Clyde was a raw boned boy with long legs and a square jaw. His temples flexed every time he chewed gum. His back seemed unnaturally long and his tight small ass seemed to hang miles away from his narrow neck. Hoss was a body builder from Mississippi and had an impressive cock. It hung from his lean physique like a willow branch from its trunk.
Clyde was the pitcher and Hoss was the catcher. They had been recruited for the Blair Military School's baseball team. They were some of the best and were already on varsity in their sophomore year.
They shared a dorm room at the end of the athletic dorm building that insured them privacy and an elevated status on campus. The sounds of Shnia Twain filtered down through the acoustic tile ceiling and over they still developing bodies. The walls were the color of old white briefs that had been long stained with dry sperm. The floor was covered with brown speckled carpet that had felt the bear dancing feet of pre-teens for a decade. The feet of guys dancing n the freedom home and the identity they left behind. The room smelled of old gym socks, microwave pop corn and Perri Ellis calone. The air was heavy with tension, sex and musk.
Every night the routine was the same. Clyde would strip to his boxer briefs and socks, then settle down at the desk under the extra bunk and study Latin. Hoss would strip down to absolutely nothing and wrap a towel around his waist, then head out to the showers. Upon his return, he would hang the towel over the closet door and begin examining his naked body in the mirror.
Hoss lived in the gym but never took steroids. He was built but not in a cartoon way. He often shaved his body before competitions, but he had not had one in a month, so his body hair was short, thin and brown. He moved his hands over his full body tan and fingered his muscle definition and exposed veins. One particularly sexy vein ran from his rib cage to the right side of his navel and then wide to his hip. It did a hard left turn towards his penis and disappeared near where pubic hair should be and reappeared on his penis where it split and Y'ed into fifteen driftnet lines. The lines decorated his shaft like the grazing in fine marble.
He had no problem touching his own prick in front of Clyde. He would heft the tan circumcised meat with one hand and his ball sack with the other. Clyde would watch every move knowing that once Hoss had his eyes on his own body, a bomb could go off and it would not distract him.
Clyde examined the naked, perfect body only five feet away from him and felt his own dick through his shorts. Once the lights out warning was given, Hoss would move to the dresser right beside Clyde's chair. He would let his naked hip brush against Clyde's naked shoulder. He would reach for a pair of high rise briefs and walk back to the mirror to put them on. He would reach to the floor and step into them. This gave Clyde a great view of his spread butt cheeks, his pink pucker, and his swaying balls from behind.
Hoss would slip into bed and wait for Clyde. Clyde would stand and turn off his light over the desk that was mounted to the underside of the extra bunk. He would slip off his boxer briefs and put them in the dirty clothes basket on the floor of his closet. He stayed bent over longer than you might expect.
Then he would turn to adjust his bed sheets with his feet still on the floor. This gave Hoss a great view of Clyde's nude frame from his tits to his knees. Clyde's long slender dick hung only inches from Hoss's lips. Hoss would run his eyes over the flesh at his side and get hard in seconds. That long dick and the way his balls hung away from his body excited him. The smell of his crotch was faint but unmistakable.
Clyde would jerk off in the showers in the morning. His erection stuck out from his lean belly at a ninety degree angle. His ball sack hung off it like pants on a wash line. A good half inch of cock could be seen on the backside of his hanging balls. When he played with himself, he would spread out his fingers to make contact with almost all of his meat and then hook his pinky finger behind his balls and stimulate his lowest half inch. It was quite a sight. His balls would swing like the rags in an automatic car wash. His circumcised red head would strain against his tugs. His sperm would fly from his slit like a rain-bird lawn sprinkler.
Finally after spending time adjusting his sheets, Clyde would jump flat footed and land on his bare ass in bed. He would sleep in the raw and Hoss would sleep with his left hand under his briefs and on his erection. Hoss would hit the light switch and then lick his fingers and roll his bulbous red head until he climaxed in a sock.
This went on every night, night after night during their sophomore year. The sexual tension was so high, it is a wonder the sheets didn't get pregnant.
The next year was more of the same. It was great to examine each other's body from the development that the summer had brought. Clyde was even taller and now basically had no butt. Hoss was thicker in his chest and squarer in his shoulders. He was even more lean than normal and the texture of muscle fibers stood prominent on his tits and upper arms. He had had a competition just before school started, so everything was shaved, even his pubic hair.
Everything was back to normal. That is, until Andrew showed up.
Andrew was not really a baseball player but he was a great pinch hitter and a great pinch runner and the school needed both. He was more interested in swimming. He was short, thin, and only 13. His chest was so well developed that it looked out of place on such a young body. His dick was a handsome seven and a quarter inches, which is not that big for a 16 year old like Hoss but on this tiny four foot eleven inch frame it looked massive. Andrew knew he looked good naked and so spent most of his time that way.
