was sitting over the centre pocket like a ripe peach ready to
drop. All of a sudden Liam was quite anxious to make the shot -- no way was
he going to drop his daks in front of them, no matter what they said. He'd
never seen Jackson or Cal naked -- and they certainly hadn't seen him --
but Liam knew he was physically less developed. He didn't like the idea of
flashing himself at all.

He tried to be very careful in his aim, but fluffed it, the white barely
making it up the table. Finally it gave his target ball a gentle nudge,
leaving it pretty much unmoved. "Oh bloody shit!" he cried. "That's not
fair!" -- pointing at Cal -- "He put me off! I should get another shot!"

Jackson, highly amused, shook his head. "No way. You've done heaps worse to
Cal."

Cal was loving it. "Better get ready, Captain Small Balls!" Cal had put up
with a lot of baiting from Liam today, so this was going to be fun. He got
himself into the zone, lined up the black. It was a pretty straightforward
shot and he dispatched it with a sure, crisp smack.

"Alright!" Cal whooped, laughing. "Okay, Liam -- drop 'em!"

"No way," said Liam. "I said it was bullshit, and I'm not doing it."

"House rules, Liam," Jackson repeated stubbornly. "Just drop 'em and run a
lap of the table -- it'll only take a second."

"But..." Liam continued gamely, "If...I mean, if no one told me before I
started, it isn't fair."

Jackson considered this. He was leader of the trio, so he took seriously
his role of judge. But he was also bored and felt a devilish urge to pursue
this game...

"Tell you what," Jackson said. "I've got an idea." He walked over to a
large sideboard which had a vase and a few framed family photos on it. He
opened the middle drawer and, as he fossicked around, said, "You two play
another game, and the loser has to strip off and run a lap of the table --
no, the whole room -- while wearing this!" He held up a little shiny square
thing which the two other boys stared at dumbly.

"What is it?" Liam asked.

"A condom," Jackson said, laughing, his cheeks colouring a little --
something the fair-haired boy did quite easily, much to his chagrin. He'd
discovered the condoms only a few days ago and assumed they were his older
brother's. He'd been dying to take one and try it on, but hadn't been game,
as there was only three in the drawer. But now he didn't care.

"No way!" they both cried.

Even though Cal would likely beat Liam ninety-nine times out of a hundred,
he still didn't want to risk having to do something like that. "I already
won three games in a row," Cal said. "He should have to do it right now,
like the rules say."

But Jackson stood firm, said it was not fair to make Liam do it without
knowing the rules first. "You're not chicken are you, Cal?"

"Of course not! I'll win easy."

Liam made a few more feeble attempts at protest, but he knew he wasn't
going to be able to get out of this. He was getting more and more worried
about stripping off if he lost -- he definitely didn't want to do that --
although there was also a strangely exciting element to it as well. Very
confusing, really.

Liam broke and the game began. The atmosphere was quite charged, and the
laughter grew louder. Liam regained his chirpy bravado, making Jackson
laugh with his antics and wisecracks, like telling Cal not to get mixed up
and put the condom on his head. Cal gave plenty back, taunting Liam with
how soon he'd be dropping his daks, once even snapping the waistband of
Liam's undies, causing him to jump sharply away with a, "Hey, fuck off!"

Liam did try his best -- tongue out, concentrating hard -- but he never
really threatened. As Cal got closer and closer to victory he stuck his
chest out -- his white taut chest with just a slight hint of puffiness
round his little nipples. And he kept pointing his pool cue at Liam's
crotch and saying, "Won't be long now -- we'll see who's got the big
balls."

The moment Cal sunk the black, Liam dropped the pool cue and ran for the
door -- but Jackson was two steps ahead of him, easily caught the slim lad,
arm round his neck, holding him firm but not hurting him. Both boys were
laughing, Liam begging for mercy.

"Come on, Jackson," Liam cried, "Lemme go -- I promise, I'm just going to
check that no one's upstairs -- I mean, I don't wanna strip off if your
mum's gunna come in."

Jackson dragged him back to the table. "Nice try, but Mum won't be home
till later on this evening -- and Xavior's staying over at Ben's place."

Cal came round and stood guard as Jackson let him go. "Now come on," said
Jackson, and handed him the condom.

Liam took it, looked at it with a stupid grin, then moved his hands to the
waist band of his shorts, as if about to take them down -- then suddenly
dropped the condom and tried making another break for it. This time round
the other side of the pool table, where he was easily trapped by Cal and
Jackson going either side.

