I lay on my side with my eyes wide open. I can't stop thinking about the party that Dustin is apparently throwing tonight for me. Or rather, for my dick. I'd be a fool to miss out on that, huh? The problem is, I'm not sure if I'm in the mood. I consider actually falling asleep, but that wouldn't change much. The party will still happen, whether I like it or not. And what exactly is that party? Will they paint my dick in festive colors and give it a funny hat? I imagine Dustin blowing my dick like a party horn, and the thought makes me chuckle. Also, he said something about a secret special guest. Who's it gonna be? One of the other tweens he befriended? Someone I know? I have to find out.
About twenty minutes pass, and I roll onto my back. I doubt that sleeping on my side or my belly would stop Dustin. I should do it sometime and see how he handles the situation. I bet he's learned to overcome all sorts of obstacles.
The familiar waiting game begins. I have a lot to think about, so it's not bad. For some reason, I feel my dick has shrunk as if put in cold ass water. I wonder what would be their reaction if I didn't manage to get hard tonight?
About an hour later, I tense up when I feel noises outside the tent. Dustin hears them too. He gets out of the sleeping bag and slaps me on the cheek a few times. "Jacob? Jacob?" One day I'll get him for it.
When I don't react, he opens the tent, and two mysterious figures enter. I can only see their outlines, but I quickly make out their identities when they speak.
"Is he asleep?" Jon asks.
"Yeah, like a log," Dustin says proudly.
"Yo, you guys are sick," the second voice says, and I quickly realize it belongs to Cole. Shit. Not what I expected. "Do you realize he will kill us all if he wakes up?"
"We do," Dustin explains, "but he won't wake up even if we throw him into the lake."
"No way. You haven't tried that."
"No, but I did worse."
"Like what?"
"Like none of your business, dude. Just trust me. You can always go back to your tent if you're afraid."
"I'm not afraid," Cole says. "So anyway, what do you want to do?"
"Told ya," Dustin says matter-of-factly. "Normal stuff. Fool around, make my bro cum, and such."
"That's normal stuff to you, huh? You white boys are sick."
"So, why are you still here?" There are a few seconds of silence, and Dustin adds, "I thought so. Now, Jon has some experience. You just follow our lead. And anyway, I came up with a little game for today," he says with a hint of pride. Shit, he's in his element.
"What game?" Jon and Cole ask at the same time.
"It's my improved version of spin the bottle. It's way more fun and doesn't even need a bottle."
"What's the point of spin the bottle if you don't use a bottle?" Cole asks. He's an inquisitive one, for sure.
Dustin sighs. "Just let me explain. "I prepared some cards. Here. These four cards have our names on them.
"And this other pile?" Jon asks.
"These are different stuff we're gonna do to each other. Before we start, we all have to agree to do each type of stuff."
"And what if we don't?"
"Then we're going to remove that card from the game. We're gonna only keep the cards with things we all agree to do. And when we do, there's no turning back."
"I don't get it," Jon says.
"Because I haven't started explaining yet. Here, let me give you an example. Each round, we draw three cards. Let's say it's Cole's turn, and he draws dick, Dustin, and mouth. That means Cole puts his dick in my mouth, and I have to suck him.
The other boys reply with absolute silence. My reaction is obviously similar, but my dick goes hard as fuck. There goes my shrinkage.
"There are two separate piles for body parts," Dustin continues explaining, "so it's possible to draw the same thing twice. So, for example, Jon can draw mouth, Cole, mouth. Or dick, Jacob, dick."
Okay, so Dustin dispelled any doubts about my participation. I'm very much in.
"Dude, this could get wild..." Cole whispers suddenly.
"It can," Dustin says. "Now, let's vote. We need a majority for a thing to pass. That means two votes."
"How does Jacob vote?" Jon asks.
"He can't vote, dummy. He's asleep. Let's assume that Jacob agrees to everything we agree."
