Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 19:58:49 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: CASEY & CO.

Me and my buddies Larry, Johnny, and Eddie - my best friend since 1st grade
-- were all together in 7th grade.  We did all the normal 12 year-old stuff
that boys do together, but with the additional thrill of exploring our
budding sexuality.  As a group this only happened 2 times, but they were
fun and exciting encounters.  Both of these group experiences happened at
my house in my bedroom after school, before my family got home.

The first time featured our class bully Casey, who I had jerked off with
once before, about a week before this experience occurred.  I had told my
pals during recess one day before lunch about Casey jacking off at my house
after school.  Casey was both openly ridiculed and looked-up to, all
because he was older than the rest of us boys.  He was 14 years-old and had
been held back twice, I guess.  He had appeared in our classroom the
previous year and we younger kids started picking on him immediately for
being 13 in the 6th grade.  The more we taunted him the meaner and more
bullying he became.  That only added to our dislike of him and we teased
him all the more.  To his credit, I have to say that most of the fights
Casey got in trouble for were for him defending himself, but because he was
older and much bigger than we younger kids, he always got the blame.  He
was a little bit stupid and the fact that he spoke with an Okie accent only
made him seem more so to us California kids.  But even though we boys were
so cruel to him we still had an odd sort of respect for Casey because he
already had some hair over his upper lip and on his face, as well.  We all
had peach fuzz but Casey had actual hair on his face!  His voice was lots
deeper than ours and to us he seemed like a man.  And, to our 12 year-old
logic, that must mean that he knew lots of stuff about girls and sex.  We
also talked a lot among ourselves about how big his dick must be and
whether he had lots of hair down there or not.  So, when I dropped the
bombshell that Casey and I had jacked off together and I now knew all the
answers to our questions, I was bombarded with a million queries from all
my little horndog buddies.  I told them just enough to whet their appetites
for seeing for themselves, so the next day on the way to school I caught up
with Casey who was walking a little ways ahead of me.  We both lived in the
same neighborhood.  One-on-one I was much kinder to him than when I was in
a group, a contradiction that kids sort of automatically understand.  I
told him that my buddies had bet me that his dick wasn't as big as I had
told them it was.  So I asked him if he would show it to us during lunch
recess that day.  He just looked at me blankly and said sure.  It didn't
seem to faze him in the least that I had told my pals about him and me
jerking off together.  He was cool that way, probably because he was too
stupid to care who knew about it.

Before classes started that morning I hooked up with all my pals like I
always did and told them that Casey was going to show us his dick in the
restroom during lunch-time recess.  The guys all laughed and whooped it up,
eager to see if I had been lying about the size of Casey's weiner.  Our
excitement was building all that morning until the bell finally rang for
lunch.  We picked one of the boys' restrooms that was rarely used during
recesses because it was near the classrooms.  Most of the boys used the
bathroom closer to the playground.  We gathered in the echoing, tiled
restroom and shushed each other because we were all giggling and trying to
stifle our brash, braying 12 year-old laughs.  Casey seemed bored and
blank, as usual, and Johnny couldn't resist taunting Casey even then.  When
we first came in, two 4th grade boys were just finishing up peeing at the
urinals and we threatened to kick their butts if they didn't get out of
that restroom right away.  They hurriedly scampered away and after taking a
quick look outside the door to make sure the coast was clear, I gave the
signal and Casey undid his pants.  We all rushed around him and focused our
curious gazes at his crotch.  As he lowered his dingy briefs down past his
hips, Casey's fat cock flopped out and hung there like a sausage.  Those 5
soft inches looked like a boa constrictor compared to the smaller dicks of
my buddies.  At first the guys were speechless.  Casey swung his hips back
and forth a few times and almost smiled to himself.  As his dick swung, it
started to thicken and harden a little bit.  This sent the guys into fits
of barely contained roaring laughter and gasps of wonder.  Casey seemed
happy that we were all so impressed.  Maybe it was because we were all
being nice to him for a few seconds and he now knew he had something of
impressive value stuffed into his dirty, faded jeans.  Larry was envious of
Casey's big fuzzy nuts and pubes and said as much.  We all laughed at him,
but we all knew exactly what he was saying.  Johnny just let out a low
whistle when Casey ran his fingers through the small forest of hair
surrounding his cock.  I snickered and said that I had a boner now, and
then I asked them if they all wanted to "do it" - meaning jack off -- at my
house after school.  The guys all looked to Casey to see what he was going
to say first, all of us anxiously hoping that Casey would work his big dick
up to its full length for us later so we could all see what a "man's" boner
looked like.  He just grunted and nodded and then all the guys laughed and
said they wanted to do it, too.  We abandoned Casey and went to reform our
own little gang out on the playground, snickering and making bets on who
could cum the fastest and how much sperm we'd shoot.  I knew that my pals
were all as hard as I was right then because they all kept tugging at their
crotches trying to readjust their hard, 12 year-old dicks.

