Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2022 03:18:47 +0100 (CET) From: Brad Wallace Subject: Bradley's Sleepovers Chapter 4 Bradley's Sleepovers This is the continuation of a series of true recollections from my childhood in the 70's. I loved having sleepovers with friends and this is one of my favorite memories. If you're enjoying this, or other stories on Nifty, please make a donation to keep this site alive at https://donate.nifty.org/ Comments welcomed and appreciated. Chapter 4 -- Max (age 11) I replayed that night in the tent with Jason over and over in my mind for months. It was the fuel for many a bedtime jerk off session and I had quickly gotten very adept at bringing myself to orgasm. I would always check to see if there was any cum, but my little hairless balls were still empty. I was very anxious to find someone to try that again with. I asked my parents about joining the Boy Scouts but with 4 very active and busy kids, and me already playing soccer in spring, baseball in summer, and football in the fall, they just couldn't work in another after school activity. I loved sports still and wasn't about to give any of those up, so Boy Scouts would have to wait. Soccer was a relatively new sport for us back then. I thought it was tons of fun and I quickly discovered I was really good at it. My short size wasn't holding me back in this sport, and my quickness and agility enabled me to become a pretty solid forward in no time. By now, I had played on the same team for a couple of seasons and had gotten to be good friends with a few of the players. A couple months after the backyard campout with Jason, I was invited to a birthday party for my teammate -- Max. It was the summer between 5th and 6th grade. I was 11 and Max was just turning 12. He was a midfielder on our team and one of our best players. Max was German, his dad was born and raised there and had a thick German accent. He had played soccer all his life, so he was one of the few kids (and had the only parent) that really understood the game. Max had shaggy brown hair, friendly brown eyes, a warm smile and an infectious giggle. Max was short and stocky, like a lovable bulldog. It was going to be another backyard campout and I was beyond excited about what that could entail when we all got in the tent for the night. Max had invited one other player from the team, Chris (11) and then 3 of his neighbors: Matt 12, Troy 12 and Bobby 11. Matt was the biggest of the group - tall and muscular, with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Even though he was the biggest and strongest, he was very shy and quiet. Troy was also pretty tall but thinner than Matt, with long light-blond hair and blue eyes. He looked like a California surfer kid. Then there was Bobby. He was a short, chubby red head with tons of freckles and the same height as me and Max. Chris from the soccer team was a little taller than Max, Bobby and me, but had a lean, skinny build, messy brown hair and blue eyes. Bobby and I hit it off immediately. He was funny, cute, and a bundle of energy and mischief - always cracking jokes and teasing the other guys. The tent was already set up in back yard when I got there. It was newer and nicer than ours (nylon instead of canvas) and didn't smell as bad. It had room for all 6 of us so we tossed in our sleeping bags and clothes and started playing. Max's dad grilled burgers and bratwursts, while we played, and after dinner we had cake and opened presents. Then it was back to the backyard for more football, and finally hide and seek when it got too dark to see the ball. Around 9:45 Max's parents said to quiet down and get ready for bed. We piled into the tent, but no one was ready to sleep. We played cards, talked about school and girls and sports, farted a lot, made jokes about how tiny each other's dicks were -- typical 12-year-old boy stuff. We were told repeatedly to be quiet by Max's parents and finally managed to lower our voices to a whisper. Bobby kept poking his head out the tent to check and finally around 11:00pm the lights went out in the house. Bobby said, "Well you bunch of homos, we've been talking all night about who has the biggest dick, so let's play strip poker and see who's the big man for real." Despite the dull light coming from the old battery powered lantern, I think everyone could see my eyes light up at that comment. I think I too eagerly agreed. I could not wait to see these guys naked. There was lots of hesitation from some of the guys -- mainly Chris (I suspected he had a little one) and Matt -- "mister shyness". Bobby was very effective though at making anyone who didn't want to play feel like it was because they were too scared for us to see their "tiny pee-pee" as he called it in his best whiny baby voice. He wore them