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The Frat Brats (all- male, college)
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THE FRATBRATS WHIP OUT A RULER
by Handjob
It was a hot, early September night, soon after the semester had
begun. Blake tossed the bottle of shampoo onto the sink with all the others
and checked his face in the mirror. Too much, man. He was looking better
than ever. His dark brown hair, wet and tangled, hung down a little over
his deep green eyes, and he broke into a sexy smile as he looked himself
over fully. Of the four Delta Iota Kappa brothers who lived in his room, he
liked being the biggest and oldest. It made him feel important. Even if he
was probably the dumbest among them, his hot body was the best. His tight
20 year old jockcolt muscles were awesome, he thought to himself. All the
benchpresses, rowing and curls through high school had paid off. Not only
did it give him the strength to make it onto the football team here at
State, but every chick on campus was after his chiseled chest, ripped abs
and tight ass. He felt even more studly from the sparse coating of dark
hairs that spread thinly across his pecs. The fucker looked so cool. After
takin' a quick whiz, Blake tossed his towel over his head and dried his hair
as he banged open the bathroom door and strode buttnaked back into the large
bedroom, his big thick studcock proudly hanging half-hard over his heavy
sportboy nuts.
The other three DIK's were up too. It may have been late, but who
gave a fuck? All the boys were restless and not about to hit the sack.
Billy was laying on his bed leafing through one of Blake's weightlifting
magazines and was now glancing up and comparing the big naked jockboy in
front of him with the pictures in the spread. Blake wasn't near as big as
they were, he thought, but he sure was better looking. Billy felt his dick
plump a little inside his briefs. Looking at his hot looking studly
roommates always put him on the bone. He would never say so, of course. He
was a smaller boy, a gymnast, and his 18 year old muscles were no match for
them if the dudes figured him for a fag and decided to pound him into the
ground. But fuck, look at that big ponycock on Blake. It must be eight
inches or more. Billy wished he could feel another boy's dick, thick and
throbbing, in his fist. His own cock began to thicken more, so the young
black-haired, blue-eyed boy forced his mind away from Blake's slab of meat
to get himself under control. He switched to a copy of Sports Illustrated
and tried to pretend to himself that he didn't like guys. A layout of young
high school and college baseball players wasn't helping much though. He
tried not to think of how cute and studly the boys were and what they might
look like stripped right down to just their cups and jocks. His dick
chubbed a little more.
No one noticed though. The other two boys, Ryan and Sean, both 19
year olds stripped to just their briefs, were busy panting their way through
a tough arm-wrestling match at the table. Ryan was a little smaller than
Blake but was just as tight and defined, and he nearly always won these
matches. Sean was a slimmer boy, but surfing his way through high school
had given him a defined swimmer's build, and he beat Ryan sometimes as well.
Blake was now shaking out his still-wet hair as he threw his towel
onto a pile of dirty clothes at the corner of his bed. "Fuck, Blake, quit
splattering that water on me," huffed Ryan under his breath as he finally
pressed Sean's wrist to the table top.
Fuck off, asswipe," Blake boomed back playfully. Ryan, a dark blond
boy with bright blue eyes, jumped up from his seat and tackled Blake, the
two boys falling hard onto Blake's bed and wrestling happily. Ryan was a
goodlooking, popular boy on the baseball team and built pretty well himself,
but even so he was soon writhing under Blake, locked in his tight arms, a
steel-hard bicep crushed into his neck. He felt Blake's big cock against
him too, sorta wedged between his smooth young thighs just above his knees,
stiffer than before. Ryan's own dick was pronging out a little in his
briefs now too, pressed high into Blake's hard stomach. Tightening his
grip, the older boy jabbed his boner between his buddy's legs a little
deeper, stiffening all the way up, and Ryan's own athlete rod throbbed
harder as it jammed into Blake's navel. The feel of the prick stickin' it
to him like that broke Blake's concentration for just a second, just long
enough for Ryan to slip loose from the other's grip. Neither boy really
thought about the boners all that much though. Both guys always seemed to
spring woodys when they were wrestling and shit, tight young teenboy bodies
rubbing around together. Fuck, they were just kids, raging with hormones.
Any kinda rubbing against hot sweaty skin was gonna make em pop a boner. No
big fucking deal. Dudes just throw rods off this, that's all.
It would have been harder for Sean to explain himself though, just
sitting there. As he watched his two brothers sliding around on the bed
again, wrestling tightly, his surferboy beachdick began to thump up too. He
could feel it, even though he was afraid to look down. He could see Blake's
boner sticking out rigid and red as the boys maneuvered around, each looking
for the best hold, and Ryan now looked about as stiff as a baseball bat in
his briefs too. Sean brushed his blond hair back from his deep brown eyes
and looked around for something to distract himself. On the night stand
next to Billy there was a current Penthouse -- the perfect cover. The
wrestling boys were too caught up in their game to notice Sean's half-rod as
he went over to grab the magazine and dropped onto the bed beside Billy.
Billy seemed to be concentrating hard on the copy of Sports Illustrated as
Sean spread out next to him, but it looked like Billy's dick wasn't totally
down either. Sean wondered if maybe Billy had gotten kind of a stiffy
seeing the other boys pitchin' it too. Nah, he seemed all wrapped up in the
magazine. Probably just hangin' long from the heat. Sean dropped the
thought and flipped through the pictures of pussies. He could let his boner
boing all the way up now without anyone thinking twice about it, but he
glanced over at his wrestling frat brothers from time to time just the same.
