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Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-2
Recap of Part 1
It has been almost 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 15 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.
John and I ride the public bus to our school. This gives us the chance to talk, finish homework and spend time with girls riding the same bus to the same high school. We are both virgins but continue to work for a change in that status.
Greg could ride the bus with John and me but his dad works in the area of the high school so he drives him to school. After school, Greg walks to his dad's office, gets his homework done and rides home with his dad. Greg does not have a choice in the matter but is a little sore by missing out on bus time with us and the girls.
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 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.
Moving Forward with this Chapter
John and I get off the bus at the same stop. We always walk together up to my house and then John continues to his house about a block away. Finally it is Friday. The high school kids on the bus were in real party form; laughing, teasing and yelling out the bus windows at people and kids they saw along the way.
"Wow, I am ready for the weekend. They gave two tests to us today and it is still September. I was ready but fuck, give a guy a break." John laughed. "Did you see that Steven character grab Michelle's tit? I swear I thought she would deck him. If those things get any bigger, she will have to buy an extra seat." "When I met her at camp in the 8th grade, I thought she stuffed socks in her bra." I responded. "Shit, I think she might be stealing watermelons from Nino's fruit stand now."
"Hey you want to get the guys together for some down time tomorrow. I want go to Tom's game tonight, just to see if he gets in the game. If you go, we can catch him after the game to set tomorrow and get a ride home from his dad. You in?" John said.
"I'm in, unless my mom has other plans. My house will be empty during the day Saturday. Mom works. We can play ping pong or just hang. I will leave a telephone message with Greg's grandma for him to meet at my house around 11:00. You know he won't get home tonight till after we leave for the game. We can order a pizza tomorrow but bring your own pop." I responded.
We went to Tom's game. He got in for a few plays at the end of the game. We found his dad and asked for a ride home. We had to wait for Tom to clean-up and change out of his uniform. Tom was pleased we made the effort to get to his first home game. The ride home was quick but we all committed to be at my house Saturday at 11:00.
Saturday morning I got up at the butt-crack of dawn. My mom always left a list of chores and a reminder to get my homework done. I got the list finished and sat down to do homework. About an hour into the homework I heard pounding on the side door. I ran down to find my three buds acting like clowns on the drive next to my house. John had his hands under this shirt pretending to be a big busted girl. Tom was squeezing a pretend tit while Greg was biting at the other. I let them in before any of the neighbors saw and we went to the basement.
While the guys settled in on the couches, I ran upstairs to order the pizza. Tom yelled to make it two pizzas. His dad gave him a few bucks and he was starving.
While we waited for the pizza we talked about school and girls. Tom said he made out with a girl at a party. He got his hand under her sweater and felt her boobs through her bra. Now he is worried about mandatory confession; held on Wednesday mornings before school. He couldn't remember her name but he remembered her tits.
John took control of the conversation. "You guys up for a serious ping pong tournament. It has been too long since I whipped your whining asses at ping pong."
"You have never whipped anybody at anything, Asswipe. I'll take you on with the winner getting to paddle the bare ass of the loser." Tom yelled. "I watched a guy at school get a bare ass paddling by a brother in front of the whole class. The kid was crying his eyes out and his butt was cherry red. The teacher had the kid stand next to him with his butt to the class when he was done. The brother told us that missing one homework assignment could be excused but a second time we would get the paddle. Then he made the kid turn around, still naked, with his hands behind his back and ask the class to forgive his bad behavior. The kid had snot running out his nose and his eyes were all puffy. His dick was almost hard."
Greg said, "No one is paddling my ass, here or at school. Count me in on the tournament but figure out something else for prizes."
"I'm not hot on pain, getting or inflicted. I just want a big loser and a winner. We could make it easy by you three shitheads drawing straws for big loser and me being the winner." John said, trash talking. "How about we play Bitch Pong? We play a number of ping pong games, changing partners each game. The losing team each time takes off a piece of clothing. We keep playing even if a guy has to play bare-ass naked. If a naked player loses again after getting naked, he is the big loser. The three remaining guys draw a card. High card is the winner."
"So what's the prize dick-breath?" laughed Greg.
The loser has to get on his knees and jerk-off the winner in front of the other two guys. The loser has to make comments about how happy he is to finally be a bitch, getting to play with the winners cock. The winner can rub himself to orgasm on the loser or just shoot on the loser." responded John.
