Lacrosse Buds After Practice
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This standalone story is 100% FICTION. It is based on the young lacrosse players who appear at 0:14 of the ad. The characters names are of my own invention. You can identify them from right to left. Omar Vaughn, Justin Dean (Ginger Boy), Nate Riley (Boy with car key), Milo Elvira (Latino Boy behind Nate), and Levell Bates (Black Boy at the end). It also marks my comeback after a long hiatus. I also use a lot of slang terms in this story just so you know. Hope you enjoy it!
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Title: The Lacrosse Boys
© James Jenkins 2023
Justin Dean had fucked four of the boys on the lacrosse team – boys from the Junior High lacrosse team. The smallest was 112 pounds, the largest 189 pounds. They all knew about it, and so Nate Riley thought most of the 8th grade class did, and probably half the rest of the school, too. Not that our school was so big, with only about 500 students per grade. That meant everyone knew whom everyone else was fucking. But as much fucking as was going on that year, none of the gossip stuck like glue to the rep of Justin's club of lacrosse players.
He played in all the home matches. Sometimes he managed to string him along. Justin #17 was a natural in the sport itself, more than any other sport. The sleek dark-haired 13-year-old, #19, wasn't sure he even noticed at all – he certainly didn't boast or even seem to be remotely interested in any of the girls or the cheerleaders. He didn't seem to care who won sometimes. He said he just had something for the uniform and the adrenaline and the thrill rush. It never exuded any allure for him, though Nate couldn't help admitting four of the boys were hot.
Besides being totally uninterested in the sport, the other thing that made Justin's numerous encounters with the other lacrosse boys somewhat odd, and gave it even greater popularity, was the fact that he was a run-of-the-mill introverted boy. Nate wasn't sure he'd ever even held a conversation with any of the boys he fucked. Justin was known as a shy boy. Hence, because he never acknowledged the scandalous trysts in public, Nate thought at least half the students didn't believe the rumors totally.
Justin made Nate to aromatize – or initiate – each time, and each time he made him watch. The first time, when he fucked Omar Vaughn, the black midfield player, he convinced him to invite their teammate to fuck him. Justin told him just what to say, and after some pitiful pleading on his part, Nate agreed. He walked straight up to Omar at his locker and told him, "Justin Dean has a crush on you, and he wants to know if you'll make out with him."
Dumbstruck, Omar nearly dropped his gear. He immediately assumed Nate was bull shitting, that his buddies had put him up to it. No one in their right mind would believe Justin capable of involvement in such a plot. While Nate had secretly been something of a manho, his reputation itself was clean. But that isn't why Omar knew he could trust him. He knew better because they'd hooked up a few times during the 6th grade.
"You for real, man?" Omar asked.
"Yeah. I'm not playing you," I assured him. "He's 100% for real."
That's when Omar saw Justin peaking around the corner about 10 feet away, and that's when he first allowed himself to entertain the notion that they might not be involved in a prank after all.
"I don't get it," said Omar, still looking over Nate's shoulder at Justin. Nate didn't bother to check, but imagined he was bashfully looking back at him from down the hall. "The fuck am I supposed to say?"
"Guess you should just say yes or no," Nate replied shrugging his shoulders. "I mean, you either wanna fuck him or you don't."
"Just like that?" Omar asked. "I just say yes, and we bang each other?"
"You go to Justin's house after school today. You have sex. You jet," Nate explained. "Oh, and I will be there, too. But you don't get to touch me."
Omar's dark-brown eyes finally returned to Nate's tanned face. "Shhhhit," he said. "I don't know about this..."
"Don't you think he's hot?" Nate asked.
"Yeah, sure," Omar said, glancing back up at Justin. "He's cute. I mean, half the grade thinks he's cute. He's got a nice ass I mean..." He looked back at him again. "But it's just so weird. I can't believe you're talkin' about this."
"Better believe it. We'll be waiting at my mom's Buick by the field after the game," Nate said.
"You mean right after school?" Omar said. "Shit, we've lacrosse practice, I can't go then."
"You can be late to practice," Nate told him. "Justin says he'll make it worth your while."
Omar was still feeling himself blushing under his rich dark cheeks. "Okay, okay," he conceded. "I'll be there."
"Cool," Nate said. "Don't tell the others. If it looks like anyone is onto this, you'll miss your chance," He cautioned him. "Oh, and you can't tell them afterwards, either" Nate added, knowing that was asking too much. He assured him it would be kept on the low. The team's prime offense player didn't believe him, but at least Nate covered that point.
Justin caught up with Nate, Omar rode in the back. No one talked. Not a word the whole way to the lanky boy's house.
Turns out his parents weren't home and wouldn't be back for eight hours. Justin disappeared and left him standing with Omar in the living room for a minute. He looked at him, stark mute, and said he still couldn't believe this was really going down. He said he was waiting for "the Bros" to jump out laughing at him. Nate assured him he was the only guy around.
Justin returned from upstairs holding a bottle of Captain Morgan's Rum. He took a swig off it and handed it to Omar. He took a sip and passed it to his mate. Nate set it down. He didn't think booze was a smart stimulant to add to this otherwise stupid hangout he'd been asked to organize.
"So..." Omar said nervously.
"So take your clothes off," Justin said. Those being his first words since Omar drew near the sweet black Buick after school.
"I'll be in the other room," Nate announced.
Justin turned to Nate. "No. I want you to stay here...I want you to be here."
