I agreed to let my four new friends make my tight jock hole hairless. Darius sent Winston to go get some clippers from the bathroom, and when he came back Malik and Trevon pulled my cheeks even further apart and forced my torso down. I was bent over with the skin around my hole stretched taught. Darius turned the buzzers on, and I knew instantly I was in trouble. The clippers whirled to life, vibrating hard against my needy puck. There was no build up to it, just insistent, almost violent buzzing against my sensitive little rosebud. Darius ran the clippers up and down my crack a few times. I couldn't help but squirm and moan. He turned the buzzers off and blew away the clippings. I don't know what was harder to endure -- the vibrations or that cool stream of air Darius blew directly onto my pulsing boihole.
Darrius turned the clippers back on and this time seemed singularly focused on my hole. He ran that delicious vibrating tool around and around my fleshy boihole. It almost felt as if he was using the edge of the clippers, the plastic part, to circle around and around my hole instead of the metal clippers themselves, but that couldn't have been right. He was just helping out a friend, not trying to tease me into oblivion with what basically amounted to a personal massager. It was hypnotic and he must have worked my hole over with those clippers for half an hour. And at some point, I realized that stranger, wonderful feeling was back. The powerful sensations had begun building from deep within me, pulsing and radiating out until my entire body was nearly overwhelmed. I was biting my pouty lips and whining, grinding back hard against the clippers and panting, "please, please D, make me smooth, I wanna be smooth for you." Winston had to stand in front of me with his hands grabbing my hips to keep me still. I lolled my head down, only to see my cock hard in my tight jock. Oh my god! When had that happened? All I could think about was the feelings in my hole, I hadn't even realized how hard I was. Not only was I hard just from my hole being toyed with, but my dick was leaking so much precum, my jock was practically see thru.
"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god," I started chanting and rocking back hard against the buzzing around my asshole. I was so close to that wonderful feeling and I felt like I might loose it. Somehow sensing that I was on the verge of exploding, Darius chose that moment to shut the buzzers off. Again, I was denied whatever release my body needed, but I knew Darius was probably just looking out for me. Still, I cried out in frustration at not being allowed what I wanted.
"Oh my gosh, buddy, are you ok?" ask Darius. I couldn't stand up, my legs were like wet noodles. I was now clutching on to Malik and Trevon on either side of me and gasping for air. My eyes couldn't focus, and all I could think about was my twitching hole and those delicious vibrations.
"Here buddy. You look a little woozy. Maybe those drinks were a little too strong. Here, finish this one off so we can put some water in the glass. Good boy. Let's have you lie down for a bit. Malik you sit down first and, Mikey, rest your head right in his lap. And you know what, you look a little flushed. We should get you out of that t-shirt."
I felt Trevon stripping my shirt off, until I was just in my blue jock, which was drenched in pre-cum. I lay down and put my head in Malik's lap. It was an instant comfort and I felt myself nuzzle into Malik's lap. I could feel Malik's cock underneath me thru his thin cotton sweatpants. It seemed like he was sort of hard, which was weird. Not that I could judge... my dick was drooling for some reason. Maybe it was something in those drinks...
"Here, spread those runners legs nice and wide so we can see that smooth, pink hole. Winston, you hold those jock legs open. We need to lotion up that hole, so it doesn't itch after shaving. We don't want to make her, I mean, it any more twitchy that she already is, do we?" Darius said with his trademark smirk.
What Darius was saying made sense. I knew my female friends always had to put on lotion after they shaved their legs. I should probably lotion up my hole after having all my hair removed. I was so lucky to have such a thoughtful and smart friend.
Trevon went to get some special lotion, and he came back with a bottle of clear gel. I had never seen lotion like that, but these black men had such beautiful skin, I was excited to try whatever they had been using. He knelt down in front of me, while Darius settled back on the couch to watch the scene unfolding in front of him. Trevon pumped a squirt of that slimy gel onto his pointer and middle finger and slowly began to massage it into the ring of muscle nestled between my gigantic white mounds. It felt nice and I nuzzled my face further into Malik's lap, inadvertently grinding his junk against my cheek and lips. Malik's giant paw came down on my head and began stroking my hair. Unfortunately as a result, my face was held there, smashed up against Malik's huge cock. Trevon pushed a little harder as he began to rub slow, deep circles around and around my tiny, straight hole.
Darius leaned back and watched for a moment -- me nuzzling my facing into this gigantic black man's crotch, with Winston standing above us holding my legs open, while Trevon used his rough fingers to slather lotion around my shaved boihole. Darius instructed Trevon to use more and more lotion, and soon my hole was drenched and slippery. The lotion was also making my ass feel hot and tingly. I remarked something to that effect, and Darius said that it just meant the lotion was working. He told me it was specially designed to make my "fussy little hole" feel really, really good. Trevon squirted more all over my stretched boyhole, and he began to zero in right on my puck. He seemed singularly focused on rubbing the clear liquid directly into my straight asshole, when all of a sudden, his giant finger slipped inside of me. I groaned out. How embarrassing to have a friend's finger slip into my needy puck!?
"Oh no, buddy. Just look what happened... I slipped right in. And, oh shit, I can feel your boipussy clenching down on my finger so hungrily. Something's definitely going on with your little puck. But don't worry. I promise I'll get right to the bottom of it."