I can't complain about this reasoning. But damn, this will get wild. There's no other way! My eyes are now used to the dark, and I discreetly watch the three boys kneel in a circle and discuss the game rules.
"Okay, let's vote. Just to be clear - if something passes, we all have to do it, even if one of us votes against it. If something doesn't pass, we reject it completely from the game. Do you follow?"
Cole and Jon nod.
"Okay," Dustin says and takes what I assume is the body parts card pile. By the sound of it, he made the cards out of notebook pages. "First, we have to agree to be naked. Otherwise, it won't make sense. Who's in favor?"
Three hands go up in the air.
"Good, that was easy," Dustin continues. "Now, vote for hand stuff."
Three hands in the air.
"Mouth stuff."
Two hands in the air.
"Cole?" Dustin asks.
"I don't wanna do mouth stuff. That's gay."
"Call it what you want. You're outnumbered. So either agree to mouth stuff or leave."
"These rules are stupid," Cole says but stays.
"I knew you'd come around," Dustin giggles. "Now, foot stuff."
"What does it mean, foot stuff?" Cole asks.
"Just what you think it means. Did you guys shower like I told you?"
Two nods.
"Then just vote yes, and let's get on with it."
Dustin's reasoning convinces the other boys, who put their hands up.
"Okay, now, dick stuff!"
Unsurprisingly, all three hands go in the air. That's what they want, anyway. Give their dicks good feelings.
"Nice! Now, finally, butt stuff!"
Only one hand goes up in the air this time.
"Guys?" Dustin pleads. "Come on, it will be fun."
"No way," Cole argues. "That stuff is extremely gay and dirty. Not doing butt stuff."
"That's why I told you guys to clean yourselves up thoroughly. I made sure Jacob did too."
"You are crazy, dude. Not doing butt stuff, no matter what. Imagine I have to do mouth stuff to someone's butt. Oh no, never!"
"Jon?" Dustin looks at his best friend, hopefully.
"I'm not going that far, man. It's too gross."
"Fine. You are such prudes."
I'm relieved, to be honest. I'm ready to try new stuff with this bunch of underage rapists, but butt stuff would probably be too much. I'm not prepared for my cherry to be popped just yet.
"Okay," Dustin says. "We have hands, mouths, feet, and dicks. Butts go bye-bye." He sounds genuinely disappointed as he places the card away. "Okay, Cole is new here, so he can start."
"Who said I wanted to start?"
"I did. Now come on, I can't wait to play. And oh, let's get naked." The three boys take a minute removing their underwear and tossing it aside. Then Dustin leans over me. "And let's not forget about our sleeping beauty." He unzips my sleeping bag with a smooth move, and soon my boner points high in the sky.
"Your brother has a nice dick for a white boy," Cole notices.
"It's the best," Dustin says with awe, giving it a few strokes.
"Anyway, what's the deal with you guys looking so different from each other?"
"Uh..." Dustin starts, and I grit my teeth. I knew I should have told him earlier! Then he continues, "Guys, don't tell anyone. And I mean it - anyone. I think Jacob is adopted."
"What?!" Jon and Cole ask at the same time.
"Yeah. I think he's been trying to tell me today, but he didn't find the courage."
"Dude," Jon says. "Are you sure he knows?"
"Yeah, I think so. He's super dumb sometimes but not that dumb," Dustin says and sits on my lap. I have to stop myself from strangling him. And I'm so confused. That little runt thinks that it's me who's adopted. Priceless!
"Just look. Even our dicks are different," Dustin says and holds our boners together. "And it's not just about the size or being cut or not. It has a different shape, texture, and everything."
The other boys look down, and Cole says, "Yo, dude, you're right."
"I wish I'll be as big as him when I'm older."
"Mine is even bigger," Cole gets up on his knees, and I see the outline of something long and hard bouncing between his legs.
"Shit, dude," Jon hisses with awe.
