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Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-12
Recap of Parts 1 through 11
It has been over two-years since my buddies pulled my pants down in the fort behind Tom's house and John jerked me off. They just wanted to see me or anyone cum. I am Paul -- at that time a lanky 13-yearold in the throes of puberty and all that involves. The other guys in our close group of four remain the same; Tom, John and Greg. Sometimes a fifth friend Carl enters into the story. We are all either 16 or getting close to that birthday. I am now 5'10" and weigh 155-pounds. Tom is about 5'9", weighs about 150 --pounds of muscle and now plays football for his Catholic high school. John is 5' 11", weighs 150-pounds and continues to be the most driven for success guy I have ever met. John and I are in the same year of public high school and at the same school. Greg is about 5'7", weighs about 145-pounds and is a year behind John and me at the high school. We all still hang together as much as time allows.
Tom got a scholarship to Our Lady Queen of Bingo (our name) for sports. He loves being on the football team. A van picks him up and drops him back Monday through Friday. It is an all boys' high school. He says the teachers, called brothers, are guys that are part of a large group of single men who have dedicated their lives to the church but are not priests. The brothers are demanding and mean.
Carl is at the public high school in the same year as Greg. He stands about 5'9" and weighs about 150-pounds. He is a loner except for his on and off interactions with the four guys. His dad died a little over a year ago. Carl found him sitting at the breakfast table with his head back and mouth open. I know he thinks he has to be the man of the house but he is also a kid.
On the Saturday following John and me (Paul) going to Tom's first Friday night home football game, the four close buds got together for a ping pong tournament where I, Paul, as the big loser, had to be the naked bitch helping John empty his balls while the other guys watched and teased. Right after John unloaded on my chest, Tom and Greg pulled their underwear down and jacked-off. I did the same. I noticed Tom had no pubes. All Tom said was football initiation. The event ended with the guys committing to a Bitch Pool Tournament in two weeks at Greg's.
On Sunday, I had to get more information on the football initiation. Tom told me all about the embarrassing ceremony as we walked to the playground where we saw Carl sitting on the ball diamond side of the backstop. We were surprised to find Carl jerking his dick. The surprise ended with Tom and me chasing Carl down and helping him to get a big load out of his nuts. The three guys walked back together to our street. I encouraged Carl to spend more time with the guys as he continued down the street beyond my house.
The following Saturday was raining, which really did not matter because I had chores and homework. Home alone as usual on Saturday, I did my chores including cleaning the bathtub and shower in my briefs. I had just finished my chores when Carl showed up. Carl tackled me as I changed my briefs and started to put on my jeans. Carl jacked me off. When he moved, I sat on him and jacked him off through his fly and inside his boxers. As Carl wiggled out from under me he licked my dick and ass. As he left, he asked if he could get to and from school with John and me because some guys were harassing him.
John and I teamed up with Carl for the ride to and from school. Carl was not harassed that first week as far and John and I knew. Our Saturday Bitch Pool Tournament was bad luck for John and a super time for the rest of us. John begged for a double or nothing coin flip. John lost. Tom was the big winner and really put john through a humiliation, shooting cum all over John's face and head. Because of the double or nothing loss, Greg and I got to jack-off on John and then Tom jacked John off. John opened his mouth to moan as he shot his load and some of Tom's jism dripped in his open mouth. There were no clean-ups till the end. The next Poker Bitch Tournament was scheduled for early November.
After school on Thursday, Carl got pushed into the boy's lavatory by two guys, where they were met by a bully named Dean and another of his goons. They stripped Carl and demanded oral sex from him to get his clothes back. Carl nipped the end of Dean's dick as he tried to push it into Carl's mouth. That resulted in Carl getting held while Dean punched him a few times. They wrote graffiti all over Carl with the word `QUEER' on his forehead. John and I got him cleaned up at my house. I told Tom about the event.
Carl, John and I went to Tom's Catholic High School Football game Friday evening. Some of the guys from the team told Carl they believed Dean needed a lesson. On Saturday night, Dean was left at the entrance to the school as the Homecoming Dance let out tied, naked, with graffiti on his body and the word `Bully' on his forehead.
