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Ice Cream by MDM
"Damn, it's cold," Pierce said as he stepped onto the ice. Nick retorted, "Duh, what did you expect?" Their friend Brandon, who they met in Western Civ class last semester, came skating over, stopping in front of them with a spray of ice. "Well, you little fucker, you! What're you doin' out here?" Nick asked. "Skating, what else? Didn't think I could, didja? I've been on the ice since I was three. So, what's up with you guys?" "Just trying ot get in shape for hockey season." "Yeah, our first game is Saturday."
Brandon headed toward center ice and yelled, "Hey, check this out." He made a couple of laps around the ice and then landed a triple axel. "Crap! Just a triple...been workin' on a quad for a few weeks." Pierce commented, "Dude, that's radical. No way could I ever do that!" Nick tossed a hockey stick to Pierce. "You gonna' stand around and admire cutie-pie all day?" Pierce elbowed his pal in the gut. "Hush. Don't let him hear you or we'll never live it down. Race you to the other end."
After a few trips around the rink, they stopped and sat on the bench. Nick wiped the sweat from his brow and rubbed his fingers through his black flat-top. He focused in on Brandon doing a sit-spin. "that guy makes me dizzy just watching him." "He knows his stuff, give him credit." Brandon joined them in front of the bench. Pierce threw him a towel and his water bottle. "You've been puttin' in a workout there, little buddy." "Yep. Big competition this weekend." A thought ran through Nick's mind. 'If they gave points for looks, he'd win hands down.' He wasn't far from the truth. Brandon's boyish face and well defined body would get the straightest guy turned on. He could also use his exuberant, happy-go-lucky, charm if his looks didn't work. Nick and Pierce also lookied like something out of GQ Magazine. They were in great physical shape, and lots of girls their age had the hots for them.
Brandon turned toward the other side of the ice rink. "Whoa! Look what the cat drug in. Who in the world is that?" A tall, blonde Herculean figure stepped onto the glossy frozen surface. Pierce wolf-whistled, then laughed. Nick suddenly realized who it was. "Well, I'll be shit! Back in a second." He took out like a shot and caught up with the mystery figure. "Slow down, speed demon!" "Nick, how in the world are you?" "Logan? Are you at State now? I thought you were still at Tech." Logan had transferred to State because of a scholarship on the speedskating team. Nick and Logan were childhood friends. Up until Logan's family moved after their sophomore year of high school, the two were inseperable. They hadn't seen each other in nearly two years, but had stayed in touch through phone and mail. "C'mere, I want you to meet some guys." Nick introduced Logan to Pierce (his roommate), and Brandon.
After an hour more on the ice, the four skaters headed to the locker room. While dryin off after their showers, Logan noticed that Nick was starting to pop a boner. "Well," he remarked, "I take it you're glad to see me, huh?" "You still keepin' up the old pastime?" Nick popped him on the butt with his towel. "I see no reason why I shouldn't." Pierce walked in from the shower area. "What are you two talking about?" With a cockiness in his voice, Nick batted his eyes and said, "for us to know and you to find out, hot stuff." Pierce glanced down at their crotches, smiled hornily, and said, "Oh, that!" Logan quickly slipped on his sweatpants. Sensing he was rather apprehensive about what had just transpired, Nick comforted him. "Don't have a cow, it's cool. Pierce enjoys the same hobby we do." "Yeah," Pierce added, "Nicky caught me in the act one day, we talked a while, and the rest is history. He told me he'd had a beatoff buddy, but didn't give me any details." "That would be yours truly," Logan grinned. Nick reminded them that they weren't alone. Pierce said "Who, Branflake?! Why are you worryin' about him? He'd be sure to keep anything to himself, if he valued his health."
At the same time, a fully dressed Brandon came around the corner with his skates slung over his shoulder. He brushed his hair in front of the mirror and witnessed the action going on behind him. "All right, my trio of studpuppies. If you're gonna' fool around, don't leave me out of it, and let's not do it here." Pierce and Nick knew he was kidding, or at least they thought he was.
The four friends left the ice rink and went back to the campus dining hall. "They'd better have something good cooked, because I could eat a horse," Logan remarked. Nick backed up his statement. "Believe me, he damn well can. He once ate a whole large pizza by himself."