down until everyone agreed. After arguing over the rules of poker we decided on a modified game of Blackjack instead. Everyone was dealt two cards and could hit or stay. If anyone busted, they would have to take off a piece of clothing. If no one busted, then whoever had the lowest value of cards was the loser. We all started off in our socks, underwear, shorts and t-shirts. First one to lose 5 hands would be naked. Chris dealt the first hand, and I was not off to a good start -- busting (along with Max) on the first hand and again on the 2nd. Both socks were gone. I drew an Ace, Jack the next hand and Matt lost with a 14. Chris and Troy both busted the next round, and then I lost again with a 13. I took off my shirt and sat in just my shorts and underwear. Bobby busted the next hand and then Chris and Max busted. After a couple more hands I lost again and had to drop my shorts. There was no hiding the erection poking up in my white briefs and that got lots of snickers and comments immediately. "Someone is really enjoying this isn't he" teased Bobby. I sat back down cross-legged with my hands in my lap in the hopes of hiding it. The game went on until there were 4 of us down to just our underwear -- Max and I in white briefs, Bobby in blue and white striped briefs, and poor shy Matt doing his best to cover up in his light blue underwear. Max and Bobby both had prominent bulges in their briefs, but Matt seemed to be keeping his pecker under control somehow. Troy was down to his shorts, but Chris still had his shorts and shirt on. The clothes were starting to pile up in a corner of the tent near my sleeping bag where everyone had been tossing them. Chris was loving it and said, "so what will the loser have to do once they're naked?" "I'm getting in my sleeping bag!" said Matt. "Oh no" we all replied. Bobby suggested that the loser would have to stand in the corner of the tent until the game was over, with hands on their head. We all gulped but our urge to see one another naked was stronger than our fear of losing so we all agreed. Troy lost the next round and joined the rest of us in his underwear. His cock looked huge, and you could clearly see it pointing up and almost out of the top waistband of his Fruit of the Looms. I drew a 13 and decided to hit. A 7! Whew! Max busted though and was the first one to lose it all. His face turned bright red as we teased the birthday boy about being in his birthday suit. He turned his back to us and wiggled his butt as he pulled down his undies. His round little butt cheeks looked so cute, and you could clearly see the tan lines from his swimsuit. He moved to the corner without ever turning around and put his hands on his head saying "no one ever said I had to turn around" and shook his ass at us again. After a brief uproar by all of us, and then shushing because we were making too much noise, we decided to put it to a vote. 4 voted in favor of all the losers having to face the middle of the tent, 2 were opposed (Max and Matt, or course). Max reluctantly turned around and we all stared at his beautiful little cock. It was probably not quite 4" but pretty thick. He was so hard that it was stuck right up against his belly. He pulled it down to a 45-degree angle and let it slap up against his belly again and giggled. He was the first kid I had ever seen who wasn't circumcised, but the foreskin was mostly retracted, and 3/4ths of his head stuck out proudly. I hoped I would get a chance to get my hands on it later that night. I was the next to lose. I had a 15 and no one busted. I shucked my briefs and tossed them on the pile with a lot less drama than Max. I had grown and was proud of my now 4 incher. It was rock hard and pointing at the sky. I stood awkwardly next to Max, who gave me a little head nod. "Hey, so what does the winner get?" I asked. "Hmm... how about the winner gets to tell the losers what to do?" Chris suggested. Bobby liked that idea, and everyone agreed. "Have you ever had a sword fight?" Max asked me as the next hand of cards was being dealt. "No" I said and gave him a puzzled look. He pressed down on his dick so it was sticking straight out and then stepped towards me and bumped it into my hard dick. I quickly caught on and used my own pecker like a sword as we knocked them into each other. The others paused from blackjack for a minute to watch what we were doing as we giggled and fought using our best pirate voices. Bobby and Chris kept squeezing their cocks through their underwear as they watched Max and I, and the sexual tension kept building. Poor Matt lost next. He looked terrified but accepted his fate. When he dropped his underwear I was surprised that he still wasn't hard, but it was starting to inflate. His semi turned into a full blown erection not long after he stood next to