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FratBrats 2/7 (mm/teen/mutual masturbation)
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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.
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