The rest of the school day seemed to crawl by.  Larry sat a row over and 2
seats behind my desk.  He kept exchanging glances with me and tugging at
his crotch when I'd look at him, his eyes shifting back and forth and his
head lowered, trying hard not to burst out with a raucous laugh during
class.  Johnny - who sat towards the back of the room - told us later that
he spent most of the afternoon rubbing his dick through his pants as he sat
at his desk trying to concentrate on lessons. Eddie, my best friend since
1st grade, was the most blas^Â of all of us.  He and I had been goofing
around sexually since 3rd grade, masturbating and rubbing together every
chance we got.  Maybe I should say, every chance I got.  Eddie was smaller
than me and not terribly interested in sex, but he let me climb on top of
him and rub against him 'til I orgasmed whenever we had some time alone
together.  Looking back now, fooling around with Eddie was like having a
dutiful wife who suffered silently and put up with her over-sexed mate's
constant need for sexual gratification.  Honestly, Eddie didn't really turn
me on at all, but he was a willing and convenient buddy for getting off
with and we got along really well.  For myself, all I could think of that
afternoon before school let out was how oddly exciting it would be to see
all my buddies' dicks get hard and to see how they jerked off.  I had
almost beat off with Larry once out on the playing field at school earlier
that year but he chickened out because he was afraid of getting caught, and
I had seen Johnny naked once when we were changing at the local public
swimming pool.  But that had been 2 years ago, and I was curious to see how
much he'd developed since then.  Today, I'd get to find out.

The dismissal bell finally rang after what seemed like an eternity and the
4 of us rushed out onto the front walk area of the school, waiting for
Casey to join us.  We were all fidgety and full of nervous energy, pushing
and shoving and laughing.  Casey appeared a few minutes after we had all
gathered, and our group of 5 beaming, excited boys began our hurried walk
to my house.  On the way home, Larry, Johnny and Eddie walked together a
little ahead of Casey and me.  I was glad, because it gave me another
opportunity for talking nasty with Casey, something he clearly liked to do;
I figured it'd get him hornier so he'd have a major woody to show us.  He
was pretty talkative as we walked and I recall telling him that he looked
good naked and that I bet the other guys would think so, too.  Again, he
just laughed and said quietly that we were all a bunch of fags.  I never
could tell if he was being insulting when he'd say this, because he always
said it with a laugh and never teased any of us about it at school.  I just
laughed with him, not really knowing what to say.  I didn't think of myself
as being queer back then, just horny and seriously into experimenting with
anyone I could entice.  I was just beginning to get interested in girls,
like the rest of us guys, and we spent much of our time talking about how
awesome it would be when we could start fucking pussy.  Like many kids our
age, we had filthy imaginations and even dirtier mouths when it came to sex
talk.  Casey's bragging about his sexual adventures seemed to have the ring
of truth about them, though.  He was 2 years older than us, after all, and
those 2 years meant a world of difference to us back then.  He knew lots
about pussies and how to fuck, and we soaked up all this new and exciting
information like sponges, eager for the day when we could try out some of
the things Casey told us he had done with girls.