There was a lot of gossip about Dean at school but nothing tied Carl or the rest of us to Dean's embarrassment. Carl invited John, Tom and I (Paul) to his house for lunch and fun. He surprised the three of us by giving us blowjobs for being more than friends. Carl showed us an anonymous letter which included a picture of Dean, which explained why and what needed to happen now.
Carl reached out to Dean to tell him he forgave him for bullying him. They are becoming friends to the point that Carl had Dean spend the night at his house. Greg was the big loser at Bitch Poker Tournament, which resulted in him blowing Tom and getting three loads of cum on his body; one his own load. Greg needed a shower but had to finger himself in the shower in front of the guys.
Dean and Carl are becoming sleepover friends. They did jerk-off together at the sleep over. Dean explained what went on during the kidnapping.
John and I (Paul) sucked each other off one afternoon before Christmas. On Christmas night I spent the night at John's because his grandma was extremely ill in the hospital and he was alone at home. He came to our house the next night. After we talked about what we hoped would happen at the New Years Eve Party, I gave a BJ to John pretending to be Sarah, the girl John likes.
John spent a couple of nights at my house because of his hospitalized grandma right after Christmas. We had a huge storm. Tom, Greg, John and I went to the movies where I was sure I saw Tom and Greg getting very friendly.
After making money shoveling snow, John and I played Skeeball for a BJ. John lost and gave me a great blow job but upset me by shoving a finger up my ass.
The New Years Eve Party was great. The guys were excited because the girls were very attentive. Mary made me cum just to see me shoot but she said I was a great guy. The sleep over was fun. We all got to cum on Dean, which made him say he had joined our brotherhood.
Moving Forward with Chapter 12
After the winter break, it seemed that we could just never get the guys together. John and I got our drivers licenses and I bought an old car that was in great condition. John, Carl, Dean and I still rode the bus because my dad did not want me to have a car at school. John got a job working a few hours a week cleaning up job sites for his uncle. Carl was busy a couple of evenings and Saturday bagging groceries. I got a job busing tables at an Italian restaurant four hours Friday night and 8 Hours on Saturday. With work and school, we just did not have group time.
Mary and I double dated with John and Sarah a few times for movies or school sock-hops. Dating was limited to Sunday afternoons and early evenings most of the time. With me driving and four of us in the car in the day light, intimacy was limited. Mary seemed to get a kick out of rubbing my hard-on through my pants while I was driving with John and Sarah in the back seat. When I would try to get her to stop, she would whisper her willingness to take my dick out to show Sarah how I shoot. More than once she made me cum in my pants. She would giggle about the wet spot on my jeans.
Spring came and the weather was almost hot. School was going to end in just a couple of weeks so that meant everyone was focused on upcoming finals. As I parked in front of our house after work on a Friday evening in early June, Tom walked up to the side of the car. "Hey Paul it has been ages. It seems like none of us have time anymore to be the guys. That has to change. My uncle has a small farm thirty some miles away. He leases out the fields so it is just his hideaway from his job a weekend a month. He says I can have a group of guys up for a long weekend as soon as school is out. We will use what was the bunk house. Three guys from my school will come but I want you, John, Greg and Carl to come too. It will just be a guy's vacation."
I was excited just thinking of the fun we could have. My response eager but not a final answer; "It sounds great but I have to ask my folks and see if I can get the time off."
Tom was quick to add; "You are the last on my list. The others are in and talking who will bring what. Let me know ASAP. You have to be there. Oh, I almost forgot, bring a sleeping bag and swim suit. There is a stream that has a deep pond on the property. We need you and your car. One of the guys from my school will drive his car but we need you and your car to get us all there with our stuff."
We said our good nights as we man-hugged after I locked my car. I just had to get permission and some time off work.