us exposing himself to the rest of the tent. His cock was bigger than Max's and mine by maybe a half inch or more and jutted out from his good sized balls at a 45 degree angle. "Hey you've got pubes!" Max exclaimed. Everyone leaned in for a closer look at the 4 or 5 jet black hairs sprouting from the base of his shaft. The close scrutiny embarrassed him, but I think he was proud that he was further into puberty than the rest of us. Matt was apparently a swimmer as his tan lines showed he spent a lot of time in a speedo. Chris went on a losing streak and was the next one out. My suspicions were right about him. He was just a little over 3 inches and thin (like the rest of him). His cock poked straight out away from his belly. The four of us continued the sword fight and giggled at the exhilaration of our cocks touching. It was down to Troy and Bobby. Bobby drew a 7 and a Queen. Troy had a 10 and a 2 and then drew a Jack. Busted! Bobby grinned from ear to ear and squeezed his cock some more as Troy tossed his underwear with the rest of our clothes. His was even a little longer than Matt's, not quite as thick and had a little bend to the left. "I've got some too" he said and showed us the blond (almost white) hairs above his cock. He had bigger balls than the rest of us and they hung down lower. So we all stood around looking at each other and checking each other out. Max and I were now stroking ours a little and giving it an occasional squeeze. Bobby says "So first let's see who has the biggest and who has the littlest." He stood up, dropped his undies and tossed them aside, and we were all finally naked. Bobby's cock was as pale and pink as the rest of him. It stood up proudly right against his chubby belly. For someone who had been bragging all night about his size, he couldn't really back up that talk. He was longer than Chris, but not as long as Max and I. But what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. He had the fattest, chubbiest little cock I had ever seen. The head was narrower than the shaft making it look like a thick stick that had been whittled down to a point. Bobby was hairless like most of us but had the biggest set of balls of anyone in the tent. His sack was the size of a golf ball with some good-sized marbles in there. We all compared sizes and it was Troy with the longest, followed by Matt, Me, Max, Bobby and Chris. Bobby then said all the losers had to stand in circle and grab the cock of the guy to their right and stroke it. Max was still right next to me and I couldn't wait to feel his cock. As I reached out and touched his, he flinched, and I felt an almost electric jolt as Chris touched mine. Max was stroking Troy's long cock, Troy was jerking Matt (who seemed to be completely over his shyness now) and Matt was playing with Chris's little pecker. Bobby sat down and played with his own and watched as we stroked and moaned and giggled. I was fascinated by the way the skin on Max's cock would slide up over his head and then back down as I stroked him. After a few minutes of this, Troy spoke up and said "have you guys ever played Truth or Dare?" We all had, but never in a setting like this with 6 naked and sexually charged boys. We all agreed. I think we were all eager to see where this would lead. Since it was Troy's idea he got to go first, and since Bobby won the last game, he decided to pick on him first. Bobby picked "Dare" and Troy said "I dare you to run around the outside of the tent naked". We all gasped. Being naked together inside the tent was one thing, but outside was a whole new level of danger. Bobby didn't hesitate though. He unzipped the door, poked his head out to make sure the coast was clear, giving us all a great view of his plump ass and big set of balls hanging below it, and then he bolted out of the tent. In his excitement he completely forgot about the rope lines running from the tent to the stakes in the ground and immediately tripped over one and fell down. We were all peering out the doorway and laughed so hard I thought for sure we would wake up Max's parents. Bobby dived back into the tent, knocking over a few of us, red faced, grass-stained, panting but still rock hard. "OK, my turn" he said after catching his breath from laughing and running. He turned to me. "Brad, I dare you to run to the mailbox and back!" "Hey, I thought this was TRUTH or dare, maybe I want to do a truth" I said. "Do you?" Bobby asked. "Nah, just kidding -- Dare accepted!" I crept to the door and spent a little bit of time checking to see that there were still no lights on inside. I knew everyone was looking at my ass, and maybe could even see my little a-hole and that gave me an added thrill. Making sure I knew where the tent lines were staked, I plotted my course and took off. It was probably 50 