The guys were still a bit ahead of us and Casey suddenly turned to me and
told me to look at his ass.  I didn't know what he meant until he sped up
and walked a couple of paces ahead of me, then sauntered along with his
hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn jeans, showing off his tight
bubble butt to good advantage.  He turned to face me as I caught up with
him and said that girls were always telling him he had a hot ass.  I
figured he was lying about that, because from what I had seen of how the
girls in our class reacted to Casey at school, none of them would ever have
told him anything even remotely complementary.  In fact, Casey did have a
great ass, firm and small, high and tight.  Maybe he was talking about the
girls from where he'd lived before he came to our town.  I never did bother
asking him where he was from, but his accent and attitudes made me think
that it was some hillbilly hick town in the south or the midwest.
  
When we neared my street we all broke into a sprint, running the final
block and clambering over each other up my front steps.  When I unlocked
the front door, we tumbled into the house and went directly into my
bedroom.  All the guys had been to my house individually before, so they
all knew where to go.  It was around 3:30 p.m. and I knew that gave us
plenty of time to goof off before I had to worry about my sister getting
home from high school or my parents home from work.

I grabbed some sodas from the 'fridge and took them into my room.  The guys
were all just standing there, uncomfortably silent and nervous, so I tossed
a soda to each of them.  Casey broke the tension by getting straight to
business.  He took his jacket off and then peeled off his sweatshirt and
t-shirt.  His bare chest looked masculine and developed well beyond our own
puny builds.  The masculine smell of his sweat wafted off him and filled my
room.  I exchanged glances with my 3 buddies as Casey casually unbuckled
his belt and opened his pants up.  This seemed to be the cue for the rest
of us to begin undressing, because as soon as Casey opened his pants, Larry
and Johnny both started taking their shirts off.  Eddie looked at me, bored
and not really into it, then sort of sighed and started getting out of his
clothes.  I couldn't decide what to look at first.  I didn't recognize it
as such back then, but I now know that I had a schoolboy crush on both
Larry and Johnny, so I was very interested in what I was seeing as they got
their shirts off and started fumbling with their pants.
  
Larry was one of the cutest Irish boys I had ever seen.  He was a little
taller than me, about 5'7", and probably weighed about 120 lbs.  He had a
headfull of brown curls, twinkling brown eyes with thick, long eyelashes, a
chipped front tooth and freckles across his nose and cheeks.  Larry was one
of the nicest guys I had ever known and he was easy to be around because he
was always calm and happy.
 
Johnny was short and sturdy-looking, with thick arms and legs.  His dark
brown hair was straight and combed back, but it was always falling forward
and sweeping across his forehead and eyes.  He was half-German and
half-Italian, with small dark eyes and full red lips.  His teeth were sort
of sharp and wolf-like and it made him look a little dangerous.  Johnny's
sense of humor was mean-spirited and he could be cruel when he was joking
around.  This only made me like him even more, because I had a similar
sense of humor.  We would try to out-do each other when it came to insults
and we were always cracking each other up.
  
Eddie was the runt of our group, a short kid who looked much younger than
his 12 years.  I had seen Eddie naked plenty of times and I knew that he
hadn't started going through puberty yet.  But Eddie was a good sport and
always game for whatever hijinx I came up with.  His hair was strawberry
blond and his eyes were big and blue.  He had a mouthful of braces on his
teeth and this made him look even younger.

As we all shucked off our shirts and shoes, the room started smelling like
sweat and sour sweat socks.  None of us had started using deodorant yet,
including Casey.  I had told Casey that his b.o. stank like a skunk the
first time we had jacked off together and he just laughed and told me he
was never going to hide his smell with a bunch of perfumes and deodorants
like some fag.  That had seemed really cool and masculine to me at the
time.  Now, here we all were, stinking up my room like real men!  I got my
pants off at the same time that Casey peeled his briefs over his already
fully hard cock.  The guys all ooooed and ahhhhed when they saw the size of
his erect dick and the big, swollen balls that hung beneath it.  I started
laughing at them in an "I-told-you-so" way, and Johnny started laughing,
too.  In a second, all of us were guffawing and snickering over the sight
Casey was proudly displaying for us.  The guys all climbed out of their
pants and we stood there, staring at each other in our underpants and
socks.  It felt sort of embarrassing and it was obvious nobody wanted to be
the first to take his briefs off.  I was ready to play, so I shucked down
my tighty whities and kicked them into a corner.  As soon as my hard dick
sprang free, it popped straight up and made us all laugh.  The 3 guys all
pushed their briefs off at the same time and I got a great view.  They were
all sort of lined up in front of me and I remember thinking it was like I
was in a great dream.