To my total surprise, my parents said yes without a lot of questions. Dad said he thought it was very important to maintain my friendships. Mom said she would coordinate with Tom's mom about food and drinks but would certainly make sure none of us were hungry. Saturday evening I asked the owner of the restaurant if I could get the time off. He said yes because he had two weeks to make sure my duties were handled. I ran to Tom's house on Sunday after church to tell him I could go and drive. Tom said we would leave from his house Thursday, the week school ended, early afternoon and be back on Monday afternoon.
I talked to john and Carl at the bus stop on Monday morning. They were glad I would be going. John's mom had told Tom's mom she would send spaghetti and garlic bread for one dinner. Carl's mom was going to send a lot of breakfast stuff and some pop. Once we got to school, Greg searched me out at my locker to say his grandma was sending deserts and more pop. None of us knew the guys going from Our Lady Queen of Bingo but thought they were probably teammates of Tom. Wow just eight 16-17 year old guys having a super time to celebrate the beginning of summer.
Mary and I studied together at her house Tuesday and Wednesday evenings for Finals, which started on Friday morning. Wednesday evening, Mary's mom and dad left for the 7:00 pm movie about 6:30, which was just after I got to her house. We studied hard because a bad grade on a Final would mess up a half-year of good grades. A little after 9:00 pm, we just could not study anymore. Mary got us a snack and we sat on the couch, which quickly led to making out. After rubbing me for a couple of minutes, Mary unzipped my pants and freed my cock. I was concerned her mom and dad would be home any second but she smiled and engulfed my cock with her mouth. A couple of quick bobs of her head and I warned her I was going to cum. She did not even pause but bobbed even faster as she fondled my balls. She swallowed every drop just as the headlights of her parent's car turned into the drive. I quickly put my cock in my pants and grabbed my books. I was still breathing hard when Mary opened the front door to see me out. All the way home, I thought I was an idiot because I did not even unfasten Mary's bra and only lightly rubbed her pussy through her panties when I put my hand under her skirt. I don't think I said anything. Not even a thank you. I was in total shock.
Exams were over. I was thrilled with my grades. John and Carl were very happy. Dean did well but got a B- on his Chemistry Final, which he found a problem. I made sure to see Mary as she emptied her locker into a box. She leaned to whisper she loved that I was so sweet. I still did not know what to say about the blowjob. It no longer mattered. The school day ended at noon Wednesday and everyone rushed for the exits. I put Mary's box of stuff in her dad's car. She squeezed my ass and gave me a quick kiss.
Thursday we met at Tom's. The weather was clear with the temperature in the low 80's. My mom insisted on riding the 100 yards from our drive to the front of Tom's house. I did not need to be embarrassed because John's mom, Carl's mom and Greg's grandma were all there. The three guys from Tom's school drove up just as we were finishing the packing of my car. Bob, Sam and Scott introduced themselves to us and to the moms. Everyone laughed that we had enough food for a month not 4 nights. Tom gave me a map and directions. He would ride with the guys from his school. After hugs and handshakes all around the guys loaded up and we started for the farm.
In just under an hour we were parked in front of a long one story building at the farm. The buildings located around the yard included the main old two-story farmhouse with a wraparound porch and what looked like a large attic dormer, a large barn that needed a coat of paint, the bunk house and a few smaller out buildings.
Tom yelled, "Before we explore, let's get all this shit into the bunk house and put away."
It only took a few minutes to get everything inside. The entry door open into a very large room that served as the living room, dining area and kitchen. The bathroom had two stalls, a trough urinal and a little shower room with four shower heads on a single pole in the center. It looked like two bedrooms off the end of the living room but the doors were closed.
Before anyone could venture into the bedrooms, Tom laid out some rules; "My uncle would like the bedrooms and the house to be off limits. The beds in the rooms are made-up for company coming the next time my uncle uses the place. He said we have to clean-up our messes so that the place looks clean and fresh, including the bathroom and shower. I figure we can divide the tasks as we go along. He told me we all need to be careful. In case of an emergency, the key to the bunkhouse opens the door to the house for a phone call."
Bob suggested we pile our sleeping bags and luggage by the bedroom doors. Greg opened a large white box meant for a dress but filled with a variety of cookies and put it in the center of the table. Everybody grabbed a drink from the refrigerator and sat around the table eating cookies and getting better acquainted.