They grabbed him, kicking and screaming and laughing -- he put up quite a
fight, but they dragged him over to the couch, forcing him down on
it. Jackson held him there, pinned his arms back, showing the boy's smooth
pits and the slender body stretched out. Cal, with a determined smile,
knelt before him, quickly grabbed at the waistband of Liam's shorts and
tugged 'em down -- then roughly at the little undies, yanking 'em right
down past his knees.

"Fuck orrrff!" Liam cried, half-laughing, half-horrified, trying to twist
himself free or at least free his arms, but he couldn't -- Jackson was too
strong. He was trapped there, exposed -- his soft uncut penis and plump
little ball-bag -- no pubic hair yet, so the whiter skin of his sex area
was totally smooth -- it was unbearably rude and embarrassing.

"Hold still," Jackson told him. "It was a fair bet, you gotta do it, Liam."

Cal was in front of Liam, his hands on Liam's thighs, not really sure what
to do next, but his sporting instinct fully engaged by this pubescent
boy-play.

"Get the condom, Cal," Jackson told him "It's over -- geez, hold bloody
still Liam! -- over near the pool table."

Liam didn't even really know what they were going to do to him -- but he
was determined he wasn't going to let 'em. As Cal went over to the pool
table, Liam made a sudden surprise wrench and twist and managed to break
free and jump up from the couch -- but his shorts and undies were still
tangled round his ankles and as he quickly tried to yank 'em back up,
Jackson grabbed him from behind and dragged him back on the couch.

"Lemmee goooooo!" Liam squealed, continuing to laugh and twist about. They
got into a strenuous wrestle on the couch, cursing and breathing hard,
entwining legs, bumping and slipping across each other's bodies as they
fought for a position of dominance. Jackson kept the upper hand pretty
easily, but let Liam have enough freedom to keep the wrestling bout alive,
enjoying it. They'd had plenty of wrestles before, but none like this --
usually Liam gave in straight away, but now he was a wild boy, twisting and
grappling strenuously, his penis flipping about like a little lamb's tail,
trying to reach down and pull his undies back up -- once succeeding, but
the moment the blue briefs were roughly back in place, Jackson forced him
down and easily ripped the boy's undies back down, finally getting 'em
right off and tossing on the floor with his shorts. As Liam again howled
his laughing protest, Jackson impulsively gave Liam's penis a quick gentle
tug -- which caused an eruption of energy from naked boy, who managed to
flip positions Jackson, momentarily off-guard with laughter -- got him flat
on his back and sat on him with a triumphant HA! Jackson lay there getting
his breath back, tensing his tummy muscles under Liam's bare butt and
little ball bag gently resting, his penis sticking out a bit. "See how you
like it!" Liam cried, and lightening-quick shot his hand back and straight
in under the elastic waistband of Jackson's shorts. Jackson jack-knifed up,
then hurled Liam back, getting to his knees and grappling with him,
twisting him, using his superior strength now to finally get Liam locked up
in a tight bear-grip, his back flat against Jackson's straining torso.

And that was the winning manoeuvre, the fight out of Liam for the moment,
both boys puffing hard.

Cal had returned, holding the condom, watching the wrestling
spectacle. "Time to put this on," he said, waving the condom at Liam.

Jackson shifted a bit on the couch, kneeling and holding Liam tight to him,
in fact pulling him tighter to him. He was a bit distracted for the
moment. Toward the end of the wrestling, he'd starting getting a boner --
fast and hard. It was crushed now against Liam's bare bottom, the cotton of
his shorts rasping over his knob. Every time Liam moved at all, or even
clenched a butt cheek, Jackson couldn't help grinding his flattened
boy-cock against him, although he tried not to make it too obvious.

"Alright, let me go, I'll put it on," pleaded Liam.

"No way," said Jackson. "You'll run for it. You're staying right here --
Cal, you put it on him."

"Don't hold so tight." Liam pushed at the arm round his tummy.

Cal ripped at the wrapper and got the condom out.

"Jesus Christ," Liam muttered. The poor lad was still burning with
embarrassment, slender body arching back into Jackson's bear grip, tummy
stretched and ribcage flaring, his big boy feet on the floor. And his penis
had a bit of a perky curve to it now, almost double the size from when his
pants had first been pulled down, the foreskin a little tighter over the
knob.

Cal knelt before Liam, fiddling about with the condom. "How does it go on?"