yards to get to the driveway and down to the mailbox and back, but it felt like a mile. I realized once I was outside it wasn't as dark as I expected. My white butt cheeks weren't the only moon out that night and it would not have been hard for someone inside Max's house, one of their neighbors, or someone driving by to see me. Luckily I made it there and back without incident. After catching my breath, I turned to Max. "OK birthday boy, it's your turn. I dare you to run to the neighbor's mailbox across the street." While only a little bit farther than what I had to run, having to cross the street made you completely exposed. No shrubs or parked cars in the driveway to use for cover. Max giggled like always and quickly agreed. I remember the 5 of us huddling together, naked bodies pressing against each other in the doorway, watching him run. His cute butt cheeks bouncing on the way there, the brief pause as he checked for cars, and then the mad dash across the street and back to the tent with his stiff cock still glued to his belly. When his breathing slowed enough for him to talk again he looked at Chris. "Chris, I dare you to run to the stop sign and back." No way, that was 3 or 4 houses down the street I thought! "He'll never do that" Bobby said. "And how will we know if he chickens out? We can't see it from here" said Troy. Chris said "well I guess you jerks will just have to come outside and see for yourselves" and he took off running. We all looked around at each other for a moment and then as a group, quickly slipped outside the tent and scurried down the driveway, crouching behind Max's dad's car for cover. For a second, we couldn't even see Chris. He was smart enough to not run down the middle of the street and was creeping through the neighbors' yards using anything he could find for cover -- trees, parked cars, trash cans... As he got further away, we crept further out towards the street so we could see him, crouching low but having to move away from the bushes and car so we could get a good look. He was making good progress and was almost to the end of the street. We were so focused on watching him at that end of the street that we never noticed the car coming from the other end of the street behind us - until we saw our shadows on the pavement from the headlights behind us. I'm sure our 5 white butts lit up like a neon sign when the lights hit us. We all jumped, screamed and dashed back towards the tent. In the distance I could hear poor Chris scream too. That car got a good full-frontal look at him before he dashed to the side of the street and into a yard. The car honked as it drove past him and I'm sure the driver had a good laugh. We dove into the tent and immediately poked our heads back out looking for Chris. A light came on across the street and then one next door as people got out of bed to see what the honking was about. Chris was screwed. The next thing we hear is Max's back door open. "Oh shit!" I said. We all lunged for our sleeping bags and were scrambling to get in. I noticed the giant pile of clothes and started stuffing them in the bag hoping to hide the fact that we were all naked. Bobby's zipper got stuck and he didn't make it all the way in his bag in time before Max's mom shows up at the door of the tent. The big, heavyset, German woman did not look happy. "I don't suppose you boys know anything about that car honking, do you?" she fumed in her thick accent. Without waiting for an answer she added "We've told you boys to go to sleep a half dozen times now! It's after midnight and this nonsense needs to stop!" "Flashlights off, stay in the tent, and no more fooling around!" She glanced at Bobby with that last comment (yep, pretty sure she caught a glimpse of his naked ass). Thank god in her sleep-deprived rage she never noticed that someone was missing! She zipped up the tent door and stormed off. Where was Chris?? No one said a word until we heard the back door close. Then Matt and Troy who were closest to the door unzipped the tent a little and looked outside. "Where is he?" I whispered urgently. "Did he get arrested?" "Did he get caught by a neighbor?" "Maybe the car picked him up and kidnapped him?" we all wondered. We debated about going to look for him but couldn't risk getting caught by Max's parents again. "I see him! Here he comes!" whispered Matt. Chris dived into the tent and landed right on top of Max. He looked frazzled and had some scratches on his legs, chest and arms. "What happened!" we all whispered at once. Chris said after getting caught in the headlights he froze for a second, then dashed into a neighbor's yard and hid in their shrubs. When the car honked at him, the light came on in the house and he had to wait until it went back out before moving again. He had been terrified he would