The Games Room by Sam Johnson samjohnson665@protonmail.com
A story of three twelve-year-old boys mucking around on a hot Sunday afternoon.
CHAPTER ONE
Cal lined up his shot on the pool table with great care. The twelve-year-old boy was a sports nut and took any competitive event seriously. But just as he was about to snap the pool cue back, he felt a prod in his butt -- and jumped up around with a cry of, "Fuck off, Liam!"
"Sorry! It slipped!" Liam said cheekily, holding his pool cue protectively in front of him, then laughing and zipping round the other side of the pool table as Cal tried to punch him in the arm. Liam, also twelve, was a smaller lad and no match for Cal in a physical contest. He was getting soundly beaten at pool -- for the second time in a row -- and was a bit over it.
The third boy in the basement that afternoon, Jackson, reading a comic on a big old couch across the room, called out, "Don't be an ass, Liam -- you agreed to play." Although he couldn't help smiling at his friend's typical antics.
The three twelve-year-old boys, Jackson, Cal and Liam, had repaired to the games room in Jackson's basement after it'd become too hot outside. They'd stripped down to just their shorts now and were becoming increasingly bored and antsy -- even the normally cool basement was starting to heat up on this scorcher of a Sunday afternoon.
Cal, though, remained committed to seeing the game through. He stood by the table, almost to attention, pool cue planted like a weapon in front of him. Cal had short dark hair, was very white-skinned -- always in sports kit outdoors -- and had a flat, taut, strong little boy-frame. "I've only got one ball and the black left to go, Liam," he said, trying to get his friend to focus. "You haven't got one of yours in yet -- you better get serious."
Jackson, lying flat on the couch, one hand absently trailing across his bare chest and tummy, let his comic fall to the floor. "Is that true?" he called. Jackson, the natural leader of the trio, had a precociously masculine shape to his young torso, one that he was proud of: neatly defined little pecs, a hint of shoulder, and even some subtle form to his taught little tummy. Along with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and strikingly pretty features, he was a certainty to develop into a young teen Adonis once he surged a bit further into his puberty.
"It'll be three-nil once I win this one," boasted Cal.
"Haven't you got a single ball in, Liam?" Jackson asked again.
"Whatever," Liam said, swiping his fringe. "So Captain Big Balls wins again -- big whoop!"
"That joke's getting real lame, Liam," Cal said.
Liam pointed at the table. "But you ARE big balls -- you chose 'em yourself -- both games -- big balls, big balls, big balls."
"Yeah, and you're little balls, then," Cal said. "Teeny weeny little ones," he added for good measure.
Liam responded by placing his pool cue in the position of a ludicrously big dick and made some thrusts with it. Cheekiness was his calling card and, when it didn't slip too far into silliness, one of his chief charms. Liam was less physically mature than the other boys but his slenderness was neat and sublimely proportioned. His honey smooth skin, flawless from tender shoulder to soft little tum, caressed the eye with all the natural grace of a seal pup frolicking in the shallows. The dark liquid eyes and easy smile, the golden brown hair always falling in his eyes, were a constant provocation to the world: his older cousins Amy and Elly were always trying to hug and cuddle him, which he didn't mind too much, so long as they didn't kiss him.
Jackson, who'd turned to watch Liam's nonsense, couldn't help laughing. He and Liam had only been friends since the start of the year, but they'd really hit it off; Jackson, a more serious boy, found Liam a crack-up. Cal floated among several different groups at school, hung out with some older boys he knew from footy, but he seemed to like spending weekends with Jackson and Liam.
Cal stretched his firm torso back over the pool table to line up his shot. Liam started to quietly move around behind Cal, but Cal barked, "Do that again and I really will punch your lights out!"
Liam retreated -- he could tell Cal was serious. He swung his pool cue about aimlessly -- almost hit a light fitting -- this was all getting so boring...
Jackson had wandered over. "You better sink at least one ball, Liam. You know the rules."
Liam looked at him blankly. "What rules?"
"If Cal pots all his balls before you get one in, you have to drop your daks and run a lap of the table."
Cal let out a whoop. "Ha! Yeah! Serves you right!"
"That's bullshit," Liam protested. "You're just making that up."
Jackson shook his head and insisted they were the rules. "Just make sure you get one in and there's no problem."
Cal drove his pool cue forward with a sure, sharp movement. The white hit the big Twelve with a sweet thwack and sent it straight in the corner pocket. "Ha! He cried. Just the black to go, Liam -- better get ready to drop 'em!"