"So," Brandon inquired, "are you all coming to my match on Saturday? It's at 1:30." Logan volunteered to go, provided Brandon attend the speedskating meet at four. "Hey, don't forget about our game at 7:30," reminded Pierce. "We'll just make a day of it, then."
Saturday came and went. Brandon and Logan both won their events, and the hockey team beat their opposition 6-2. That night, in Logan's dorm room, they had picked up some burgers and were waiting for Pierce and Nick to return from the hockey rink. Logan, about a foot and a half taller than Brandon, put his hands on Brandon's shoulders. "Shorty, I'm not a figure skating afficionado, but that was a thing of beauty this afternoon." "Thanks, you really kicked those guys' butts too. Man, you can fly like greased lightning!" A knock on the door: Pierce and Nick strolled in. "What did you two think of our game? We ended up creamin' them." Logan snickered. "Nicky, did you really mean what you just said?" "Yes. We outscored 'em by four goals. Oh...Pervert! Is that all you ever think about?!" Brandon changed the subject. "Hey, the burgers are getting cold here." Pierce joined in the conversation. "Fess up, Brandon. You've whacked your willy before, right? Nothing to really be ashamed of. It's a natural part of life. We all do it, and yes we sometimes do it to each other." A small smirk slowly appeared on Brandon's face. "Ha! So, I was right!"
Pierce stood up and unbuckled his belt. "What are we waiting for, let's just go ahead and do it." Brandon was the first to shed his pants and shirt, now left with only his briefs. "You learn fast, don't you squirt?" quipped Nick. "There's a first time for everything, I guess." A minute or two later, everyone was sitting on the floor in nothing but their underwear. Logan tried to establish some ground rules. "So, how are we gonna' do this? We gonna' take turns, go all at once, or team up?"
After a brief discussion, it was decided that Pierce go first. Logan tossed him a bottle of hand lotion. "Here, in case you want it." "Gracias." He removed his briefs and let his 7.5" member spring straight out. Brandon's eyes got bigger and so did another vital part of his physique. Pierce squeezed some lotion onto his hand and passed the bottle to Brandon. "Here dude, go ahead and grease up your universal joint." "I'll pass, at least for now."
Pierce started stroking himself. Logan reassured Brandon. "Man, don't be bashful. Get with it. We're all friends here. Our little--well, some of us aren't so little--secret is safe." "I am still stoked over this afternoon. Maybe a good jerk will help me relax." Brandon placed his small, slender hands on the waistband of his underwear, lowering them to reveal an absolutely perfect set of 'equipment.' He noticed the other three guys staring at him. "Either of you want to lend me a hand here?" Pierce said, "Sure." He palmed his buddy's cock while at the same time motioning for him to return the favor. "Ooh, nice hands, pal."
Logan placed his hand on Nick's thigh. "Let's do it, for old time's sake." "Have at it!" They grabbed each other's crotches. Nick looked at Logan's mammoth member. "Still as hard and hot as ever, my friend!" Logan responded, "What'd you expect? Damn, this fuckstick of yours has grown some. What big balls you have!" "All the better to jizz you with!" They put their arms around each other's shoulders and continued their handjobs. Meanwhile, Brandon started breathing heavier. "Man, ohhh, Pierce, It should be illegal to have this much fun." "We told you you'd like it, now you believe us. I still say you've done this for someone before." "Pierce, uhh, Pierce..." "What's your problem? If you can't hold it any longer, go ahead. Spray your load. Oh, shit! Ahhh..." Before completing his sentence, Pierce blew his load all over Brandon's busy fist, wrist, and arm. Brandon's whole body jerked and he spewed thick white globs of skater spunk all over his buddy's stomach. Brandon smelled his wrist. "Wow, what a major rush. This smells better than cologne." He looked at Pierce's stomach. "You mean I did that?" "Uh-huh, nice work. '10' for technical merit, '9.9' for artistic impression." They got up and de-spermed themselves.
