Date: Fri, 3 Jul 2020 05:53:00 +0000 (UTC) From: "bcslut1992@yahoo.com" Subject: The Cul-de-Sac Club Part 2 This is the second part of a continuing tale of young friends in a suburban Philadelphia cul-de-sac in the 1970's. Enjoy the first part for maximum fun here, if you like. I welcome comments and questions at bcslut1992@yahoo.com. Cast of characters: Me (Rob): 16, Brown/blond hair, blue/green eyes, a solid catcher's build, strong, hairy. Fat cock, not that long Brett and Todd: 13, twins. Brett: white, cute, smooth, brown hair/blue eyes, sharp, defined face. Big dick, Todd: white, cute, smooth; brown/brown, rounded face, very boyish look, a bowl-like haircut, deep-set eyes and a soft mouth. Chad, 13: wild curly, blond hair, green eyes, skinny as can be, good sized cock Chris D., 12: Vietnamese boy, short, compact, cocky, exotic colored, black hair, green eyes, athletic and constantly horny, into sucking and rimming Jimmy, 13: cute, blond, blue eyes, perfect build, preppy, horny, bottom Bill A., 15: half-American Indian and seductively dark, loved to get sucked, big-headed cock, and shot huge loads. Billy, 15: my best friend and all-out sex pig: he, black hair, brown eyes, skinny but toned, tight, taut, totally smooth, perfect sculptor's body, kinky, he and I did everything and then some Part 2 After baseball, which was a daily event with our group, I suggested going back to my house, where I knew my mother had left ice-cold drinks and some homemade snacks, as she often did on those summer days. And that wonderful deck of cards as well. Brett and Todd were in favor -- we'd discovered that if you mentioned food, the twins were excited, because their boozing mother wasn't the best cook, if she cooked at all. Chris D. was in too, but Chad's mother called him home for a shopping trip. But Jimmy, who was hotter and hornier than Chad, said yes, and to my surprise Billy did as well. This was setting up well; Jimmy would be eager to play strip poker and more, and if Billy was coming over at all, he was up for it too (I'd told him about the day before's fun). Jimmy was cute and cock-hungry and not especially shy; Billy wasn't shy at all. He was my best friend and we'd fuck most days for as long as we could, and when he mixed it up with others he was all-in. The last time he had, he'd fucked Jimmy into next week, not much caring if all of us heard, or watched. It didn't take long for the cookies and Cokes to disappear, and then a certain restlessness crept in. Chad was usually our let's-get-started with strip poker type, and without him, there seemed a pause. I didn't want to push things too hard, trying to follow the script I had laid out in my mind, which was for patience leading to big things rather than a rush -- I knew what I wanted to have. The twins. With or without help, didn't matter, I wanted them, in every hole, in every way. Finally, it was the brash and constantly sex-driven Chris D., who was afraid of nothing (except fucking) and always ready, who suggested strip poker. The twins seemed slightly surprised, and looked at Billy and Jimmy, who hadn't been there the day before when we`d played, wondering if they were into it. "Yes!" said Jimmy brightly, and Billy nodded, "Sure," looking at me with a wry. knowing smile. We had played lots of strip poker and had our own house rules; one of which was that the "winner" (best hand) could take any of the losers, or sometimes two of them, into another room - usually my bedroom, which was just off the playroom -- and do things with them. The bedroom also contained the Vaseline, duct tape, carrots, paper towels and other such things that were used by BIlly and I when we played, but could be deployed on others, like when I'd taped Chris D's hands behind his back and sat on his face, grinding down as his tongue pushed up my ass and his dick slowly hardened to granite-like intensity. We hadn't used the "other room" the day before; maybe, I thought, we would today. My crotch ached with desire. I knew that even if today wasn't the day to get the twins, Billy and I, or Chris D. and I, would get our rocks off -- Billy had that hungry look on his face, and Chris D. needed no prompting -- but, the thought of the twins was overpowering, especially given what we'd seen the day before. Jimmy made for the wild card. We didn't see him all that much, as he went to Catholic school and moved in different circles, but, this being summer, he was around more. The first time I'd done it with him, a few months ago, Chad and I and Jimmy had stripped in my bathroom and Jimmy blew us, moving between us with a hungry mouth, using both hands on our butts to pull us in deeper down his throat. Chad had come that way; after Chad came Jimmy wiggled his little butt at me and asked me to "stick it up there". So I did; Jimmy came, panting, as I buggered him and I came deep up inside him. Since then, we'd enjoyed occasional fun. I always wanted more of Jimmy, because he was classically cute, the blond boy-next-door, with bright blue eyes, a skinny body with a touch of baby fat, maybe 5-8, 125 or so (if you've seen the twink porn star Dillon Samuels, that's pretty close); with deeply golden-pink skin, the color of a Nilla wafer, and about as edible. He always tasted good, and I loved to caress Jimmy's body as I fucked him, ate his ass, or was on the receiving end of one of his impressive blow jobs. Jimmy made the best sex noises, grunting like a rutting hog, moaning like a ghost, squealing like a piglet on parade. He was open to playing in groups, if not as dedicated to it as Chad or Chris D. Jimmy seemed ready to go today, for sure. A good sign. The thought of Jimmy and I with Brett, or Todd, was enough to make my head spin, but first things first -- there were some poker hands to win. So ...