"You should be thankful that we're not playing with butts, snowflakes," he says with pride, and he's fucking right. If Cole somehow stuck his baseball bat in their assholes, their screams would wake everyone miles away. Shit, I would probably be screaming too.
"Okay, let's play. Cole, your turn," Dustin instructs.
"Okay. Let's see," Cole says as he draws a random card from each pile. "I do dick stuff to... Jon's... dick! How is that even supposed to work?"
"That's up to you," Dustin shrugs.
"Okay, on your knees, ginger boy," Cole commands and turns to Jon, his big peen pointing at the smaller boy threateningly.
"Don't call me ginger boy!"
"But you are a ginger boy."
"Want me to call you black boy?"
"You can't. That would be racist."
"Ugh, fuck off," Jon sighs and gets on his knees, facing Cole. "Sword fight!"
"More like a lance versus a knife," Dustin comments. "Jon, no offense, but the size difference is crazy.
"So what? I haven't started puberty yet." Jon at least seems unconcerned with his little cocklet.
"We should all compare next year."
"Good idea."
"Anyway," Cole says as they keep swordfighting in the uneven battle. "How long are we supposed to be doing it for?"
"Oh, I forgot to say. One minute," Dustin declares.
"I think it's about now, right?"
"Yeah."
The boys return to their positions. "Who's next?" Jon asks.
"We go clockwise, so it's your turn now."
"Okay. So I do... hand stuff... to Dustin's... dick!"
"Nice!" Dustin grins and spreads his legs for Jon. "Give it your best. I'm really horny today."
I watch as Jon crawls over to Dustin and grabs his dick without hesitating. If I didn't know better, I'd think they had forgotten about me.
"Oh yes," Dustin moans. "Jerk it, bitch."
"What's your problem? I am jerking it!" Jon complains.
"Relax, I'm just talking dirty. It makes it feel better."
"You're weird. But your dick is nice to hold."
"Thanks, friend."
"Both of you are crazy," Cole sums up.
The remaining time passes in relative silence, if not for Jon's fist slapping against Dustin's pubic area.
"Okay, now it's Jacob's turn," Dustin says, and my heart beats faster. Here we go, baby. "I'll draw for him. Let's see. Jacob's... mouth goes to... Jon's... foot!"
I curse in my thoughts. Fantastic. Out of all the possibilities, I get probably the worst one. My dick is twitching and longing for attention, but it's not gonna get any for a while.
"Gross!" Cole giggles.
"Good thing he's asleep," Jon says as he stands up right over my face. "He wouldn't like that one."
"Yeah, he would hate it," Dustin says. "That's why he can never know about any of it."
"Dustin, hold me. I don't wanna fall standing on my leg for one minute."
"Good call."
Sooner than I'd like to, I feel soft skin on my mouth, and Jon's toe presses gently, trying to part my lips. I make it an easy job for him. The sooner it ends, the better. It doesn't taste as bad as I thought. Thank god we're all clean and showered.
"Feels so weird," Jon chuckles as more of his toes go into my mouth. He wiggles them a little, and I must admit that the feeling is strangely sexual. My dick twitches and releases a string of precum in response.
"Looks like Jacob likes it after all," Cole says. "Can't believe it doesn't wake him up."
"Told you. We could throw him out of a plane, and he would still sleep like a baby."
After a minute, Jon finally removes his toes from my mouth. "Eww, slippery," he says.
"My turn now," Dustin says as they sit back. "So now... I do... mouth stuff... to Jon's... mouth!"
"Why do I keep getting drawn every time?" Jon asks.
"You're lucky. Now come here."
"Shit, Dusty, I don't know..."
"We all agreed to it, Jon, don't make it difficult."
Cole seconds him. "That's right, ginger boy, stop being difficult."
"Shut up, black boy!"
"Fuck off, you racist."
"Both of you shut up," Dustin silences them. "It's just a game. Let's have fun. Jon, come on."