The guys from Tom's school were very fit. Obviously they played and least one sport and probably more. Bob was 6 feet and roughly 170 pounds of teen muscle. Sam was shorter at about 5' 10" but his beefy legs suggested he weighed in the 170 to 175 pound range without an ounce of fat. Scott was the smallest of the three new guys at 5'7" and 150 pounds. Tom explained they played football together. Bob and Scott also play baseball. Scott is the fastest runner in their school.
Scott suggested we look around, starting with the barn. Carl agreed saying he had never been to a farm before. Those two were out the door and running for the barn before the rest of us could move from the table. Greg covered the cookies as the six of us left to catch Carl and Scott.
The barn was huge with a large hayloft on either end, each stretching a third of the distance of the barn. Some hay bales were in one loft and loose hay was in the other. Carl and Scott were up in the loose hay loft. John told both guys, "Get down from there. We can come back to spend more time here later. Let's find the pond."
Carl and Scott saluted John and screamed, "Yes sir!" Carl climbed down a ladder built on the wall. Scott grabbed a large rope hanging from high in the rafters and came down hand under hand with his legs held together at a 90 degree angle from his body.
"That is a strong little dude." remarked Greg.
The eight of us ran down a dirt trail, which ran away from the road and the buildings, toward a wooded area. After a few hundred yards, we could see the stream. The trail took a sharp turn through the trees. On the other side of woods a large pond with very clear water laid quietly under a late afternoon sun. The other side of the pond was tree lined with what looked like dense woods. This was a place made for boys. There was even a large tree hanging over the water with a heavy rope hanging from a branch.
Sam yelled, "Last one in the water is a rotten toilet licking, dick sucking faggot."
We all started to run towards the water, pulling our shirts off as we ran, except for Greg. Greg started toward the bunkhouse. Tom yelled at him, "Where are you going?"
"I am going to get my swim suit. I'll be right back." Greg yelled back.
"Don't worry about the suit. Swim naked or in your underwear, you are an idiot. We are all guys and no one will see us." John laughed as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shorts and briefs down in a single move. John was going to skinny dip.
Bob, Tom and Scott joined the naked swimmers. Carl, Sam, Greg and I (Paul) kept our briefs or boxers on. We all jumped or did a shallow dive into the water, which was cooler than we had imagined in the very warm early summer air. The pond was over everyone's head, except for a couple of feet around the edge. All of us were very good swimmers. The rough housing and dunking was just the start.
Carl and John seemed to be in a death roll as the churned over and over trying to push the other guy to what was sure to be a mucky bottom. With the free-for-all in full swing, I did not know at first who threw a pair of boxers toward the shore. Sam called Bob a faggot and started to swim after his floating boxers. Sam tossed the boxers onto the shore and started to swim toward Bob.
Bob swam for the rope hanging from the tree limb. Once he had it. He pulled it towards the shore, where he climbed out. Holding the rope, he backed up the little incline around the pond, his circumcised cock lying over his tight ball sack and under his dark brown pubes. Holding the rope like a vine in the jungle, he gave a Tarzan yell as he ran his very white ass towards the water. The rope gave him a ride over the clear water where he dropped with a splash. Sam was waiting like a crocodile when Bob surfaced and the water wrestling continued with two naked boys thrashing for dominance.
The rest of the afternoon the eight of us swam, swung from the rope and jumped from the overhanging tree. The concept of colored briefs did not exist. Our white tightie-whities became transparent and sagged from our bodies. By the time we were done with the swim, all eight of us were buck-ass-naked. Six of us were circumcised. Greg and Sam were uncut. By the looks of it, Sam's dick was the thickest. Although not erect, we all had a chub going. Everyone would measure up for very adequate stiff tools when a boner happened. As we got out of the water, we put on our shoes but just grabbed our clothes. The eight of us walked back to the bunk house, teasing and laughing along the way.