His face blanked; Nate was surprised. He'd agreed to stay for Justin's sake, but Nate didn't think that demand him being in the same room. Certainly, he could shout if Omar had gotten out of hand, assuming that was why he wanted a wingman.
"I really don't wanna watch," Nate said matter-o-fact. "No offense, it's just not really my thing."
"You don't have to watch," Justin said. "Just please don't leave the room."
Nate sat down and picked up a Van Gogh painting book from the coffee table. Nate never even opened it.
Omar stood still for a moment. Justin saw he was being bashful, so he took the light blue jersey and t-shirt off, revealing a cotton tee covering his two small but perky nipples. He stared straight at them for what he surely thought was a mere instant but was well over a second, then he glanced away nonchalantly.
A second later, Justin's hands removed the tee, and it was on the floor. His small nipples, firm and perky as they naturally were, hardly moved a bit. Next, off came Justin's pants. He kicked them away to reveal he wasn't wearing any socks, and his sneakers he'd slipped off at the door.
Omar remained motionless. He just watched. He looked Justin up and down. Justin reveled in his gaze, now wearing nothing more than a black, low-rise boyshort thong – basically a piece of anal floss maybe 5 inches wide with a narrow crotch stitched across it – wrapping straight around his hips and plunging into the depths of his ass cheeks. The boy looked outstanding to him, and Nate thought the same about Omar. He was slightly skinny. His hair was cut short and curly, mangled on one side than the other, a lovely natural red. His skin is pale and lightly freckled, but he was a heartthrob at that moment – the introverted boy who cast off his shyness before their eyes.
"Your go," Justin said to Omar.
The curly-haired teen complied, somewhat clumsily. His #20 jersey came off easily enough, exposing his hard pecks and abdomen. His skin was gorgeously dark, with dark clumps of hair forming in a vertical line below, around and above his naval, and around his brown nipples.
He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down around his ankles, revealing black boxer briefs that tightly hugged thick legs and a bulging dick. Nate had to admit he popped a bit when he first saw the contents of Omar's pants.
Omar had some trouble getting his jeans off over his feet, but he managed not to fall over in the attempt. After a few seconds of awkwardness, both Omar and Justin stood directly across from each other, staring. Nate couldn't help watching hypnotically.
Justin slipped his thumbs beneath the waist of his underwear and guided them down his legs, letting them fall from his knees to his ankles. He gently stepped out of them and left them on the floor.
"Look bro," he said, staring straight ahead at Omar as he slowly approached Justin "I don't wanna kiss or anything. I'm down with sucking your dick or whatever. I just want you to stick it in my ass and fuck me. Before you skete, I want you to pull out. Don't you dare blow inside me. Is that cool?"
The Caucasian boy almost snickered. Nate couldn't believe his ears, as though he were half awake in third period.
"Uh, sure, cool, whatever you want," Omar said, happy to oblige the odd request.
"Oh FYI don't skete on me, either" Justin added. "This isn't a Jerk Mate porno."
Justin stepped toward him and slipped his underwear off. His friend's cock sprung right out. It was more impressive than Nate remembered. Not as big in any aspect as a couple he'd touched in play, but bigger than most. His scrotum lolled proudly behind it – they were perhaps the more impressive feature, seemingly filled with delicious balls.
In a beat, Justin wrapped his hand around Omar's erect dick for a few seconds. He hummed in delight, then, walking backwards, he used it to pull Omar toward the divan. He crawled on his hands and knees over the divan and guided Omar in behind him. He clasped the ginger's hips with either hand or, with a bite of his lip, glided straight into Justin's waiting, evidently well-lubed crack.
Licking his lips Justin moaned. "Fuck me!" he exclaimed.
Now Nate was hot. He could barely contain himself. The boy wanted to touch himself. He was getting horny. Till then, he never really watched other people have sex before (expect online). He'd been present before, but it was usually while Nate was having sex. Plus. The kid certainly never watched a fellow peer lose his virginity.
Dude, I never would have dreamed it would happen like this-EVER!
Kind of hard to imagine a boy willingly, at his own ambitiative, getting poked doggy style the first time, he's ever had sex. But there it was, happening before his captivated eyes.
The distinct sound of Omar's pelvis slapping against Justin's ass was exquisite. He began to thrust into Justin with abandon. By the 7th stroke, he was really getting into it, and so was Justin.
"That's it," he cried out. "Fuck that ass! Fuck it HARD." Justin gave himself a couple of firm spanks on the right ass cheek. Omar pumped harder.
By the 11th stroke, no more than half a minute into the event, Omar grunted and hunched over Justin. With a spasm, Omar extracted his cock from Justin's ass and grabbed it with his right hand. Justin flung himself around to watch, sitting his butt right down on the divan, putting his face but a foot from Omar's cock.
Omar held out a cupped left hand and shot his white sugar right into it, spurt after spurt. He ejaculated so hard, joy juice splashed off his hand and droplets scattered about the divan and the floor next to it. After about seven strong jettisons of man milk, Omar stopped stroking and collapsed onto the divan.
Experience had taught him that even boys younger than Omar were usually guilt-ridden and embarrassed to skete so quickly during intercourse, but he didn't seem pissed at all. Perhaps he didn't care if Justin had been satisfied, but Nate thought even more likely the freakiness of the whole event had lent a surreal air. Or maybe he just didn't know busting a load in 6 seconds made one a poor jerkoff partner.
Regardless, Nate couldn't keep his mouth still.
"Is that all you've got?" Nate asked teasingly. "That's the first time this dude's ever had sex, and that's all you can give our bro?"