Liam looked at the other two, suddenly at a loss for a wise-crack -- behind the smiles, they seemed serious. For the first time, he studied the table seriously. There was one small ball sitting in a nice position, close to the far corner pocket. He wasn't much good at this game, got bored with it after five minutes, but even he had a good chance of knocking this one in.
As Liam stretched his slender form across the table, carefully lining up the shot, Cal called, "Look where the black is, Liam...better not miss, or next shot you're starkers!"
The black was sitting over the centre pocket like a ripe peach ready to drop. All of a sudden Liam was quite anxious to make the shot -- no way was he going to drop his daks in front of them, no matter what they said. He'd never seen Jackson or Cal naked -- and they certainly hadn't seen him -- but Liam knew he was physically less developed. He didn't like the idea of flashing himself at all.
He tried to be very careful in his aim, but fluffed it, the white barely making it up the table. Finally it gave his target ball a gentle nudge, leaving it pretty much unmoved. "Oh bloody shit!" he cried. "That's not fair!" -- pointing at Cal -- "He put me off! I should get another shot!"
Jackson, highly amused, shook his head. "No way. You've done heaps worse to Cal."
Cal was loving it. "Better get ready, Captain Small Balls!" Cal had put up with a lot of baiting from Liam today, so this was going to be fun. He got himself into the zone, lined up the black. It was a pretty straightforward shot and he dispatched it with a sure, crisp smack.
"Alright!" Cal whooped, laughing. "Okay, Liam -- drop 'em!"
"No way," said Liam. "I said it was bullshit, and I'm not doing it."
"House rules, Liam," Jackson repeated stubbornly. "Just drop 'em and run a lap of the table -- it'll only take a second."
"But..." Liam continued gamely, "If...I mean, if no one told me before I started, it isn't fair."
Jackson considered this. He was leader of the trio, so he took seriously his role of judge. But he was also bored and felt a devilish urge to pursue this game...
"Tell you what," Jackson said. "I've got an idea." He walked over to a large sideboard which had a vase and a few framed family photos on it. He opened the middle drawer and, as he fossicked around, said, "You two play another game, and the loser has to strip off and run a lap of the table -- no, the whole room -- while wearing this!" He held up a little shiny square thing which the two other boys stared at dumbly.
"What is it?" Liam asked.
"A condom," Jackson said, laughing, his cheeks colouring a little -- something the fair-haired boy did quite easily, much to his chagrin. He'd discovered the condoms only a few days ago and assumed they were his older brother's. He'd been dying to take one and try it on, but hadn't been game, as there was only three in the drawer. But now he didn't care.
"No way!" they both cried.
Even though Cal would likely beat Liam ninety-nine times out of a hundred, he still didn't want to risk having to do something like that. "I already won three games in a row," Cal said. "He should have to do it right now, like the rules say."
But Jackson stood firm, said it was not fair to make Liam do it without knowing the rules first. "You're not chicken are you, Cal?"
"Of course not! I'll win easy."
Liam made a few more feeble attempts at protest, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to get out of this. He was getting more and more worried about stripping off if he lost -- he definitely didn't want to do that -- although there was also a strangely exciting element to it as well. Very confusing, really.
Liam broke and the game began. The atmosphere was quite charged, and the laughter grew louder. Liam regained his chirpy bravado, making Jackson laugh with his antics and wisecracks, like telling Cal not to get mixed up and put the condom on his head. Cal gave plenty back, taunting Liam with how soon he'd be dropping his daks, once even snapping the waistband of Liam's undies, causing him to jump sharply away with a, "Hey, fuck off!"
Liam did try his best -- tongue out, concentrating hard -- but he never really threatened. As Cal got closer and closer to victory he stuck his chest out -- his white taut chest with just a slight hint of puffiness round his little nipples. And he kept pointing his pool cue at Liam's crotch and saying, "Won't be long now -- we'll see who's got the big balls."
The moment Cal sunk the black, Liam dropped the pool cue and ran for the door -- but Jackson was two steps ahead of him, easily caught the slim lad, arm round his neck, holding him firm but not hurting him. Both boys were laughing, Liam begging for mercy.
"Come on, Jackson," Liam cried, "Lemme go -- I promise, I'm just going to check that no one's upstairs -- I mean, I don't wanna strip off if your mum's gunna come in."
Jackson dragged him back to the table. "Nice try, but Mum won't be home till later on this evening -- and Xavior's staying over at Ben's place."