Logan and Nick were still going at it. Neither guy said a word. The look in their eyes was all the communication the two long-time friends needed. Pierce and Brandon re-entered the room and put on their clothes. They sat on the couch and watched quietly. The silence finally broke. "Gonna' wear out that Nickdick!" "Yeah, wax my stick. They'll be callin'me for holding!" "Heck, I'll give you credit for an assist." Logan asked, "Where do you want it?" "Dumb-ass! You know darn well what I like!" "All right, then!" He got up on his knees, pointed his throbbing cock straight at Nick's face, and absolutely hosed him. "Yes! Oh, yes! It's been way too long since I've had a good dose of that!" "Well, where's mine?" Logan prompted. "Hold your horses, you can't rush a good thing." Nick stood up on his tiptoes and arched his back. Brandon suddenly yelled, "Fuck! Sperm him up nasty!" Nick followed that order and plastered Logan with loads of sex sauce. Nick asked Brandon, "You liked it, didn't you, guy?" "Yeah, when can we do it again?" he joked.
After things calmed down, Logan had what he thought was a brilliant idea. "Would you all like to start doing this every week? I mean, we hold off all week and save our loads. I believe it'd be cool to jack each other, something to look forward to." Pierce seconded the motion. "All in favor? All opposed?" Brandon and Nick gave their OK's. They settled on Thursday as the day to do it. Logan went over to his stereo. "We need some music in here, it's too quiet." A promo came on for the Nine Inch Nails concert next weekend. Nick commented, "That's gonna' be a totally bitchin' concert. Too bad it's sold out already!" "Yeah, guess that's the breaks." "Double bummer, too. They're covering over the ice this week for the concert, so we won't have much time to use it."
It was now Wednesday and the four guys were itching to skate. Brandon had called Nick, Logan, and Pierce, and invited them to meet him for lunch at the deli near campus. Logan was fifteen minutes late. That was odd, because he was always early for everything. He busted through the door of the deli. "Yes, I'm late, but dammit it was worth it. We got us some tickets, boys!" Logan won a contest by being the correct caller to the radio station. "Awesome!" "You and your Irish luck!"
After lunch, Brandon told his compadres to follow him. "Now, it's time to properly thank you guys for lettin' me into your little circle last week." They walked into the bike shop, back to the rollerblading gear. "Pick out what you want, it's on me." "No, I couldn't man. This stuff's expensive," Nick said. "Don't worry about it." He pulled out a credit card. "Grandpa gave this to me for my birthday. He said I could use it for anything I pleased, so long as it was legal."
Brandon paid for the merchandise and they returned to campus in time to drop off their things and go to afternoon classes. "Four thirty, behind the student center ok with you guys? You can try these things out then."
At 4:30, Logan, Nick and Pierce were behind the student center, but there was no sign of Brandon. They sat down on a bench to wait, and heard someone from behind. "GANGWAY! Here I come!" Brandond landed in front of them. He had jumped over the bench and over the other guys' heads. After the initial shock passed, Pierce regained his composure and looked at Brandon. The spandex pants and matching shirt he had on revealed every curve and muscle in his small yet well-defined body. "Well, hello there, Studly!" Brandon was just too much, thought Nick. Logan, still amazed, asked "How in the world did you clear the bench?" "Simple, a lot of speed and a good takeoff ramp." There was such an interest in rollerblading and skateboarding on campus that the university had allowed this area to be a designated "blading/boarding" zone. Brandon's three friends had yet to notice the area was set up for that purpose.
As the evening shadows lengthened, the time had come to call it a day. Pierce remembered, "Hey, tomorrow's Thursday! We still on?" Logan said, "Damn straight, we are!" Brandon said, "OK then, you all can come to my apartment if you'd like." Nick and Pierce went back to their dorm while Logan and Brandon skated into the sunset toward their places.
