Copyright Sun, October 18, 1998-Revised Sun, April 13, 2008 ________________________ Author Contact:Glaucon55@aol.com Reader Comments welcomed. I am revising this story and posting it on Nifty at the request of readers. It's hard to imagine that ten years have passed since I first wrote it. Please feel free to make suggestions and offer me your thoughts. As always, the remarkable things I learn from many of you end up as elements of my stories. ________________________ NOTICE: All the Standard warnings about being of age, being aware of your community standards apply to the following story! Please read no farther if you are underage 18/21--or live in a conservative area--or are offended by explicit sexual stories. ________________________ This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone is strictly coincidental. ________________________ Synopsis: Three high school kids find ways to shoot cum and subdue friends, each other and hunky older guys to wring ejaculation after ejaculation from them. ________________________ Dana: Part I
When I had a chance to sneak upstairs and masturbate, slipping and sliding my fifteen year old boner up and down in the hole I had cut in the old mattress in the attic, I often thought of my older brother's buddy, Dana Berryhill, who wrestled for North High. He was big for a wrestler, 5'10", but he was compact and fuckin'gorgeous. Me and my buddies used to hang out at the matches, talking trash about North's team, and how good they were. But for me, there was something special about watching Dana slide all over that mat, pining guys, grinding his crotch into their butts and getting the hair all over his legs and arms soaking wet in the sweat of his opponents. I had gone into the lockerroom a couple of times to wait for my brother Danny, and I had seen Dana sitting at his locker after he'd stripped down, his lean, flat stomach, muscles rippling, the trail of wet brown hairs from his navel to an explosion of dark brown hair above his dick and just beneath his big, hairless balls. His cock, was a thick six inch plug that jutted straight out from his groin with a big fat helmet. His legs were hard and hairy, and his ankles were thin, leading to two wide size eleven feet with long toes and a high arch. His chest seemed to explode from his waist, wide and firm. His jutting pecs, crowned by the rubbery berries of two rose colored nipples, coned and seemingly untouched. Many an afternoon in the attic, as my toes curled and my own prong, lubed and sticky from my pre-fuck drove into the battered hole in the mattress, I would imagine licking and sucking Dana's big body, making his teats go rock hard, tonguing out his navel, rooting under his sweaty balls, nursing on his long toes. I wanted to each him from head to toe, and when I got to his fat prick knob, my own cum would squirt and squirt, rendering me helpless and whining from the delicious sensation. In spite of his hard body, a body that drove me nearly wild every time I saw his flesh exposed, Dana did not have hard features. His face was almost pretty, with little boy good looks on a man's body. He smiled and those lips and eyes melted girl's hearts, making their teenage pussies wet with the thought of those full lips pressed against theirs and against other tight, sticky places. His eyes had eyelashes that looked like a girls, long and curved. His dark eyebrows, rosy cheeks, and hint each afternoon of a shadow that would mature in years to come, made my dick drip too. I'd squeeze my eyes shut, and slide my aching cock up and down the greasy hole in the mattress, grinding my boy dick along the rough sides of the well lubricated hole, shooting tingling, tickling sensations from my head to my curling toes as my cock grew harder and harder from the rough scrubbing. I wanted to get my hands on Dana's fine cock, and just the thought of that promise made me groan as the bloated knob of my prick swelled and gushed streams of thick boy spunk into the dirty, sticky slot, my hips thrusting spasmodically to continue grazing my aching knob against the slimy material, relieving my ever-ready starch filled nuts. Someday, I'd get Dana's dick into my hands, and when I did, I'd make him forget every girl he'd ever known, and make his big, pale feet with their surprisingly long, thick curving toes curl tight from the sensations I'd wreak upon his body. Tan's Pent Up Need It was a game we played at my buddy Donny Kimble's house, that gave me the plan to get into Dana's pants, and into the shorts of lots of other guys too. Now Donny, Rick and me had been trading jerk jobs since we were twelve, and always found a way to shoot a load with each other in fuck around games played by horny teenage boys. When Donny's