"Lay off him," Justin protested. "I thought it was great."
Sure, he seemed to enjoy the brief session, but brief it had been indeed. Now way could he not have experienced an orgasm either.
"I'm sorry," Omar said, finally duly embarrassed. "But it's the first time I've ever had sex, bro."
He dashed to the bathroom with his clothes, then reappeared just long enough to tell Justin he'd enjoyed the tryst, said "Sorry" again, thanked him, and asked him for a ride back to school so he could attend lacrosse practice, despite being late and somewhat wiped out.
In the first week, Justin never fucked any of his teammates more than once – not in a given meetup, and not in a separate mazz. After their tryst with Omar, they'd all been even easier to convince to ride home with Justin. They'd expected Omar to tell the whole team about his exploit, and while each was still somewhat surprised to receive the invite, and each had surely doubted the validity of Omar's original story, the truth gained scred with every additional fuck. By the time they were invited their mutual crush home for an orgy, Justin and Nate fantasized together about each of the boys on the team daydreaming about the moment they, too, might be asked to fuck Justin.
The second boy he hooked up with was Levell Bates, the energetic 100-pound #13 Defense player on the lacrosse team. Levell dominated the field, and despite his slight stature, he was rumored to be quite experienced with girls and boys. They'd heard more than a few stories around the boys locker room about Levell, who was also said to be quite hung between the legs.
The routine went almost identically. This time I didn't have to be invited to stay, but the whole thing played out almost the same way as the encounter with Omar. With each boy, Justin got a bit more adventurous. After seeing Levell's hard cock standing tall – indeed quite out of proportion to his body though by no means big in the grandiose sense – he couldn't help but drop to him knees and give it a few licks, some kisses and then take a good deal of its length into her mouth. The blow job lasted only seconds, but Levell savored every moment. The black youth glanced at him once while Justin sucked him off, but quickly he closed his brown eyes and turned away.
Justin got on his back for Levell and spread his legs wide. He kissed his stomach a few times and moved his head toward the fiery crotch, but Justin stopped him.
"Right," he reminded him, "What did I say?" Levell didn't put up a fight. Justin put a condom on him (they'd had a real talk after Omar), and he dove right in, cramming his dick right into him with one steady thrust. Levell fucked Justin hard in a beat. He moaned and laughed all the cute sentences he'd used on Omar.
Nate was hard again, maybe even more this time than last. Levell's average frame was shapely, light, but strong. He sported a high-top hairstyle and was only about 4'8", but he was hard as a rock and cut like limestone. Nate writhed in his seat a bit, brushing his own crotch against his gear bag, shifting his crotch just so in order to massage his dick, feeling his briefs grow moist.
A bummer, as Levell didn't last much longer than Omar had; not long enough for Justin – let alone Nate – to attain any mind-zapping pleasure.
"That was awesome," Justin told Levell as he collapsed on top of him for a moment.
The third boy to get the treatment was Milo Elvira, a 145-pound Latino teen said to be one of the fastest attackers on the team. From what Nate had seen, but also according to gossip, he'd never had a close match – he always won or lost flat out. Word was Milo had the most skill of anyone on the team and would have been undefeated if he could keep his hands out of his pants before matches. The other guys picked on him for jerking off before most of the games – they said he couldn't help himself; it was hormones or something. If he jerked off before a match, he didn't stand a chance. But he apparently still jerked off before almost every match.
Milo had one of the smallest yet most gorgeous cocks Nate had ever seen. Justin made him jerk it off before he even touched him. Justin asked him straight out if it was true, he jerked off before the matches he lost. He admitted it was in fact true. Justin asked why he did it, and Milo answered that he just couldn't help himself; he liked to jerk off.
He lasted the longest of the three – five minutes. With Milo, Justin really took things up a notch. Before he let him fuck Justin, he had him finger his ass for nine minutes, and then he had him poke a finger into the magnetic asshole. The anal play went on for a couple more minutes before Justin demanded Milo "shove that hot cock" insider him. He thrust in and out slowly, timidly, steadily. He nutted with a long, low groan.
Justin saved Omar for last. He was a lady killer for a black kid, and the only one Justin had ever really been friends with. Omar was the shyest to oblige, but Nate convinced him without too much trouble. Omar was rumored to have fucked most of the Asian and black boys and nine of the white girls in both the 7th and 8th grade classes. Plus, he was said to be a monster in bed.
In this case, that translated to lasting a few minutes, but having an ample tool with which to thrust, while it lasted. Omar was simply hot, no doubt about it. His body was perfect – muscular, almost hairless except the bristly bush around the base of his cock. Justin spent some time on him, and he let him eat his ass for quite a while. Way before Omar began fucking Justin, Nate had both hands down his underwear – this time he planned and wore baggy pants – and was fingering his hole while fondling his prick like mad. Omar noticed, and Nate thought it drove him wild.
Initially Nate thought Omar had showed some potential when he was the first not to be fully hard when his tight Under Armor briefs had initially shot off. But within seconds he'd risen to his full, astonishingly impressive length and girth, and seemed ready to explode. His big cock twitched and jerked as Justin used first fingertips, then fist, then tongue, then lips, then mouth to explore it. On a few occasions he pulled away, at first seeming to tease Justin. It soon became obvious he was merely trying not to skete before he even got the chance to be inside his enigmatic partner.
When Justin spread for him, Omar went straight at it. As he laid on his back, Omar knelt right between his legs on the divan, grabbed both Justin's legs by the undersides of his knees, and raised his hips right off the cushions. He guided his throbbing cock right into Justin's ass, soaked with his cum and his spit. Then he simply violated his best friend right there on the divan, while provoking him all the way.