Cal came round and stood guard as Jackson let him go. "Now come on," said Jackson, and handed him the condom.
Liam took it, looked at it with a stupid grin, then moved his hands to the waist band of his shorts, as if about to take them down -- then suddenly dropped the condom and tried making another break for it. This time round the other side of the pool table, where he was easily trapped by Cal and Jackson going either side.
They grabbed him, kicking and screaming and laughing -- he put up quite a fight, but they dragged him over to the couch, forcing him down on it. Jackson held him there, pinned his arms back, showing the boy's smooth pits and the slender body stretched out. Cal, with a determined smile, knelt before him, quickly grabbed at the waistband of Liam's shorts and tugged 'em down -- then roughly at the little undies, yanking 'em right down past his knees.
"Fuck orrrff!" Liam cried, half-laughing, half-horrified, trying to twist himself free or at least free his arms, but he couldn't -- Jackson was too strong. He was trapped there, exposed -- his soft uncut penis and plump little ball-bag -- no pubic hair yet, so the whiter skin of his sex area was totally smooth -- it was unbearably rude and embarrassing.
"Hold still," Jackson told him. "It was a fair bet, you gotta do it, Liam."
Cal was in front of Liam, his hands on Liam's thighs, not really sure what to do next, but his sporting instinct fully engaged by this pubescent boy-play.
"Get the condom, Cal," Jackson told him "It's over -- geez, hold bloody still Liam! -- over near the pool table."
Liam didn't even really know what they were going to do to him -- but he was determined he wasn't going to let 'em. As Cal went over to the pool table, Liam made a sudden surprise wrench and twist and managed to break free and jump up from the couch -- but his shorts and undies were still tangled round his ankles and as he quickly tried to yank 'em back up, Jackson grabbed him from behind and dragged him back on the couch.
"Lemmee goooooo!" Liam squealed, continuing to laugh and twist about. They got into a strenuous wrestle on the couch, cursing and breathing hard, entwining legs, bumping and slipping across each other's bodies as they fought for a position of dominance. Jackson kept the upper hand pretty easily, but let Liam have enough freedom to keep the wrestling bout alive, enjoying it. They'd had plenty of wrestles before, but none like this -- usually Liam gave in straight away, but now he was a wild boy, twisting and grappling strenuously, his penis flipping about like a little lamb's tail, trying to reach down and pull his undies back up -- once succeeding, but the moment the blue briefs were roughly back in place, Jackson forced him down and easily ripped the boy's undies back down, finally getting 'em right off and tossing on the floor with his shorts. As Liam again howled his laughing protest, Jackson impulsively gave Liam's penis a quick gentle tug -- which caused an eruption of energy from naked boy, who managed to flip positions Jackson, momentarily off-guard with laughter -- got him flat on his back and sat on him with a triumphant HA! Jackson lay there getting his breath back, tensing his tummy muscles under Liam's bare butt and little ball bag gently resting, his penis sticking out a bit. "See how you like it!" Liam cried, and lightening-quick shot his hand back and straight in under the elastic waistband of Jackson's shorts. Jackson jack-knifed up, then hurled Liam back, getting to his knees and grappling with him, twisting him, using his superior strength now to finally get Liam locked up in a tight bear-grip, his back flat against Jackson's straining torso.
And that was the winning manoeuvre, the fight out of Liam for the moment, both boys puffing hard.
Cal had returned, holding the condom, watching the wrestling spectacle. "Time to put this on," he said, waving the condom at Liam.
Jackson shifted a bit on the couch, kneeling and holding Liam tight to him, in fact pulling him tighter to him. He was a bit distracted for the moment. Toward the end of the wrestling, he'd starting getting a boner -- fast and hard. It was crushed now against Liam's bare bottom, the cotton of his shorts rasping over his knob. Every time Liam moved at all, or even clenched a butt cheek, Jackson couldn't help grinding his flattened boy-cock against him, although he tried not to make it too obvious.
"Alright, let me go, I'll put it on," pleaded Liam.
"No way," said Jackson. "You'll run for it. You're staying right here -- Cal, you put it on him."
"Don't hold so tight." Liam pushed at the arm round his tummy.
Cal ripped at the wrapper and got the condom out.
"Jesus Christ," Liam muttered. The poor lad was still burning with embarrassment, slender body arching back into Jackson's bear grip, tummy stretched and ribcage flaring, his big boy feet on the floor. And his penis had a bit of a perky curve to it now, almost double the size from when his pants had first been pulled down, the foreskin a little tighter over the knob.