"You just put it on his dick," Jackson said unhelpfully. This was a time
before the internet and ubiquitous sex ed -- knowledge was hard to come by,
and often unreliable.

Cal nodded, then, on a stray impulse, reached to fondle Liam's soft little
ball sack. "Captain Small Balls," he said, wondering at how different it
felt to play with another boy's.

Jackson snapped, "Don't be an arsehole, Cal -- his balls are big enough."

Cal was stung. "I didn't mean...just the names we were saying before..." He
felt Liam's balls again, the hot hard orbs slipping around so silkily
around in his soft little sack. "They feel pretty big, actually," he said
contritely.

 Removing his hand, looking again at the condom, Cal said to Jackson, "I,
um...he has to have a boner first, doesn't he...?"

"Yeah, he does."

Cal shuffled closer, pushing Liam's knees apart for easier access. "Better
think about a sexy girl, Liam," he said with a red-faced laugh. Then,
tentatively, he started playing with Liam's penis.

Liam squeezed his eyes shut, tried squirming away from it, but, from
behind, Jackson only tightened his hold.

"Keep still, dummy," Jackson growled. His hard cock had slipped flat
between Liam's butt cheeks and he couldn't help grinding into it and was
worried he'd soon cum in his pants.

At first Cal was very tentative, touching Liam's penis as though it was a
delicate rosebud.

"Nooo!!" Liam cried, laughing. "Don't! Let me go! I'll do it myself! I
promise!" But he didn't struggle too much now -- a boy instinctively knows
not to make any sudden moves when his penis is in a strange place.

With finger and thumb, like a maiden carefully selecting a grape, Cal held
the head of Liam's penis and began rubbing the foreskin back and forth. The
boys laughed at how quickly he got a stiffy. Not big, by any means, but
sticking up impudently, not to be ignored, like a poke in the eye or the
exclamation point to a rude joke.

Giving it a few playful twangs, Cal sat back on his heels and said, "Does
it get any bigger?"

Liam, who was watching himself being fondled with a look that changed from
embarrassment to wonder to excitement and back to embarrassment, said
defensively, "Yeah, sometimes it can..."

Cal leant forward again, resting an elbow on Liam's thigh, and started
masturbating him more vigorously, first with his fist tightly gripping the
stiff prick, making the lad wince a bit, then back to finger and thumb,
rapidly rubbing the soft foreskin up and down, showing his swollen little
knob more and more.

Finally Cal stopped and sat back again, but shifted his position this time,
so his hips were further back as he leaned forward -- an automatic posture
for a boy hiding his arousal.

"Lemme check," Jackson said, reasserting his role as leader. He moved a
hand down Liam's tummy to begin feeling and masturbating him as Cal had
done. Liam's response was becoming more frowning -- the feel of it was very
new, increasingly intense, and very worrying.

"Sometimes this helps," Jackson said, moving his hand to his mouth, getting
a subtle taste of Liam's sex as he coated his fingers in saliva. He got the
end of Liam's dick nice and wet and slippery and started rubbing him again,
his swollen glans now glistening brightly in the light.

"Ooh, fuck...fuck!" Liam cried softly, flinching at the now sharp bites of
pleasure right in the knob of his dick. He started twisting about again,
worried he was about to have an accident, piss himself or something.

Jackson found Liam's tense movements difficult to deal with -- while still
masturbating him, Jackson tightened his arm round the boy's tummy and made
a couple of prolonged thrusts of his cock along Liam's butt crack. But he
also tried to stop himself, didn't want to spurt his stuff -- and he was
suddenly squeezing Liam's erection very hard.

"Ow, shit! Jackson, that hurts!" Liam cried.

Jackson immediately let him go, immediately relaxed back a bit from Liam's
bottom. "Sorry," he mumbled. For a moment, Jackson wasn't even sure if he'd
jizzed or not, but as his molten wave of boy-heat subsided, he realised
he'd saved the day.

Jackson, his composure regained, said to Cal, "Okay, he should be right now
-- put it on him."

Cal brought the condom to him; Liam made himself perfectly still, watching
closely.

Cal pulled the condom by the rim, down over the head of Liam's cock, which
pushed straight up to the very end of the tip, his knob squashing inside
the translucent rubber. The boys laughed at it, Liam pushing his dick hard
up into it as Cal got it unrolled down to the base, still leaving a thick
rim of unrolled rubber. Liam's cock wasn't thick enough to fill it and it
clung to him like a wrinkly old man's raincoat.