This time Nate found himself cheering. "Fuck him!" he shouted as he poked and prodded his own hole with lustfulness. "Fuck him as hard as you can! Pound that sweet ass!" Justin began to scream loud enough for the cul-de-sac to hear.
It was so cliche that Omar couldn't handle the excitement. The 14-year-old groaned audibly as he began to skete straight into the condom, with one final plunge deep, deep inside Justin's ass.
"Don't you stop fucking him," Nate found himself saying. "Keep going. Gimme more!" Omar began stroking again. "That's it," he said. "That's dope man."
Omar crammed his dick in and out of him even as it grew limp as wet spaghetti. His face was distorted with pain, yet like a trooper he thrust his fading manhood in and out of him despite the chain reaction effect that made it tingle and ache.
Justin moaned the whole time – and the post ejaculation fucking lasted nearly two more minutes. Yet, Omar couldn't fuck him anymore; life never returned to his penis despite his best intentions.
When Justin finally had Nate invite each of their mutual friends back for another fuck, they were delighted. They found out before the end of school that they'd all been re-invited, the same day, at the same time. They met him at the Buick as a group. Justin had already gone home to wait for them.
"What gives?" asked Omar. "You invited all of us?"
"Yeah man," Nate answered on Justin's behalf. "Seems he wants to fuck you all at the same time. Justin figures that way maybe he'll get six minutes out of the shit."
The boys didn't laugh. They seemed confused.
"Check it, guys," Nate said, "no one's making you do this. You can all join in and have an awesome time, or you can all go home. But Justin says it's all or nothing. The kid doesn't want you one at a time, fuck it let alone even three."
Nate avidly played Super Mario Kart his Nintendo Switch and scanned the group. They each looked at each other in turn.
Milo laughed. "Shit, we'd might as well do it, right?"
"Why not?" asked Levell, high-blown. Not like they haven't seen each other nude before. They all chucked.
"That's what I'm talkin' about, bros," Nate said. "Hop in." Nate strode around to the passenger's side, unlocked the doors to his mom's Buick, jumped in as he started it up. As the skinniest, Milo joined him on the left. The others squeezed into the back.
Nate wanted to be the one to break the awkward silence, so before they even got off the school grounds, he boldly spoke up: "This isn't gonna be a contest, guys. You'd better be good to Justin or I'm gonna call the whole thing off. You were all cool by yourselves, but I've seen how you guys get around each other. He wants to get fucked good, and for some reason he's gonna fuck you all over again, but he doesn't want to get treated like a piece of trash. Got it?"
Levell waited for his know-it-all lecture to end before saying, "Hey, you know, Nate, I can last a whole lot longer if I've a chance to skete before I fuck. I can be hard again in about three minutes, and I last a lot longer the second go round."
The other guys all whooped in their approval.
"Well, I guess that's what Justin's counting on," Nate said. "He thinks if you guys fuck him one at a time, by the time you are done watching your buddies fuck him, you'll be hard again. He's hoping to get a good thirteen minutes out of you all this time," Nate said, insinuating with a chuckle.
"Well," Levell came back, "I can do it eight or nine times, so it's not as if coming beforehand will cause me to only be able to do it once with him later. I think we should all skete now – that way Justin will get the best from us all, right off the bat. Plus, it'll help relax us, too."
"Okay," Nate said, "what do you want me to do, pull over here so you can have a circle jerk in the rec room?"
"No," said Milo. "My house is right up here. Let's stop there. We can all jack off and then we'll be in great shape when we get to Justin's."
That plan sounded dope to me. Nate's mother reached Milo's driveway and turned the car off. "You guys have 5 minutes," he announced. "That should be plenty of time. Go do your thing."
The boys all climbed out, but Levell leaned over to Nate's side. "Check it, Nate, we all know how much you'll love to watch –"
"Go!" Nate hissed at Levell.
He started to turn, but then spun back around. "C'mon, Nate. Don't you wanna watch four guys hit the #1 spot for once?"
"I think I can wait," Nate said, unwilling to admit out loud that a streak within him was clamoring to follow his friend into the house.
Levell finally gave in and trailed his buddies into the front door. While Nate started a new level and slouched in the center of the passenger's seat. The first minute passed like an hour. Nate could barely contain his curiosity, and eventually he couldn't even do that.
Slipping his Switch into his bag with chagrin at having to pause the game, Nate bid his mom goodbye and opened the front door quietly and snuck about the house, from room to room, looking for the guys. He imagined they'd split up and were behind various closed bedroom and bathroom doors. The idea of surprising one of them excited Nate. But Nate had no way of knowing whom he'd walk in on.
After about a minute of trepidation, Nate picked a closed door and opened it swiftly. Proved to be a bathroom. There was Milo sitting on the toilet, seat down, hunched over himself, beating off like a good boy. He looked up at Nate, startled, and hunched further over his own lap. "Shit!" he exclaimed.
Nate smiled widely at him. "I was just checking to make sure you're doing your part," he said holding back a guffaw. That's when he noticed the Jugs adult magazine on the floor, a round Asian ass dominated an entire page, ass glistening beneath the anal gateway. "I never thought you had a hardon for the anime-looking babes," Nate said to Milo.
Milo's cute face went red. "It's all Omar had," he said, grinning broadly, then suddenly shied away. "I mean," he stammered, "I like girls...and guys. Shit, I didn't mean it to come out like that."
