More than a Circle Jerk
by
Percxyz@aol.com
It was hard to believe I had made it to my senior year in high school without ever being in a circle jerk, but somehow I had. Now that was all changing. I was at Justin's house spending a Friday night with him, Marc and Rick. We had been out earlier with the whole gang, partying some and having a few beers. Fortunately the plan from the beginning had been to crash at Justin's house. I didn't want to go home with the nice buzz I had. It had been mainly a night with the guys and all of us ended up in Justin's basement horny as teenagers always are. Justin was on the football team, a wide receiver. All four of us were jocks. I swam and ran track while Marc and Rick were two of our school's best basketball players.
Justin had suggested the circle jerk and when Marc and Rick agreed, I went along with it too. Hell, I had seen all the guys in the gym plenty of times. But as I stood facing Justin, Marc to my right and Rick on my left, I realized this was different. I watched as all three unzipped their jeans. I hurried to do the same. My cock was rock hard. The beers and the talk about sex on the way to Justin's had all of us hard. I looked at Justin. His blond hair was cut short, not quite military, but close. He stood about my height, just about six feet and his tight frame was covered in muscles that were clearly defined under his polo shirt. As his jeans dropped around his knees, I glanced at Marc. He had brown hair, parted on the side, brown eyes and was taller than Justin or me, as was Rick. Being basketball players, the height was an advantage for them. Rick was darker skinned than the rest of us, being from an Italian family. Both were lean and lanky, though not skinny. My own body was enough to keep me proud among these guys. With swimming and track I didn't need the height like Marc and Rick had, but it kept me in shape.
Justin had reached into his jockeys and pulled out his cock. I felt my eyes widen at seeing it. Not that it was huge or anything, but it was hard. I hadn't ever seen Justin's cock hard before. A quick glance at the others showed me that Marc had the biggest cock. He had to be a full eight inches. Justin's looked a bit shorter, maybe seven, and Rick and I seemed about the same with more than six. I knew my cock was six and three quarters since a girl I had dated had actually measured it once. I realized that all three guys were stroking their cocks and started to do the same. I glanced around at them. Rick and Marc were concentrated on their cocks watching their hands moving. I looked at Justin and saw he had his head up, but his eyes closed. I took the opportunity to check them all out more closely.
Marc's cock was definitely the longest and he had a bushy patch of dark hair at the base. Rick's was about my six or so inches, also with a thick black patch of hair, but much thicker than Marc's. Justin's cock seemed to be a mix of the two. Longer than my own or Rick's but not quite as thick Marc's. I watched him as he stroked his cock. He was a jock that I had always admired. He just seemed to exude toughness and masculinity. Part of it was being on the football team. He took hits and tackles and kept on playing. Part of it was just attitude. He seemed to think of himself as the best and everyone seemed to go along with it. Even I did.
Justin's blond hair glowed in the lamp light of the basement. Being cut short like it was showed off his round shapely head and made him look really handsome. I felt my hand moving faster on my cock. I was getting close! Suddenly Justin opened his eyes and I quickly looked down at my cock.
"Last one to shoot is a cocksucker!" he said. We all laughed. We were standing about three feet apart and Marc was the first to cum. I saw his jizz shoot and heard him moan. That set me off along with Justin. My head snapped up some and I focused on Justin's shooting dick as I shot my load. Rick was the last to cum, but only by seconds. We called him a cocksucker a few times before Justin told him that since he was last to shoot he had to get the mop and clean the floor. Rick was good natured about it and cleaned up the mess without complaint. I could tell that they had done this before.
The action, such as it was, seemed to get everyone tired and Justin pointed out the sleeping arrangements. Three couches and an air mattress. The longest couch and the air mattress went to Rick and Marc, since they were both a couple inches taller than Justin or me. Justin took a couch and I got the last one. I was asleep before I knew it, drifting off as the other guys talked about bullshit.