At the bunk house, Tom and John pulled on shorts in a commando manner (no underwear) and started to heat the dinner of lasagna and garlic bread. The rest of us went to shower. There were only 4 shower heads and six good sized guys, which meant that they pushed each other like puppies trying to get milk from their mother. John shook his dick at everyone. Bob stroked his cock to full mass and teased Scott to give it a suck. Scott turned around, bent over, pulled his cheeks apart and shook his ass at Bob. "That pin-dick isn't long enough to reach my hole. You could hump all day and I would still have a virgin ass." teased Scott.
Tom and Greg came in for a shower. Tom instructed us to get the table set with paper plates but regular silverware. We quickly got dressed and set the table. Tom and Greg finished their showers and dressed. The smell from the lasagna and garlic bread was super. Greg cut-up the broiler toasted garlic bread and piled the pieces high on two plates. Tom cut the huge tray of lasagna into eight pieces, putting the pan on a hot pad in the center of the long table. After grabbing pop from the refrigerator, we all fit at the table. Bob insisted on saying a grace which the Catholics ended with the sign of the cross along with chorus amen from all. The food was passed and the plates were filled as we joked and teased about the fun we had all afternoon. We talked about girls, school and our plans after high school. Of course the teasing somehow always had sexual overtones.
Bob said, "Tom your ass is looking a lot better than the last time we saw it. Not red at all." Tom was silent but it was easy to see he was embarrassed.
I looked at Tom and then at Bob; "What are you talking about Bob."
"You mean Tom didn't tell you he got bare ass paddled for almost failing his math mid-term exam. Brother Lu ke made him strip from the waist down, pull his shirt up and bend over Brother's desk. He told Tom he was lazy not stupid. Then he hit him on the ass 10 or 12 times really hard. He had Tom turn around to face the class and apologize for taking their learning time to get corrected. Tom had a boner from rubbing on the desk top with each swat. Brother told him his penis looked more excited about math than he did and that he should stroke himself to climax to regain his focus."
"Bob shut the fuck up." Tom retorted.
"Hey no big deal, eventually Brother Luke paddles every guy in his classes. Some guys even lose their ass to that pervert. Brother told the class to help Tom get his grade up for the final or he would draw a name to stand next to Tom for a joint paddle. Every guy in the class tutored Tom over the next 6 weeks as a team effort. It worked. Tom got an A on the final."
"It was an A-. I think Brother Luke was disappointed. Someone told me his eyes bugged out when he saw my cum shot." Tom said to close the disclosure regarding his embarrassing paddle.
John stood up and suggested, "Let's get the dinner cleaned up and the table cleared. I brought a game I learned about from my cousin. We can all play and it should be a hoot. Let's get the party started." John went over and started rummaging through his suitcase.
Seven of us pitched in and cleaned the table and the kitchen area. In only a couple of minutes, the place looked very tidy. John came back with a bottle of whiskey, four red plastic cups and a sleeve of ping-pong balls.
John set two plastic cups in a line on either end of the table. "My cousin told me the name of the game at college is Beer-Pong. He got me the bottle of whiskey so we can play with shots in the cups rather than beer. We match up in teams. Each team tries to toss or bounce ping-pong balls in the cups of the opposing team. When a ball goes in a cup, the player closest to the cup drinks the shot. When two cups are empty on one end of the table that team leaves the table and is replaced by another team. New shots are poured in the empty cups for the new game. Losers need to get other partners in an attempt to keep things even and moving. I don't have a shot glass but two fingers should do it." John explained.
Scott said, "This will be fun and maybe somebody will get really drunk. I think we should add that when you lose a game you have to remove clothes. Maybe above the waste on the first loss and below the waste on the second would work."
John said, "Good idea. Maybe naked loser has to suck a winner."
Bob interjected, "Fuck you pussies. Make it the ultimate. When two guys are naked, they are permanent partners. If they lose again, each will get fucked by the guys having taken the fewest shots. The other four get BJ's from the two while they are fucked. Nobody ever tells what happens."
Tom was very hesitant, "Getting fucked would hurt. Sucking multiple dicks would not be much better. I don't want to stick my dick in a shitty hole. I am just saying."