Liam stood up off the couch to display himself all round, bucking his hips,
waggling the loose condom about, getting more laughter. The flapping rubber
stayed on him, but only just.

Jackson then stood up, checking the front of his shorts -- sure enough
there was quite a wet spot where his erection tented the loose material. He
brushed at it, but Liam saw straightaway and hooted, "You pissed yourself!"

"It's not piss," Jackson told him, laughing, red-faced. Then he said shyly,
"I better take 'em off..." He pulled his shorts right down -- he wasn't
wearing undies -- and kicked 'em off and then stood there, glowing with
self-consciousness, the brazen display of his sexual arousal.

"Geez, yours is big," Liam said.

It was a fine, handsome, beautifully formed boy-cock, certainly a bit
bigger than Liam's, and also showing a hint of sexual intent, looking more
like something to fuck with, in part due to the fringe of dark blonde pubic
hair starting to grow round the base of it, and also the slightly bigger
balls pulled up in a tight smooth sack.

Jackson automatically handled himself to move his foreskin completely back
behind the glans, something he always did, if alone, when he had an
erection. Then he used his fingers to wipe a dribble of wetness from his
cock head.

"Mine's bigger," Cal suddenly laughed, jumping up from the floor and
showing how stiff his cock was in his shorts by flattening the material
around his erection.

"Show us -- you can't tell anything like that," Liam said, enjoying a brief
moment of superiority, the in-group now requiring full nudity.

"Doesn't worry me either way," Cal shot back, bright pink spots on his fair
cheeks. And he pulled his shorts down, letting them fall to the floor. Then
he hooked his sky-blue briefs and tugged 'em down a little bit, just far
enough to expose himself, let his erection spring free. After hesitating,
he quickly pushed his undies right down and off, then stood up trying to
look unfazed, but actually looking more acutely embarrassed than the other
two.

Cal was at a similar stage of development to Jackson -- his cock may have
been slightly longer, although he had a generous overhang of foreskin,
budding over the end of his full erection then stretching in a tight fit
over the sleek design of his swollen glans. It looked like he had more
pubic hair, but that was probably because his little beginner's patch was
black and showed so starkly against all the smooth whiteness of his tummy
and thighs. One thing Cal clearly did have was the biggest balls, showing a
bit of weight on the boy, though pulled up tight now in his excitement.

Cal stood defiantly as it was his turn to be looked at, but his cheeks were
burning: his white smooth skin, his proto-athletic form, along with the
fact he was the serious sporty boy, somehow made his nakedness ruder, made
it more of an illicit thrill to see his hard penis sticking out.

For the moment the boys stayed where they were, glancing nervously at each
other, handling themselves, pushing their cocks right out, telling each
other just how hard their cocks were -- insisting they were getting harder
with each passing minute. In the warm room, the boys' sexual arousal was
contagious and self-reinforcing. A sweet boy-scent rose from their young
bodies, an intoxicating brew of pheromones and hormones, wafted from bare
sweaty armpits, radiated from their exposed hot sex, while their smooth
skin seemed to glow with inflamed pubescence.

"I think Jackson's is bigger," Liam said loyally, or perhaps mischievously.

That was like a starter's pistol for Cal, who, with a challenging look,
went straight over to Jackson. "Let's compare 'em," he said. Both boys
shoved their erections toward each other, carefully docking them together,
using their hands to line 'em up shaft to shaft. A game of millimetres
ensued, the two flushed boys laughing and arguing about whether the bases
of their cocks were perfectly aligned, bent knees and contorted torsos like
something out of a boys' own Kama Sutra. Jackson took control of holding
the two cocks together, and claimed Cal's protruding foreskin was cheating.

"You have to slide it back," Jackson said to Cal, and started manipulating
his penis to achieve that.

Cal said, "It doesn't, Jack -- ooh fuck, don't -- it doesn't..."

Jackson found Cal's foreskin got tight and only slid back enough to show
the tiniest tip of his glans. He was fascinated by it and gently played it
back and forth, Cal watching and wincing, getting a cute little snarl on
his face...until Cal suddenly flinched back sharply, grabbing at Jackson's
hand to remove it. A sudden boiling wave had surged in Cal -- he almost
shot his boy-load, and in fact did produce a little half-pulse of juice,
running down onto his fingers as he grabbed himself.

"You're jizzing!" Jackson cried and quickly followed Cal and pulled his
hand away so they could see him ejaculate.

Cal took a breath, easing back from the brink, shook his head. "I nearly
did," he said. He held up his hand to show the dribble of juice he'd
spurted, a hint of milky semen in it but mainly clear.