Thursday evening: "C'mon in, guys. It ain't much, but it's mine." "Not much, my foot! This place is bitchin'!" Brandon offered them something to drink. "You do like tea, don't you? Twenty minutes filled with general conversation passed. Pierce noticed he was feeling funny. "You guys OK? I just had the strangest sensation hit me." Nick and Logan also felt odd. Brandon started giggling. "You all wouldn't be horny right about now, would you? It's the tea. Ever heard of yohmibine? I put some of it in there. It's supposed to increase sex drive. Don't worry, it's harmless." Logan said, "He's right. A couple of friends and I tried some last year. It can really put a spring in your step. Well, shall we get to the business at hand?" Brandon asked, "Logan, can I...?" Logan dropped his drawers. "Sure, if you think you can handle it. Let me see yours." Pierce looked at Nick. With a degree of sarcsm in his voice, he huffed, "Well, I guess that means I'm stuck with you again!" "Aww, poor baby! Isn't that just the most awful thing you ever heard in your life?" Another jackoff session was in full swing.
Brandon held Logan's stiff boner in both hands. "Man, this has got to be one of the biggest rods I've ever seen! Just how long is it?" "10.5. You've got a decent endowment there yourself." Precum oozed from the head of Logan's dick. "Hey, you're already starting to get all drippy. Should I slow down?" "Ah, hell, keep it up. I'll tell you when something major is about to cum up. Get up here closer." Logan grabbed Brandon's legs and pulled him up between his knees. Brandon started to tickle Logan's balls and moved down to the area between his balls and butt. "Hey," he giggled, "stop that." Logan tickled his partner in the same way. "No, not there! That's..." Too late. Brandon's ass rose up off the floor and he started squirting his teenspunk all over Logan's chest. His dick quit sperming and he looked up apologetically at Logan. "As I tried to say, if you touch me there, I go absolutely wild." "Oh, then go ahead and push my panic button if you want. Right below my navel." Brandon rubbed and tickled. "Here?" He winced and groaned, "Bingo!" Logan's popoff valve let loose. "Ah, yeah, nasty; give it to me!" Brandon reached his arms around Logan and hugged him. "You don't care for me doin' this, do you, man?" "No, it's cool," as Logan hugged Brandon back. "It don't kill a guy to express himself. Ya' know what, you're a pretty awesome little fuckstud. I'm glad we met." Nick and Pierce looked over at them. Pierce whispered, "Hey, looks like those two have really hit it off." Nick replied, "Yeah, I'm glad. I was worried Logan would be jealous, but now I'm sorta' jealous of him...no offense, man." "None taken. I know what you mean. Hey, wanna' do some synchronized spunkin?" "OK. On three? One...two...three." At precisely the same time, two arcs of hockey player cream shot up into the air, crossed paths, and landed with hearty splats over each others' cocks. "Practice makes perfect, don't it, Nicky?" Logan was overly excited at what he just saw. "That was quite a performance, dudes." "Yeah, you two win the pairs competition," Brandon added.
Later, Nick and Pierce went back to their dorm. Logan stayed behind for a few minutes to help Brandon straighten up his apartment. "Hey, Logan, do you have a roommate?" "Yes, and he's turning out to be an arrogant jerk. He thinks he knows it all, but he's dumber than a doorknob. Luckily, you didn't have to see him on Saturday." "Well, let me throw this idea at you; tell me what you think. I've got another bedroom and plenty of space here, and it'd be nice to have someone keep me company and help with rent." "Thanks for the offer. I'd love to, but I don't know if I can. I'd better be going. Mr. Wonderful will get his panties in a wad if I come in too late. He says I disturb him and he needs his 'beauty sleep.' Hibernation wouldn't help him. Talk to you tomorrow."
Early Friday morning, Logan called Brandon. "Hey, Branny, guess what! I tied up some loose ends here, and I'm able to move out of the dorm today. Is that offer of yours still open?" "Sure is. I'll even come over and help you pack. We should hvae you settled in here by this evening." Since no classes were scheduled that day, this was a real possibility. Brandon hung up the phone, pumped his fist in the air, and thought to himself, 'Yes! I got me a roomie, and it just happens to be the sexiest one on campus, except, of course, for me.' He grabbed his keys and went out the door.