The boys kneel in front of each other and place their hands on each other's hips. Jon hesitates for a few seconds, but then they go for a kiss, and their lips touch. I can see their mouths move, making quiet slurping sounds. After only ten seconds, Dustin pulls away. "Stroke my dick, Jon," he says.
"But it's just mouth-to-mouth," Jon says, confused.
"Yeah, but you can do other stuff too. It's optional. Come on, I'll stroke yours too."
Without more protests, the boys grab each other's dicks and go for another kiss, moaning and sucking each other's tongues. Shit, this is fucking wild!
Cole thinks so, too. "Shit, dudes, I'm not gay, but this is hot."
Jon and Dustin don't comment and spend the rest of the minute making out and pleasuring each other.
"Okay, guys, I think it's been almost two minutes. Break it, lovebirds."
"Shit, this felt so good," Dustin says, out of breath.
"It felt so tingly near the end," Jon says.
"Ginger boy was about to cum," Cole chuckles. "Anyway, my turn. I do... hand stuff... to Jacob's... hand! Shit, that's weak!"
"Bad luck. You have to do it, though."
Cole gets closer and grabs my hand. So far, I'm the one having the worst luck.
Cole turns back to the other boys. "Dudes, don't ask me why, but holding hands feels even more pervy than doing dick stuff, for some reason."
I have to agree, even though I'd hold something else of his instead. Or have him hold mine. After the most underwhelming minute of the game so far, it's Jon's turn.
"I do... mouth stuff... to Dustin's... dick. Oh god. No!" Jon squeals.
"No complaining, Jon. Give it to me," Dustin says and stands up. I get a perfect view of his boner.
"It's not fair," Jon grunts but gets on his knees and reluctantly grabs Dustin's dick.
"Just take it in your mouth and suck. It's easy. Just watch your teeth."
It takes Jon fifteen seconds to gather courage and swallow Dustin's rigid boyhood.
"Oh yes," Dustin moans as it disappears inside Jon's mouth. Even from here, I can see Jon's moves are mechanical and forced. I bet it feels nothing like the expert, tender, and passionate treatment I get from my little bro. Still, Dustin seems lost in the moment and enjoying himself.
"How does a ginger blowjob feel?" Cole asks.
"Come on, Cole, be nice," Dustin scolds him. Then he takes Jon's head in his hands and starts plowing it. "Oh yeah, suck it bitch."
One minute passes too soon. I love watching it, but I'd like to have my dick taken care of already! I mentally cross my fingers as Dustin does the drawing for me. "Jacob... does mouth stuff... to Dustin's... hand!"
Fuck my life, I swear.
Cole laughs. "Dude, looks like your bro is blue-balling tonight."
"You didn't have much luck either," Dustin says. "Anyway, you're missing the point of the game. It's about getting the best out of every situation. Look. And I mean, look at his dick."
I'm confused as Dustin sits next to me and takes my hand up to his mouth. For a while, nothing happens, but then I hear Dustin lick his lips, and a second later, I feel them closing around the very tip of my pinky. Shit. The way he does it sends shivers down my spine, and my cock jerks.
"Whoa," Jon and Cole hiss at the same time.
Dustin doesn't react. He removes his lips and closes them around my ring finger. Then the middle finger, and so on. Every time he leaves some of his saliva on my skin, my dick twitches and leaks more precum. How can he make such a dull thing feel fucking amazing?
When he's done with all the fingers, he returns to the pinky. This time he swallows it all the way to the knuckle and sucks for a little. My dick keeps throbbing, and somehow I feel more naked than before. Dustin slowly continues with the remaining fingers.
"He's leaking like crazy," Cole whispers. I swear I can physically feel his eyes on my dickhead.