"No putting a dick into a mouth or ass. Rubbing anywhere is fine. Just no penetration." said Tom.
John was quick. "Okay, unless the bitch volunteers to be penetrated. The winner can tell the winner how to position themselves. Standard 21-point games are probably too long. Let's agree on 11 for a game."
We all agreed on the game format and prize. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote out a rotation for the games. It became obvious three games would end a full rotation and yet no one might be naked. We decided to continue the rotation with a slight mix till someone had lost one beyond being naked. Since the pizza was not here, we decided to start playing.
It started with Tom and me being partners against Greg and John. The game was close but Tom and I lost and removed our shirts, just in time to here the pizza guy ring the doorbell. Nothing gets in the way of four hungry guys and a couple of pizzas.
Tom talked more about his school. For guys that had never been to parochial school it seemed barbaric. You could only go to your locker during the day before and after lunch. You had to line-up outside a classroom until the brother let you in. Then you had to stand next to your desk until the brother indicated to take your seats. Seemed like a lot of control freaks running his school. Tom said every time someone broke a rule or just messed up; they stood a good chance of getting some kind of punishment. Finally he said, "I heard that major violations may force a guy to give a blowjob or even his ass to one of the brothers or be kicked out of school." Holy shit; the three of us public school guys thought it was a prison.
Once the pizzas were devoured we continued the Bitch Pong tournament. You do not need to be bored with the results of every game. At the end of the third game, I only had pants and my briefs on my body. Tom was in the same boat as me. Greg had not lost and remained fully clothed. John lost his shirt. As we teased back and forth, it was like all the times we spent playing as we grew-up. We all knew it was time for Greg to lose.
The fourth game was very close but ended with John and me losing to Tom and Greg. Now that loss got John and me down to our briefs. The teasing from Greg and Tom was merciless. Greg, still fully clothed, and I were teamed together. That asshole even reached across and grabbed my ass. However, the treatment they gave me then was kind compared to what was to come in only a few minutes. To top it off, I was getting hard in my briefs from the teasing.
I don't know how Greg had been on the winning side of all the other games. He played like shit this fifth game. Okay, I did not play that much better but I was stressed about my situation. Greg quickly pulled off his shirt. To the cat calls and whistles from the other three guys, I slowly pulled off my briefs. My dick stood at full attention. My prick swung back and forth as we paired up for another game. Greg went over to be John's partner but gave me a wink as he smiled at my plight. Did that mother fucker lose that game on purpose? John laughed, "Your cock looks bigger than I remember."
We all played hard the sixth game. It was tied 10-10. If Tom and I won, John would be naked. The final volley went back and forth five or six times. John smashed a blazer at Tom. Tom hit it back across the net but it went wide off the side of the table. John yelled, "Guess we got our bitch." As Tom pulled off his jeans to be down to his briefs, Greg was dancing around saying he was the winner.
"Greg you are not the winner." chided Tom. "We agreed the three guys with clothes would draw with high card being the winner. Hey Bitch, it is your house so get the cards." I went to the end table by the couch, with my dick swinging and my face crimson. I brought the deck back to the ping pong table.
"Grab that blanket off the back of the couch. Put it on the floor and get your sorry ass down on your knees, while the men decide who gets you as the prize." teased Greg. Still completely boned, I did as Greg said but threw him the bird as I got to my knees. The guys laughed.
Greg cut first showing a Jack of Spades. Tom cut a 6 of Diamonds. Greg was whooping it up and grabbing his crotch saying, "Hey sweetheart, your big boy will be right over."
John seemed to be waving his hand over the deck, as if willing a great card. Finally cutting the deck, he slowly turned the cards in his hand to reveal a King of Spades. "Looks like Paul get's to help me get my rocks off. I promise I won't be as pissed as you were when I got you to cum in the fort." He came over to stand in front of me. "Please take my briefs off so you can see what you really want." I pulled his briefs down and he stepped out of them. John had a 7", fully boned, and very fat circumcised cock. Tom and Greg were standing to my right and left, watching me get humiliated. "Tell me how much you like my big dick. Isn't this the best dick you ever saw up close."
I thought my face was on fire. I was totally embarrassed. "Come on Paul; look up at your ideal man. Tell me you like my big dick." Sneered John as he looked down on me.
I looked up from my knees with my face level with his cock. "I like your big dick John." Then I surprised myself by saying; "Can I jack you off?"
"We will get there Bitch. Doesn't Paul look great worshipping my dick?"
