I was only a freshman. My neighbor, Clive, was a junior. I jacked off while watching him from my bedroom window. His bedroom was directly across from mine and one floor down. So I guessed he thought it safe and private to leave his drapes and blinds open while he stripped naked all the time. He would lift weights naked too..and that gave me more fuel to pump my boycock until I exploded. Clive wore tight jeans bunching his package in a nice softball size mound...of course I knew what was under that denim..and smiled often thinking about it whenever I saw him in the halls. It was like my private place.....and I felt smug knowing that few knew what I knew about him. Whenever it got warm, Clive showed skin like all his other buddies, wearing torn sleeve tee shirts...or not shirt at all. He'd put on his leather jacket and hop on his cycle with his buddies.....letting the wind flow through it on his bare chest. I knew it was hot under there, his armpits sweaty, his nipples erect rubbing against the leather..and I longed to be on that bike behind him, my arms under his jacket holding onto his flesh. When we were younger, he and I used to play together. The usual games like cowboys and indians, cops and drug thiefs, or just swim in the plastic pool his Dad had in the back yard. But as we grew older, the differences in our ages separated us. I still rode a bicycle while he got his first motorcycle. I hung out at the bowling alley and McDonalds while he and his peers smoked behind the gym or in alleys somewhere. But he was mine....in those times when we were in our respective bedrooms, naked and alone...he was mine to enjoy, imagine I was touching him,holding his manhood, licking the sweat off his nipples and armpits..feeling him splash his juices all over me as I knelt obediently in front of him. One weekend I was staring down at his house and listing to the music from a party he was having. How I wished I was there..but that wouldn't happen I knew. I jacked off thinking of being there....with him. The music died down and I heard cycles roar as his guests left. Soon, he'd be in his bedroom, stripping down and laying on his bed. He slept in the nude, I had learned this long ago. And on hot nights, he lay on top of his bed....rolling over, jacking his own cock, feeling his body as if nobody could see his private pleasures. But I did..and I shared them. I rolled over on my stomach to peer outside and was dumbfounded at the sight of Clive and another guy. They were facing each other, talking and laughing. The guy was from school and in one of my classes. He was as young as me yet invited to Clive's party. I was pissed off. But things got worse. Clive peeled the kids shirt off and let the kid do the same to him. The kid unbuttoned Clive's jeans and pulled them down. I was both angry and hot at the same time as the kid knelt and began to kiss and lick Clive's erect penis and ballsac. Until then Clive had always been mine....but now I must share him with a kid my own age. I blushed with conflicting emotions...and my hand was jacking my cock. Clive spewed his cum all over the kids face and chest....and I had long imagined him doing that to me. Then they moved to the bed where the kid shucked his shorts and got on his hands and knees. Clive knelt behind him and finger fucked the kid for awhile then rammed his cock in the boys butt. I could feel the pain as the kid lifted his head at the first thrust..and I could only imagine the pleasure. The kid was jacking his own cock, as was I as Clive kept ramming into his butt and I saw Clive hold his head back, open his mouth as if to yell and slam against the boy several times. My cock gave up it's latest load as the kid apparently did too. And to make my night totally sleepless, I saw the kid and Clive kiss...and lay on the bed. The light went out and I saw only darkness...knowing that in the middle of it lay the kid, not me, with Clives arms around him. They'd awake during the night and make love again..... As for me I didn't sleep at all....I wacked off yet another time recalling the images I had seen. And when done, I cried. Clive was outside trimming the hedges the next morning. His white tank top was already made near transparent by his body sweat. I, wearing only my shorts, went out and tried to talk to him. As always, he was pleasant and asked if the party disturbed me last night. I said no, wishing to tell him that what he did after the party pissed me off. Then he stared at me and uttered the first hint my passion wasn't wasted. "You should have come over - - - " I should have I thought..so that it would have been me instead of that kid "- - - instead of watching from your window" I was shocked at his words. I blushed with embarassment. Clive looked into my eyes and smiled. I could only stutter. "It's ok, I like it when you watch me" he said and then rubbed his crotch. Crotch rubbing wasn't abnormal..jocks did it, adults did it, even teachers did it. But when Clive did it, I knew it was a message. "But you have to be initiated into our group first" Clive said as he resumed cutting the hedge. "How?" I asked....absentmindedly rubbing my erect nipple..enjoying the feeling and doing it in front of Clive. "That's what happened last night. We initiated a kid about your age. And I won him for the night" I wanted to say "I know" but Clive already knew I knew. "When is it my turn?" I asked. I could feel sweat pouring from my armpits, my cock trying to stand out stragith, my balls shrinking against my body. "When you're ready, let me know" Clive pulled off his shirt and tossed it at me. As I lay on my bed, inhaling the oder of his shirt...as it covered my face, I jacked off again and again. My cock was sore and my body exhausted. My belly was stained with the puddles of cum I had made. I was ready. - "Get on back" I sat behind him. My arms went around his waist and then slid under his jacket. His skin was actually touching mine. The bike roared and we rode away from the two houses where my lust had grown over the years. - I wanted Clive to ride and ride...to never go back to school, home, reality.