Dustin seems completely invested in what he's doing; we all know it's been much more than a minute. When he's done with my thumb, he returns to my pinky once again. I almost gasp when he swallows it all and starts sucking on it. He takes around twenty seconds before moving to the ring finger. By the time he suckles on my index finger, I'm losing it. My dick twitches like it has a mind of its own. My nipples go hard, and I get a bad case of goosebumps. Then he starts sucking on my thumb with even more enthusiasm, and my ball sack shrinks. Fuck, if he keeps going...
"Dude, stop it. You'll make him cum!" Jon whispers.
And shit, he's right. Dustin's expertly keeping me on the edge of a powerful thumb orgasm. What kind of trickery is this?
Finally, he releases it with a pop. "That's how you do it, boys. If you want your girlfriends to tell stories about you, a big dick is not enough. You gotta have passion, okay?"
"Dude, where did you learn all that?" Cole whispers with a hint of fear in his voice.
"It's all practice, friend, that's all it takes. Anyway, it's my turn. So I do... mouth stuff... to Jacob's... dick!"
Hell yes baby! My luck is back. Hit a fucking jackpot, struck a motherfucking mother lode!
"Move aside. I wanna see it," Cole hisses with excitement, and he and Jon get closer as Dustin kneels over me and takes my lucky dick in his experienced hand.
Jon's voice literally trembles. "Dude, this is gonna be epic!"
Not gonna lie, I got pretty good at pretending to be asleep. But now, I can barely keep it together. I want to stand up and fuck Dustin's face like a little boy whore. I wanna cum down his throat. But I don't. I keep pretending. Dustin's gonna make it feel just fine on his own.
"Watch and learn, boys. One minute, this time. Start the countdown," Dustin says and dives on my dick. For a minute straight, he
He starts by licking my balls and skin to the left and right. Then he slowly licks his way up along the shaft and does little circles with his tongue on my glans. That's it, baby. That's the stuff. It feels amazing. Dustin's tongue dances around my dickhead, licking off the gallons of precum I leaked. He's running out of time, but he's not rushing. Making every second count. Then he takes me into his mouth and slowly takes my whole dick until it touches his throat. He stays like this for a moment and then spends the final twenty seconds sucking me like the little pro he is - always keeping me safely away from my orgasm.
"Shit," Cole whispers with respect when Dustin is done, "I've seen some wild porn, but this..."
"It's nothing. Just a little practice," Dustin admits shyly.
"Okay, it's my turn," Cole says. "Please, my dick into Dustin's mouth, please, please, please!" he chants as if he could conjure the perfect combination. "Okay... I do... dick stuff... yes! To Jon's... awww... foot? Damn it! It started so well," Cole moans with disappointment.
"Dude, remember what I said," Dustin says. "Make the best out of every situation."
"I know, but how can I... I mean, I guess if I... and if he..." Cole scratches his head.
"Let me handle that," Dustin says. "Jon, lay down on your back and put your legs in the air. Yes, just like that, and stay like this. Cole, get on your knees over here. Yeah, you know what to do."
Cole and Jon are smart enough to figure out the rest. The black boy grabs the ginger's feet and squeezes them around the hilt of his big cock.
"Dude, it's weird... but feels good," he says as he starts humping his hips. His monster cock looks massive between Jon's tiny feet.
"It feels like holding a cobra snake in my feet," Jon says.
"Now for the final ingredient," Dustin teases, and I catch a glimpse of something that can't be anything but baby oil. He raises the bottle over Jon's feet and generously squeezes out the greasy liquid. "Keep fucking him, Cole. I'll handle that," he says. He puts the bottle away and uses both hands to spread the baby oil evenly across Jon's feet and Cole's dick. Cole starts humping faster, and I hear slippery sounds coming from there. Shit, I want some of it, too!
"Oh god, it feels good," Cole pants and starts fucking even faster. "Feels so hot and... so cold."
"Enjoy yourselves, boys. You can exceed one minute if you want. Just don't cum yet, Cole."
"Can't promise anything..." he breathes out and goes back to sliding his dick in and out through the hole between the younger boy's soles. "Shit, ginger boy, your feet feel so hot."