He didn't know why seeing another boy's hard cock made him get a little
horny once in a while, but it did. Luckily, the Penthouse gave his rod an
excuse, just like the pussies in porn videos did when they rented them. All
the boys would be thwacking up hardons in their underwear as they watched
the fucking and sucking on screen, but for Sean at least, it was sometimes
the porn guy's bonehardon that he was really watching and spikin' it to.
And sometime's Blake's, poking up stiff as a board in front of his buds.
Man, Sean really wished he could get his hands on that kid's big football
player rod more than anyone's.
Ryan and Blake were really breathing hard now, laughing through
their short breaths as they ground into each other, each boy trying to pin
the other. Ryan had a total hardon going, and it skidded stiffly through
his briefs across Blake's thigh. As the boys twisted and turned, a streak
of Blake's precum had trailed across Ryan's stiff nipple and dark tanned
pecs, and Blake's throbbing boner was now threading another thin clear
string down Ryan's forearm as he clutched Blake's thigh. Knowing there was
no other way out, Ryan soon reached between Blake's big legs and grabbed the
kid's huge bullnuts tightly.
"Okay, okay," chuckled Blake, releasing the other boy. He felt Ryan
give his nuts a quick squeeze before letting go. The boys sat back on their
heels on the bed, facing each other as they caught their breaths. He saw
Ryan staring down at the throbber between his frat brother's legs. Blake
looked down at his hardon too, then over at Ryan's hard wood, the white,
sweat-drenched cotton clinging around his flared cockhead.
"Fuuuuck, we're fuckin' *boned* buddy," Blake whispered huskily. He
reached up and wiped a string of precum from Ryan's hairless chest, smearing
it off his finger onto his damp towel. "Sorry about the mess, man."
Ryan grabbed the towel and mopped up the tracks down his arms,
stomach and legs. "No problem, dude."
"You missed a little," said Blake quietly as he rubbed his fingertip
across Ryan's popped out tit, glistening with a glob of precum, and swiped
it away. He reached down and curled his fingers around his own rigid shaft.
"Man, I really throw wet ones, huh dude?"
"Yeah, long drippin' boners," Ryan whispered back, his own hand
dropping to play casually over the front of his underwear. "How fuckin'
long is that thing anyway, Blake?"
"Don't really know, fucker." Blake looked up at Ryan. He grinned.
"Wanna find out? Wanna measure it?"
"Fuck yeah," Ryan whispered, feeling increasingly horny as he
whipped a fingertip around his bulging ridge. So Blake slid forward and
threw his big thighs over Ryan's. Their sweaty nuts mashed together through
Ryan's briefs as Blake pressed his dick up against Ryan's young throbber.
Blake's looked a good inch or so longer. Ryan tried to press upward more,
causing his hardon to ram harder against Blake's. "Here lemme just . . . ."
He unhitched his briefs from his up-pointing stalk and hooked them under
his beefy balls. His fratboy cock thwacked up against his stomach stiffly,
then rested outward at a high angle. He wrapped his fingers around the two
rods and held them together again, but Blake's dickhead still stood alone
above the other, his precum slowly leaking down in a fine drizzle over both
shafts and Ryan's gripped fist. The boys got even stiffer feeling each
other's hardon throbbing hotly against his own. "Hey, this isn't fair,"
Ryan finally said. "You're sitting up higher. We gotta do this right and
really measure em."
Blake smirked confidently, faintly humping his swelling bone up
through Ryan's hand against the other kid's rigid cock. "Sure, if you want,
but I'll still have you beat by a whole dickhead. But go ahead and get the
ruler then." Suddenly, they remembered their other two frat brothers in the
room. Both boys looked up at Sean and Billy laying on Billy's bed. They
were both staring right back, wide-eyed, both going stiff in their briefs.
Ryan smiled nastily at their hardons.
"Go ahead and get the ruler, bud," Blake said to Ryan. "Look,
nobody says nothing about this or I'll fuckin' kick the shit out of you, got
it?" he warned the other two.
Ryan burst into laughter as he got up and went to the desk, his cock
still spiking up out of the top of his underwear. He fished around in the
drawer. "Who the fuck *would* say anything about it, you dipshit? You
think any of us wants anybody else knowing we're all throwing rods? About
to whip em out and measure our sticks? They'd call us all queers or some
shit."
"Hey wait, I'm no fuckin' queer," boasted Blake, suddenly worried
that his innocent suggestion to compare boners might mean something else.
"Whaddaya mean, '*our* sticks,' Ryan," said Sean warily, as Billy
squirmed beside him nervously, adding "yeah, how did we get into this?"
"C'mon, dudes, it'll be fun," said Ryan waving the ruler. "We're
not queer, just . . . curious boys, that's all, ya know? And yeah, yer
gonna do it too, Sean. You too, Billy. We all show what we got. That way
nobody's gonna talk."
Blake sighed deeply, once again convinced he was straight and nobody
would say anything about this.
"C'mon, get over here boys," Ryan ordered as he got back on the bed
in front of Blake. The other two fratkids looked at each other, waiting to
see which would move first. Finally, Sean looked down at Billy's boner,
then down at his own. He looked up with a little embarrassed smile like
"what's there to hide after this?" and slowly got up. Billy hesitated a
moment but soon followed, and the two boys sat on the bed with Ryan and
Blake: four hot horny fratboys, spiked up stiff in a circle.