Cal knelt before Liam, fiddling about with the condom. "How does it go on?"
"You just put it on his dick," Jackson said unhelpfully. This was a time before the internet and ubiquitous sex ed -- knowledge was hard to come by, and often unreliable.
Cal nodded, then, on a stray impulse, reached to fondle Liam's soft little ball sack. "Captain Small Balls," he said, wondering at how different it felt to play with another boy's.
Jackson snapped, "Don't be an arsehole, Cal -- his balls are big enough."
Cal was stung. "I didn't mean...just the names we were saying before..." He felt Liam's balls again, the hot hard orbs slipping around so silkily around in his soft little sack. "They feel pretty big, actually," he said contritely.
Removing his hand, looking again at the condom, Cal said to Jackson, "I, um...he has to have a boner first, doesn't he...?"
"Yeah, he does."
Cal shuffled closer, pushing Liam's knees apart for easier access. "Better think about a sexy girl, Liam," he said with a red-faced laugh. Then, tentatively, he started playing with Liam's penis.
Liam squeezed his eyes shut, tried squirming away from it, but, from behind, Jackson only tightened his hold.
"Keep still, dummy," Jackson growled. His hard cock had slipped flat between Liam's butt cheeks and he couldn't help grinding into it and was worried he'd soon cum in his pants.
At first Cal was very tentative, touching Liam's penis as though it was a delicate rosebud.
"Nooo!!" Liam cried, laughing. "Don't! Let me go! I'll do it myself! I promise!" But he didn't struggle too much now -- a boy instinctively knows not to make any sudden moves when his penis is in a strange place.
With finger and thumb, like a maiden carefully selecting a grape, Cal held the head of Liam's penis and began rubbing the foreskin back and forth. The boys laughed at how quickly he got a stiffy. Not big, by any means, but sticking up impudently, not to be ignored, like a poke in the eye or the exclamation point to a rude joke.
Giving it a few playful twangs, Cal sat back on his heels and said, "Does it get any bigger?"
Liam, who was watching himself being fondled with a look that changed from embarrassment to wonder to excitement and back to embarrassment, said defensively, "Yeah, sometimes it can..."
Cal leant forward again, resting an elbow on Liam's thigh, and started masturbating him more vigorously, first with his fist tightly gripping the stiff prick, making the lad wince a bit, then back to finger and thumb, rapidly rubbing the soft foreskin up and down, showing his swollen little knob more and more.
Finally Cal stopped and sat back again, but shifted his position this time, so his hips were further back as he leaned forward -- an automatic posture for a boy hiding his arousal.
"Lemme check," Jackson said, reasserting his role as leader. He moved a hand down Liam's tummy to begin feeling and masturbating him as Cal had done. Liam's response was becoming more frowning -- the feel of it was very new, increasingly intense, and very worrying.
"Sometimes this helps," Jackson said, moving his hand to his mouth, getting a subtle taste of Liam's sex as he coated his fingers in saliva. He got the end of Liam's dick nice and wet and slippery and started rubbing him again, his swollen glans now glistening brightly in the light.
"Ooh, fuck...fuck!" Liam cried softly, flinching at the now sharp bites of pleasure right in the knob of his dick. He started twisting about again, worried he was about to have an accident, piss himself or something.
Jackson found Liam's tense movements difficult to deal with -- while still masturbating him, Jackson tightened his arm round the boy's tummy and made a couple of prolonged thrusts of his cock along Liam's butt crack. But he also tried to stop himself, didn't want to spurt his stuff -- and he was suddenly squeezing Liam's erection very hard.
"Ow, shit! Jackson, that hurts!" Liam cried.
Jackson immediately let him go, immediately relaxed back a bit from Liam's bottom. "Sorry," he mumbled. For a moment, Jackson wasn't even sure if he'd jizzed or not, but as his molten wave of boy-heat subsided, he realised he'd saved the day.
Jackson, his composure regained, said to Cal, "Okay, he should be right now -- put it on him."
Cal brought the condom to him; Liam made himself perfectly still, watching closely.
Cal pulled the condom by the rim, down over the head of Liam's cock, which pushed straight up to the very end of the tip, his knob squashing inside the translucent rubber. The boys laughed at it, Liam pushing his dick hard up into it as Cal got it unrolled down to the base, still leaving a thick rim of unrolled rubber. Liam's cock wasn't thick enough to fill it and it clung to him like a wrinkly old man's raincoat.