"Call me ginger boy again, and your big worm is going to have an accident,' Jon says, and Cole yelps when he squeezes his dick too hard.
"Ow! Alright, alright. Your feet feel amazing, Jon."
"That's better!"
"Guys, keep it down," Dustin says.
"Why? You said Jacob won't wake up," Jon says.
"Yeah, but someone else can hear. Just keep it a little down."
I watch through my cracked eyes as Cole plows Jon's little feet. Damn it, it's a sight to behold. I'd love to jerk myself off to it. Maybe I should drop the act and join the fun.
But that's when Dustin comes over to me and takes my dick in his hand. He watches the boys go at it and lazily plays with my cock, just to keep me entertained.
"Mmmhmm... yeah... shit... oohh.. Aah," Cole moans among the slurping sounds his oiled dick produces.
"I don't wanna sound gay, but I love watching your dick, Cole," Jon says with appreciation.
"Thanks, Jon," Cole replies. "Good to hear you're getting something out of it. It feels fucking amazing to me."
"I can see it," Jon giggles.
Huh. That's a change of tone. Looks like these boys could become friends after all.
It takes another ten fucking minutes or so. Dustin patiently watches them go while absentmindedly playing with my cock. But then Cole stops and collapses on the ground.
"Shit, I almost came. That felt so great."
"It was fun to watch. You guys should experiment more together."
"Stop it. I'm not gay," Cole says with all seriousness.
"Me neither," Jon joins him.
Yeah, right, that was the most straight feet fucking I've seen in my life.
"Okay, you guys still wanna play?" Dustin asks.
"Hell yes!" The boys cheer.
"Okay. Now it's Jacob's turn. Let's see... Jacob does... mouth stuff... to Cole's... dick! Dude. You have a lucky streak."
"Yeah, great, but how is he supposed to do mouth stuff to me if he's sleeping?"
Good question. I've been asking myself the same thing. No way he's going to try to stuff his 7 inches of raw meat into my virgin white boy mouth. If he does, the show is over.
"It's easy," Dustin says. "Whenever Jacob is involved, we have to get in charge of whatever he's supposed to be doing to us. Just put your dick in his mouth."
"All of it?!"
"No, you dumbass. You don't want to choke him, right? Just the tip."
"What if he bites me?"
"He won't. But you can keep it between his lips if you're scared."
"Okay, I guess..." Cole admits but sounds nervous. "Can you do it first? Just to show me?"
"No, dude," Dustin says. "You just put a dick in a hole. It's the simplest thing on earth."
"I think you should put all of it inside for it to count," Jon says encouragingly.
"Maybe I should put it in your mouth," Cole blurts back. "I'm not putting all of it in. Forget it."
"Here, let me wipe the baby oil off your dick," Dustin offers, and I hear wiping sounds for a few seconds.
Then I close my eyes when Cole kneels over my chest and aims his cock at my mouth. Here goes nothing. I had my lips around Dustin's cock, but this will be much different. I'm glad Cole isn't going to deep-throat me.
I keep my teeth away as Cole's spongy dickhead carefully parts my lips. It's hot and soft, tasting different from Dustin's. Salty, but also a little fruity? I wanna say nutty, but not the way you think.
"How does it feel?" Jon asks right next to my right ear. He didn't waste time taking a good vantage point.
"Good," Cole says with his dick giving me a sloppy kiss on the mouth.
"You can put it in some more," Dustin instructs from my left side. "I'll tell you when to stop."
Cole repositions a bit, and his dick slides another inch into my mouth. I part my teeth to let him in and feel the underside of his glans rest on my tongue.
"We're so dead if he ever finds out," Jon giggles.
"Shit, it does feel good," Cole whispers and starts moving his cock in and out. "You sure you won't bite me?"
"You're safe, dude," Dustin says. "Just don't push too hard."
"Do it!" Jon cheers. "Put it all the way!"