It was two weeks into school when Andrew moved in. He needed a military haircut, military discipline and had to get rid of the tongue ring. Clyde and Hoss helped him get squared away and it was bedtime. Andrew did not know their ways yet so long before bedtime he shed his clothes and stepped into a fresh pair of cotton running Shorts, an oversized wife-beater, and climbed into the extra bunk.
When Hoss arrived, he gave his show and Clyde watched. Andrew watched Clyde watching Hoss. The same thing went on with Clyde giving Hoss his nightly show. Andrew was in perfect position to watch both without out lifting his head off his pillow.
The second night, Andrew forgot about the shorts and just wore his wife-beater. The third night, he went for a shower when Hoss did and wore only flip flops and carried a bar of soap and hand towel. His dick flopped in rhythm to his steps as he strode down the long hall o the showers. Once in their he stood naked at the urinal trough and checked out the other older dicks. He liked he view immensely. He eyed a younger undeveloped boy right beside him checking him out so he rolled back his foreskin and turned slightly to he kid. He watched a black boy on the other side of him lift his towel and unfold a thick beer can dick and piss in a hard twisted stream. He found a place to wait for his shower in the crowded bathroom that was right between the sink and the door. Every person that come in saw his dick first and any one passing in thr hall got a good look at the equipment and the jewelry that dangled from it. Everyone that passed by had to brush up against the young naked body. He was getting the attention he so desperately needed.
After his shower he dripped down the hall and dried in front of the mirror for his roommates to see. But Clyde did not see him, only Hoss, and Hoss only saw Hoss.
The fourth night, Andrew went early to the showers and was back before Clyde was even done with homework. Andrew pulled a towel off the shelf and began slowly patting his naked flesh with the soft cloth. He was hoping they were both looking but could not be sure. He finally finished and donned his wife-beater and climbed into bed. Hoss gave his show and Clyde gave his.
Andrew could not take it any longer. Before Hoss could turn out the lights, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and asked, "What's going on between you two?" The guys looked perplexed. "Why don't you just fuck each other and get it over with?"
Clyde replied, "Because we're not gay."
Andrew shook his head, "Gay, straight what the fuck? I don't care what you call it just perv each other and go to sleep satisfied for once."
Hoss looked at the way Andrew's shirt had ridden up on his body and his dick was hanging over the side of the bunk. Hoss asked, "what is that on your dick?"
Andrew knew he was trying to change the subject but answered anyway. "It's called a Prince Albert. It's jewelry. Don't you have any?"
Hoss jumped out of bed and stepped to the gold ring. Hoss was obviously unaware of his erection tenting under his high rise briefs as he flicked the ring with his thumb.
"Are you trying to get me hard?" Andrew asked.
Hoss went red with embarrassment and his dick slipped down in size and the tip hung out his leg hole. They discussed his decoration and how he had it pierced through the foreskin of his dick and how it felt and how it kept his attention on his sex, where it should be for any normal thirteen year old.
Hoss went back to bed and Andrew said again before lights went out. "You two have it bad for each other and you don't even know it. Just climb in the same bed and do it. I won't tell. I'll even sleep in the hall if you want privacy."
Neither boy responded. Hoss flicked the switch and they just lay awkwardly in the utter darkness in silence. Questions of each others bodies, feelings and the big question of weather the three of hem could ever keep such a secret raced around their brains like ratcheting noise makers. Clyed dreamed of Hoss' dick and Hose dreamed of Hoss' dick.
A few nights later came the weekend. The three of them started playing cards. They dealt out five cards and used quarters to bet. Andrew was losing every hand. It was his belief that they were cheating.
All three of them sat cross-legged on the floor, ready for bed. Clyde was naked except for a pair of short socks and took three cards on the draw. Hoss was in his green briefs and took two cards. Andrew was in his wife beater with his cock and balls in full view and his Prince Albert touching the carpet. He took one.
They again bet and the pot was up to three dollars. Andrew lost again. "Guys, I have to quit. I don't have any more money. If you want to play for spanks we can do that but I'm out of cash."
The other two boys looked at each other, "Spanks?" they thought. They looked questioningly at each other and shrugged.
Andrew said again, "Spanks." This time he motioned in the air the international sign for masturbation and explained. "The person with the worst hand strokes the person with the best hand. We keep playing until everyone has had four orgasms."
They began to discuss the results of being caught. Andrew stood and locked the door, wedged the chair under the locked knob and peeled off his shirt. "Now no one will catch us." As he sat he snapped Hoss's waistband and said, "Take them off mother-fucker."