So sweet of Milo to ponder his feelings. "Yeah, it's cool," Nate told him. "If you ever had some hot Asian ass, it'd be your choice – that much I know for a fact." That said, Nate disappeared, closing the door behind him, and turned to go down the hall.
The pictures covering the other door Nate chose revealed it to be a lady's bedroom, likely that of Milo's mother. The boy swung that door open swiftly and found Omar inside, sitting on the edge of the bed taking up much the same position he'd just found Milo in. He was furiously stroking his cock, but there was no porno in sight.
He looked up at Nate, and after a quick moment of clownstomp, he relaxed and said, "Well, are you just gonna stand there, or do you wanna finish this off?" Omar gestured toward his hard cock.
Biting his lip Nate grinned. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"It's been a while, Nate," he said. "I've never forgotten what mad skills you've got for sucking dick."
"Well," Nate said, feeling an added rush of excitement, "since you put it that way..." he strode directly over to Omar, turning his friend's head back behind Nate's shoulders, and knelt between his legs. Nate felt Omar's fingers on his soft hair immediately. Number 19 didn't play around; Nate just took the entire cock into his mouth and let his pal fuck his face. He gently pulled the murmuring boy's head toward and away from his crotch repeatedly, groaning ever so quietly with each stroke.
"That's it, Dude," Omar whispered as Nate sucked with fiery courage, slurping away loudly. "Yeah man...that's it." Nate kept his eyes closed the whole time, but he could feel tears welling up as the tip of his cock touched the gag reflex mercilessly, producing lots of moisture in both salivary glands and tear ducts. It felt awesome to have a hard cock in his mouth. Nate fantasized that the other boys were watching. Then he imagined Justin watching.
After ten minutes of pumping, Omar's cock began to twitch and throb a bit, and he groaned once loudly, indicating he was going to blast off. Nate ignored the warning and sucked harder, pulling on his balls a bit. He nutted hard, as always, shooting stream after stream of warm joy juice into his mouth. Nate tried drinking it down, but it was hard not to choke. Nate had to pull off the cock, squeeze it tightly in his left hand, and let the last few streams fire into his mouth from about an inch away. Some landed on his bottom lip and a bit ran down his chin, but most of it hit the target. Nate swallowed what was in his mouth and licked his lips to lap up the rest.
Nate was wiping his chin when he realized a crowd had gathered behind him. Facing the door, the shit for brains left it open, Omar had known the other three boys had all appeared there, watching in silence. Nate acted startled, though of course the only surprise was that all three of them were there, instead of just one or maybe two.
"Holy shit..." Levell voiced the general thought of all the boys, especially Omar. "That was fucking hot."
Nate stood straight up and said, "First round's over. We'll have to catch up on the second." As he walked past his mates in the doorway, he added, "You guys better not have drained yourselves dry. You've got a lot more feats to show off."
No one mentioned the raid to Justin, and he didn't seem to notice they were particularly late. When they entered the living room, he was already wearing only a pair of cotton briefs.
"You guys ready to fuck?" he asked. They all nodded or vocalized their agreement. "Good, then, let's get started. One at a time. Who wants to go first?"
Following a tense pause was finally broken by Levell stepping forward. "I'll go first," he said.
"Alright, then," Justin said. The rest of you get naked. But don't you dare jerk off. I want you fresh for me." Nate snickered a bit, but the other boys merely smirked, willing to play along. In a matter of seconds, all four lacrosse players were entirely undressed.
"Eat my ass first," Justin pressed Levell as he sat on the edge of the divan, poking his crotch out at him and slouching back. Nate sat observing, growing ever hornier on a slow flight that started after the boys had gone into Milo's house earlier.
Levell complied, stuffing his face between Justin's thighs, and pinching his pal's dick with his lips. After a few seconds of flickering tongue, he used his hand to part Justin's cave for better access. Justin seemed content as Levell licked and slurped away at his ass. The freckled beauty moaned slightly and wiggled a bit as his mate laid on his back.
The other boys were growing hard. Levell was stroking his dick, which grew bigger and bigger by the second. The others were just kind of playing with theirs casually as they stared at the beauty of Levell's head bobbing around Justin's crotch.
After a few more minutes, Justin motioned for Levell to draw closer to him. He reached up and took his cock from his hands, stroking it as it reached its full stature. Then he used both hands to stroke it – there was still room on either end. Next Justin pulled Levell's pelvis down toward his face and bent his big dick downward until the head reached his lips. Justin kissed it and licked it for a second before beginning to engulf it.
Levell was visibly uncomfortable for the first few seconds as his cock contorted downward, but then he threw a knee up onto the arm of the divan and leaned into position until it was nothing but out of this world. As Justin drew his dick deeper into his own mouth, he helped by bending his legs to thrust the hard shaft in and out – withdrawing fully for half a second then plunging about three inches straight in. Justin wasn't letting him go any further than that, as it was all he could do to stretch his mouth open enough to adjust his girth.
"Fuck my ass, Levell," Justin suddenly broke the relative silence. Nate tossed Levell a condom as he rose to his knees on the divan. He clumsily tore open the package and rolled the rubber onto his fully erect prick. Shysty, Levell shoved himself deep inside Justin, arching his upper torso backwards so his face wasn't buried in Milo's ass. He thrust in and out rhythmically, not particularly hard, but using long, consistent strokes. Justin kept sucking Levell's dick as he, too, got a little greedy lowering himself into his still-wanton mouth. He was swallowing him like a pro.
