The Games Room

The Games Room by Sam Johnson

CHAPTER THREE - CAL GOES ALL THE WAY

Jackson's first instinct was to head for the bathroom at the end of the room.

"Where do you think you're going?" I said.

"Just to clean up," he replied, making a vague gesture at his semen-coated tummy and boyhood.

I shook my head. "Orgy etiquette -- no getting dressed or taking a shower until everyone's finished."

Jackson paused, seemed undecided as to whether he'd keep going or not. But he came back. Funny kid, after putting on such a hot show, he almost seemed a bit bashful, occasionally moving a hand in front of himself. The sharp edge had come off his boner, which curved down slightly, an engorged but detumescing boy-tube, still leaking a few drops onto the floor. His few curls of pubic hair were almost invisible, plastered to him with cum. His glans, though, was still fully exposed and swollen, an angry dark pink, giving off aggressive sex signals. He wandered over to the armrest of the couch, was about to shift Esmerelda's head to sit down, then suddenly decided to use her yellow nylon hair to wipe some of the jizz off his penis. Liam sat up to allow his friend to use the doll, giving her inflated boobies a good groping as he did so.

"Ah shit!" Jackson cried, throwing the doll from him. Her straw hair had painfully rasped his tender boyhood. He went and sat beside Liam and fully covered himself with both hands.

"Looks like it's up to you, Cal," I said, turning back to him.

"For what?"

He was still fully, fiercely erect, even though the tight foreskin covering his knob made him look a little shy of full battle-readiness. "To fuck Esmerelda," I said. "It's like we're into extra time in the first half, and we haven't yet scored a single goal. Buddy, the team needs you. You need to fuck that bitch so that she stays fucked."

He shifted on his feet, giving another of his shy little snorts. It might have been corny, but I reckon Cal liked that sort of talk, liked the feel of his sex energy being put in a sporting container. He was gaining quite a bit of notice at the footy club -- there were high hopes he would become a star in a few years time. He was naturally gifted with superb hand-eye coordination, and it was combined with an intensity of focus that put some of the seniors to shame. All that remained to be seen was how his body developed, but his twelve-year old boy-form showed great promise, was like a neatly furled bud, all set to blossom into magnificent manhood once the requisite care and nurturing was applied.

I handled his cock lightly with my fingertips, felt the hardness respond with a subtle thrumming, a tensing of his thighs.

Then I moved to hold his stretched foreskin between thumb and index finger, started to slide it back and forth, only a very small way, showing just a tiny tip of glistening pink. Cal straight away worried and moved his hands up to stop mine. "Don't, Ben -- it hurts."

"What? It hurts just moving it that much?"

"Uh...no, but it will...if you try to pull it back."

"Have you ever retracted it fully, right back over the knob?" I asked.

"Nup," he said with a definite shake of the head. "It won't go."

"Show me how you wank, then," I said.

He seemed almost relieved to get himself safely in his own hands. With his smaller boy-fist, he got a good tight grip on himself, well behind the head, and brought a generous amount of skin bunching up over himself so that, on the down stroke, he didn't even begin to uncover his glans. A diligent workman, Cal started masturbating himself with his own private technique, until I touched his forearm and said, "Yeah, okay. Now let me have a go."

Over on the couch, the boys were quiet, watching their friend intently. Even Liam had for the moment lost any interest in making wisecracks or laughing at it all.

A little reluctantly, Cal let himself go, but didn't move his hand too far away, ready at a moment's notice to protect himself.

Once again I took hold of his cock head between thumb and finger. "I'm just going to see how tight it gets, okay -- but I won't force it."

"Mm..." he said uncertainly.

I started rubbing gently, a very small way up and back, and on about every third or fourth rub, I paused to see how far I could retract the foreskin with gradually increased force. It was tight, certainly, but I got it back about half-way, his glans bulging moist and purple out the end.

Cal was finding it difficult -- his sexual excitement was rising sharply again -- I kept masturbating him between retractions -- but he was still a bit tender from his recent orgasm, and his tight foreskin was hurting. He clenched his fists, made small protesting noises in his throat, took sharp breaths, but he was a good boy and kept himself roughly in position.

I let him go a moment to go fetch the tube of lube on the floor.

Liam said to Jackson, "He's gunna put that stuff on his dick."

I winked at him. "Can't pull the wool over your cock, eh Liam?"

Cal wasn't taking any notice of the byplay. He was worried about this, and his worried frown was quite cute, I had to admit -- made me want to do him, anyway.