Liam stood up off the couch to display himself all round, bucking his hips, waggling the loose condom about, getting more laughter. The flapping rubber stayed on him, but only just.
Jackson then stood up, checking the front of his shorts -- sure enough there was quite a wet spot where his erection tented the loose material. He brushed at it, but Liam saw straightaway and hooted, "You pissed yourself!"
"It's not piss," Jackson told him, laughing, red-faced. Then he said shyly, "I better take 'em off..." He pulled his shorts right down -- he wasn't wearing undies -- and kicked 'em off and then stood there, glowing with self-consciousness, the brazen display of his sexual arousal.
"Geez, yours is big," Liam said.
It was a fine, handsome, beautifully formed boy-cock, certainly a bit bigger than Liam's, and also showing a hint of sexual intent, looking more like something to fuck with, in part due to the fringe of dark blonde pubic hair starting to grow round the base of it, and also the slightly bigger balls pulled up in a tight smooth sack.
Jackson automatically handled himself to move his foreskin completely back behind the glans, something he always did, if alone, when he had an erection. Then he used his fingers to wipe a dribble of wetness from his cock head.
"Mine's bigger," Cal suddenly laughed, jumping up from the floor and showing how stiff his cock was in his shorts by flattening the material around his erection.
"Show us -- you can't tell anything like that," Liam said, enjoying a brief moment of superiority, the in-group now requiring full nudity.
"Doesn't worry me either way," Cal shot back, bright pink spots on his fair cheeks. And he pulled his shorts down, letting them fall to the floor. Then he hooked his sky-blue briefs and tugged 'em down a little bit, just far enough to expose himself, let his erection spring free. After hesitating, he quickly pushed his undies right down and off, then stood up trying to look unfazed, but actually looking more acutely embarrassed than the other two.
Cal was at a similar stage of development to Jackson -- his cock may have been slightly longer, although he had a generous overhang of foreskin, budding over the end of his full erection then stretching in a tight fit over the sleek design of his swollen glans. It looked like he had more pubic hair, but that was probably because his little beginner's patch was black and showed so starkly against all the smooth whiteness of his tummy and thighs. One thing Cal clearly did have was the biggest balls, showing a bit of weight on the boy, though pulled up tight now in his excitement.
Cal stood defiantly as it was his turn to be looked at, but his cheeks were burning: his white smooth skin, his proto-athletic form, along with the fact he was the serious sporty boy, somehow made his nakedness ruder, made it more of an illicit thrill to see his hard penis sticking out.
For the moment the boys stayed where they were, glancing nervously at each other, handling themselves, pushing their cocks right out, telling each other just how hard their cocks were -- insisting they were getting harder with each passing minute. In the warm room, the boys' sexual arousal was contagious and self-reinforcing. A sweet boy-scent rose from their young bodies, an intoxicating brew of pheromones and hormones, wafted from bare sweaty armpits, radiated from their exposed hot sex, while their smooth skin seemed to glow with inflamed pubescence.
"I think Jackson's is bigger," Liam said loyally, or perhaps mischievously.
That was like a starter's pistol for Cal, who, with a challenging look, went straight over to Jackson. "Let's compare 'em," he said. Both boys shoved their erections toward each other, carefully docking them together, using their hands to line 'em up shaft to shaft. A game of millimetres ensued, the two flushed boys laughing and arguing about whether the bases of their cocks were perfectly aligned, bent knees and contorted torsos like something out of a boys' own Kama Sutra. Jackson took control of holding the two cocks together, and claimed Cal's protruding foreskin was cheating.
"You have to slide it back," Jackson said to Cal, and started manipulating his penis to achieve that.
Cal said, "It doesn't, Jack -- ooh fuck, don't -- it doesn't..."
Jackson found Cal's foreskin got tight and only slid back enough to show the tiniest tip of his glans. He was fascinated by it and gently played it back and forth, Cal watching and wincing, getting a cute little snarl on his face...until Cal suddenly flinched back sharply, grabbing at Jackson's hand to remove it. A sudden boiling wave had surged in Cal -- he almost shot his boy-load, and in fact did produce a little half-pulse of juice, running down onto his fingers as he grabbed himself.
"You're jizzing!" Jackson cried and quickly followed Cal and pulled his hand away so they could see him ejaculate.