Shit, this beast is gonna show me up soon, Nate thought as he watched.
Nate was sweaty by now and had lost all sense of repression. He pulled his pal's pants and briefs to his knees and immediately started stroking the boy's dick with two fingers. In less than a minute, an orgasm rushed through him, enrapturing him to the shoulders. Nate only paused for a second, then resumed the exuberant stroking.
Impressively, Levell and Milo were both still putting it inside Justin. The other boys were plainly growing anxious. They had glanced over at Nate a few times, as had Milo, to get a good look at the fine hairy ass. But clearly the main spectacle was still Justin, just as he wanted it. Nate was mostly paying attention to Milo, who was so beautiful standing naked there dropping his fat cock into Justin's mouth over and over. He must've slurped that dick 11 times before he finally started to show apprehension, clearly nearing climax. Finally, he pulled out and started stroking his cock.
Levell looked him in the eyes, and Nate found himself nodding. He jerked the dazed boy's head to summon him. As the dark-brown boy strode toward him, Milo eagerly took the opportunity to approach Justin. He was reaching for Milo's dick when Omar shoved his own in his crush's face. Nate opened his mouth wide and guided Levell's swollen head toward his lips. Nate stopped him just at the point where his tender lips met the tip of his gorgeous cock. The timing was perfect: he fired four or five solid streams of cum into his mouth, one shot hitting the back of his throat full throttle. Nate gladly swallowed.
When Levell stepped away, Nate wiped his lips and looked back over at Justin. He was effortlessly sucking Milo's slim pike all the way to the base as Levell continued to fuck him. "Pound that ass!" he commanded, and presently Levell made his thrusting swifter, only to grunt loudly through a pained expression. He was coming in Justin's ass.
"Sweet dude," Justin said to Levell. "Milo, take his place. Omar, fuck my face man."
As Milo positioned himself between Justin's legs, Omar climbed onto the divan and straddled him in some kind of goalie stance, a foot at the side of each of his shoulders. He put his hands on the arm of the divan behind Justin's head and, knees bent, he lowered his dick into the insatiable waiting mouth.
Nate tossed a condom to Milo; he had it opened and in place just a few seconds after catching it. His prick was almost instantly inside Justin, who squealed with delight and ordered him to fuck Justin "hard and deep." He did, and Justin moved his hips in unison with his thrusts, stroking and sucking Omar in the midst.
Before long, Justin shouted, "Fuck!" His body coursed and he let out a ghastly "Aaaaahh!" as he nutted hard.
Marvelous Milo and suave Levell were already playing with themselves again, trying to revive their limp dicks. Milo didn't seem very hopeful in the short term, but Levell was eagerly and earnestly stroking his semi-stiff rod. Levell looked at his pal and Nate motioned him forth. Taking his pal's oversized cock into his hand and massaged it. Then the leaner boy wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard while tickling it with his tongue, putting the rubbery taste out of his mind until it passed.
Levell quickly grew thick and firm in his mate's mouth, living up to his earlier promise of a quick rebound. Nate began stroking his shaft with his lips, gliding effortlessly from head to base. His scent was dope; Nate closed his eyes and enjoyed his presence and Justin's lingering scent from his pubes while he gently placed his hands on those warm cheeks, as if to steady the boy's head. Meanwhile, Nate played with his solid dick, his pants and underwear still around his ankles.
With Milo between his legs, Justin's nearly constant moans finally began to crescendo, apparently heralding an orgasm. The ginger's moaning gave way to successive screams of "That's it!" and "Fuck Yeah!" followed by a prolonged "NGH!"
Milo, too, was clearly reaching orgasm as he fucked Justin. He grunted nine times then yelled, "I'm gonna blow!"
"Set it off, bro!" Justin shouted. "Skete right inside my ass."
Milo fell silent. Nate moved Levell to the side a bit, his dick still in Nate's mouth, so he could avidly watch Milo and Justin exploded together. He was stroking Omar now merely with his hand, but that seemed to suffice. Justin was jerking him off furiously. He pulled his hand away for a second, apparently to forego climaxing, but he quickly regained Justin's grip and commanded: "Skete all over me. Just do it, man."
While Milo was still slowly stroking him, spent but not yet resigned, Omar allowed himself to shoot sperm onto Justin's neck, shoulders, and nipples. Despite having already presumably shot a wad at his pal's house earlier, he produced nine copious puddles. Justin wiped his product up with his fingers and licked them clean, tasting man milk for the first time. He looked up at Omar and grinned.
"Dope," he told him.
Levell was now rock hard again in his buddy's mouth. Nate shoved him over toward his best friend as he lowered himself onto the floor and stuck Justin's ass in the air while his forearms braced his upper body over the fur rug.
"I want it deep in the ass," he said, looking over his lover's shoulder at Levell, who had already dropped to his knees behind him.
"Really?" he asked, as if by now he didn't know better than to be surprised by Justin's daredevil excitement.
"Really," he replied quickly. "Unless you're a wuss – I'm sure someone else will do it."
Half embarrassed Levell looked at Nate, as if he were the coach for instruction. "Got any lube, dude?" he asked.
Nate shook his head and handed him a new condom. "Spit lube it up," he said confidently.
Naughtily Levell licked the index and middle fingers on his right hand then spit on them and rubbed the spit around with his other hand. He poked a finger right inside Justin's little pink asshole, and it glided right in. The fiery-haired teen didn't even flinch.
"Forget it," he said. "Just fuck it. It's loose enough."