Bringing the lube to him, I said, "I'm going to pull your foreskin right back, Cal -- it's tight, but it'll go -- I'll show you how, then you can do it, and it'll get easier each time."

But Cal was shaking his head, putting his hands around protectively again. "No, it doesn't -- honest, it hurts too much."

"But you were saying it hurt before I even did anything -- I reckon it just feels weird more than painful. It'll go...trust me."

But Cal kept fending my hands away, backing back a bit, laughing nervously. "Nah...shit, Ben, reckon I'll just leave it."

"Is this our next district footy champ? Afraid to have a proper wank with his buddies?"

"Why doesn't it go back?" Liam asked from the couch, lifting his butt to stick his stiffy right out (Christ, do twelve-year-old boys ever NOT have erections?) -- and he skun his foreskin right down, fully revealing his little pink knob. "See, it's easy."

It wasn't fair to be ragging on Cal now, so I said to Liam, "Cal's problem is his dick is too big -- maybe when yours grows a bit you'll have the same problem." Liam sat back down with a shrug and kept quiet.

I sensed an unspoken purr of thanks from Cal, who then presented himself to me.

"Going to man up?" I said to him, a friendly challenge.

"Yeah, alright..."

I squeezed a thick line of lube on him and ditched the tube. I gripped his shaft and got him good and slippery, but didn't stroke him too much -- he was right up there in the end zone again -- typical sportsman, goes from zero to ejaculation in ten seconds flat.

I moved my fist half off the end of his cock, formed a tight ring with thumb and finger and drew back down, squeezing him hard, pulling the slick foreskin halfway back, even a bit past halfway, causing a sharp intake of breath from Cal as he dipped his hips back.

"Shit, don't!" he cried softly.

But I followed him and re-gripped him to repeat the dose and after another good tight slide felt the stretching ring of skin pop over and behind the ridge of his knob.

"Fuck!" Cal cried at the stab of pain, ripping away from my grip, quickly bending over himself to inspect the damage. "Fuck," he said again, quieter, using his fingers to very gently test the very new, very worrying state of his penis.

But as he took some deep breaths, and realised it had stopped hurting, he stood tall again, even pushed his hips forward a bit, bending to one side to get a good first look at his pink glistening glans.

"Nice knob, buddy," I said, getting a big dopey grin from the boy.

"Yeah, Cal, it looks cool," Liam said.

Jackson said, "Now we can measure our cocks for real, Cal."

"Ha!" Cal, ever the sports nut, suddenly feeling frisky with his new tool, started straight toward Jackson -- but I grabbed his arm.

"Wait up, slugger. Just remember -- your knob will be sensitive as all fuck -- you gotta be a bit careful with it."

With my well-lubed hand I took him in a gentle grip, then ran my thumb lightly over his glans -- it got a succession of shivers from him. I ran his swollen knob through a very lightly touching fist, and it brought some sharper flinches.

"Oooh, fuck, it's..."

"Hurts?"

"Nngh...ah, sorta..."

"Too intense?'

"Mm, yeah, it is..." A few more light shivers, his tummy sucked right in. As I thought, the lightest touch on his swollen glans was close to unbearable, but again he stayed bravely where he was.

"Good boy," I said. "Now you're a stud and a sports star."

I gripped him behind the head with a tight grip, then with a concentrated choke and shove, popped his foreskin back over -- causing him another sharp flinch and little cry -- then sliding the skin slow and tight, then easier, until fully covering him again. And let him go.

He let out a big pent-up breath, immediately began pinching his foreskin over the end, like a little kid grabbing his favourite security blanket.

"Thanks, Ben," he mumbled.

"Just make sure you do that every time you wank, or muck around with these guys -- it'll get easier pretty quick."

Liam said, "And when he mucks around with you, Ben." Back in full cheeky mode.

"Of course," I said. "That goes without saying. I'll do it every time I see him."

"Even at school?!"

"Even at morning assembly," I said. "We'll tell Mr. Ellingsworth it's a science project."

Liam found that thought particularly entertaining. "And in music class -- Mr. Dent likes looking at boys' dicks."

"Really?" I said.

Jackson nodded in confirmation. "He always gets us to wear these silly costumes, and comes in when we're changing."

I looked at Cal who also nodded. "Yeah, he pretends like he's doing other stuff, but you can tell he's trying to perv."