"We're here" Clive yelled back as we parked by a rundown looking house. There were several bikes.
"Just do what I tell you, stay silent..they'll think you're my boy"
Clive didn't seem to realize I had been for years.
"Next" the party had gone on. I fetched beers for Clive and his friends and stood nearby waiting for his attention. All he did was say to me "beer" when he wanted one. And I did what he said.
The host had yelled out the word that made Clive tell me to go and get ready.
The bedroom was almost empty except for bike parts and a small bed. I assumed it was the host..a friend's of Clives.
Two guys there were standing as if waiting for me.
"Take off everything" the host said and I began to strip until my clothing lay on the floor.
The other two guys took them and put them in a paper bag. Their work was quick and silent as my armpits and crotch were shaven totally smooth. What little hair I had on my legs was taken off too. A greased up small dildo was shoved in my hole...and left there.
"Kneel"
And my hair which hung about half way to my shoulders was cut off until I had a short haircut like Clives and most of the others there.
"Shower and get back here"
When I returned another kid, taller and older then me ws undergoing the same treatment. I also saw that the two who had been doing the work had also stripped naked except for metal studded collars they wore.
"You two will get yours tonight" the host told us "Wait till you're called"
The guys name was Larry. I realized I saw him in the halls at school too.
"First time for you too?" he asked and I nodded "Know who's going to get you?"
I never thought there was a question that I'd be Clives sex partner that night. But apparently I could be anyones......
"How do they decide?" I asked
Larry started to explain but we were interupted.
"In here" the host appeared. This time he was shirtless and wearing black leather chaps over his jeans. My cock stirred at the sight.
Back in the living room Larry and I were told to kneel and we did. Party music blarred, conversations continued, laughter went on and occasionally someone would examine us.
My nipples were pinched and pulled, but butt slapped, my balls and cock grabbed and my mouth played with. Larry too got this treatment.
"OK it's time"
The crowd got quiet and the bidding began. Guys bid money, bike parts, CDs and other things for us.
"Sold" before I could figure out what was going on the one word told me it was over. Music resumed and we stayed in place.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a collar being out on Larry's neck and he was led away. I patted his bare thigh and saw him reach out..but his new "owner" yanked the collar like you do with a dog that's gone astray.
Guys were leaving the party and I remained in place.
"Want to share?" I heard Clive's voice.
"Sure why not, can he help us clean up first?"
The collar fit perfectly. I wanted to see what I looked like, but Clive, my new owner told me to start cleaning up.
As I held up the plastic bags of bottles and cans the host told me to take it out back.
Still naked I went outdoors...looking to see if anyone else was watching. I put the trash in a huge recepticle and heard someone yell at me.
"Hey kid, put some clothes on"
I ignored it and went back inside.
Clive told me to kneel and I did.....opening my mouth ready for him. But instead the hosts cock invaded me....and I performed for Clive..sucking until the cum splattered against my throat.
Clive told me to get on my hands and knees. I did it too knowing that the host would be opening my virgin ass. Virgin if you didn't count on the things I had put up it myself during my many sessions.
I gasped and looked up at Clive for reliefe. He held my face and reached under to play with my nipples...as the host fucked me until I didn't htink I could take it anymore.
I wanted Clive, I was made for him..I needed him. But he teased me watching me service his friend instead.
I lay on the floor now, exhausted by oral and anal sex and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up suddenly.....the dream or nightmare had made my body sweat so profusely, I could feel it rolling down my sides.
It was still dark and I was where I had been before...laying across the foot of my bed within view of Clive's bedroom window. It was till dark and in the midst of that darkness was Clive with that kid.
All of what I had experienced, the talk by the hedge, the ride on the bike, the body shaving, the party, the sex had been a dream.
My cock had a stream of precum hanging off it's tip. I crept out my door and donw the stairs. Outside the night air reminded me I was naked..but I moved on and finding the key, opened the backdoor.
I knew Clives' house as well as mine.....and found his bedroom door. Opening it quietly I went inside. And suddenly realized there was no turning back. He and his sex partner probably had seen me come in....but they said nothing.
I stood by the bed..and then I felt it. A hand touched mine and pulled me closer.
There were no words, and few sounds. The room was full of the odor of our sex and the sounds of rustling bedcovers.
Fingers found places, mouths found cocks, tongues found nipples and balls, I was filled with both of them and let out little yelps of pleasure as all that I had fantasized about became reality.
"Boy I guess you came out of the closet last night" Clive said to me as he trimmed the hedge the next day.
As in my dream I stood there in my shorts. He wore his levis and nothing else.
"I just couldn't hold back...." stammered.
"I know" he said and went on working.