get caught but managed to slowly work his way back without being discovered. Now that our friend was safely back in the tent, the tension finally broke and we could all breathe a sigh of relief. Then Bobby chuckled "You really shouldn't worry Chris, the guy in that car would have needed binoculars to see that baby dick of yours". Every erection had long since faded and Chris's flaccid penis really was pretty small. "But I do have to say," Bobby added. "you've got some big ole balls to try and streak down to that stop sign and back". We all congratulated him for making it back and then someone said "Hey, can I get my clothes back?" They were all still stuffed inside my sleeping bag. "You'll have to come and get em" I said and then I was pounced on by all five of them. They managed to unzip my bag a little and were reaching in and feeling around for all their shirts, shorts and undies. Lots of tickling and grabbing of other things too. I was soon hard again and laughing as I felt several hands give me a squeeze or two. "Hey so Matt and Troy never had to do a dare" I said. "We are NOT going back outside!" said Max and Chris in unison. "I'm in enough trouble already" Max added. "OK then, why don't we play `inside' Truth or Dare?" suggested Bobby. Even though it was well past midnight, our adrenaline was still surging, and no one was sleepy. "OK" whispered Max, "but we've GOT to keep the lights off and we've GOT be quiet or my mom will beat ALL our asses if she comes out here again." The clothes were tossed back in the corner, and we waited for Chris's dare. He thought for a moment and then said "Matt, I dare you to kiss the birthday boy's butt". Max giggled like always, got down on his hands and knees, and pointed his chubby little butt cheeks at Matt. It was hard to tell in the darkness, but I am sure Matt was blushing a deep red. He crawled out of his bag and over to Max and gave a quick peck on the cheek (so to speak). We told him that was lame, but he was done. Matt's cock was soft, but I could see Max starting to bone up a bit. I was still in my bag but hard. Chris was soft and sitting cross-legged on his bag. Bobby and Troy were sitting up but still covered by their bags. I was excited that I might still have a chance to see them naked again and maybe play some more. It was Matt's turn and he surprised us all by taking things up a notch "OK Troy, I dare you to lick the birthday boy's balls". Max grinned from ear to ear and he laid back and spread his legs. His cock was at half-mast but rising fast. Troy gulped, muttered "you guys are so gay" but went ahead with it. By now the moonlight was bright and shining down into the tent through the mesh at the top. It gave us just enough light to see what was going on without needing flashlights. Troy bent down, but before he could start Matt added "for 10 seconds!". There would be no quick little touch of the tongue this time. Troy shot Matt a mean look but resolved himself to the task at hand. By now Max was fully hard and with his cock up against his belly, Troy would have no trouble getting to his little marble sized balls. Troy stuck out his tongue, and gently licked first one and then the other. "1... 2... 3..." we whispered as we watched mesmerized. After a few licks he seemed to get into it a little more and licked harder causing Max to moan in delight. No one had ever licked my balls before, but I was sure hoping that would happen to me soon. When the time was up, Troy was fully erect too and you could tell he wanted more. "This is the best birthday ever" whispered Max. I looked around and could see Chris was hard now and Bobby appeared to be stroking his cock under the sleeping bag. I thought I knew where this was leading next but Troy surprised me when he dared Max to kiss Bobby on the lips for 10 seconds. The two of them looked like they had been asked to kiss a pig, but eventually scooted next to each other and after some awkwardness at first, started to lightly kiss. Once again, after about 5 seconds things changed and you could tell they were both kind of enjoying it. Max certainly didn't lose his erection over it. Now it was Max's turn, he looked around with a grin on his face and said "Bobby, I dare you to kiss Brad's dick". Now that's more like it I thought! I quickly slid out of my sleeping bag and presented my stiffy to Bobby. "Hey that's not fair, I just had to kiss Max. Why do I have to go again?" he protested. Max replied with a grin "That was my dare, not yours." I wasn't sure if he had ever done anything like this, but he leaned down and gave it a quick kiss (like Matt did to Max). "You know the rule -- 10 seconds" said Max. So he kissed it repeatedly while they counted. He didn't lick, didn't suck, just the kisses. It felt great to have someone's lips on my willie, but