I didn't know Mr. Dent; he was new and I didn't do music, but it was information to store away. "Seriously, though, you tell me if ever starts doing anything dodgy, that you don't like."

Jackson was a little contemptuous. "I'd punch him out if he did. But he's okay -- he's funny, and he's a good teacher."

"He just wants to play with this!" Liam cried, again shoving his stiffy out for the world to see.

"Yeah, he'd love to be here today," Jackson added, reaching across to give Liam's tummy a friendly back-hander, getting the boy to sit back down.

There was a sudden sharp movement beside me -- "Fuck!" -- Cal, curious for another go, had retracted his foreskin again, all the way, although not without some pain.

"Might be better to leave it for a bit, Cal -- you're getting pretty raw."

"Mm, yeah," he agreed, and started trying to get the foreskin back down. But he was doing it wrong, trying to dig under it with his fingers to pull it back down -- and really hurting himself in the process. "Fuck! Ow -- shit!" He let himself go, staring down, suddenly worried he'd broken it. He turned toward me. "Can you get it down, Ben?"

I showed him how I gripped behind the head, bunched and worked the foreskin back over the ridge of his glans. He nodded, wincing, yeah, that was it, thanks.

From there I moved my hand to feel his balls. Becoming familiar with the naked bodies of the three boys, the size of Cal's balls stood out a bit. They felt big on him, pulled up in his smooth pinkish ball-bag. He shifted a little uncomfortably as I maybe pressed a bit hard, and I said to him, "I think it's time you pumped a load into Esmerelda, eh?"

He gave a nod, a little smile of shy excitement.

"Okay, boys, off the couch -- time to get serious!"

They eagerly bounded up -- but Liam grabbed Esmerelda and held her in front of himself, like a human shield. Putting on a falsetto voice, he said, "Oh, Cal, I love you so much -- I want you to stick your dick in my pussy!"

I have to admit, it was impossible not to laugh at Liam -- his wise cracks were very cute. Cal laughed along, but the look in his eye, the pink spots on his fair cheeks -- the boy was fully roused and wanted to do something.

I quickly got the lube and went to the Liam-animated doll. Getting the doll pussy lubed up for Cal, Liam, keeping her in position, was peering round her shoulder. "What're you doing?" he asked.

"Don't want Liam to rip your little pussy apart, do we, Esmerelda?"

I think Liam was surprised the doll's cartoon vagina actually had a hole you could stick two fingers all the way in. He watched, fascinated. Then moved the doll aside to show his own stiff little prick. "Put some on mine," he said.

"Cal's going first," I said. "Then you can give her one."

Liam looked at me vaguely, and I realised he wasn't asking to be prepped to fuck her -- he just wanted me to rub his excited boyhood. I squirted a little line on his prick and stroked him up good and slippery, the boy screwing up his face up at the feel of it. Then I let him go and placed Esmerelda back in front of him, which he duly complied with, pulling the doll's bouncy ass hard against his stiffy.

Cal had come up beside me, nudging his shoulder against my bicep -- I swear, he was giving off a faint new odour -- I dunno, maybe from his armpits, or his crotch -- the smell of his boy sex -- and he reached to shove two fingers in the doll's hole as he'd seen me do. I squeezed a splodge of lube onto Cal's fingers as he quite carefully felt inside. "Geez..." he said, surprised at the nice slippery tightness of it, and gave that little laugh of his.

"Engineered to feel real nice on your cock," I said. It was the one part of the doll that the maker actually took some care with.

Cal, his little smile flipping to a snarl, suddenly shoved his two fingers in and out real hard, almost a little viciously, and began muscling his way in front of me.

"All yours, Slugger," I said, stepping out of the way.

And Cal was like a little bull-calf at a gate. Pushing his hips forward, taking little shuffling steps forward, grabbing the doll round the waist to adjust her height, then quickly using one hand to aim his cock, he started making premature thrusts at the pink lubed hole.

But Liam wasn't making it easy. He was trying to watch what Cal was doing, and was jiggling about, so that Cal kept missing, remained frustratingly wide of penetration, felt his tip start to go in only for it to twang out, his erection sliding harmlessly across the doll's thigh and stomach.

"Fuck, Liam," Cal said hotly, "hold still!"

"Don't push so hard!" Liam shot back.

Cal tried to rip the doll from Liam's grip. "Give her to me!"

But Liam was a tiger in defence. "No way, Cal! I'll hold more still -- just wait a second."