"Shut up, ginger boy," Cole says and keeps pumping. "If you wanna help, go behind me and squeeze my butt."
"What?"
"Just do it, dude. I'll owe you one."
I dare to open my left eye ever so slightly and watch the twelve-year-old take place behind Cole's back.
"Oh yea, dude, squeeze it good," Cole hisses. Meanwhile, he thrusts inside my mouth deeper and faster.
"Don't go too far," Dustin warns.
"It's fine," Cole says. "It slides smoothly. Damn, it feels good," he moans, lost in the moment.
Meanwhile, my jaw starts to hurt. Damn, he has a big one. And he's serving me less than half of it. I knew I wanted to suck a dick since I was eleven (and dreamed of being sucked about the same time), but it's not how I imagined my first time to be. I wanted to be more traditional, you know, a day out, romantic dinner, some Netflix... It still feels better than I thought. Cole's precum slowly oozes into my throat and I have to swallow it every now and then.
Cole starts panting louder and speeds up. "Dustin, can I cum?"
"Yeah, but not in his mouth. Cum on his face or chest if you want to."
Thank you, bro. Not sure if I can handle Cole's big load while lying on my back.
"Okay. Jon, put your finger in my butt," Cole commands.
"What? You said no butt stuff!"
"Just do it. I will owe you big time. I'm clean down there. Put it all in."
"Use baby oil, Jon," Dustin hands him the bottle.
"Dude..." Jon hesitates. "Okay, but you owe me so much."
"Mhmm..." Cole's moan tells me that his sphincter has been breached. "Fuck my butt with your finger, dude."
I feel Cole's tool bloat inside my mouth as it slides along my tongue. Then, it's suddenly snatched away. I crack an eye just in time to see my little bro take over Cole's cock and put it in his mouth, giving him his best treatment.
"Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit," Cole moans as he's being pleasured from both sides. "Fuuuuuck...." he breathes out. His whole body shudders, and his big black rod spasms inside Dustin's mouth.
Cole collapses to his side, and I hear a soft pop when Jon removes his finger from the black boy's ass. "Shit... so good."
I hear Dustin swallow and say, "Tastes like pineapple juice."
"Bullshit," Jon calls.
"I still have some on my tongue. Come and check it out," Dustin says and goes for Jon's mouth, but the ginger boy retreats to the corner of the tent.
"Eww! Get off me!"
"Your loss," Dustin says and swallows again. "Cole, how did it feel?"
Cole is still out of breath but manages, "Dude... I have never cum so hard in my life. Anyway, it's your turn now."
"Nah, let's wrap it for today. We can play again tomorrow," Dustin says. "But first, we gotta play Russian roulette."
"Say what?"
"It's simple. I think it's only fair that we make Jacob cum tonight. It gives him nice dreams."
"What dreams?"
"I don't know. He won't tell me. But I know he has nice dreams when we make him cum. So the idea is, we take turns sucking him for one minute."
"And it's called Russian roulette because..."
"That's right. You never know who's gonna take Jacob's load. And when he cums, you have to swallow."
Cole chuckles. "Dude, I know we've done a lot of gay stuff tonight, but I'm not eating your brother's cum. No way."
"It's fine. You don't have to. Who doesn't wanna play has to leave the tent tho. Jon?"
"I'll play," Jon says eagerly.
"Good boy. I knew you weren't a pussy."
"Fuck you," Cole protests. "It's not how it works."
"I just ate your cum, dude. It's no big deal. Tell you what, you're allowed to spit it out, but you first have to take it in your mouth."
A few seconds of silence.
"Come on, Cole," Jon pleads. "I'll play with your ass again if you do it."
"Does he cum a lot?" Cole asks.
"Quite a lot," Dustin chuckles. "But nothing you can't handle. Anyway, it's gonna be me taking his load because I give the best head."
"Oh yeah?!" Cole sits up, sounding competitive.