The guys loudly agreed as they both squeezed their own pricks through their underwear. "It looks like he likes this. He sure has a big boner and look at the pre-cum dripping from his piss slit." said Tom.
"Paul lean in and take hold of my cock against your cheek so I can get a little face fuck action." I did as he asked. He quickly started pushing and pulling his cock back and forth against my cheek." His cock felt very warm as he slid it along my cheek for over a minute. "Tell me you like the feel of my cock on your face." Before I could answer he pulled his dick free. He had pre-cum all over the end of his mushroom head. "Better yet, hold your head still." He grabbed my head with both hands and dick whipped my face back and forth a few times. Finally he slowed down to target my closed lips. He spread glistening clear liquid onto my lips. Tom and Greg were laughing themselves crazy and pointing at my face. "If you liked that you will love this Tom. Lay down flat on your stomach, spread your legs. I want to play with your ass, unless you want to give me a blowjob."
"I am not sucking your dick". I quickly spread the blanket and lay down with my ass facing up and my legs spread.
Holy shit, Paul just licked his lips. He probably didn't mean too but he did. Maybe he wants another taste?" Greg interjected.
John got down between my legs and spread my cheeks to expose my asshole. "Paul this hole is really cute; all tight and pink. You guys got to look at this." Greg and Tom were down on their knees to be even closer to the action. They leaned over to see my exposed hole. All of a sudden John got down close and blew his hot breath on my sphincter. "Look his hole just twitched." John blew a few more times. Each time my hole twitched. They all laughed at my twitching asshole.
John let go of my cheeks and the other guys leaned back. Then John spit on my crack, not once but three times. My crack was slimed. John then crawled up with his body in a push-up position and his dick aligned against my crack. He started rubbing his dick up and down my crack. He let his body get down on my back. "Paul, tell me you like my dick in your crack. Tell me you really want my load on your back and crack." I looked up and forward to see Tom on his hunches with his hard dick still in his briefs but only an inch from my face.
"John, please cum on my ass." I responded as John continued to rub his cock up and down my crack. His rubbing was also causing my cock to have friction between my body and the blanket on the floor. I was not just being humiliated for my loss; I was beginning to feel my balls churn towards an orgasm. God, I don't want to cum while John humps my ass. They will never let me forget that.
John's breathing was getting ragged. He got off my back and told me to get on my knees and face him. He stood tall right in front of me. His cock was again inches from my face but it was now slick with the spit it had gathered while he rode my crack. "It's time to give this bitch a reward. Now hold still to get a real man's load. " Greg and Tom were really close at my shoulders, watching for the end results and teasing me about the cumming event. I thought for sure John was going to spray my face but he didn't. He jacked his slimy cock a few times and let out a moan. He pointed his cock at my upper chest, just as his dick let go with one, two, three and four shots of cum. My chest was drenched in his white creamy reward.
John was slowly recovering as his dick quickly deflated. My dick was still as hard as a rock. I looked over to see both Tom and Greg flopped down on the couch with their underwear around their ankles and them jacking their cocks furiously. My God, Tom doesn't have any pubic hair. I didn't touch John's cum, now running down my chest into my pubes. Instead, I grabbed my dick to follow Tom and Greg's lead. In less than a minute, Tom's 6" circumcised dick, Greg's 6" uncut dick with a purple head and I were launching our own orgasms.
John got down on his knees and used a corner of the blanket to clean himself. Although Tom and Greg had spewed somewhere in front of the couch, they both came over to use the blanket as a towel on their dripping cocks and hands. I went to the remaining unused area of the blanket to get John's cum off my body and my cum off my hand and dick.
All of us looked at each other and started laughing uncontrollably. They called me a bitch. I said they were assholes. Tom pointed out that I had a twitching asshole. I pointed out he had no pubes. "I lost them in a team initiation." We sorted out our clothes and got dressed. As we dressed we committed to a rematch in a week or two. Greg said his mom and dad would be on a cruise in two weeks and we could make it Bitch Pool at his house. The pool tournament was set.
I walked the guys up the basement stairs and out the side door. John wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Thanks for hosting this crazy time. I hope you are not mad at us. Better luck next time." When I came back in, I went down to get everything back in order. I couldn't help but to pick-up the blanket and smell each damp area. Definitely it smelled of boy sex. I put the blanket in the washer and started it up. I was thinking, just two weeks and we make someone a bitch.