But Cal only went at it more aggressively. Sent the boy and doll stumbling backwards till Liam's little butt hit against the arm-rest of the couch.

It was the opportunity Cal had been waiting for. "Stay there!" he said with an angry croak. And Liam did, holding the doll tightly to him with both arms round her waist.

Cal quickly got in position, adjusted his stance, dipped his knees slightly as he used one hand to accurately line up his cock. And this time, one short deliberate push and his boy-cock was fully buried in the soft wet hole.

"Nngh."

"Did you get your dick in?" Liam asked.

"Hold still," Cal said quietly.

Jackson said, "He's got it in, Liam, so just stay there -- let him do it." It was then I noticed that Jackson, against the rules, had put his shorts back on -- I couldn't help feeling annoyed at his constant challenges to my authority since I'd entered the room -- but now wasn't the time to deal with it. Adjusting the erection in his pants, Jackson said, "Does it feel good, Cal?"

Cal made a small noise in his throat and nodded. Then, with another shuffle of his feet, started making small in-out movements -- or more like semi-circular squashing movements -- cute boyish little rubs and wriggles -- you couldn't really call it fucking -- but you could see his little butt clenching and re-clenching as he pleasured himself fiercely. Cal reached round the doll's middle, his hands grabbing hold of Liam's slender waist, and he pulled to boy-doll to him as he ground his cock harder around in the softly gripping fuck-hole. You could tell he wasn't going to take long.

But, of course, as Cal got worked up, he grabbed more roughly at Liam's little torso, and set off the boy's hyper-sensitive tickle-trigger.

Liam erupted with a "That tickles!" and Cal was bucked clear of his union.

Cal didn't take it very well. He angrily slapped the doll aside and rushed at Liam. "Fucking Christ, Liam -- quit being such an idiot!" He grabbed at the smaller boy's shoulders and roughly shoved him backwards. Liam spun awkwardly off the corner, then stumbled round behind the couch to get away, but Cal, highly aroused, grabbed him from behind, got a choke hold on him with an arm around his neck. "I told you to stay still!" he barked in his ear, pushing the dazed lad forward over the back of the couch -- instinctively Cal rammed his cock hard against Liam's little bottom, hurting him a bit as his smaller hips cracked against the wooden frame.

Liam let out a half-choked cry of "Ow -- fuck off, Cal!" clawing at the arm's vice-like hold on his neck.

I started toward them, about to break them up, but then I saw that Cal hadn't penetrated Liam (my first rather startled fear), and wasn't trying to -- his cock was above that height, and in fact as soon as Cal had Liam completely trapped, he lowered the arm around his neck, holding him across the upper chest, letting him easily breathe, and Liam stopped struggling, became quite passive, bending forward slightly to let Cal rub his hard lubed cock up and down between his buttocks.

Jackson, however, called out, "Cal, leave him," and started round. I told Jackson to stop, to let them be, they were fine, but Jackson ignored me and grabbed Cal by the arm and yanked him forcefully off Liam.

It wasn't really a big deal, but again I felt annoyed by this young boy, back in his shorts, thinking he could take charge.

Cal, red-cheeked, breathing hard, stared defiantly at Jackson. "He started it!"

"You can't fuck in his ass," Jackson said, chesting up to Cal a bit.

"I wasn't!" Cal insisted, but in a slightly raised tone that clearly ceded authority to Jackson.

"Did he?" Jackson asked Liam.

Dear little Liam didn't seem altogether sure what had been going on. He moved one hand to feel his bottom where Cal had just been. "Um, it didn't really hurt."

I said calmly, "Jackson, he was clearly miles away from Liam's asshole -- he was just rubbing on him like you did before." I couldn't help wondering if Jackson was jealous.

Jackson met my gaze, but only briefly. "Yeah, well, he was supposed to do it with the girl -- the doll."

"Fair point," I said magnanimously. I picked Esmerelda up off the floor and laid her gently on the couch. "Okay, Slugger," I said to Cal. "For God's sake come and finish this bitch off -- she needs your hot spunk, kiddo."

Cal immediately started round, puffing his young chest a bit, increasingly impatient.

Liam leaned over the back of the couch and honked her tits. "She likes that, too!"

Cal was about to clamber on when he paused. "Are you gunna hold her?" he asked Liam.

Liam shot a glance at Jackson, then me.

Cal was quick to explain: "It just, you know, to hold her in place, so she doesn't slip off the couch."