Cal took a breath, easing back from the brink, shook his head. "I nearly did," he said. He held up his hand to show the dribble of juice he'd spurted, a hint of milky semen in it but mainly clear.
Liam, wide-eyed, moved closer to look. "That's your jizz?"
"A bit," Cal said coolly. "I shoot out way more than that."
Liam plucked the condom off his twanging stiffy and inspected the tip. "I think I did some, too..."
Cal said, "That's Jackson's spit, dummy."
Jackson suddenly said, "Hey Cal, rub your jizz on Liam's dick."
"Eh?" Liam said in reflex protest. But then he pushed his hips forward as Cal brought his fingers to him.
Cal wiped his sticky juice around the head of Liam's cock, getting it good and slippery, masturbating him with it. Liam felt the stabs of pleasure start up like before, but sharper, and he said "oh shit", and started clenching his knees together, dipping his hips.
Jackson watched with a small frown. The sudden idea that had popped into his head was to have Cal rub his jizz on his, Jackson's, dick, but he'd taken the safe option and projected the idea onto Liam.
Jackson said, "That's enough, Cal -- he probably can't jizz yet."
"I might," Liam protested, looking irritably at the hand now taken from him. Then he studied his cock, held it at the base between finger and thumb and said, "I spurted some out, I think."
"That's Cal's!" Jackson laughed. "You don't even wank yet."
"How do you know!" Liam shot back.
"You can't wank if you haven't got pubes," Jackson said, as though it was a scientifically recognised fact.
Cal had picked up the flaccid, unravelled condom from the floor. He started trying to pull it onto his cock, but he was thick enough to make it difficult, the rubber getting stuck and bunching up. He said to Jackson, "Is there any more of these?"
But Jackson didn't want to use another one -- bad enough one missing out of three, let alone two. "Wait a minute," he said, heading once again for the sideboard drawer. He came back with a green tube of ointment or something, another bloom of colour suffusing his fair cheeks.
"What is it?" Liam asked.
Jackson read off the tube: "Personal lubricant and..." he broke off laughing.
"What?" Cal and Liam said in unison.
"It's just...you put this stuff on your dick so it's easier to stick it in a girl's thing. Least, that's what Xavier reckons."
Cal, especially, thought that was hilarious, both he and Liam laughing and holding their erections.
Jackson walked over to Cal. "I'll put some on yours, then you can slide the condom on easy."
Cal, bright cheeked, presented his cock to Jackson.
Once the cap was off, Jackson positioned the nozzle above Cal's cock. Tilting his head to consider, Jackson decided to use a finger to push Cal's erection down to a horizontal position. Then he squeezed a generous line of the clear goo along the length of it.
Before the lubricant could start dripping off him, Jackson dropped the tube and grabbed Cal's cock and rubbed the goo all over it, coating it liberally, even matting his little fringe of pubic hair with it.
Cal was straight away savagely excited. He screwed his face up, head twisting to one side, straining his cock forward into Jackson's firm, slippery hand, fast approaching his orgasm again -- and this time he didn't care, didn't want to stop, wanted to explode his jizz into Jackson's hot hand.
But Jackson let him go. "Give us the condom," he said, sticking doggedly to the plan.
A little dazed, Cal handed it over. Jackson carefully pulled it over his friend's tight-foreskin covered knob, and started easing it on. And it slid down Cal's straining shaft nicely, fitting snugly but not too tightly. He had to unroll a bit more length than Liam had needed.
After a quick glance at Cal's intense stare, Jackson took his cock in a firm confident grip and began wanking him hard and fast.
"Fuck..." Cal said through clenched teeth, and got that darling little snarl again; with his hips straining right forward he managed some further little fuck-movements at Jackson's hot slippery fist, then, with a muted grunt, he shot his boy-load, filling the condom tip and back along the shaft, his intense orgasm causing him to take little unsteady steps forward as he bucked right to the end of it.
Like a sports star after a magnificent victory, Cal stood glowing in the spotlight, wiping a new film of sweat from his brow, breathing deeply, smiling shyly, all eyes on him.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!" a voice suddenly boomed from the games room door. It was Ben, a friend of Jackson's older brother.
The charged sexual atmosphere vanished in a heartbeat -- the three naked lads exploded like grenades, covering themselves with a hand while scrambling madly for their shorts, the devastation of being caught etched instantly on their drawn faces.
Ben started toward them, shaking his head in disbelief.
----- END OF CHAPTER ONE ------
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