Larry got naked first.  Freckles were scattered all across his shoulders
and down a ways on his upper arms, 'til they faded out.  His nipples were
wide and pinkish brown.  He had a good growth of pubes going, not quite as
much as me, and he already had quite a bit of hair in his pits.  Hair was
cool, because it meant you were getting grown-up.  His slender dick was
halfway to hard, and it looked like it would not be as large as mine, about
6 inches at that time.  His balls were bigger, hanging low in a dark pink
sack.  He looked sexy as hell to me.
  
Johnny was shy at first about letting us all see him naked.  He turned 3/4
away from us as he stepped out of his briefs, and we all started laughing,
him included.  He finally turned around to face us and I knew I'd
definitely invite him over to spend the night soon.  Johnny was only a week
or so away from turning 13, but he was already developing nicely.  He had a
good build for being so young, and there was a nice thatch of black hair
all around his cock.  He was already completely hard and he had a good
5-1/2 inches, at least.  The most amazing thing was that his dick got wider
the closer you got to the head.  His cockhead was like a fat knob, shiny
and purple and already beading with precum.  His legs were pretty hairy
but, oddly, his pits were still only sparsely haired.  Johnny was a sexy
looking guy, no doubt about it.
  
Eddie was nothing much to look at.  His dick was just beginning to get a
few hairs and he was only like 3 or 4", hard.  He still had some baby fat
and it made him look sort of feminine.  Nobody said anything to him though
and we were all pretty much fixated on Casey, anyway.  He was now naked
except for his dirty socks, like the rest of us.  It's funny how guys,
especially young guys, seem to feel more comfortable with their socks on
during sexplay.

Casey was sitting on the edge of my bed.  Johnny and Larry were standing on
one side and at the foot of the bed.  Eddie and I were standing on the
other side of the bed, Casey's back to us.  It was like we were in position
to watch a show of some sort and Casey cooperated by leaning back against
the headboard, legs spread wide, knees hiked up on my bed.  We were all
hard by now and telling Casey what a big dick he had.  We pelted him with
questions about jerking off and sex.  Larry asked him how many times a day
he did it.  Casey shrugged and said "around five."  We all looked at each
other and giggled.  I was jerking off whenever I could, usually 3 to 4
times a day, and I guessed that Larry maybe and Johnny for sure were
probably doing it about as much.  Eddie I figured maybe once a day, if even
that.

Larry was getting overly excited and agitated by the whole experience.  His
fist was wrapped so tightly around his hard dick that his fist was turning
white and his cock scarlet.  His pumping was picking up speed and sweat had
begun to bead on his forehead and over his fuzzy upper lip. He kept puffing
his breath out in short, loud bursts, saying dirty stuff about wet pussies
and how good it must feel to fuck one.  He looked horny as hell and he was
making me get too close to spurting.  I wanted this all to last as long as
it could, and Larry was getting us both too close, too soon.  I told him to
ease up and take a break or he was going to make me nut.  That seemed to do
the trick for a few moments.  Larry laughed and relaxed his grip and sat
down in my desk chair, propping one leg up on the seat as he forced himself
to stop touching his cock.  It was funny to watch, because he kept
instinctively reaching for his rock hard dick, then pulling his hand away,
almost like it wasn't even connected to his arm.  I couldn't stop staring
at him, and our eyes locked several times.  Larry would then glance away,
his face flushing with embarrassment, laughing nervously.  I could see his
breathing start to relax and become a little bit slower.  His still had his
leg propped up and I could see a light dusting of hair between his legs
under his big balls.  His asshole was hidden by those low-hangers, and the
thought of actually getting a clear view of his butthole excited me in an
odd way.  I wanted to see as much as I could of every inch of my buddies'
bodies.