What nonsense, I thought, but if the kid wanted Liam squirming around underneath, why not? "Come on, Liam," I said. "But no funny business this time."

"Sure!" Liam cried happily, racing around, delighted to be back in the game. I thought maybe his energetic little prick might have fallen a degree or two from full hardness, but if so, only until he wriggled his way under Esmerelda, holding her tightly, saying in a high voice, "Oh Cal, I'm so hot for your big one -- stick it in me!"

Cal climbed aboard with a bright glint in his eye and a renewed flush on his cheeks. On his knees, between the doll's (and Liam's) spread legs, he lowered himself down, carefully lining himself up, guiding his hard penis with all the delicate deliberation of a space-station docking manoeuvre, Liam being a good boy and holding perfectly still.

Until, with his tip just entering, he shifted his hands to either side of Liam's shoulders, lowered himself further, and drove his boy-cock deep to the hilt in the lubed fuck-hole.

Liam, his view blocked by Esmerelda's tits, said, "Is it in?"

Cal answered with an expelled breath, a little "Oof" which ruffled the hair of Liam's fringe.

And Cal started to grind in hard, shifting his knees a bit, looking for a bit more traction, his hands planted either side of Liam. But his movements were still a bit stiff and awkward and babyish -- he was just focussed on maximising the exquisite rubbing pleasure on his fully inserted penis.

"Okay, stop a minute," I said, moving forward to give his little butt a slap.

Cal stopped and jerked his head around to give me a startled look.

"A good start, but you got to work on your form a bit, bud."

He had no idea what I was talking about, but showed his displeasure at being interrupted.

I gripped him by the hips and hauled him up a bit, almost pulling him out of the doll. "Try and work your butt up and down -- just moving your hips, pull your cock almost all the way out and then slam it back in -- some proper fucking, okay?"

"Nngh, yeah," he muttered, straight away trying to fuck his cock back in while I was still holding him up -- reminding me of the way a dog's legs will automatically start paddling when you bring it near the surface of some water.

"Wait a minute," I laughed. "You also want to get your knees spread a bit wider."

"Yeah." He liked that idea. With my hands on his inner thighs, he shoved his knees wide, the keen little fella, almost to each edge of the big old couch, bending Esmerelda's legs out with a sharp kink in each, and forcing Liam to spread his legs till one was halfway up the back of the couch and the other dangling lankily over the edge.

"Good boy," I said and stepped back to let him have at it.

He was a coach's dream, this kid, keenly following instructions. He started tentatively but diligently, testing out this big-boy fuck stroke, a bit uncertain but raising his butt up high to keep trying it out. He was maybe feeling a bit exposed, his buttocks spread enough to show his little rosebud, and his impressive boy-balls displayed prominently in their tight pink pouch as he firmly slid his hard boy-cock into the sweetly gripping hole. But all that rude strangeness suddenly got hot and dirty and he found some animal fuck energy, started making bigger faster thrusts, mashing the doll hard across Liam's lubed prick and cum-sweaty tummy -- so that Liam made some startled little Ooh's and even pushed with his hands at Cal's straining torso, a bit worried at the sudden wildness of the boy. Cal, hardly breaking stride, roughly grabbed Liam's wrists, shoved 'em up behind his head onto the armrest, got beautifully balanced on knees and elbows, all the taut smooth skin of the boy glowing with his pubescent heat, a dewy sheen of perspiration on him, until he was right there, fucking hard into his grunting orgasm -- and his big-boy form broke down into erratic jabs and little boyish whimpers, finally corkscrewing his spurting milk deep into the squashed doll, Liam's overheated boy-sex bumping and teasing him from below.

As Cal tapered off into his finishing flinches, Liam said, "Did you jizz, Cal?"

Cal wriggled backwards, carefully pulling his dick out, and was about shift the doll off Liam, but the little fella scrambled up, grabbing the doll, saying, "Give it here -- I wanna see." And he spun the doll around to look at the pussy hole. "Did you jizz inside?" he asked, sticking a finger in, pulling it out with a grin to see it all slimy with Cal's semen. Then, frowning, he flipped the doll over. "I think I did some on her, too."

Ha!

It seemed Liam got the last laugh on every boy's sex event. After giving Cal a well-deserved high-five, I turned to Liam and said, "Buddy, I can't work you out -- you've either had about twenty orgasms, or none. Which is it?"

With a silly smirk, he just shrugged. He really didn't seem to know.

----- END OF CHAPTER THREE ------

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