"Welcome to the contest, bro's," Blake whispered hornily.
Ryan began dreaming up rules to go by. "Okay, first, nobody
measures himself, so you can't cheat. I'll do Blake first." He reached out
and curled his fingers around the boy's burning, throbbing shaft, curved
slightly upward. "And we measure em all exactly the same way. Bend it down
long and straight as it'll get, ruler along the top, jammed into the dude's
pubes as far as you can go." Billy and Sean were now slightly groping their
crotches some as they watched Ryan push Blake's thick hardon down so it
stuck straight out, the skin tight, his wet dickhead leaking all over Ryan's
hand. He was breathing real hard and shakily now as his buddy fingered his
boner while he slid the ruler down tight into his dark curls and held it
firmly to the shaft. "And then you measure it holding the whole rod pressed
right into the ruler so the curve doesn't make it measure shorter. Then ya
read it at the furthest point it makes it to right at the tip." The boys
leaned in slightly, expectantly, as Ryan looked carefully at the wet
piss-slit of Blake's hardon pressed to the ruler. "And . . . of course . .
. since it's a contest, like Blake said . . . there's a prize." He looked
up grinning into Blake's fiery eyes: "biggest gets beat off by anybody he
wants, right?" Blake grinned back lustily at him. "Right!" "Eight and two
tenths, Blake. Big dick, bro."
Blake smiled broadly and looked around at his frat brothers while
Ryan felt his shaft up and down once more before letting go. "So which one
of you's gonna gimme the handjob, huh? Lessee. . . ." He grinned at Ryan
again with a dirty, knowing look.
Ryan just smiled and held out the ruler. "Somebody do me now.
Here, Billy, you do it. If you just go for it you'll loosen up, man.
C'mon, this is cool. It doesn't make you a fag or anything, man. It's just
for fun. Just this once." He poked Billy in the chest with the ruler, and
the younger boy slowly took it from his grasp, feeling awkward: "I dunno . .
. I--"
"--and smallest has to jerk off everybody else," Ryan interrupted,
enjoying himself as he kept creating his game.
"Have you done this before or something," said Sean. "And what's
all this shit about jerking each other off anyway," he added defensively
while trying not to think about why he was getting so fucking stiff.
"It's no contest if there's no risk, right?" Ryan slapped Sean on
the shoulder. "Don't be a wuss, dude. Besides, with a woody like that, it
don't look like it's bothering you all that much anyway, bud." He reached
over and squeezed Sean's stiffy through his briefs. "C'mon, bro, it'll be
cool. Just this once. Besides, we all get off smackin' the dong in bed
every night anyway, listenin' to each other sloshin' around in the
handlotion. It's not like there's that much to hide."
It was true. Not long after they had moved into this room in the
house, all four boys had caught each other jerking off in the bathroom or
even right here on a bed when another came home unexpectedly. And they
always seemed to be springing hardons. They had finally just started to
joke about how they all needed a good whackoff every day, and eventually
they had taken up a nightly ritual of tossing around a bottle of handlotion
from bed to bed in the dark, each boy masturbating in his own bed but
listening to the others as their wet fingers slipped up and down their
burning rods. Still, it had never gone anywhere near this far before.
But Ryan was insistent about it happening this time. "Listen, Sean,
we'd be buffin' our bats ourselves in a little while anyway, and a different
hand'll feel cool just for a change. It's only this once. Why, you
chicken? Think yer gonna lose?"
Sean felt Ryan rub his cock a little more before he let go. He
finally laughed softly, feeling safe so long as he'd had to be talked into
it. "What the fuck. Okay."
Ryan turned back to Billy, looking deep in the other's eyes. "C'mon,
kid, quit worrying about it all and just measure me, fucker." Billy's face
was reddening badly as Ryan whipped off his underwear, his long, straight,
slender cock sticking up at a 45 degree angle toward Billy's face. Billy
just sat there a moment looking at the throbbing boner in front of him.
Slowly his hand began to reach out hesitantly. He too was still scared of
the other boys finding out how much he really wanted to do this, how much he
really liked dick.
Suddenly Sean chimed in, sounding hornier: "yeah, go ahead and grab
it, man." Ryan and Blake both looked at Sean's lust-filled eyes as he
looked intently at Ryan's long baseball bat. He wished he had a dick like
Ryan's, almost as much as Blake's. Fuck, he was starting to feel like he
wanted to grab the fucking thing himself, play with it, make it squirt. His
own young surferboy rod was really poking his briefs out all the way now.
Seeing his buddy's beautiful total boner right up close like that had made
all his secret dirty feelings about other boys come welling up to the
surface.
Finally Billy reached out and carefully put a fingertip on the head
of Ryan's cock and slowly bent the high-pointing dick downward until it
poked straight out. "Yeah, do it, buddy," Ryan breathed, hot and horny at
getting his dick felt. The boy's fingers fiddled with the big narrow
dickhead as he tried to hold it in place from bobbing around so much while
laying the ruler on top of the shaft. "Dude, you gotta make it hold more
still, Ryan, so I can get it right," he managed to say in a near whisper.