Trevon went to pull his finger out, but he said it was like my puck didn't want to let go. He tried slowly inching it out, but right when he was about to wiggle it free, his finger slammed right back into me.
"Uh-oh bud. It pulled me back in. And its really stuck in there. It went in so easily, but I cant seem to get it out. Your naughty little hole must really want something inside of it."
Each time Trevon pulled his finger out a little, my hole apparently sucked it right back in. Trevon was determined though; he tried over and over again. If anyone had walked in on the scene, it might have looked like Trevon was fingerbanging my jock ass, but honestly it was all one big accident. After ten minutes of Trevon trying to wrench his finger loose and getting nowhere, Darius decided it would be best if he helped. He reasoned that he might be able to slide in and spread my hole with his thick fingers and then Trevon"s digit could slip loose. Darius slicked up his finger with the tingly, slippery lotion and gently eased his index finger along side Trevon's. I could feel my hole stretching around their two fingers and it felt... incredible. It burned, but the stretch is what my twitchy boy butt had been craving this whole time. They wormed their thick fingers around inside me twisting and rubbing the walls of... what had they called it? My "boipussy." With their other hands, their coarse fingers found my nipples and began to pull hard on my needy pink nubs. They suggested that if they pinched them hard enough, my hole might relax and they could pull their fat slimy fingers out of my ass. It didn't seem to be working so far, but they were determined to help. I'll confess it felt amazing to have them play with my horny nipples. I wet my lips with my tongue and tried not to drool.
"You're right, Trevon. This little jock cunt is so tight. Its like she never wants to be empty again. Is that how you feel, Mickey. Do you like feeling full? Is this helping your twitching puck?"
I nodded my head furiously on Maliks lap. My wet lips made contact with the side of Malik's cock thru the thin sweatpants he was wearing.
Darius pulled on one side on my rim and Trevon pulled on the other side. I could feel my cherry pucker opening up and my tight ring stretching and relaxing. At this point Trevon looked up to Winston and told him to spread me further. Winston pushed my tan legs until i was spread eagle which cause my puck to gape for a second. Trevon took that opportunity to squirt heaps of that lotion directly into my boihole, and I cried out as I felt the cool liquid sloshing down my insides. Darius also took this moment to ease a second finger in along side the other two that were already in me.
"Yeah, Mikey. It really looks like this is helping. Is this what you needed? You like having someone to ease that ache for you? Does it feel good to have that jock pussy stretched open so good for me?"
"Yeah," I breathed out. "I... it feels g-good."
"You like it? Then show us," Darius commanded with a smirk.
I started grinding down on their fingers, pushing those thick, black digits deeper into my tight hole. I circled my hips causing those rough fingers to swirl around inside of me. It felt amazing.
"More," I moaned. "I want more." I was totally lost in the feeling. I didn't know what I was saying. My two buddy's were just innocently lotioning up my asshole after shaving it when their fingers accidentally slipped inside of me, and here I was finding pleasure in it. What was wrong with me?
Darius chuckled, "What a greedy little jock." Suddenly, he jammed three fingers in along side Trevon's one. I cried out at the sudden stretch, but the pain gave way in a moment. Trevon's one finger was curved around and was pressing against a spot that had me seeing stars. Meanwhile, Darius's three fingers were furiously pumping in and out of me.
"Oh Oh Oh Oh, " I was moaning every time Darius' fingers made Trevon's press into that spot. I knew I had to stop or else. I almost felt like I was gonna cum, but that wasn't possible. I had never heard of a guy spurting just from having his asshole teased. I wanted to tell them to stop, but I was long past being able to form words. My eyes were rolled back and my tongue was hanging out of my mouth and licking against Malik's shaft through his sweatpants. I was making noises I had never heard come out of my mouth. My nipples were hard, and after having been played with for the last hour, they were cherry red and sticking out about an inch.
"Fuck, Mikey, you should see yourself," Trevon said absent-mindedly. But the moment he said it, it was like a light bulb went off above Darius's head.
"Yeah. Fuck. That's such a good idea. Mickey, do you want to see your little hole? You should really check out this smooth pink boi pussy. You ever looked at your little puck, Mikey? I think you should. Maybe if we show it to you, you'll know how to fix it. Maybe the problem is that you've never seen your own pretty pussy up close."
"Ok," I stammered out. I couldn't imaging how they were going to show me my tiny puck, but I also couldn't really concentrate on what they were saying; i was singularly focused on those thick black fingers stretching out my straight, teen hole. After all the afternoons spent spanking my puck after school, how had I never thought to put a finger in my puck? I was so grateful that this unfortunate accident had shown me a new form of relief.
"Here, Mikey. I've got an idea. I'll take some pictures of it, and then you can look at the pictures. Winston, let go of his legs, and go get my phone to snap a few pictures of this sweet pink hole."
Winston let go of my legs and went to fetch the phone. The two sets of hands inside of me stopped moving, but they didn't take their fingers out. Frustrated that they had stopped feeding me their fingers over and over, I clenched my spasming boy hole around the fat fingers up inside of me and huffed. I'm sure I must have looked like a petulant toddler. Here I was again being inches away from some sort of release, only to be told no again. How man times was I going to get close to that feeling -- the feeling of being close to cumming with my ass -- only to be denied. It was driving me mad to be brought up to the edge over and over again.