"Sure. I can make him cum in twenty seconds, but I'll give you guys a head start so you can prove yourselves."
There's another moment of silence which Cole eventually breaks by saying, "Okay, let's do it."
Oh dude, my dick is painfully twitching right now, and there's nothing I can do about it. I need to cum so much, but I hope to last more than a few rounds.
"I'll go first," Jon offers and takes place at my knees.
"Okay. I'm starting the stopwatch," Dustin says.
Jon's mouth doesn't feel as good as Dustin's, and he can only take half of my shaft, but what he lacks in experience, he makes up with ambition. He's going up and down my dick like crazy, making slurping sounds and his saliva drooling down my dick.
"Next!" Dustin says, and Cole quickly replaces Jon over my groin. Cole just holds my dick in his hand for a while, fighting an internal battle, but then I feel his lips around my dickhead, and I'm in heaven again. He starts slow, but it looks like he doesn't like losing, even if it's a cocksucking competition. After a slow start, he doubles down and gives me a great blowjob. I feel my orgasm building up when Dustin calls "Next!" again and replaces Cole.
Dusty is in another league, no doubt about it. He's not even trying to make me cum. His tongue dances around the most sensitive parts of my dick, and he applies just enough suction to make me leak like crazy. Shit, I love Russian roulette!
Then it's another round, and then another. I can't have enough. Each boy is good in their own way and gives me a different feeling with his mouth. Dustin's just playing while Cole and Jon seem motivated to be the ones to bring me over the edge. I fucking love every second of it.
But then a thing happens. Dustin has just finished his turn of affectionate mouth massage, and Jon puts his lips around my cock. My little bro sits next to me, caressing my chest and making small circles with his hand. Then suddenly, he moves it where my heart is. And he freezes. Yeah, my heart races like crazy, and there's no hiding it. Dustin starts breathing loudly and squeezes his hand on my skin over my pumping chest.
"Uh, guys. I think we should stop. Let's finish another time," Dustin says, and I can sense fear in his voice.
Jon pulls my dick out of his mouth only to quickly say, "No way, I think I got it. He's cumming."
Then he goes down on me again, and damn it, he's not wrong. They've been edging me for the past three minutes, and I can't hold back anymore. And Jon sucks me like a maniac, desperate to pump all the juice out of my balls.
"No, Jon, stop!" Dustin begs him, but it's too late. A mother of all orgasms hits me like a wrecking ball. I expect Jon to retreat, but he stays, and I shoot my load inside his freckled face. Dustin can only watch as I fill his friend's mouth with my baby makers.
"You can spit it here," Dustin says, handing Jon his Spongebob briefs. But Jon just gulps a few times.
"No need. I got it. I'm not a pussy." Shit. He's swallowed it all.
"Now go," Dustin says, and his voice breaks.
"What's going on, dude?" Cole asks. "Is everything alright?"
"Yes, just go. I need to be alone."
"Sorry, man," Jon says. "You wanted to make him cum yourself, huh?"
"It's not it. Go."
Dustin's voice is so bitter that the boys don't argue anymore. They start putting on their underwear, and a minute later, they are gone.
Dustin kneels next to me and breathes hard. We stay in silence for about five minutes when he finally speaks.
"I'm sorry Jacob... I..." he starts and sniffs, words stuck in his throat. A few moments later, he resumes. "If you want to strangle me, you can. Just please don't tell Mom and Dad," he whispers, and I can tell he's crying.
I can't gather enough courage to say a thing. Maybe I can keep pretending, and everything will be alright.
But then he says, "I... I'm so sorry Jacob... I... I just..." he stutters and bursts into tears. Before I can react, he rushes out of the tent - still naked.
"Dustin!" I call after him, but he's gone into the night.
That's it for chapter seven. I hope you enjoyed it. If you're still reading, let me know. Your emails keep me motivate and excited about this little project - deann.thomas@protonmail.com
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