The three of them were naked, cross legged and completely exposed. It was Andrew's turn to deal, "for this entire set of rounds nothing is wild and it is play what you're dealt, seven card stud."
Clyde had a pair of eights, Hoss had trash with a queen high. Andrew had trash with a ten high. He did not hesitate. He reached over to Clyde's dick and stroked twice and then said, "Get hard".
Clyde leaned back on his arms and opened his legs around the pile of cards. He kept trying to look at the faces of his two admirers but lost concentration and went back to his clinched teeth, locked jaw expression. Clyde felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. He knew that he wanted to be jerked off and had thought about it often as he jerked himself in the shower. He let his head fall so far back that only his Adams apple was visible from the perspective of the other two boys. He flexed his tight stomach and Hoss got wood just watching. Hoss was jealous of only two thing on Clyde's body. His extremely low fat percentage and his long member. Right now he was seeing both.
In seconds Clyde shot his load and it landed in his pubes. A few drops landed on Andrew's hand and he just wiped it off on the carpet and dealt another hand. Clydes face looked like he had just run the mile. His gasps sounded high and feminine and his stomach and chest rappelled with the after shock of waves that cascaded over his raw unclothed soul.
Men are not supposed to show emotion in front of other men. He had just showed his deepest darkest emotions ever. He had just been jerked by another guy and loved it. All pretenses were gone and his inner sex machines was joining with his inner child and longing for more right then.
The cards were delt again. This time Andrew won and Clyde lost. Andrew leaned back on his hands but kept his legs crossed. Clyde looked at Hoss and then at Andrew. He looked back to Hoss who nodded to Andrew's dick impatiently. Clyde went to work.
The tall skinny raw boned boy took hold of the plump thirteen year old dick the same way he had always did his own but the pinky under the balls were stimulating his taint. The thick golden ring on the underside of his foreskin hung out from the erection to expose a peek at the eye of his rod. His loose balls swung up and down with every stroke. He made no attempt to cover his pleasure or his satisfaction. He moaned loudly and often and from time to time helped guide Clyde's hand and once even reached over to Clyde and fondled his half hard for no reason.
Andrew had not gotten off in the week since he had arrived at Blair military school. He was ripe for the harvest. He knew that eventually they would do something like this and he wanted to have a big load to show these older boys.
Hoss watched the young balls ride up and down with every stroke. Hoss fingered his own gland unconsciously while gazing gape-mouthed at the seven inch wonder. In under two minutes Andrew unloaded. His milk flew in measured loads onto the cards and onto Hoss' leg. Clyde seemed happier doing Andrew than he did about being done.
The next hand, Hoss won and Andrew and Clyde had trash with only jacks high. It was decided they would both do Hoss together.
Hoss lay out on the floor and Andrew and Clyde took sides. They put one hand high and the other boy put his low. They worked up a rhythm and got him going in no time. With Andrew's free hand, he moved Hoss's right hand to his young dick. Then Andrew reached over Hoss to Clyde's dick and moved it to touch Hoss's other hand. Hoss wrapped his fist around it in response.
Their they lay. Three naked bodies on the brown carpet with two hands on Hoss and both of Hoss' hands on each of the others flopping members. Three sets of grunts, three erectors and three sets of slapping balls. Three contorted faces and no one cared that the other was looking. They were getting quite used to the idea of handling each others penises.
Hoss let out a gasp and a silent tear rolled down his cheeks to his ears. He had apparently just jerked it in the shower thirty minutes before, so it took awhile, but they got him off. The smell of manhood was strong in the air and the boys held true to their word and went until each one had had at least four creams.
Around midnight they crawled through the smell of arm pits and semen and into their respective beds and fell asleep.
Come morning, they all three went for a shower and never spoke of the pleasure the night before.
It was Saturday night and Andrew went into his routine showing off his body and walking to and from the shower naked. Hoss did his thing and Andrew and Clyde did not hide their attraction. They sat up and stared at the boy.
Then came the signal for lights out and Clyde gave a longer than usual show and then as the lights went out he asked the other two, "You want to jerk off tonight?"
No answer was given; only the sound of squeaking bunks and moaning guys.
It was Monday night and Hoss had left for his shower. Andrew jumped down to the floor beside Clyde. He was naked and erect. He asked Clyde, "It takes Hoss nine minutes to shower and it take six minutes to give head. What do you think? Are you up to it?"