I was disappointed he didn't do more. When he was done Bobby said, "OK Chris, your turn. I dare you to lick Troy's dick." Everyone gasped. Dang, why couldn't Bobby have gotten that one?? Everyone was horny now and Chris didn't protest as he took Troy's big cock in his hand and starting at the base licked all up the underneath side. Then he licked the head and then the whole thing again. It might have been the hottest thing I had ever seen and everyone was stroking their hard little cocks as we all watched wide-eyed. The next dare went to me. Chris said "Brad, I dare you to suck Bobby's cock". "Oh yeah!" said Bobby. My heart was pounding. I had been wanting to do this since the first time I saw him, and especially after I saw his thick, little cock. I slowly crawled over to him. Bobby stood up and positioned his hard cock in front of my face. I gripped it. It was warm, and so soft but so hard at the same time. I had to point it down to get it in my mouth. It was thicker than Jason's that I had sucked a few months before and I had a harder time keeping my teeth from scraping him. I licked, sucked and slurped and loved every second of it. I felt Bobby's legs shake a bit as he moaned. 10 seconds was up, but I wasn't finished. I went down to those big balls, inhaling his sweaty boy musk and licked them, then went back to sucking his cock. After maybe 10 more seconds I noticed noises and looked over to see Max and Troy both stroking their cocks, while Chris and Matt had each other's cocks in their hands. I paused for a sec and said "OK, birthday boy, I dare you to suck Matt's" and then went back to working on Bobby's fat cock. Max was quickly on his knees and had Matt's cock in his hand. I watched from the corner of my eye as he first licked the head, then the shaft and then put the head in his mouth like I was doing. It was so hot watching him. Meanwhile Bobby was moaning and starting to thrust in my mouth. I reached around and grabbed his plump white butt cheeks and started working my tongue on his head. I felt his cock swell and throb and he squeaked out "oh god... feels so good.... don't stop Brad.... please don't stop" and then his orgasm hit. I wasn't sure if he could cum yet, but I don't think anything came out. I kept the head in my mouth while he rode the wave of his orgasm. All the action in the tent had stopped and all eyes were on us. Bobby pulled his still hard cock from my mouth and collapsed back on the floor of the tent. "Wow, that was amazing" he sighed. Max had gone back to work on Matt and Chris was crawling between Troy's legs and starting to lick his long pecker. I crawled next to Max and stroked his cock while he sucked Matt. When Bobby caught his breath, he said "Thanks buddy. Do you want me to do that to you now?" I didn't need to be asked twice. I laid on the floor and he crawled over and started licking my balls and shaft in long, wet, slurps. It felt incredible. There were soft moans coming from Troy who was enjoying Chris's mouth on his cock, and when I looked at Matt his face was red and he was breathing hard. I watched the muscles in his lean stomach tighten and relax as Max eagerly licked and sucked. "Max... I'm getting close..." he said "you might want to move... I think I'm gonna shoot..." "You can cum?" I asked "Yeah, a little... It started a month or so ago... oh god Max. oh god.... " Max pulled away and Matt grabbed his cock. Two strokes were all it took before he shot out a spurt of milky white cum. We all gawked. Troy and Chris had stopped to watch as the first shot of cum hit Max on his chin. The second landed on his belly. And the last blast went right on his cock. Matt was panting and flushed. Watching all of that was too much for Troy who also took his cock in his hand and jerked himself to orgasm. He was also able to make a little bit of cum, but it was more watery than Matt's and didn't shoot as far. Bobby looked up at me "Can you shoot too?" "I wish" I replied. He went back to work licking and sucking on my hard cock. This was turning into the best night of my life as I looked around the tent. Matt was stroking Max's cock, as Max rubbed Troy's cum on his fingers to get a closer look. Troy was about to take Chris's little cock in his mouth. I never imagined anything this hot and it brought me right to the edge. I started feeling tingly and told Bobby I was close. He kept at it and soon felt me throb and pulse as I fired blanks into his mouth. Chris and Max both had dry cums and we all laid on top of our sleeping bags enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss. One by one guys started getting back in their sleeping bags as the night air had gotten pretty cool. Max was laying next to me, smiling and said "this was definitely better than last year's birthday party at the skating rink".