parents signed up as sponsors for a foreign student, the lightbulbs began to go off for me. They got a Japanese kid named Tanaka Muramatsu for one semester. He was about five foot eight, but he was only seventeen. He was a small guy for a teenager his age, but he was built. Donny and I were both 5'9", so at sixteen, we were bigger, but that kid was stone cold handsome. He looked like a Japanese movie star with those shy eyes, that gorgeous smile, and an athletic build. But best of all, the guy was as innocent as a new-born, and when me and Donny and Rick Lewis began hanging out with him, we got him to try things he had never done at home in Japan. Oh he knew how to skateboard, and drive golf balls and shit...I mean he never had fucked a girl, never had gone to a porno flick, never had smoked weed or gotten shit-faced. He couldn't believe that we got away doing all this stuff, but hell, our parents were too busy scheming on their social standing, work and who was fucking who, to worry about us too much. As long as we looked the part of clean cut teens, and played sports, nobody was too concerned about our social activities. We persuaded Tan to sneak out with us a couple of times late at night and once he got the hang of it, we did it a lot. One night, we ended up drinking beers at the lake back of the park just outside of town. Kids did it all the time, and so we knew just where to go without getting caught. I noticed after Tan got drunk, he also got horny. His chinos filled out quick, and showed a good bulge, especially when we started horsing around, a nice spike that snaked across his groin. Like most teenage guys, whenever anyone touched him, he sprang a stiffy...loving the touch of another's fingers anywhere on his body. We'd push each other, and wrestle around, and once in a while play tickle or grab ass. His taut muscles were so lean and smooth, so nice to feel when we were playing around. We were hot to get the fucker down and work him over, and it was simple for us to scheme. One day after school, while we practiced with our skateboards over at the shopping mall, we laughed and guffawed and planned for our next night out with sex staved Tan. About two weeks later we put our plan into action. We went out for dinner Friday night at the Burger Barn, then we decided to drive out to the lake in Rick's van. Along the way, we not only got Tan drunk, we got him to smoke some grass. Once he was humming with the beers, a quick rise of the eyebrows and some goofy smiles to one another, led us to believe that we could have some real fun. Donny hung out in the back seat with Tan, but I climbed over and joined him as the kid started to act like he was out of it, and having a fuckin'
good time. We pushed him between us, and started our grab game, punching each other in the arms, and tickling one another. The weed had made Tan so sensitive and light-headed, that each time Donny or me poked him in the ribs, he squealed and jumped around on the seat. We could hardly keep the fucker in his seat belt. By the time we had reached the lake, Tan's polo shirt was out of his chinos and we had been feelin' him up pretty good without him quite catching on to the score. While one of us was distracting him with a grab here, or a poke there, the other was sliding his hand across Tan's ripped abs, or reaching up to brush across his pebbled tits. When the van stopped and we turned off the engine, the little fucker had a huge boner and was sliding down in his seat, groggy and dazed. We could see he was hard, but Tan was so stoned and drunk, he didn't even pay attention to how his body was reacting. I knew we could really get him going once we parked the van. Rick had scored the weed off of his older brother who had just returned back home from the Marines on leave. Once we parked at the lake, and smoked another joint and drank a couple of more beers, Tanaka became a bowl of jelly. He was not accustomed to the dope much less the combination with the beer. As he sat between me and Donny, now resting against a log in the dark looking back across the lake to the community center lights on the opposite shore, we started to get handsy with him again, pushing him between us and poking him in the ribs; laughing and joking. Donny told him that the grass made him better able to resist the tickling than the rest of us, and Tan looked at him through sleepy, beery eyes with a shit eating grin believing every lyin' word. When Donny's big hand suddenly grabbed the kid's strong thigh, he didn't know what had happened. Tan jumped a foot, but I grabbed him and held his arms over his head, so Donny could continue to squeeze his quads, and gouge his fingers into his inner thighs. Tan, squealed a little, then he started to