Johnny and Eddie were keeping up a nice, steady rhythm on their dicks,
their eyes glued to Casey who was now tugging on his balls as he jacked
off.  Eddie sat down on the side of the bed and Casey scooted over some,
almost like he didn't want some guy sitting too close to him naked.  We all
sort of snickered when he did that and Eddie smiled and blushed.  I walked
over to Eddie and reached down to grab at his hard, little woody.  He
batted my hand away and the guys all squealed with laughter because I had
just given them a visual clue as to how we could help each other get off
good.  But I decided to take things up a notch even further.

I told Eddie to lay down and then told the guys to watch. Eddie scooted
down and laid out flat, knowing what I was going to do.  I climbed on top
of him, propping myself up on my out-stretched arms so that just the bottom
half of our bodies were touching.  As soon as Eddie felt the wet heat of my
crotch make contact with his, he let out a moan and bucked his hips up into
my groin.  I guess Eddie liked having the guys watch us do this, because he
seemed to be more into it now than when he and I played around like this by
ourselves.  The 3 other guys just stared and quietly snickered a few times
as they watched me fuck Eddie's groin and then they got real quiet.  My
hard 6 inches were sliding against Eddie's 4 inches and I started grinding
into him.  I could hear the guys all breathing hard and I told them that
this was a great way to make jerking off feel even more intense and they
laughed some more but still didn't say anything.  When I got off Eddie and
stood back up, I saw that all their eyes were glittering with a crazed sex
lust, like healthy, horny boys.  We were all breathing pretty heavily by
now.  Casey mumbled something about fags again and spread his legs even
wider. He stopped jerking off and crossed his arms behind his head, leaning
back against the headboard.  His big dick kept twitching and throbbing and
Johnny told Casey that he had the biggest dick he had ever seen.  Casey
just smiled that crooked half-smile of his.  All of a sudden Johnny asked
him if he could touch his cock and Casey said "I guess so."  We all ewwwed
and giggled as Johnny stepped over to Casey and reached down to wrap his
hand around Casey's thick cock.  Johnny was laughing too, pretending that
he was working up the nerve to touch another guy's dick, but we all knew he
really wanted to feel it, just like we all did at that moment.  Johnny's
eyes never left Casey's prick as his fingers wrapped around the thick shaft
and started sliding up and down it.  Casey was watching Johnny's hand, his
arms still crossed behind his head, proudly showing us the thick, smelly
thatches of hair in his pits.  Johnny jacked his dick for about 10 seconds
and then released it back into Casey's custody.  When he was through, we
all asked him what it felt like and Johnny said it was hot and soft and
hard, all at the same time.  Casey looked at us all for a few seconds and
then said, "Now, suck it."  All us guys pretended to gag and puke and told
him he was a fag if he thought we would ever do anything like that.  It
didn't faze Casey in the least, who just shrugged in disbelief that we were
all turning down his invitation to take his hard prick in our mouths.  So
he started jerking off instead.  It took a little while for the guys to
settle down after this tension-and-hormone-packed moment, but I knew that
at least a couple of us were intrigued by Casey's offer.  But we were too
young and too embarrassed to make the first move, so nothing happened.

I had to take a piss so I announced it and went into the bathroom.  I
barked back at them not to shoot yet because we should all try to cum at
the same time.  That had been our plan, but actually I just didn't want to
miss any of my pal's pumping out their loads.  I had a hard time trying to
piss because my dick was so hard.  After a minute or two I got it to go
half-soft and was just getting ready to start pissing when Larry appeared
in the doorway.  I looked at him, hands on my hips and aiming my dick at
the toilet, and Larry just giggled and said to hurry up cuz he had to take
a major leak, too.  I have always been a little bit pee-shy, so I told him
to quit watching me.  Instead he walked right up to me and tried to push me
out of the way so he could piss.  I pushed back and we both dissolved into
laughter again.  Finally, we both just stood there, side-by-side, and
pissed together into the bowl.  In a moment of wordless brotherly bonding,
Larry casually draped his arm around my shoulders and I did the same to
him.  We even turned peeing into a game, crossing our piss-streams and
trying to splash each other with it.  Larry pushed me a little too hard in
one instance, and my piss splashed against his leg.  I laughed at him and
he tried to piss on me, too, but he missed and it hit the floor instead.
When we were done pissing, I reached over and shook his dick off for him,
and he did the same to me, both of us breathless and giggling excitedly.
Dirty-minded boys know no limits to what they'll let a good buddy do, and
Larry and I were great pals.  We didn't bother flushing the toilet, and as
we walked back down the hallway towards my room I let Larry walk a step or
two ahead of me so I could see his ass from behind.  His butt was smooth
and creamy white, rounded like two little hams.  I remember thinking that
he had a sexy butt.