Gasping Levell was surely taken aback, but he obliged immediately. He dressed his chubby cock with protection and brought his hips up behind Justin's ass. He paused for a couple of seconds; it was obvious he'd never had anal sex before. But then he leaned forward and slid his dick right inside Justin. He remained still for just a moment, but then he started hissing orders. "Keep it moving, dude; keep it moving."
Levell gripped Justin's slim waist and started thrusting his full length in and out of him. From the right angle, Nate could see the tip of his dick emerge and his tight sweet anal crevice just before he thrust it all back in, Nate felt nearly seven inches in one heave. Justin was whimpering in pleasure; there was no sign he was experiencing even the slightest discomfort. It was news to Nate, but he must've been playing with him at sleepovers too. The first time Nate took it in the taint, the experience was not remotely so pleasant for the initial minute or two.
As Nate was watching Levell fuck Justin's ass, Omar drew towards him again. His dick, though primarily flaccid, was bigger than any of the others at their fullest. It began to show signs of renewal when Nate wrapped his lips around the enormous head. Nate pulled most of his limp cock inside his mouth and just caressed it with his tongue, waiting for it to gradually engorge until it began to muffle him. Then Nate started stroking, with his mouth and both fists, slowly at first, then voraciously. Nate had never touched such a huge cock, and he found himself even more turned on than he could've dreamed.
Justin looked over at Omar and Nate, the latter certain that was the first time he'd realized Nate had become one of the crew, as caught up in himself as he'd been. Nate was scared he'd be upset, but he smiled and winked reassuringly at him between a stroke-induced series of shudders and moans, as if to say, "Go get some, man."
Right about then, Milo appeared behind his perturbed friend. He was pulling Nate's pants and underwear off over both feet. Nate considered reprimanding him for not asking permission, but he was too caught up in the sounds of Justin's hot moaning and the giant dick buried in his face. Instead, Nate thrust his ass into the air. Milo had already acquired a condom from the array of them on the floor and draped his half-hard cock in it. Milo was still partly limp when he entered the warm hole, but after a few strokes, that changed. He grabbed Nate's ass as he began to wildly fuck his ass. Usually, Nate didn't like to get pounded like that, but under the circumstances it was just how he wanted to get fucked. He enjoyed time with Milo before, of course, and Nate sometimes preferred he pace himself so as not to cum too soon. But he seemed confident, and he was turned on by the out-and-out banging he displayed his aching hole, so I just enjoyed it.
Omar was now almost fully erect; perhaps, Nate mused, as hard as he was going to get after having shot two loads in under an hour. Nate marveled at his size as he licked and squeezed the ebony dick. He was alternately watching Milo fucking Nate and Levell ass-fucking Justin.
After five minutes of anal pounding, Levell announced half deranged, he was going to skete. Then his body froze up, leaving Justin to keep the action going by rocking back and forth on his spasming cock. Levell crumpled forward onto Justin as he squirmed beneath him, then he slowly pulled out.
"Yo, Omar," Justin said. "You're mine, now. Pick a cave and go down on it."
Omar donned a condom, sauntered over to Justin, and rolled him onto his back, still on the divan. He grabbed the crooks of his knees and spread both legs apart, lifting his ass a few inches into the air. With his feet squarely on the floor, he crouched down until his barely hard dick poked at Justin's freshly screwed asshole. It didn't go in easily, so Justin reached down to guide the fat tube in. After it squirmed and crumpled for a few seconds, Omar's cock finally breached Justin's main gate, and this time he heeded more credit of the neophyte.
"Whoa," Justin blurted as Omar guided his prick uneasily into the juicy ass. He would push in an inch, then withdraw half an inch, then repeat. This continued through numerous iterations, until finally Omar was close to pubes deep in Justin's butt. Then the confident strokes began.
Levell was pretty-well spent, now sitting on a chair as a mere observer. But Omar was showing renewed signs of interest, so Nate called him over for some chellis. Milo was expertly fucking his ass from behind, so Omar knelt in front of him for a blow job. Nate took his partly erect dick in his own mouth, and it sprang to attention almost instantly. Intoxicatingly Nate sucked him for a few minutes, stealing glances at Justin and Omar whenever he could, and occasionally looking back over his shoulder at Milo, telling him to keep fucking the panting boy. Nate was grimacing and moaning regularly, expecting an orgasm at any moment.
After a few minutes of fucking Justin's ass spread eagle, Omar pulled out and flipped himself over onto the divan, slouching down with his legs extended and his feet pointed, flat on the ground. Justin took the cue and climbed up onto him, lowering his asshole back onto Omar's big dick. Now the rest of us had a better view of just how deep Justin was taking Omar. It was impressive. Omar's bulging arms were doing much of the work to keep Justin from getting fully spit roasting. He seemed to know how far he was confident going, probably taking hints from his random hisses when he was basically all the way in. Once he was comfortable in the new position, Justin worked in unison with Omar to glide up and down on his cock fluidly and quite rapidly. They were both grunting now with each deep lunge, which on occasion seemed to involve a full trip from head to hilt.
Nate couldn't take it anymore. He didn't know what offered most to his pal's orgasm – the sight of Justin and Omar, or Milo's supersonic pounding of his now-sore anus, but Nate surrendered to a blistering climax and fell forward, leaving Omar's cock bobbing in the air, and forcing Milo to lunge forward to stay inside him. Milo, surprisingly, was nowhere near ready to shoot his next load, so he humped his hole from behind even as Nate laid mostly flat on the floor, spent for the moment, and tingling almost uncomfortably down below.