"Can't help ya, bud. The fucker always bounces like that when I'm
on the bone this hard, man." Billy curled his fingers around the underside
of the long thin shaft, gripping all the way around it to the ruler, pulling
the stick down harder against the top of the pulsing boner. "At least it
doesn't curve at all so we can get the measurement real good," Ryan said as
he watched carefully. With his other hand, Billy cupped the boy's
low-hanging baseball nuts while using the fingertips to hold the end of the
ruler tight into Ryan's thin, dark-blond pubes. "Okay, guess we're ready,"
said Ryan. "So how long is it, man?"
Billy leaned down close and looked carefully at the gaping red tip
as he whiffed in the sweaty jockboy smell of Ryan's crotch. "Eight and . .
. four tenths. Fuck! You're bigger than Blake is, Ryan!" The bronzed
baseball player chuckled and looked up at Blake who was staring open-
mouthed: "so who's gonna give *me* the handjob, huh?" Ryan laughed again
as Billy and Sean joined in.
"No . . . fucking . . . way," protested Blake. "Gimme that fuckin'
thing," he exclaimed as he grabbed the ruler away from Billy. He gripped
Ryan's hardon in his big fist and handled it roughly, bending and pressing
it against the ruler and checking for himself. "Fuck, dude. You *are*
bigger than me." He dropped the ruler and felt along the long dick for a
minute, up and down all over it, as the other boy's watched him admiring
Ryan's cock.
Ryan leaned into Blake's ear and whispered, "you're still thicker,
bro," and the other boy smiled proudly.
"Come on, let's get on with it," Sean cut in.
"Okay, little fuck. Let's see what *you* got, studboy," laughed
Blake as he grabbed Sean by the legs and pulled him toward his lap. Sean
fell onto his back giggling as Blake threw the boy's legs up in the air and
pulled his underwear off, letting Sean's thighs fall over his own around his
waist, the kid's butt in his lap, his balls pressed into Blake's stomach.
"Okay, fucker, let's play doctor, buddy." Blake was breathing hard,
obviously enjoying the feels he was getting of his brothers' fratbrat
fucksticks. His own prick was pressed wetly into Sean's back now as the boy
lay in his lap staring up at him and looking hornier by the second. "Aw,
it's a cute little thing," Blake joked as he fingered Sean's smaller stiffy,
then gripped his hand around the shaft. "Good solid bone though," he told
everyone. "But it ain't gonna win."
Ryan had begun to openly masturbate now as he watched the show he
had started really take off. His fingers were sliding lazily up and down
the whole length of his cock, the fist stopping for a hard squeeze on the
shaft once in a while. Even Billy seemed to be letting his horniness take
over now and looked more relaxed as he played with the front of his briefs.
"Blake's just kidding you, Sean. I like your dick, dude," said Billy as he
looked at the boy's stiff, veiny woody waving in the air while Blake's
fingers moved all over and around it gently, checkin' it out but good.
"Yeah, looks real cool, Sean," Ryan added, although it was obvious
to everyone it was no match for the two that had been measured already.
"Don't *feel* cool," said Blake. "Fucker feels hot as hell. Hey
look at that. It's gettin' a little drip on the top. Betcha *this* feels
bitchin', don't it, dude?" he said nastily as he let his thumb graze the tip
and spread the precum down just under the head. "So you throw wet boners
too, huh?"
"Sometimes," Sean whispered. He could hardly breathe, let alone
talk. The boy he was hottest for was fuckin' around like crazy with his
surfer board. If Blake didn't quit feeling him up so much like this he felt
like he was gonna cream pretty soon. Even though it was obvious that all
the boys were really getting off on this now, he still didn't want to blast
his load all over Blake. At least not this fast. "C'mon, man, measure it,
will ya?"
Sean had a dick that stuck straight out, so as Blake pulled it
toward him it would have bent downward over his nuts if the other boy's
stomach hadn't been in the way. Blake held the length of the rod against
himself, pressed into the fine trail of dark brown hair that ran down the
center of his stomach below his navel. He felt it throbbing hard against
him as he shoved the ruler against the top of the dick and into Sean's
blond bush. All the boys looked closely where the tip rested against the
ruler. Blake bent forward, his face close to the sweaty hardon as he
strained to read the ruler. "Looks like, um . . . about six and a half,
buddyboy."
"Six and seven tenths," Sean corrected him, his deep brown eyes
searching around for approval.
"So you've measured it before, huh fucker?" Blake laughed softly
and stroked the stiff bone from top to bottom against the ruler.
Ryan looked closely and nodded. "Yep, he's right: six point seven.
That's cool, bud. It's bigger'n most dicks."
"How the fuck would *you* know?" laughed Blake as he continued
fondling Sean's increasingly wet throbber in his lap. He tossed the ruler
onto Sean's stomach but kept holding the boy's stick against his gut,
faintly rubbing it across his stomach from side to side.
"I've just heard, that's all. They're usually about six I heard."
Ryan's slow pumping stopped a moment as he pressed his boner down and let it
snap up and spring in the air, repeating the horny dickplay several times
before he started in again jacking off. He was watching Blake's hand
carefully, the other boy not realizing fully how much his big fingers were
stroking Sean's shaft, tracing the thin veins, fingering the ridge, palming
the head, groping down into his bush and messing with his beachboy balls.