Bob spoke up, "I got condoms in my bag. Your dick won't touch shit. Tom you owe three of us big time for saving your ass from Brother Luke. He would have torn you up. Think of the Code we all share. Count me in."
John ran to his bag; "I got lube. Losers will have a greased butt and booze to numb the experience. This is a game not an effort to make anybody permanently gay. I'm in!"
Tom looked around and said, "Okay, I'll play. I want me a piece of someone's ass."
With Tom in, Sam and Scott indicated they would play. Greg and I looked at each other, shrugged and committed to play. Carl said okay after we were all committed. Everybody picked a partner. John/Bob, Tom/Greg, Sam/Carl, Scott/Paul (me) were ready for the games.
First, John & Bob took on Tom & Greg. At the end of that game, which Tom & Greg lost, Tom and Greg had drank a shot each and had stripped to the waist, while Bob drank one shot. No one liked the taste of the whiskey but laughed anyways.
Scott and I called dibs. We beat John and Bob. That gave Bob two shots under the belt as John and Bob stripped to the waist. Scott had sunk both our balls. I had downed one shot.
The games continued. Scott and I got beat the next round, when I got my second shot, Scott his first shot and we were stripped to the waist.
Not really sure how it happened but Greg and Scott became partners and deadly accurate with their tosses. Six of us were getting silly if not drunk. Tom was the first guy naked and Bob the second. Greg and Scott were going to fuck Tom and Bob. Tom considered reneging but Bob reminded him about the Code. The rest of us would be feeding cum to the losers.
Greg called dibs on Tom's ass as he stripped himself naked and grabbed the lube and a condom.
Scott said, "Getting Bob's hole works for me. I think you two with your tight holes should get on your hands and knees for the party to really start." Scott had his clothes off except for his briefs in an instant. Tom and Bob went to the center of the living area and took their positions but not before getting their swim towels on the floor laid out under them.
Standing in front of Bob's face, Scott slowly lowered his briefs letting his cut boner wave in Bob's face. "I thought you might like to see what is about to fuck the shit out of you. By the way, if you take my dick in your mouth, I might use more lube and shoot faster. Really doesn't matter much. You are going to be sucking dicks anyways." Bob opened his mouth and let Scott push his rod slowly to the back of his mouth till his nose was buried in Scott's pubes. Scott pulled and pushed in and out a couple of times before taking a step back.
"Hey, that's a great offer. Tom would you like it to be easier?" Greg laughed as he moved to Tom's face. "Let me skin my foreskin back so you can enjoy the head." Like Bob did with Scott, Tom took Greg's meat down to the pubes. Tom did gag a little, which seemed to give Greg great joy. "My stick a little bigger then you thought bitch?"
Greg and Scott moved to the rears of the soon to be live sex toys. After putting on condoms, they put copious amount s of lube on Bob and Tom's pink virgin holes. They were sure to use a finger to push lube in the holes and then move the fingers to get squirms and verbal reactions from both Tom and Bob.
Greg leaned in close to Tom's ear. "Paybacks are hell. Hope you are ready to lose your ass cherry. I will go slowly till you relax but you are going to tell me how good my cock feels inside of you before I cum." Greg had pulled his foreskin all the way back when he rolled on the condom. Now, he lined up the head of his spear and pressed against that puckered hole. He was surprised when the head popped in.
"Oh God my ass is on fire. Pull it out before you split me in half." Tom yelled.
Greg stopped pushing and whispered, "Relax, take a breath. I will wait for a minute for your ass to accept my big dick."
Scott had been watching Tom and Greg. Bob was gritting his teeth and squinting his eyes tightly shut. The other four guys, we just sat there with our mouths open and eyes bugged out.
Scott said, "Take a breath and relax. I don't think this will take long." He pushed his dick into Bob and found it was held tight by the warm insides of Bob's rectum. Like Greg, Scott stopped pushing.
Bob on the other hand grunted, "Agggh........Mother fuck that hurts."