Clyde sat motionless for a minute and said, "I've never given head. You would have to show me what to do." Andrew just stood their waiting for him to get up off the chair. Instead he turned to look at the cock that was right at eye lever and saw how the study light was shining right down the gap of his foreskin caused by the weight of the Prince Albert. Andrew saw his eyes drawn to the erection and said, "you can touch it you know. You can touch anything on my body after the other night." With that Andrew draped a arm over Clude's shoulder and onto his tit. He tugged it gently and then rolled it in his fingers. Clyde winced slightly and then said, I like that. You should do that a lot.
The 13 year old naked horn dog led the 16 year old virgin to Hoss's bed and tugged down his shorts for him. His handsome seven and a half inches sprung out and flopped once against Andrew's face. Andrew bent in and kissed the long thin meat as it inflated to full height.
As the pole stood out to point at Andrew's lips, the thirteen year old took note of the way Clyde's balls hung. They were like laundry on a line. He just had to have some of that so he slipped his tongue to the extra half inch that hid between the hanging ball sack and his warm crotch. Clyde shivered with excitement and ran his fingers through Andrew's hair.
Clyde enjoyed this position. He ran his eyes over the narrow shoulders and down to the horizon of his butt crack that lay near the carpet. He liked seeing the young pink tongue probing under his scrota and his nose resting on the top of his rod. He wondered how his dick smelled up close. Then Andrew let go for a minute.
He lay Clyde in Hoss' bed and Andrew went to his long pole and gave exquisite pleasure. He began with the apple colored gland and traced the hot flange with his tongue. He worked the tip of his tongue into the cleavage of his gland and finally into his piss slit. He inhaled the helmet shaped head into his mouth and his tongue ran laps around the warm moist head.
Andrew slowly drank in the tube fraction by fraction. He ran down the veins and felt each new bump on that long meat with his lips first, then his tongue, and finally his cheeks and pleat. He swallowed the penis down his throat thinking just how much like a broom handle it was. He worked it until he could feel the pubes with his lips. He never gagged or coughed. He just swallowed like a pro.
He sucked down hard and could feel hairs tickling the inside of his nose and then as he blew he could see the pubes move with his breath. He began to hum in a low soft tone and ever so slightly hump the shaft into and out of his throat. He hummed louder and louder until it felt like a vibrator on his dick.
Now Andrew gave it the full penetration treatment. He slurped and sucked as he raised his face away from the skinny stomach and pointy hip bones. He heaved and gulped as he went back down.
He rode the shaft in full length swallowing all the way to the naked body with every thrust. Andrew could feel Clyde's hands coming closer to his face and wondered if he was going to cast him off his new toy.
He did not. He instead placed the index finger of each hand under his balls and masturbated that extra half an inch of shaft next to his taint.
Only three gulps like that and the skinny sixteen year old trembled with pleasure. Andrew could feel the sperm flash up the erection and down his throat. Andrew did not think that much of the taste of sperm and hated the feel of the microscopic balls of sperm when they clung to his teeth. He was content to let the sperm fly down his throat without contact to his tongue or teeth.
Clyde went limp in Andrew's mouth and Andrew just kept it there and started sucking again. Clyde shoved him away and covered his hot prick. He gripped it as if to try to put out a fire and rolled on his shapeless ass from one hip to the other. Finally Andrew could see he was crying.
"Hey man. What went wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Clyde shook his head and said, "No dude, it was great! I never felt anything so great. I screwed Mary Sue Alston a few times last month but it was nothing like this. Thank you. Great day in the morning, Thank you!"
With that he sat up on the edge of the bed and saw Andrew's half hard hanging like the handle on a cane and the foreskin pointing to the ground like an arrow. He leaned forward and kissed the shaft with closed lips.
Andrew moved away. "Thanks for the thought but you need to leave. Hoss is due back here in seconds and I need to eat him the same way I just ate you. If I'm going to get him softened up to the point where he fucks you, I need to get this work done." He kissed Clyde on the lips and handed him his white boxer briefs. "Now go ask someone for help with Latin or something."
Clyde did not know why he was taking orders from a thirteen year old but he was. He stepped into the under shorts and then some sweatpants to cover the moist lump he was carrying. As he opened the door to leave, Hoss opened it knocking Clyde's knuckles with the knob.
Clyde stepped out and Hoss stepped in. He let his towel fall like always to revel his all over tan and his closely shaven ass. He began to preen in front of the mirror when Andrew stepped between the mirror and the nude body builder.
"I want to show you something. Lay down in your bunk."
Hoss did and immediately realized that his bunk was warm. "Do you feel it? Do you feel the sex on your sheets? Do you feel the moisture under your ass where sex has just been deposited? I just gave Clyde the best sexual experience of his life and I want to do the same for you. What do you say, he-man? Are you up for it?"
