Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2020 05:56:48 +0000 (UTC) From: "bcslut1992@yahoo.com" Subject: The Cul-de-Sac Club, part 3 This is the third part of a continuing tale of young friends in a suburban Philadelphia cul-de-sac in the 1970's. 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, Cocky, exotic colored, black hair, green eyes, athletic and constantly horny, into sucking and rimming Jimmy, 13: cute, blond, blue eyes, 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 3 I picked up the cards, and as I dealt I casually mentioned that, while we hadn't done it the day before, we "sometimes" allowed the winner to take a loser into the "other room" -- I indicated my bedroom -- and do things with them. "You know, fun things," I added. "Maybe we could do that today?" I said, looking at Brett and Todd first and then at the others, nodding. "That would be fun," Jimmy said. "Yes," Chris D. said, and Billy smiled nodded, looking at the twins. Brett and Todd looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders as one -- as twins they often seemed to move and act in synchronistic ways -- and Brett said. "Sure," and Todd nodded. OK, then. I knew from past experience that Jimmy would often play to lose so he could get taken in the other room -- he liked to be told what to do, as a bottom boy would -- and Chris D. just wasn't a very good card player (much better cocksucker and ass eater). Brett had shown some card skills, as had Todd. Billy was very good at it, and I was decent. So the first hand goes on, and first naked is Chris D., his exotic-tinged hairless body rippling in the sunlight that danced through the window, his cock, lean and long with a plump head, stiff and ready. Then, a hand or two later, Todd lost his underpants, his 6 inches limp in its brown nest at first but slowly stiffening as he looked around at everybody looking at him and Billy saying, simply, "nice". The next hand I raised Jimmy to where he'd be naked if he lost and after my three jacks beat his pair of 7's he was naked, and gloriously so, the perfect blond boy next door, so smooth, almost radiant in the sun, his smallish cock gloriously erect and set for action. He stroked himself as he looked at Chris D., smiling. Billy, Brett and I traded wins without getting naked, but then I lost three in a row and was left nude, my crotch aching as my heavy, fat-head cock was hard as a rock, and it was cool to see the twins looking at me intently; I'd earlier watched Brett boring a hole through Jimmy, he was staring at him so intently. So on the next hand Billy, with three kings (he tipped his hand to me) raised Brett to the roof and won, and the other twin had to strip, his bright, sharp face with the wicked eyes flashing, a bit of a blush, as he pulled his jockey shorts down to show off the biggest dick of any of us, thick and long, in its black pubes, amid his candy-pink, ivory-smooth thighs. I noticed his bright-pink nipples were hard. He was gorgeous, a hunk in training; while his twin was cute, Brett was hot. Billy, who had one sock, his underpants and an undershirt still on, smiled. I said, "Looks like your choice," and Billy didn't hesitate. "Come on, Todd," he said, surprising me, as I thought he'd take Brett. Todd looked at me (I nodded), then at his twin, who smiled at him. Todd got up and walked into my bedroom, so we could see his round, pert butt, and Billy winked at me and followed. The rest of us got dressed again, slowly, which was hard to do with stiff cocks and roving eyes, but, we managed. Then I said. "Let's listen," and we crept up to the closed door. The sounds was muffled, but we heard the sounds of a hand stroking a dick and a boy -- Todd -- moaning. "Feel good, Todd?" we heard Billy say. "Yes, oh yes," Todd said, and for a while all we heard was Todd's moans and the sounds of a hand-job. Then, `my turn," and it was Billy who was grunting as Todd stroked him, slowly and hesitantly at first because we heard Billy correcting him on how to do it. "Like this," Billy said, and then a sigh of satisfaction. Todd was learning.