I stood up and removed my pants and underwear. My stiff cock and balls were free. The other's were following my lead as I stepped in front of Tom and sank to my knees. "Get down on your elbows. Greg can push easier when you are ready. Just kiss my dick for now. I don't want any sudden pain to cause you to bite." Tom almost smiled but Greg pushed a little deeper, pulled and pushed again, which caused a wince.
Sam stood in front of Bob. He held Bob's head up and told him to open his mouth. In a second he was slowly pumping in and out of Bob's less than eager mouth. Meanwhile Scott was beginning to fuck Bob slowly but deliberately. "You better start sucking like a pro or this could take all night." Scott instructed.
Bob started sucking and slurping. Scott picked up his speed and rhythm. He bottomed out on most strokes. Bob and Sam were moaning low. Not sure if these were moans of pleasure but moans just the same.
Greg had his cock buried all the way to his pubes. He started to rock in and out. Carl came up to Tom and whispered something in his ear. Tom glanced at Carl and then took my dick in his mouth and began to use his tongue to swirl on my cock head on the up stroke. I think Greg stopped when he got close to an orgasm and would then start again. Sometimes Tom would jump as Greg moved. Greg sensed the jump was not pain but pleasure for Tom. I couldn't hold back and flooded Tom's throat with my joy juice. Only a little white cum dribble in the corner of Tom's mouth let everyone know he ate a load of jizz. I pulled out and wiped my spit wet dick and dripping cum in Tom's hair.
As Carl stepped up to take my place, Greg slapped Tom on the ass. "Remember bitch, I need to hear you tell everybody you love my big dick in your ass before I let myself cum." Greg reached around to grab Tom's dick, which was semi stiff and dripping pre-cum. He wiggled his fuck tool as he moved it in and out of Tom's ass, searching for Tom's jump spot. He found it and kept moving over it again and again, only pausing when he was getting close to his own orgasm.
Tom was sucking on Carl like he needed Carl's dick. The advantage of having got back up off his elbows meant he could rock back and forth in an attempt satisfy both friends. Dripping with sweat and now with his dick at full mast and throbbing, Tom pulled off of Carl's dick. Tom loudly said, "Greg, I love having your big dick up my ass. Now, please finish."
Sam was not to be forgotten. "Scott tell me when you are ready and we can fill Bob from both ends"
"I am almost there. Let it rip" Scott responded and thrust balls deep to unload his cum in the condom but deep in Bob's ass.
Sam gave a grunt as he looked down on Bob. "Swallow those baby makers. Then show me that empty mouth" Bob opened wide.
Scott kept his dick buried in Bob's ass but reached around to jerk off Bob as John stepped forward to fill Bob's empty mouth.
Bob and Tom seemed to be in a race to finish sucking dicks. They were both drooling as John and Carl pumped in and out of the now very tired mouths. Every now and then either Bob or Tom would gag a little on the deep thrusting mouth invaders.
John's orgasm started first, as he threw his head back and buckled at the knees sending his cum deep in Bob's throat. John pulled his still hard dick from Bob's mouth. Holding Bob's head by his hair, he cleaned his sausage on Bob's face.
Carl started to grunt as he held his cock head just inside Tom's mouth. You could tell Carl was starting to shoot in Tom's mouth. Suddenly he pulled his cock from Tom's mouth and put rope after rope of cum on Tom's face and hair.
Tom was a little distracted when Greg moaned, "I'm cumming in your ass bitch." Greg pumped fast two or three times then held himself deep. As he finally pulled out saying, "Roll on your backs bitches and jerk off, then let's get a drink."
It looked crazy seeing Bob and Tom get on their backs jerking off as the six of us watched. In a minute both guys shot loads on their sweaty chests. Six of us watching cheered. Tom got up saying, "I need a shower first. Then brush my teeth. And then, I want a drink. Come on Bob." Tom offered his hand to pull Bob to his feet.
All of us followed Bob and Tom into the showers. It was as quiet as church for a minute. All of a sudden someone farted bringing laughs from everyone. The game was over. The debt was paid.