As another small drop of precum seeped out, Blake absently smoothed it
around the tip.
Trying to keep himself from sperming, Sean grabbed the ruler off his
stomach and reached over to tug at Billy's briefs. "Okay, Billyboy, lemme
see that little wiener, kid." Billy straightened his legs as Sean pulled
down his underwear for him. The elastic band caught on the dickhead as Sean
was stripping the kid, and everyone watched a fairly thick, sharply curving
shaft come into view from the black pubes. At last, a good sized mushroom
cap thwacked up, smacking loudly against Billy's tight stomach as the briefs
cleared it. Billy's boner stayed like that too, curving straight up,
pressed into his stomach. Sean tried to bend it but could only get it a
little more than an inch down, so he leaned in and with both hands worked
the ruler in between the dick and stomach and pushed down enough to know
he'd hit bottom into Billy's jet-black curls.
Sean strained his neck to double-check before he finally announced
it. "Seven inches -- exactly. Fuck! I fuckin' lost. Thought I'd at least
beat *you*, ya li'l fucker."
"You are gonna beat him, dude," Blake laughed as Ryan suddenly
jumped up from the bed and went to his nightstand. "Yer gonna beat ol'
Billyboy's boner right here, right now, man. Then ya gotta do me too,
buddy. That's the deal." Blake squeezed Sean's hardon playfully, the boy's
legs still around his hips.
Ryan hopped back on the bed and tossed the bottle of handlotion in
front of Sean. "Go for it, man. Pull him off, Sean. Let's see ya make it
squirt, dude." Ryan began tugging his rod again. They all watched Sean
snap open the lotion and pour a good sized glob into his palm. Sean looked
around at all the nasty eyes and gave a dirty look back. There were no
secrets now, no more guards up: every one of the boys was now obviously hot
for dick and openly anxious to make 'em spray, see their hot looking
fratbrat buddies spurt their wads. Sean reached over to Billy and smoothed
the stuff along the underside of the kid's raging hardon, coated the bobbing
head, then firmly grasped the pulsing shaft. He could feel Blake's fingers
getting even busier on his own dick as he told Billy to get closer, pulling
him by the boner right up beside him, just below his head, the boy up on his
knees over him. Billy's cock was now right above his neck and chest, aimed
straight up at the ceiling as Sean began to rhythmically pump it up and
down, the lotion giving off a crackly smacking sound.
"Yeah, fucker, jerk that fratboy dick," Blake breathed, his total
horniness over this show blazing in his lusty gaze. "Beat that kid-dick
off, buddy." Blake's fingers were stroking over Sean's cock almost as much
as Sean's own hand was working Billy's dick now. Billy began to moan and
squirm as his hardon reddened under the sturdy, lotioned strokeoff his frat
brother was giving him. "Mmmm, you do that good, man," he breathed.
"I've had enough practice," snickered Sean as he stroked Billy's
boner with as much care as he gave his own every night, his arm sliding
steadily, his dark bronzed bicep flexing with each full ride up and down
from tip to pubes. His slippery fist was loudly smacking with all the
handlotion, his other hand pouring on a little more every minute or two as
it slowly absorbed into Billy's cock. The sound they heard every night from
each other's bed was now turning all the boys on more than ever as they got
to see the throbbing woody and nasty dickplay that went with it. Sean kept
masturbating Billy with long, firm strokes to the tip, then back down deep
into his black hair, making the kid's spike stand tall, red and rigid. Sean
let his head fall back to the mattress now as he watched the jerkoff he was
giving Billy. Soon he squirted some of the lotion onto his other hand to
fuck around with the young gymnast's tight, boyish nuts too. He pulled and
worked them down until the kid's nads were hangin' as he palmed them.
Blake fished between his own thighs with his free hand and began
messing around with Sean's beachballs down there too as his other hand now
began to fully masturbate the boy in his lap. His own hardon ached as it
jutted and throbbed down there against Sean's back, turning both guys on
even more at its angry wet pounding against the surfer kid. "Yeah, beat
little Billyboy off, fuckstud."
No one was even sure if Blake realized altogether how much he had
been playing with Sean's boner all this time, maybe not even Blake himself,
who had been watching all the action on the other cocks the whole time he
held it and fondled it. But he hadn't let go of Sean's stick once since he
had measured it several minutes ago. Finally Ryan looked over from Billy's
rubjob as he continued to beat his own stiff meat and spoke up. "You better
watch out there, Blake, or Sean's gonna give ya a faceful any second, man.
Yer about to make the kid cream."
With that Blake finally looked down and gasped at how swollen and
beet-red the boy's boner was, suddenly realizing just how much he had been
messin' on the thing. "Fuck, bud, looks like I've been givin' you some
serious rubbin' there too, huh man? What the fuck, kid. Do it. Go ahead
and blow yer chunks, man. Sperm it up in my hand." Ryan grabbed the lotion
bottle and spilled some of it down the length of Sean's rod as Blake began
beating him off steadily now. "Feel good, fucker?" asked Blake. "You
gettin' off on me jerkin' you like this, little boy? Yeah, I'm really
spankin' that puppy for ya. Gonna make ya spew the sperm, fuckboy." The
lotion slid down through the pubes over Sean's nutsack as Blake's other hand
continued to fondle the kid's firm young teenboy balls.