I don't know when it was that my bladder woke me. The beers I had earlier were wanting out. I got up and made my way to the bathroom. It was past the steps, through the next room in the basement, then through the laundry room. Justin's parents were rich and had a huge house. I semi-stumbled my way there and was sighing with relief when I heard Justin's voice.
"Move over, Eric. I need to piss too." He startled me, but I managed to keep the flow into the toilet. Justin stepped up beside me on the left and started to piss. I couldn't help but look at his cock. We both finished up about the same time, and as I leaned over and reached for the handle to flush, Justin started playing with his cock some. I realized that my face was kind of close to his crotch and quickly straightened back up. I started to pull up the boxers I was wearing when Justin stopped me.
"Don't," he whispered. "Let's do it again. I've jerked off with those guys before, but not with you. Aren't you still horny?"
My dick was already getting hard so I didn't try to deny it. Justin had a musky sexy smell about him and as I inhaled my cock reached full mast. Justin was already stroking himself lightly, so I grabbed my own cock. We stroked together for a minute, so close that we touched every once in a while as we moved. Neither of us had on anything but our underwear and I found myself checking out Justin's chest and abs. I didn't realize that I was staring until he spoke again.
"Caught you checking me out earlier, dude. Now you're doing it again. Like my body, bud?"
"I..um..I was just..."
"Relax, Eric. I don't mind you looking. I know that I'm a hot fucker!" There was that cocky, arrogant attitude again. But I didn't mind. Justin let his right arm, which he was using on his cock, bump into my side a few times. The contact seemed electric to me and my cock swelled even more. Then he dropped his cock and suddenly grabbed my left hand. Startled by his quick action, I didn't do anything as he wrapped my hand around his cock and started me stroking him. I tried to let go as he moaned in pleasure, but he held my hand on his cock. "Come on buddy. You were staring at it earlier and again just now. We both know you want to feel it, so go ahead and jack my cock some. Nobody will know. Oh fuck man, it feels so good!"
His voice seemed to be coming from far away and when he released my hand, I kept on slowly stroking his thick cock. It felt so different from my own. It was both steely hard and soft on the surface. It was also hot to the touch. I stared at it as I jacked him off, unconsciously timing my hands so that I was jacking us off together. Justin turned towards me, giving me better access to his cock. I flipped my hand so that I was pulling at his cock, making it feel better for him. My eyes drank in the sight of his hard abs, then his chest. His hands were flexing as I stroked him and the muscles in his shoulders were bunching then relaxing. My eyes traveled upward to his face. He was staring at me intently.
"Fuck that feels good, dude! I knew when I saw you checking out Rick's and Marc's cocks, then mine that you would be into this. Ahh yeah, grab it tighter. Yeah! That's the way. Yeah, you checked them out, didn't you? But your eyes kept coming back to me. I watched you, so don't deny it." I didn't know what to say, so just kept my mouth shut and kept jacking us both off. "Yeah, I could tell you wanted a good look at my cock, Eric. Why don't you get a closer look?"
I know I looked confused. Justin reached up and put both hands on my shoulders. His hands felt hot against my skin and the touch made my body tingle even more than it already was. I didn't resist as he pushed me onto my knees at his feet. I was now jacking his cock just ten inches from my face. I could see the head shining with precum as I milked the shaft. I couldn't believe I was on my knees jacking off this football stud, but it seemed right. I kept on stroking my own cock too. I looked up at Justin, who was staring down at me arrogantly.
"You look good on your knees in front of me, dude. Kinda natural. Like you're where your supposed to be. Yeah, slow down a bit, Eric. That's better. Slow down on yourself, too. We wanna make this last." I realized that I was almost frantically beating my meat and slowed my right hand on my cock to match my left on his. Justin widened his stance a bit and brought his cock closer to my face as he did it. I didn't know if I should back away, but then I felt his hand on the top of my head.
"Get the head of it wet, Eric."
"What?"