Liam, wide-eyed, moved closer to look. "That's your jizz?"

"A bit," Cal said coolly. "I shoot out way more than that."

Liam plucked the condom off his twanging stiffy and inspected the tip. "I
think I did some, too..."

Cal said, "That's Jackson's spit, dummy."

Jackson suddenly said, "Hey Cal, rub your jizz on Liam's dick."

"Eh?" Liam said in reflex protest. But then he pushed his hips forward as
Cal brought his fingers to him.

Cal wiped his sticky juice around the head of Liam's cock, getting it good
and slippery, masturbating him with it. Liam felt the stabs of pleasure
start up like before, but sharper, and he said "oh shit", and started
clenching his knees together, dipping his hips.

Jackson watched with a small frown. The sudden idea that had popped into
his head was to have Cal rub his jizz on his, Jackson's, dick, but he'd
taken the safe option and projected the idea onto Liam.

Jackson said, "That's enough, Cal -- he probably can't jizz yet."

"I might," Liam protested, looking irritably at the hand now taken from
him. Then he studied his cock, held it at the base between finger and thumb
and said, "I spurted some out, I think."

"That's Cal's!" Jackson laughed. "You don't even wank yet."

"How do you know!" Liam shot back.

"You can't wank if you haven't got pubes," Jackson said, as though it was a
scientifically recognised fact.

Cal had picked up the flaccid, unravelled condom from the floor. He started
trying to pull it onto his cock, but he was thick enough to make it
difficult, the rubber getting stuck and bunching up. He said to Jackson,
"Is there any more of these?"

But Jackson didn't want to use another one -- bad enough one missing out of
three, let alone two. "Wait a minute," he said, heading once again for the
sideboard drawer. He came back with a green tube of ointment or something,
another bloom of colour suffusing his fair cheeks.

"What is it?" Liam asked.

Jackson read off the tube: "Personal lubricant and..." he broke off
laughing.

"What?" Cal and Liam said in unison.

"It's just...you put this stuff on your dick so it's easier to stick it in
a girl's thing. Least, that's what Xavier reckons."

Cal, especially, thought that was hilarious, both he and Liam laughing and
holding their erections.

Jackson walked over to Cal. "I'll put some on yours, then you can slide the
condom on easy."

Cal, bright cheeked, presented his cock to Jackson.

Once the cap was off, Jackson positioned the nozzle above Cal's
cock. Tilting his head to consider, Jackson decided to use a finger to push
Cal's erection down to a horizontal position. Then he squeezed a generous
line of the clear goo along the length of it.

Before the lubricant could start dripping off him, Jackson dropped the tube
and grabbed Cal's cock and rubbed the goo all over it, coating it
liberally, even matting his little fringe of pubic hair with it.

Cal was straight away savagely excited. He screwed his face up, head
twisting to one side, straining his cock forward into Jackson's firm,
slippery hand, fast approaching his orgasm again -- and this time he didn't
care, didn't want to stop, wanted to explode his jizz into Jackson's hot
hand.

But Jackson let him go. "Give us the condom," he said, sticking doggedly to
the plan.

A little dazed, Cal handed it over. Jackson carefully pulled it over his
friend's tight-foreskin covered knob, and started easing it on. And it slid
down Cal's straining shaft nicely, fitting snugly but not too tightly. He
had to unroll a bit more length than Liam had needed.

After a quick glance at Cal's intense stare, Jackson took his cock in a
firm confident grip and began wanking him hard and fast.

"Fuck..." Cal said through clenched teeth, and got that darling little
snarl again; with his hips straining right forward he managed some further
little fuck-movements at Jackson's hot slippery fist, then, with a muted
grunt, he shot his boy-load, filling the condom tip and back along the
shaft, his intense orgasm causing him to take little unsteady steps forward
as he bucked right to the end of it.

Like a sports star after a magnificent victory, Cal stood glowing in the
spotlight, wiping a new film of sweat from his brow, breathing deeply,
smiling shyly, all eyes on him.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!" a voice suddenly boomed from the games
room door. It was Ben, a friend of Jackson's older brother.

The charged sexual atmosphere vanished in a heartbeat -- the three naked
lads exploded like grenades, covering themselves with a hand while
scrambling madly for their shorts, the devastation of being caught etched
instantly on their drawn faces.

Ben started toward them, shaking his head in disbelief.

----- END OF CHAPTER ONE ------

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