Hoss just knew he was going to get a really good hand job. He relaxed and just said, "Go for it, stud!"
Hoss closed his eyes as Andrew began handling his junk. Andrew decided to not kneel on the floor like he did with Clyde. He instead got into bed with Hoss and knelt between his legs. Hoss complied by opening up his knees.
Andrew then let a drop of spit go and land on the plum-colored, circumcised head. He worked the spit around and the dick came to life and stood its full six inches even. Andrew was taken by the view of his hairless, plump erection. He handled him for a long time before he took the first inch into his mouth. As he swallowed the head into the warm waiting lips, Hoss sprung to life looking down at his nude erection. It was warm and moist and he wanted to know why.
He asked, "What are you doing? Are you a fag? Did you do this to Clyde?" And "Why are you doing this?"
With the last question Andrew looked up at the red-faced, corn-fed boy and answered, "Because if I didn't take the head in my lips I could never do this." And he swallowed it into his waiting throat and began the humming.
Hoss reacted vocally. He gasped and shouted, "Ga ga ick shit, Shit, SHIT!!!" and a variety of other half-grunted words. Andrew lifted the muscular legs up and parted his ass cheeks. He gathered some of the saliva that was dripping down the creases of skin on each side of the shaved ball sack and used the slobber to wet and lube his fingers.
It seemed too soon to penetrate this ginger-colored ass, but he could give a good pucker massage. He moved three fingers around the pink pucker and then back to the balls for more wetness. He hummed and slurped, stroked and sucked. The verbal affirmations were coming out more often but not so loud anymore.
"Ba ga suck fuck shit tat tat tits caaaaaa!"
Andrew looked up to see Hoss sucking on his middle finger of his left hand while jerking his left erect nipple with his right hand. It was like it was a micro sized dick attached to his chest. He made love to his nipple like most people would their prick. His sounds came out garbled around the inserted finger and he was drooling.
Andrew went into too full shaft stimulation and rode the plump rod from bald stomach to plumb shaped head. It only took about fifteen of the full length rides to make the guy cum.
Once again it went into his throat and bypassed the tongue and teeth. With the last load of sperm Andrew could not resist it, so he slipped in one finger to the first knuckle to the wall of first resistance up the pink sphincter.
Hoss was released. Andrew sat up to watch the face of a satisfied customer. Hoss looked satisfied with his chest heaving and his heart beating out of his chest and his mind trying to keep up with all the new feelings, but instead the well tanned body said, "Do it again!" and hooked Andrew by the neck and pulled him quickly down to the uninflated manhood. "And what ever you were doing to my ass, do it again. That was beautiful!"
Andrew went to the limp snake and flicked it as he pried open the clenched butt cheeks. Andrew was feeling a little tired but kept going. Neither of the boys noticed when Clyde came back in, but he was there watching. As the two of them got a rhythm going, Clyde pulled over the study chair and lowered his pants. He took out his own recently converted log and watched the object of his affection getting closer and closer to the edge.
Hoss was now bucking Andrew's face and Andrew was taking every inch of the boy without complaint. Hoss was breaking a sweat and Andrew's drool was soaking the mattress behind that brown ass. Andrew decided he had to put him over the edge or they would be there all night. So he took two fingers and slowly fed them into the open ass. He worked them deeper and deeper as he hummed and thrusted.
With little resistance, he made it to the nut sized pleasure hidden deep inside of the ass. He ran his finger around it in a counter-clockwise fashion and then pressed on it. He could taste ooze as he pulled away from the base of the rock hard shaft. Another nut stimulation and a squeeze of his two hanging nuts and a hard suck on his shaft and he came in buckets. Every buck brought another lump down Andrew's throat.
As their two bodies rested, they heard a slapping sound. They looked to their side and found Clyde watching and stroking at the same time. Andrew quickly climbed off of Hoss and clamped onto Clyde. One, two, three, four and the fifth trip to his pubes and down his throat the lava flowed.
The guys sat naked and instead of just going to bed and pretending that nothing happened, like Clyde and Hoss wanted to do, Andrew made them stay up and rehearse what had happened and what they liked best.
As they discussed it, all three boys were getting hard again. Andrew explained that the only thing better than a hum job was a butt fuck. He pointed out that Hoss's bed was soaked and they would need to share Clyde's bunk tonight. When they agreed Andrew pointed out that if they were still horny, they could butt fuck after he had gone to sleep.
Of course Andrew only pretended to sleep. After a long time of laying in the same upper bunk naked and snuggled up against each other, the gasps and squeaks of good old American fun were seeping through the darkness. Clyde and Hoss had found love.