"Aw, fuuuuck, yeah, do me, fucker," panted Sean as he sped up on
Billy's slurping stiffer. His arm was glowing in a fine sweat. In fact,
all the boys were getting a sheen of glistening sweat from both the nasty
workout and their raging horniness. Their hair was just beginning to mat to
their flushed foreheads. Their heaving young chests sparkled with the thin
mist.
"Yeah, jab that *fuckin'* hard rod through his fist, ya li'l
studpuppy," Blake said heatedly to Billy as he beat off Sean faster. Billy
looked like he was getting close and had begun humping his dick through
Sean's fist as the kid handjobbed him to the edge. Billy's nuts now pulled
way back up into Sean's hand, so the boy began to palm them against the
other's crotch, his fingertips sliding up a little behind them between
Billy's tight, hairless legs.
"I'm gonna shoot soon," moaned Billy. "Yeah, jerk me off, Sean.
Beat off my hard boydick."
"Yeah, beat that cock," Ryan muttered nastily as his fist slipped up
and down his shaft. "Jack that boner off, fucker. Make the kid cream it,
Sean. Smack it till he really makes a mess." Ryan's face was flushed and
trembling. He wanted to see these fratboys sperm it so bad, then get his
own stick whipped.
Blake stared down at the handjob he was giving Sean. "Gonna make ya
spurt the sauce too, stud. Sperm it up thick and hard, you dirty
fuckerboy," he urged Sean, realizing how much he wanted to see another kid
go off and to know that he was the one who was making the boy spray his sex.
He grabbed the lotion, poured more over Sean's smacking dick, then decided
to drizzle some more onto Billy's stiff woody too. The sound of the two
sloshing boners filled the room, the air hot and smelly with sportboy
teensweat and hard wet jockdicks.
Suddenly Sean shuddered and a long hard stream of jizz streaked
straight up Blake's chest and hosed him loudly with a long healthy splat
against his chin and lips. "Yeah, jizz it, fucker," he shouted as he
breathed in the heavy odor of Sean's salty surfer sperm under his nose. A
second volley erupted and spewed up even higher and splattered in the air
over Blake, raining down into his dark hair and over his sweaty, nasty face.
Another forceful blast squirted out and splashed across Blake's chest,
thick white globs clinging all across his thick pecs, hanging from his
pencil-eraser nipples. "Yeah, you fucker, yer fuckin' *spunkin'* it, stud."
Blake was totally stoked feeling the shower of cream spraying and
splattering all over him. Sean had lifted himself up to see too, but he
continued to masturbate Billy steadily. He watched as his awesome hornyboy
load was still pelleting in smaller jets over Blake's chest and stomach, the
sound of the beatoff intensifying as his sperm gushed out into Blake's fist
and got slathered up and down his rod. Maybe he wasn't the biggest, but he
packed a big studly load. He was pumpin' his wad up bitchin'. It was
dripping off Blake's chin, running down his neck, slowly sliding from his
chest down his stomach.
Just then Billy gave a hard moan and lurched forward in Sean's hand,
a thick gush of his jizz bursting up over his stomach and pouring all over
Sean's fist. As it slid down and began to drip thickly from the boy's
wrist, a much harder blast busted out. Sean had leaned up more to watch his
own load blow and his fist had pulled Billy's dick down some, enough that
this huge shot of Billy's nutcream whapped Sean strongly in the side of his
head and ran down his jaw. "Yeah . . . Billy," Sean managed to moan through
his own jerks and spasms as Blake kept masturbating his sperming cock, "make
a . . . mess all . . . over me, man." And Billy did. Several more hard,
horny young squirts spurted up and arced in the air, falling in strings over
his own chest and stomach and across Sean's neck, shoulder and arm. "What a
. . . dirty boy," Sean gasped as he jerked and humped in Blake's fist.
"Yeah . . . spray me, kid."
Finally there was nothing left but the hard strong smell of sperm
now as Billy and Sean kept getting their dicks milked until they couldn't
stand it anymore. "Shit that looked so *fuckin'* hot," Ryan puffed out
hornily as he jacked his rod and watched tons of thick white globs of spunk
sliding down the other three panting fratkids. He was still beating off
dry, afraid to add lotion or he might cream off before he got his chance to
get his rod whacked by another boy too.
Sean's cock was softening a little as Blake continued to finger it,
spreading the stringy sperm back over the boy's dick. Sean gave Billy's rod
a final squeeze though and let the kid's still-hard dong snap free.
"Fuck, Billy, yer stiff as ever, dude," Blake noticed. "You ain't
shrunk at all."
"That's 'cause he likes this shit so much," said Ryan, giving Billy
a nasty, penetrating look. "Dontcha, Billyboy?" Billy looked right back at
Ryan just as dirty, knowing the score on the other boy too now after having
thought about the way all this got set up. He was feeling alot better about
liking cocks now, watching other boys getting their stiffys rubbed. He and
Ryan exchanged smiles and then watched as the next round began.
Sean hoisted himself upright with his legs still wrapped around
Blake's waist. He slid back slightly till Blake's precum-drenched
stonehardon glided up through his buttcheeks and balls and snapped up
proudly between his thighs. "Looks like you're ready to get paid back, huh
fucker?" said Sean. "Wanna pop that wad, bud?" He scooped up a handful of
his cream off Blake's neck and chest and smeared it all over the boy's
burning wood. "Ready to blow yer cork, buddy? I'm gonna whip this puppy
bitchin', bro, just like you did me, studboy. I owe you a good one too,
bud. Gonna take it right in the face, man, just like you took mine, you hot
fratfuck stud." He was trembling hornily as he leaned in and really
masturbated Blake's big bone with the end aimed right into his face.