The two guys worked like dogs all day, stopping only to eat. Logan looked at his watch. It was 7:37 and he had just unpacked his last box. He then flopped across the bed, kicking off his shoes. Brandon lumbered in and laid down beside him. "You bushed too?," Logan inquired. Brandon only grunted. They dozed off and didn't wake up until past 10:30. "Logan, let's get up from here, shower, and turn in." "Huh? Oh, yeah, we do stink, don't we?" Logan was the first to shower. He re-entered the room wearing only his boxers. "All yours, pal." Brandon took his shower and came out wrapped in his towel. "Wouldn't ya' know it, forgot my drawers!" Logan walked up behind and Brandon felt something pressing into the middle of his back. "This is a stick-up, buddy. Put your hands in the air." A startled Brandon followed the order, his towel falling to the floor in the process. "Just a fuckin' minute...that's no gun." He turned around noticing Logan's hard cock pointing straight at him. Logan grined. "Bang. In my opinion, you don't need the underwear. Do you realize what a great body you've got? You're as bulked as me." Brandon looked at himself, flexed a little, then looked at Logan. "I work out a lot, lifting weights and all, but I never realized I'd made that much progress. By the way, you might as well put your gun away. I'm too pooped to help you pop your wad." "No problem. There's always tomorrow. Hey, let's grab a sandwich." They ate and turned in for the night.
Saturday was the day everyone had been looking forward to -- the concert. Nick woke up and the first thing he saw was Pierce's boner staring him in the face. "Well, I see you're up and at 'em already." "Don't get your hopes up, it's still kinda' early for that. Besides, it just sprung up on its own." "Hey, are you in the mood to go bladin' today?" "Sure, just as soon as I get dressed. Do we want Logan and Branflake to meet us there?" "Well, why not? I'll call them." Brandon picked up the receiver. "We'll be there, yeah. I'll tell him. OK. See you then." They spent the better part of the day skating, even getting up a game of roller hockey with some other friends. Pierce looked at his watch. "Hey, we'd better get on the ball if we're going to the concert." Nick agreed. "He's right. Meet you guys back here in 20 minutes." Brandon suggested, "just come over to my place. It's closer to the arena anyway." He and Logan dashed to their apartment. Logan had an idea. "You want to mess with the hockey boys' minds? Let's dress alike. Don't you have..." drippy. Should I slow down"
Nick and Pierce knocked on the door. Logan opened it. "About time you got here!" Brandon came in from his bedroom. "Huh, did you two plan this?" Brandon and Logan were dressed in matching shirts and tight faded 501's. They even had identical looking shoes and jackets. "If it ain't Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum!" Logan said, "it oughta' be pretty easy to do this when you live under the same roof." Nick had a confused look on his face. Brandon revealed their secret. "Meet my new roomie." He explained how they decided to help each other solve their housing problems. "Let's haul ass, guys." At the gate, the ticket taker looked at the tickets. "You must be the contest winner. Come with me." "Where are we headed," Pierce prompted. "Didn't they tell you that backstage passes were included in the deal?" "You're kidding! Unbelievable!" They got to meet the band and sit in the front row.
The concert had ended and the four guys stood outside the arena. "Wow, what an awesome concert!" "The best!" "Know what, I probably won't be able to sleep tonight." Nick spoke up. "There's only one thing that would make tonight better." He grabbed his crotch and juggled it in his hands. Logan looked down at him. "I'm for it. How about you guys?" They ran back to Brandon's pad. Pierce put his hand on Logan's thigh. "Can I this time?" Without a word, Logan popped open his fly and pulled down his briefs. He then reached out and unzipped Pierce's jeans. Nick evaluated the situation. "Well, shall we?" "Yeah," replied Brandon, "let me try you out." They palmed each other's balls. "Nicky, you're hangin' awfully low." "Uh-hun. I need to blow a major wad and you're gonna' lend me a hand." "Make me shoot, Nicky." Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Pierce wrapped his left hand around Logan's shaft. "What a horsecock!" "Thanks, man. I hate to brag, but I am pretty hung, ain't I?" "What are you waiting for? Grab hold and play with me." Nick got an idea. "Y'all want to see just how much we can sperm up?" "Better yet, who can spray their spunk the farthest," offered Pierce. Logan vetoed their suggestion. "Dudes, we don't need any contest. Who really cares how much or how far a guy cums? Yow! Pierce, take it easy, will you?!" "Sorry. Did I hurt you?" "No, I just don't want to do it yet." Nick and Brandon were wanking each other with reckless abandon. They wanted each other to cream and they wanted it to happen then. "Jizz me, Bran." "Blast off!" Thick, white jets of eau de man streamed onto their chests and stomachs.