When we got back into my room, Casey was on his stomach, fucking one of my
pillows like a madman.  His fuzzy ass kept spreading open a little bit when
he backstroked, and I got a good view of his tight, brown shithole
surrounded by dark, wiry hair.  Johnny was standing so close to the bed
watching Casey's ass buck up and down that I thought he was going to bust
his nut all over Casey's back.  He turned to look at Larry and me when we
entered, blushing and taking a few steps backwards away from the bed.  Me
and Larry just laughed knowingly at Johnny, who grinned back at us
sheepishly.

Eddie was seated in my desk chair, slowly turning himself around in
circles.  His dick wasn't hard anymore, and I asked him what was wrong.  He
told me that he had already "cum" while Larry and I were in the bathroom
and that he was just watching now.  I knew that Eddie couldn't shoot sperm
yet and when he said "cum" he meant "getting the feeling," which was what
we had all called orgasms before we could produce sperm.  I asked him how
it was and he said it had felt really good.  He flashed his mouthful of
braces at me as he smiled in contentment.  I punched him in the arm, giving
him that timeless "job well done" gesture that boys all over the world know
so well.

Larry and I were both completely hard again in seconds.  We joined Johnny
and circled Casey around my bed again, and I asked Casey if it felt good
humping my pillow.  He groaned out "fuck yeah" as he flipped himself over
onto his back again, clutching my pillow against his groin as he brought
his hairy legs up and clasped his ankles together.  He started pumping
furiously into the pillow, hugging it to himself like it was a person.  I
told him he better not jizz in my pillow and the guys all ewwwwed and
laughed again. Secretly, I was wouldn't have minded all that much if he did
cum on it, because then I could smell his sperm when I went to bed later
that evening as a memento of this wild and exciting afternoon adventure
with my best friends in the world.  He just looked at me with sex-glazed,
hooded eyes, obviously swept away by the sensations his hard meat was
giving him.  All of a sudden, he seemed to have an earth-shaking orgasm and
we all stopped our jacking and stood there staring at him in slack-jawed
wonder.  When it dawned on me that the pillow was over his dick, my
hopes/fears seemed to have been realized.  I pulled the pillow out of his
grasp, turned it over and looked for the cum, thinking I was going to find
a slimy, sticky mess all over it.  As I did, Casey started laughing and
said that he was just kidding, that he didn't really cum yet.  The guys
brayed their familiar taunting laugh and we all went back to jacking.
Casey was still the obvious central attraction, and we surrounded him as
though he was a god on his litter and we were his faithful priests.  His
cock was now as swollen and red with that magnificent purple helmet as I
had ever seen it.  All the guys could talk about was how huge and hairy his
prick was.  I managed to get them to forget Casey for a few minutes and
concentrate on their own dicks by saying that I loved my cock and nuts and
how eager I was to feel some hot chick lick my balls while I jacked off in
her face.  Dirty talk always got my buddies amped and horny and it did the
trick again.  Larry was getting close; I could tell by the flushed flesh on
his face and upper chest.  He was turning scarlet again and I knew he
wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.  I told him he looked like he
was going to have a heart attack, and that made him laugh and relax a bit.
Johnny was standing next to me and his breathing had started getting raspy
when I mentioned getting my balls licked.  He picked up his pace and said
he thought he was going to shoot in a minute.  I motioned for Eddie to join
our circle and he scrambled out of the chair and stood next to Johnny.
Casey was still leaning against my headboard, legs spread and knees bent.
I looked around our little circle of friends and started really going crazy
on my body, rubbing my hands all over myself and even squeezing my nipples
and brushing my butthole with my fingers every once in a while.  Larry
couldn't take his eyes off what I was doing and he started huffing and
hissing in his breath as he pounded away at his rock hard 12 year-old dick.
I had made sure that I was in the best possible position in our circle: it
was Eddie, then Johnny, then myself, and then Larry.  I reached out and
took a hold of Johnny's hard dick and stroked it for him.  He bent his
knees some from the ecstasy I was giving him and just let his arms hang
limply at his side.  When it was clear that Johnny wasn't going to resist
my touch I reached over to Larry and grabbed his slender, 5 1/2" cock in my
other hand.  He shivered and whimpered when my hot hand made contact with
his slimy dick.  Eddie got a look of surprise on his cute face that he
shared with me when Johnny reached over and fondled Eddie's nuts.  When
Larry saw that happen it was almost as if he couldn't help himself.  He
stretched out a shaking hand and grabbed hold of my cock, awkwardly pumping
my shaft sideways.  It didn't feel all that great but the fact that it was
Larry doing it almost made me cum.  Johnny had turned to look at Larry jack
me off and then reached out his hand and batted Larry's away so he could
take a turn on my dick.  Since Johnny was standing closer to me, his
stroking was better angled and it felt awesome.  I stood up on my tip-toes,
fighting the roiling urge to spew my sperm all over his hand.  I fought the
urge and started taking quick, deep breaths.  The cum in my nuts felt like
someone had turned the heat down to a low simmer instead of a rapid boil
and I knew that I had a few minutes left before blast off.  Casey said he
was just about there and we all let go of each other's dicks so we could
crowd in even closer to watch the show.
 