Blake just moaned as he felt his hardon getting soaked in Sean's
thick, creamy sperm, the boy's fingers whacking him off with the same heavy
slippery twisty action Sean had just given Billy. "Fucker, yer givin' me
the best jackoff of my life, Sean. Billy was right. You really know how
to whack a dude off, studpuppy. I'm glad yer the one who lost, man."
"I'm not so sure I'd say I lost," panted Sean as he stared intently
at Blake's long cock in his pumping hand. "To to tell ya the truth, man,"
he finally confessed, "I've wanted to feel this boner on you for a long
time. And now I got it."
"Yer gonna get more'n that, stud. I'm gonna give to ya all over yer
fuckin' face real fast here, Sean. Man, I gotta blow soon. My nuts are
fuckin' *stuffed*!"
"Yeah, fucker. Sperm me, dude. I want it. Wanna feel yer hot jizz
squirt out all over me, Blake." He scooped up more of his surfer foam and
worked it into Blake's cock.
"Yeah! Jack . . . me . . . off, man," hissed Blake as he humped his
hardon through Sean's fist. "It ain't gonna be long the way yer doin' me.
Hey, looky here," he said as he glanced down. "Horny li'l Sean's got
another big hard boner. You 'n Billy just can't keep it down, huh?" He
reached down with both spermy hands and fondled Sean's cock again as the boy
sped up on his sperm-slicked rod. "Feels so bitchin' hard, man. Didn't
take you fuckin' long to re-load at all, huh? You weren't kiddin' about
bein' turned on to my big fratboy dick. That's so cool, man. That's so
cool." He began seriously stoking off Sean again as he squirmed in the
boy's handjob on him. "Aw fuck, that's feels good. Yeah, jack me off,
fucker. Aw fuck, I think I'm gonna bust a nut." He began to work Sean's
rod furiously to a second blow. "Fuck, I wanna see this li'l puppy spit it
again so bad, Sean. Cream with me, buddy." The two boys masturbated each
other wet and sloppy in Sean's hot white surferboy jizz.
"Yeah, wax that fucker's stick, Sean," Ryan shouted. "Jack him off
dirty, Blake. You boys are gonna *cream*!"
"Aw, yeah, fuckin' right I'm gonna cream," whimpered Blake as his
thick bullnuts pulled up tight to the base of his rod, aching to let loose
after all the dickplay he'd been doing on his cool buddy tonight. "Yer
gonna get it soon, Sean," he whispered in a nasty rasp. "I'm 'bout to
fuckin' blow."
"Fuck! Me too," blurted Sean, surprised he was feeling his balls
cut loose this fast again. "Fuck, I'm gonna jizz on you again, dude!"
Blake's two hands were both stroking his stiff surfboard, one after the
other, base to tip, and suddenly Sean's aching balls erupted and he squirted
a huge blowing stream of beachcream that blasted straight into Blake's nuts
as he dug in and really started beating the big kid off in his face, horny
strings of his hot fratspunk whizzing into Blake's big balls.
As soon as Blake felt the hot spray of the boy's fratload squirting
forcefully into his nuts, he just fucking unloaded. "Beat me, fuckboy! I'm
gonna blast ya!" Suddenly Sean's face was coated with slime. He hadn't
even seen it coming. There was just hot thick cream all over him, his face,
shoulders and neck sopping in rich teensperm. It was followed immediately
by four more long hard hosing squirts that splatted loudly against his
forehead, cheeks and chin. The boy's face was coated thickly with Blake's
huge load of heavy sportboy spunk, and the dude kept on creamin' on him in
football player jizz.
"Yeah, fuckerboy," Sean spat through his sperm-covered lips. "Hose
it out that big stiff jockcock, you fuckin' stud!" More stringy blasts
rinsed his neck, chest and stomach as he unleashed the last of his own
fratkid jizz all over Blake's spurting rod and swollen balls. The two boys
seemed to pump it out forever.
Finally Blake let go and leaned back on his heels to catch some air.
He took a long breath as he looked at Sean whose his head fell back on the
bed again as he released Blake's big bone and faded dreamily. Blake looked
in near-disbelief at the kid. Sean was drenched in his load. Blake had
never spermed off so much blow in all the years he'd been beatin' it.
"Check that shit out, man. I hosed the dude."
"Just one more boner to go, bud," he heard Ryan chuckle. Blake
looked over at Ryan, the kid's boner sticking up and aimed at Blake's face.
"Pickin' *me*, huh? I knew you got off on me, Ryan. Okay, c'mere, bud,"
Blake said with a nasty smile. "You need to get off and my hands are wet 'n
ready."
Ryan grinned, scooted over on his knees right up to Blake, and
slapped his rigid dick into the boy's sloppy hands, slimy with two loads of
thick, sticky Seansauce. "Yeah, I'm fuckin' *steamin'*, man. I gotta get
beat off now too. I know you wanna whack off my big teenboy dogrod,
dontcha?" He pressed his head against Blake's spermy face a second and
whispered, "I think about it bein' you when I beat off, fucker."