Pierce was getting worried. "Logan, don't you think you sould get off here pretty soon? No sense in you getting blue balls." Logan continued to drive his rod through Pierce's fist. "Don't have a fuckin' cow. You're the one that needs to turn loose. Blow your top for me!" "Ahhhh!" Pierce relaxed his body and a waterfall of ejaculate flowed down the back of Logan's hand. Logan said, "Cool! I'm gonna' fuckin' volley a round any second now." Nick turned around to watch the impending explosion. With the force of a Winchester rifle, Logan's hot, juicy sex gravy flew nearly five feet and splattered on the TV screen. A dumbfounded Brandon asked Nick, "You ever seen that before from him?" "Yeah, but never that far." Logan smiled. "Whoa! I did blast it, didn't I? Now I'd better clean it up." Pierce shook Logan's sperm-covered hand. "It sure was fun. You're gonna' have to show me how to shoot like that." "Yeah, I'll do that. You southpaws really know how to work a guy over." Nick went over and put his hand on Pierce's head, messing up his hair. "Tell me about it!"
Nick and Pierce went back to their dorm room. Logan re-assured Brandon, "Short stuff, I still like your hand workin' me over the best." They headed to bed. Logan came into Brandon's room. "Brandon, I was just thinkin', it would be fine with me if we used only one bed. Would you like that?" Brandon then flased a "cat-that-just-ate-the-canary" smile, pulled back the covers, patted the mattress, and said, "Sure! It's kinda' cold in here, and you're just the thing to warm me up." Logan jumped into the bed, placed his arm around his newfound friend, and thought, 'I can't believe this. I'm not only this little stud's roommate, but I'm now lying right beside him!' Nick and Pierce were still awake. "Nicky, are you OK with what's been goin' on these few weeks?" "Yeah. Why?" "Just checking, that's all. You've always been one to keep feelings to yourself." "I do know one thing, Pierce. And this is no joke. I love you, buddy." A surprised Pierce finally replied, "I love you, too!" They hugged each other and hit the sack.
Early Monday morning, it was time to get back on the ice. Brandon had been trying to land his quad jump but just couldn't do it. "If I could get more elevation, I'd probably be able to nail it," he told his coach. Logan happened to overhear their conversaation. After the coach left, he skated over to Brandon, picked him up from behind, lifted him above his head, sped up, and said, "Here's your elevation, tell me when you're ready." "Huh? What are you trying to do?" "Shut up and get ready to go flying. Trust me." Logan threw Brandon from his arms. That did the trick. He landed the jump in a textbook manner. "Well, I'll be shit! Who taught you to do that?" "I guess I never told you. I skated pairs for a few years before I took up speedskating." They stood at center ice and looked at each other. "Short stuff, we're stiff again." Brandon rubbed his crotch. "Yeah," he giggled, "I know. So, we gonna' do anything about it?" "Fuck, why not?" Logan whipped out his stiff member. "We're alone here, aren't we?" "Yeah, nobody else is up this early." They sat in the face-off circle and began to beat off. Suddenly, they heard voices. "Aww, shit. We've got company." When Logan heard the voices were those of Nick and Pierce, he said, "Relax, they might want to join us." Pierce skated over to them. "Nicky, check this shit out. These fuckers are strokin' themselves off right here and now." "Yeah, and they didn't even invite us to join them." They sat down and started some serious dickplay on themselves. Logan got daring. "Let's dump our cream right here on the ice!" Nick suggested they do it quickly, before someone else came in. They wanked their burning willies as fast as they could. All four gusy let out moans which echoed throughout the ice rink. Four huge hosing spurts of jizz converged at one spot in the middle of the frozen surface. The pile of cum started to then freeze. "Awesome," Pierce offered. "That was majorly fun! It's nearly time for class. We'd better leave now." On the way out, Brandon looked back at the ice. "I'll never be able to look at this place again and keep a straight face."