None of us could figure out what he was doing when he scooted down flat
onto the bed, then threw his hairy legs up in the air and brought them
behind himself so that his sweaty socks were planted firmly against the
wall behind the bed.  This position of his was something none of us had
seen or tried before and we were wondering what it meant.  His ass was now
in prime viewing position, but we weren't there to look at his ass.
Suddenly, Casey grunted out, "Rub my asshole!"  We all sort of gasped and
recoiled, not sure why he wanted someone to touch his butthole.  Johnny
started to call Casey all sorts of filthy names but it wasn't mean, it was
sexy.  He didn't mean it to be sexy, I don't think, but the more nasty
stuff he said, the more turned-on it was making all of us, Johnny included.
It was almost like he couldn't stop or help himself.  No one was making a
move to cooperate with Casey and so he yelled it mean and nasty this time.

"Rub my fucking asshole, you fags!  It makes me cum harder!"  That was all
I needed to hear, and as no one was moving I decided to be the good sport
and help Casey out.  I reached over to his ass and stroked the fuzzy butt
cheeks a few times.  The guys ewwwwwed one more time and then snickered and
giggled as I brushed Casey's asshole with my finger tips.  Casey was
starting to make that squealing sound he made before he shot, just like
last time.  The feel of my fingers on his hole was making him wild and I
liked it.  So I put more pressure into my touch and really started rubbing
his asshole good and hard.  My hand was all over his ass now, stroking up
and down the whole sweaty, hairy crack and lingering long at the tight
little brown pucker.  We could all sort of smell Casey's ass now, a smell
like nothing we had smelled before - sweaty and a little shitty and
incredibly masculine.  It was gross and sexy all at the same time, at least
to me.  I was almost ready to spurt and touching Casey's asshole was
pushing me over the edge.  He kept saying, "faster!" and "harder!" and I
obliged.  Finally I gave it to him like I thought he wanted and slipped a
finger deep into his asshole.  He roared out a mighty groan of sheer
pleasure and started saying that he was about to shoot.  I plunged my
finger deeper into his hole and then pumped it in and out a couple of times
before Casey quickly lowered his legs back down onto the bed.  As he did, I
withdrew my finger from his butthole and saw that my finger looked wet and
shiny from his ass juices.  I held my finger up to look at it with a crazy
grin spreading across my face, eyes blazing with horniness.  Larry couldn't
take it anymore and suddenly he almost screamed as he started shooting.  We
all stared at him as he unleashed his dick from his fist and the thing
started pouring out sperm.  At first it was just a few drops, but his groin
muscles contracted and his cock throbbed up and down and then a nice jet of
sperm shot out and splashed onto the bed. Larry had his hands pressed hard
into his lower back and was arching forward, his stiff dick pumping out cum
like a little fountain.  Larry looked so hot when he came - the muscles in
his neck were like thick cords and sweat was dripping from his brow and
streaming from his pits, trickling down his sides and over his scrawny
ribs.  He grabbed his cock and pumped it a few times, coaxing a few more
little spurts from his nuts.  We were all panting and swearing, laughing at
how good Larry had done.  Casey cried out, "Fuck!" and started to blow.  He
raised his head and shoulders up off the bed to look at his cock while he
arched his hips up and aimed his dick right at his upper chest.  All of a