"Go on, get the head of my cock wet. It'll feel so much better. Come on, dude! Just do it!"
"How?" I managed to look up at him seeing the veins in his forearm standing out as he held my head in place.
"With your mouth, dumbass." Justin pulled my head into his crotch. I felt his cock brush against my lips. Startled, I pulled back.
"No way, Justin. I'm not gonna do that!"
"You want me to tell the guys how you were staring at me while you were jacking off and then put your hand on my cock. You want me to tell them how you jerked me off?" I looked up at him and just shook my head no. "That's what I figured," he continued. "Now we both know you want this. And I sure as shit want it! So open your mouth!" Not knowing what else to do, I let my mouth drop open. "That's the way." He pulled my head forward again and I felt his cockhead slide between my lips. I could taste salt from his sweat and his precum and the musky smell of his crotch overpowered me. I moved my head forward, taking more of his cock into my mouth. I listened as he moaned above me. What the fuck was I doing??
I tried to pull away, but Justin clamped both hands onto my head, holding me in place. I had dropped his cock and both my hands were on his hips, but I couldn't push him away, wouldn't. I felt his hips moving forward, inch after inch of his cock sliding into my mouth.
"Just take it, boy," he hissed. "You're my cocksucker now. Ahhhh, fuck yeah. This is great! Your mouth is as good as any chick's. I'm gonna be using it a lot, cocksucker." He pulled his hips back until his cockhead rested on my tongue, then shoved forward. I submissively accepted the thrust. Justin had taken over my mouth. I knew that if he wanted, the other guys would be in here in no time and would find me on my knees at the very least. Probably his cock would still be in my mouth. I accepted his dominance and let him fuck my mouth however he wanted.
His hips were moving faster and I dropped my hands down his legs, feeling the powerful muscles of his thighs. My eyes were focused on his rippling abs as I moved up and down his cock. He had a thin line of blind hairs running from his navel to his crotch where it spread out and darkened some, but still stayed blond. Finally, I risked looking up further. Justin's chest was heaving, the muscles expanding as he breathed. My eyes found his face and he was staring down at me.
"You're my cocksucker now, boy. And you are fucking good at it! I've never fucked a chick's mouth like I'm fucking yours. Ahhh yeahhhh. Take it, cocksucker. Take my fucking dick in your mouth! Ohh fuck, boy. You look so hot there on your knees, beating your meat and sucking mine! Fuck yeah!" I realized that I was jerking myself off again while Justin fucked my face. I felt myself blush, but kept working my cock. I was about ready to cum!
"Fuck Eric. You are one helluva cocksucker! Damn, boy, you are a natural! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum! Swallow it, cocksucker! Swallow my fucking cum!" I was half afraid he would wake the other guys, but his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth held my attention. Suddenly as I watched, his body stiffened above me. His whole chest expanded and he threw his head back. The cords in his neck stood out as he began to shoot his cum into my mouth. I could feel each spurt as it hit the roof of my mouth and settled onto my tongue. He tasted salty and good. I was surprised at how much I liked it. I felt my own cock begin to shoot. Together, we came. Me on the floor and Justin in my mouth. He looked back down at me.
"Swallow it, Eric. I want to see you swallow my fucking cum."
I obeyed, letting his thick cum slide down my throat. I could see him watching as the muscles in my neck worked to take his load to my stomach. Justin grinned. He released my head and took a step back, leaning against the sink. He was panting and had worked up a sweat. I knelt there, looking up at the guy who had proven himself to be a man - in my mouth.
"Clean up that mess on the floor, cocksucker." Justin pulled up his jockeys and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me on my knees.
Author's Note: First, let me thank all of those who have written about my other stories. I certainly appreciate it. If anyone out there would like this story to continue, I would like to hear from you. I hope you enjoyed it.
Copyright 2001 by the author. All Rights Reserved by the author other than the limited license granted to the Nifty Archive.