groan. It was great. As he became more pliable, I used just one hand to hold him, and with the back of the other started grazing it against his bulging pecs still encased in the cotton polo shirt. Each time the back of my hand slid over his firm, mounded muscle, the greedy little nub would scrape against it, and it would stiffen up to a hard little tack, almost scratching my skin. I finally stopped the hit and run technique and instead reached down to grasp an erect tit that was making the material of his shirt jut out, and using my knuckles like a clamp, took control of the rubbery teat. I gently twisted the nubbin, plying my knuckles like a pliers. The more I did it, the more the stiff nipple peaked, desperate for attention that apparently no one had ever given it. Each time Rick squeezed his thighs, I knuckle-pinched his titty. We were laughing and hooting like it was all an innocent game, but poor Tan's rigid boner began to leak almost immediately, and in no time, we had him lying back between us sprawled out grunting and groaning like some bitch-whore. Rick switched off from his thighs to his ribs, and then back, so that soon old Tan did not know where the sensations were coming from. But Rick had also
changed his approach, not firm and rough like guys usually do, but more subtle and gentle, caressing as much as tickling. Tan's chinos were bulging, his boner stiff and making a wet stain in his briefs that soaked through to his pants, and his groans were getting hotter and hotter. Rick grabbed a pole we had brought with us from the back of the van. We used it when we'd strap down one another and work over the loser in strip poker or some other fuck game. He unlaced, and pulled off Tan's high tops, noting how Tan's toes flicked inside the damp white sweat socks, then secured his ankles to the pole with the Velcro straps attached to it. That kept Tan's legs apart, and allowed Donny to run his tickling fingers up and down the inside of the kid's thighs without him being able to close them. I pulled up his Polo shirt to just over the top of his curving pecs, and started using my fingers to scratch and pluck at his stiff teats that jutted like little brown cones from his muscular chest. He didn't even try to stop us so much as bat at our hands, and act like he was out of it. But his jeans told us otherwise. Each time I actually rolled one of his tits, rather than scratch or pluck at them, the little fucker would groan like he was going to heaven: "aaagggghhh...... " in his sexy Japanese accent. Once in a while he'd say something in Japanese that we couldn't understand then go back to squealing and hunching as I gently continued to pinch and pull on his titties. When I wet my fingers with some spit, and lubed them as I teased and twisted them, he arched his chest and thrust it towards my fingers, surrendering like a back seat whore. Here was a kid who was ready to shoot a load, and we were gonna drain him tonight for sure. Rick crawled up between Tan's legs, and boldly unzipped his pants, laughing just like it was part of the game. The kid was so gone he didn't care what we did. I figure in Japan these kids are so repressed that when someone starts playing with their bodies, they go nuts. I remembered a scene from the old
Charles Bronson action movie where he watches as a Japanese businessman seems to finger-fuck a Japanese high school girl while he was sitting down and she was standing up on a crowded bus. Once he got his fingers under her skirt and up into her panties, she couldn't resist the way his finger rooted up and down her sticky slot, rubbing her joy button and scraping her cunt walls, until she shuddered into a climax, her legs slightly spread to give him room to work her pussy, eye's closed and head lolling back and forth. That's how Tan was. He couldn't stop us if he wanted to. He was all dick, and that dick needed to be stroked and rubbed. Rick yanked his pants apart after he unzipped him, then with help from me and Donny, got Tan's hips up so we could pull 'em down a bit. His white briefs, perfect against his dark skin, were soaking with pre-scum and bulging in a thick high arch from the curve of his strangled erection. The fucker was a faucet, leaking teenage pre-jizz from his aching schlong. I slipped my hand inside and pulled his dick and balls out the side of his loose briefs to examine the sticky, juice covered stalk. Then I maneuvered him so I could lower his briefs beneath his balls which made him bow a bit from the sudden release of his jewels. Tan had a seven inch rod that curved wickedly like a banana from his balls up toward his navel, surrounded by wispy black hairs. His fat crown was covered with a delicate foreskin that clung tight around the knob.