sudden in looked like it was raining over Casey.  Sperm was flying all over
as he mercilessly thrashed his cock, sending a couple of good-sized ropes
crashing onto his face.  A big glob of cum hung from the tip of his nose
and then dropped off onto his chin where it hung like pearly paste.  There
was sperm all over his upper body, and as his orgasm tapered off he flicked
his tongue over his lower lip, trying to get the glob that hung from his
chin.  We all made gross-out noises again when we saw how much cum he had
shot and how eager he was to suck it up into his mouth.  We had never seen
anything this hot and nasty before.  Eddie was making pretend gagging
sounds and Larry was still recovering from his intense orgasm.  Johnny and
I both were laughing snidely at what Casey was doing and mocked him for
having so much sperm on him.  But when I looked at Johnny and he looked at
me, our eyes gave us away.  While we were sincere in our mockery of Casey,
we clearly were both wildly excited and entranced with the spectacle that
Casey had just shown us.  I knew that we would both be trying to cum in our
own faces from now on.  Casey sat up on my bed when he was through
shooting, his chest and face shiny and slick with his impressive 14
year-old load.  He grabbed the t-shirt on the bed and started to mop up the
sperm from his chest, then wiped his asshole with it and finally his face
and hands.  When he brought that nasty t-shirt up to his face and started
wiping off his load, I felt the cum course up my shaft and blast out of my
cock.  Johnny gasped when he saw the first burst go flying and let out a
growling roar.  He turned halfway towards me and his first cum-jet splashed
hot and hard against my thigh.  I looked down at his pulsing cock as I
continued shooting and automatically reached out to cup and squeeze his
nuts as he kept shooting.  He almost fell against me from the sensation,
and then leaned heavily against me as he finished emptying his nuts all
over my stomach and arm.  My load was flying wild, spraying both Johnny and
the foot of my bed.  When we were both done cumming, Johnny collapsed
theatrically against me and we both toppled over onto the floor, legs and
arms entwined, wet and smelly with the reek of fresh cum.  We were all
laughing and hooting like we had just won the World Series, congratulating
each other and slapping each other on the back, eyes gleaming and smiling
hugely.
 
Like most boys, when the fun was over we immediately began getting ready
for the next activity facing us.  We dressed quickly, haphazardly rubbing
the sprem off our sweaty young bodies, missing many wet spots and figuring
it'd be OK to just let it soak into our underwear.  My room smelled like
dirty, sweaty boys and that unmistakable smell of young cum, bleachy and
ripe.

Casey was the first to leave.  He laughed good-naturedly when we all told
him he had an awesome dick and that he came more than we thought he would.
After he left, the guys joked and teased each other about how much fun we
had just had and how exciting it was to see a big kid jerk off.  Larry and
Eddie left together and Johnny and I shot the shit for a few minutes before
he took off sprinting down the street towards his own neighborhood.

Before he left I asked him if he wanted to sleep over the following
week-end and he laughed and said "you bet!"  I was pleased with how good
our little experiment had turned out.  I knew that none of us would tell on
the others and that our secret fun would remain secret.  What less would
anyone expect from buddies who had all taken the blood brothers oath
together?  We were now bonded to each other in more ways than one and it
felt great!