Omar and Justin fucked in that jaw-dropping position for a few luscious minutes until both were visibly growing too tired to keep the arrangement stable. At that point, Justin sat back on Omar's hard abs, and he used his hips to push in and pull out of him, a few inches each way, still at a decent pace. It was then that Justin announced he was still feeling bare.
Valiantly Omar came to help him: "Yo, Nick, help our bro out. Point your tank gun over here."
With Justin's legs draped limp over the black teen's knees, his thighs were spread wide, and his swelling hot ass exposed to the open air. Omar absorbed his dick, put his hands on the back of the divan, and then allowed his hips to approach Justin's hungry anus. He jabbed his dick inside and began thrusting as Omar and Justin, both encouraged him. A bumbling rhythm ensued between the three, with more shimmying than thrusting, but each appeared to be having a great time.
Nate didn't know if Milo was jealous or just vicariously thrilled, but something changed in his performance when that threesome started up. He started fucking him hard, almost insanely. Nate wouldn't have been enjoying it, except it was exciting to know he was so pumped. When Omar started nibbling on Justin's nuts as they jiggled about, he screeched with pleasure. That was all Milo needed, and he started groaning. Nate could feel his dick throbbing in his ass as he deposited burst after burst of cum into his condom. Then he collapsed on top of his lover, but Nate slid out from beneath his fresh limp body.
It was hardly two minutes before Omar was showing the all-too-familiar signs of apprehensive climax approach. Justin couldn't care less. "Fuck me HARD, Omar," he said. "Skete when you want to." Holy shit he did it. It was brief, and then he was gone.
Justin started stroking his hole. Even with Omar's huge cock wedged in his asshole, now thrusting like a piston once again, he looked unsatiated. Justin flicked, pinched, slapped, and tickled his dick as if frustrated. His innocent face contorted almost in anger, his blue eyes closed tightly, and he breathed through the sides of his cheeks, obviously concentrating on obtaining one more big orgasm for the day.
Nate was so proud of his teammate/best friend for the fantastic performance, he crawled over between Justin's legs and buried his face in his crotch before he even knew who it was.
"Oh, shit," he said just before grabbing the hair on the back of Nate's head and pressing his jaw firmly against the flaming crack. Nate had never tasted ass before, and he wasn't sure he loved the smell of dripping-wet hole and cock-burned ass at first. But after a few seconds, the tempo enveloped him completely and Nate was devouring it with his lips and tongue. Nate was probably more rapacious than a college kid at first, but eventually he got used to Justin's delicately engraved anatomy and settled in on his meat, using his tongue and lips in sync, with oh-so-gentle nibbles thrown in for good measure now and again.
Justin was really getting into it. Nate could tell from his moans and the way he massaged the back of his head with Justin's right hand. The whole thing turned Nate back on in a beat, and again his fingers found his own dick, stroking the hood and circling the gem. If Justin had not been his closest friend, Nate would only have been half as aroused. But the pleasure of giving the kid pleasure brought him headlong to an orgasm. Like a descending thunderbolt, the energy from his ass shot right up his spine and past his tongue, infecting Justin with an ecstatic shock. Not doubting he was crying when he finally shot off, and Nate was certain he didn't want him to see that he was watching Nate look up at him while Nate ate his hot meat. Between the tickling tongue flickers on his dick and Omar's massive dick up his pal's ass, the whole thing was too much. He shuddered and shivered as he nutted. Justin's winces and jolts kept up for at least several seconds, if not longer, with insane thrusts that forced his crush to cock his neck back to keep Nate's mouth from breaking away from his iron-hard blade.
Finally, Justin slumped back on Omar, spent. Justin closed his eyes fully now, then started to roll off him and onto the divan's blue cushion. Omar rolled with his, but he allowed his cock to make the long trip out of the voluptuous asshole, which was left wide open.
"You don't have to stop, Omar," Justin whimpered unconvincingly. "Keep fucking my ass until you get off. It's all for you."
Jaw dropped as Omar looked surprised and pleased, but like a true teammate, he asked if, he was sure.
"You bet," Justin replied, sticking his ass into the air as reassurance. Omar didn't hesitate to reenter Justin. He shoved his dick almost all the way back in and began stroking vigorously. Omar fucked his friend for another minute without pause, until it became clear, he was ready to blow.
"I want your joy juice," Nate found himself saying. Omar didn't miss a beat. He pulled out of Justin, ripped off the condom and threw it across the room, then started jerking himself off right in front of his face. On his knees, Nate let his jaw drop as that engorged cock head drew near. He stuck it right in, and Nate decided to see how much he could take of it. Nate pulled Omar's hand off his own shaft, reached around him with both hands to grab his ass cheeks, and pulled him enthusiastically to his crush. His dick slid deeper and deeper. Nate refrained from gagging with all his resolve, but he couldn't take more than half of his bud in. Nate continued to swallow as much of his pal's cock as he could, but Nate just couldn't take the length he wanted to. Nate resigned to sucking the fuck out of those first five inches, and before long reaped the bounty of several thick gobs of warm fluid. When he was done, Omar backtracked.
Nate still had most of Omar's joy juice in his mouth when he saw Justin's index finger curling to lure him over. Nate crawled halfway onto the divan, and they began kissing, sharing Omar's taste between them, and making out like they'd always been lovers. The boys touched each other's jewels for the first time, and Justin ran his hands up and down Nate's back as they kissed. The boys just watched, but by now they were barely aware of their eyes on them.