But with a fist closed around the glans, you could make the foreskin surrender its protective shield, exposing the wet, succulent plum, its deep piss slit and bulging lobes. His nut sack hung down, sweaty and damp between his muscular thighs; hairless. But beneath his balls, there was dark hair filling the little hidden trench that lead to his sweet asshole. The helmet of his cock was like a fat soldiers cap, rather than a mushroom cap, and it had an unusually wide flange. The pisslips, as I mentioned, were deep making the corona seem even bigger, and his clear pre-sap had filled it and basted the entire smooth knob with a sticky web. When I slid his foreskin down, and scratched my fingernail under the sensitive flange, Tan hunched and squealed, trying to pull his hands over his groin.
He was unaccustomed to the sensation, which few guys can stand. I told Rick to grab his arms and tie them over his head behind the log. Then I closed my rough boy fist around the stalk of his curved pecker and slowly torqued my fingers up, allowing my palm to graze and slip over the fat dick tip, pulling his foreskin over it with fist, and basting the sticky pre-fuck juice over his cock knob. Tan's legs involuntarily tried to shut, then strained out, his white crew sock covered toes, pointing as his legs tensed and trembled and he gyrated even more. He also provided great sound effects, like some girl getting fingered: "aaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee.... (Japanese)...... uuuuggghhhhh ......(more Japanese)......aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeee!" Rick started scratching his fingernails up and down and into the kid's pits making his torso heave forcing him to cry out with pleading laughter. Donny had taken over my duty with the older kid's tits, wetting his fingers with spit, then rolling and roiling them one at a time. Me, I just fisted the fucker, milking pre-jizz from his taut balls, sending the thick scent of starch and cum into the air. I spit on my fist then kept the slow, twisting spiral of my fist, making the kid buck and roll his hips and lolling his head as he tried to avoid the delicious feeling shooting from his dick and tits to his fevered brain. After fifteen minutes of milking him slow, real slow--just thumbing the fat glans, I switched with Rick, so he could use his famous thumb scrub. Rick was always working in his Dad's garage, and his fingers were not only always dirty, they were cracked and rough--calloused. I loved the feel of his fist and that nasty thumb when they would tie me down, and he'd thumb me till I begged. Well ole Rick just used that thumb on Tan until the kid was babbling Japanese, just flexing his big knuckle as he rubbed from side to side in a maddening and slow maneuver over the strained cock tip. We were going to drive Tan slowly up the hill of ejaculation, but not let him get there as quickly as his body was demanding...instead, we were going to tease and play with his handsome young body until at the end he would squirt like a fire hose, unable to stop the overwhelming sensations coursing through his virginal parts. Finally after about forty minutes, Donny gave me one of his perverted smiles, and a wink. Then he slipped his free hand under Tan's big balls, and used his long, thick index finger to probe between the taut, hairy cheeks to tickle the kid's anus while I went back to rolling both his tits, and Rick sped up the thumb roll on the kid's swollen dick knob. Without warning Tan stretched out as far as he could--his toes pointing stiffly, groaned and threw his head back, and shot seven long streams of thick teenage crud from his sweaty balls, up to his face, with one or two going over his head, some landing on his tits, and the rest pooling in his navel. His eyes were closed, and he made deep, long grunting sounds as he shot and shot, and Rick rubbed his helpless dick tip. "AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE, UUUUGHHHHHHH...AAAAAGGGGGHHHH.....MMMMMMMM... .OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" After Tan has stopped squirting the long shots, and was dribbling cum curds, Rick's thumb became a wicked weapon, grazing all around the ticklish knob, and under the flange and over the piss lips, until all the kid could do was whine and squeal with his eyes squeezed tightly closed, jerking and thrashing wildly each time his still stiff, over-sensitive crown was mercilessly and sweety tortured. I winked at Rick and told him to get some more dope, Tan was gonna get round two, because we never let a guy off with just one load, that's one of our best rules. We discovered that was just fine with old Tan. Once he could play drunk or dopey, he would let us play with his prick until the cows came in. We