"Well now yer gonna get it for real, stud" Blake whispered back
hornily, still feeling nasty as ever even after unloading his cream. He
curled his fingers around Ryan's long boner and began slicking up the
winning rod.
As soon as he felt the wet fingers starting in, Ryan knew he wasn't
going to last long. He threw his leg over Sean's chest and straddled him
just above his stomach as Blake soaked his throbbing dick, dangling nads and
dark blond pubes. Blake, Ryan and Billy watched the dick sticking up strong
and cocked, nearly ready to burst in a minute as Blake smacked it around and
fondled it some before setting in on a steady pace. "Man, yer surferwad is
the best lube I ever had," Ryan called over his shoulder to Sean. "Fuck,
boy, yer hot sexjuice feels bitchin' on my bone, dude."
But Sean was missing the show except for the sound of his wad
slurping up and down Ryan's big baseball bat. He was still lost in the glow
and could hardly move. He just layed there, even as Billy, whose cock had
stayed stiff as a board the whole time, now moved behind his head and
clamped his thighs around it, his nuts shoving into the lazy surferboy's
hair. Billy leaned forward, hooking his chin over one of Ryan's shoulders
while gripping the other. His free hand pressed his upright rod down as
best he could into Sean's slimy face. He rubbed his boner back and forth
through Blake's jizz over Sean's cheeks, nose and lips as he watched Ryan
getting jerked off by Blake. He wanted to see the boy finally blow off, and
he wanted to shoot one with him. After all that had happened, he knew Ryan
couldn't last long, and he felt like he wouldn't take very long to get up
his own wad again either as he rubbed his cock across Sean's face. Sean
continued to just lay there and moaned softly at the feel of Billy's boner
sliding hot and stiff over him. "Yeah, big Billy," he said softly against
the rigid hardon slipping across his lips. "Spurt up another one on me,
kid."
"I don't know what the fuck is goin' on back there," said Blake
heartily, "but I'm about to get blasted again, fuckers. What a scene, man.
We look like some fuckin' porno movie or somethin', boys."
"Better," panted Ryan as he shoved his hardon back and forth in
Blake's fist. He, Blake and Billy looked down at the longest cock in the
room, pointed upward in its high angle, gripped tight in Blake's hand with
only seconds to go before it exploded.
"Aw fuck, my nuts are killin' me," gasped Billy as he really slapped
his dick around on Sean's face, squirming his nuts into the boy's hair. He
felt like he was about to blow his load again too. "I'm gonna shoot it,
Sean. Gonna jizz off in your face, man." Sean moaned against the dick,
moving his head around against the kid's churning balls.
Blake quickly felt Ryan's nuts pull up in his hand too as he held
them tightly and worked Ryan's cock to the brink, the cockhead flared wide,
the shaft like steel. The boy's hard baseball nuts were pressed tight to
the base of his bat. "Feels like these fuckin' nads are gonna bust, kid.
Gimme that chunky load, Ryan. Piss that fuckin' dickcream out on me,
buddy."
Seconds later, Ryan did. He drew a long deep breath, screwed up his
awesome face, and gave out a long whine. "I'm gonna spit it up, dudes.
Here . . . it . . . comes!" Blake felt the boy's nuts snap out of his
slippery fingers and pop right up into the kid, and a split-second later
Ryan pitched his first fastball. Blake got smacked in the forehead
and hair with the sizzling whiz as he jacked up and down Ryan's boner with a
fury, his hand filling with a fistful of Ryan's thick, pungent athlete
cream. Another piercing jet splattered across Blake's neck, and then
several more long ropes of the baseball player's heavy sportcream splashed
up his chest and studded his shoulders and arms in big white dense
splotches.
"Aw fuuuck," they heard Sean suddenly splutter through a massive
pool of Billy's steaming mess as the boy cracked his nuts and humped and
creamed over the kid's lips and chin. Billy lurched and bent back upright
as more shots streaked up Ryan's back and splashed over his shoulders. Sean
reached up weakly and grabbed Billy's spasming boner, milking out more of
the boy's second load as Billy kept spraying.
Blake also continued to whack out Ryan's endless rounds of boyblow.
Ryan showered him in it, hammering out wad after wad of spurting teensperm
that rocketed out and cascaded down Blake's chest in strong white rivers.
And Blake just kept working the horny smelling stuff out of Ryan's long
slender boner, making him spasm and jerk as he spit out the last bullets of
his thick, globby fratspunk.
Finally both Ryan and Billy were done getting the last blobs of
teenglue kneaded from their rods. Fuck, there was sperm everywhere, mostly
over all the boys. The air reeked of it. Soon Blake reached beside him and
picked up his still-damp bathtowel and took up the job of mopping the sperm
up off all the boys as best he could, but it was obvious everyone needed
another shower tonight after getting soaked in so much boycream.
"That was the best," Blake said as he whiffed at his towel, getting
off on the rich powerful smell of a pint of fresh young teenage fratkid
jizz. "Dudes, if it's okay with you, I really wanna do this again
sometime."
There was a short pause before the other three burst out laughing
and dragged him into a pile. The naked kids wrestled in the rest of the
sperm awhile before they all dragged each other off the bed and headed
toward the shower. There'd be no more tossing the handlotion bottle from
bed to bed in the dark every night. And the ruler fell to the floor.
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