wanked him four more times that night. We tied him to the stanchions in the deserted men's room, pulled his pants down to his ankles, and his shirt up to his neck, and used a stiff hair brush on his body until he almost fainted. Then we each took up an old tooth brush and while Rick went after his tits, Donny searched out his boy pussy, and I gently scrubbed his fat glans. He squirted cum across the sticky floor of the toilet, coating the place with his boy crud as he cried and squealed for mercy. Fortunately, we had gagged him with his socks, or he would have awoken the dead! The last time he came was in the van on the way back home, with him lying across Rick's and Donny's lap face up, his pants around his ankles, and his shirt up under his pits, his hands secured behind his back, and his hips bouncing up and down so he could drive his nasty teen pecker into Donny's cupped fist. The last ejaculation was this straight-forward jerk job, with Donny's big boy fist spiraling up and down until, at the end, Tan shot a weak drool of cum from his horny balls, but hunching like he couldn't get enough of the calloused teenage fist over his whorish cock head. For the next six months, we found more ways to tie up that kid and drain his balls than he ever imagined existed. We tied Tan down in Donny's room one night when his folks were away, and gagged him so we could use an electric tooth brush on his dick head, while Rick actually got his finger up his tight, virgin shit shute to work his nut, and I tickled his bare, secured feet with their nice long toes. You shoulda seem scum fly that night. Another time, we took him to the town library on a Friday night after he was doped, and got into the last stall in the basement with the glory hole; a disabled stall. We pulled his pants down, pulled up his shirt, and tied and gagged him. Then we gave the guys who came into the stalls looking to give a blow job or to get one, a show, wanking old Tan's boner and pinching his titties, till the kid shot three loads. We shot our own teen cum on him three times, once for each of us, and the last time while we jerked him and fisted our own big kid boners, we slipped a finger up his butt to get him to dance a little. The last guy stuck a big dick through the hole, and we fisted both him and Tan together, and let `em shoot crud on each other. There was fuckin' gism everywhere when they came. Shit you shoulda seen the sperm on the floor in the stall next door when we left...you coulda floated a battleship in there. It got to the point that when we'd go out after smoking weed, we'd unzip him in the diner while we ate, thumbing his fat prick tip till he'd look like he was gonna faint from the need to cum, taking turns playing with the fucker but making him act straight when the waitress would come with the food and bill. But we'd just keep him primed for whatever the main event would be later. Then we'd find a place to go and play our games, with his beautiful Asian body. I loved clipping his tits with clothespins, and running the charge from a
battery to his balls. There was always something new we could find to make ole Tan shoot a wad. Before he left we videoed a night with him, so that we could get together and jerk off watching the kid get strapped down and milked for our pleasure. The best part of the film was when we made him suck off Donny and me, and made him jerk off Rick and use the sperm to lube his own pecker and jerk off for us. We told him if he didn't do it, we'd pop a bottle brush up his asshole. You shoulda seem him work his pecker, shooting twice in a row without stopping while we played with his hunky body. Yeah, love those foreign kids who are anxious to learn what a dick is good for, and my buddies for being such sperm shooting addicts. Tan writes e-mails or sends Ims to us all the time, telling us how much he misses us. We tell him that we won't respond and let him know what we're doing unless he follows instructions we send him. We'd had the guy fuck the couch in the living room of his house while his parents were in a room next door watching television, we've had him masturbate and each his cum in the lockerroom after matches, we made his steal jock straps from the hunky dudes at his school and wear them over his face while he jerk's off to us on his cam. I love it when he's sitting at his desk chair, legs up, spread and resting on his desk, a wet jock over his face, his t-shirt up and one hand pinching his tits, a little vibrator we sent him buzzing up his asshole, and just his thumb of the other hand scraping back and forth over his exposed glans, torturing and teasing it ever so slowly to a huge cum. Tan loves being our foreign slut, and we make sure that he gets constant attention and training.