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By Chris Carr
Copyright © 09/09/2005
Pt I
It’s Sean Braxton’s fourteenth birthday and the tension has just gone through the roof because of the pact. We all knew the agreement coming in but facing it is totally different from proposing it.
Kyle and Dillon, the oldest of the group, are playing enforcers, like we expected. While Dillon insures the door is locked, Kyle is doing an inspection. According to the agreement, no underwear is allowed.
I can’t believe he’s actually checking but, one by one, he circles the room, eventually stopping in front of me. We’d spent this ridiculous amount of time, lingering in the bathroom, as each of us changed into our nightwear. I saw guys with PJ’s that’d probably never wore them before, myself included.
I had to dig to the bottom of my drawer to find that pair my grandmother bought me. I couldn’t bring myself to wearing the entire ensemble so I brought just the bottoms. Damn, when Kyle stood in front of me, I think I was more concerned about that busy pattern than I was the inspection.
He looked at me, waiting. My heart pounded as I became aware, everyone was looking. Before Kyle became impatient, which doesn’t take much, I hooked my thumbs in my bottoms and yank them down. Air hits my privates and I feel every eye in the room staring at me. Kyle moves on.
No one had on underwear, except Christopher. He’s the youngest and it doesn’t surprise us he’s still wearing his briefs. Kyle sends him back to the bathroom and we all wait until he comes back, sans underwear.
Satisfied, Dillon kills the lights and we all huddle on the floor, at the foot of Sean’s bed. Between the streetlight, just outside Sean’s window and the full moon that night, the room is semi-illuminated but Kyle’s brought a flashlight, nonetheless.
Flicking it on, he passes it around the circle. "Who wants to go first?" He says. Like the wild pack, circling the wounded animal, no one protests when he passes the light across Sean’s groin. Silently we all stare as he squirms, his eyes darting.
You’d think the stress would send him into retreat but, despite himself, his dick starts rising. We all lean in, the circle closing tighter as he darts his eyes, glancing wide-eyed at the faces observing him.
Kyle keeps the light focused on his growing hardness. It extends, then pop, the head pokes through the opening in the front. Transfixed, we all stare. For most of us, this is our first glimpse of an erect cock.
Reaching
anxiously from his blue pajama bottoms, Sean’s dick isn’t quite six inches
yet. Frozen, he stares at the wall, his boy dick throbing between his spindly
legs. Flinching he jerks his eyes down when Kyle boldly unfastens his PJ’s,
baring his boy wonder.
A thin patch of hair sits atop his upright offering, stopping just shy his taut balls. Pulled tight, they’re barely visible as we all study this highly stimulating example of boy development, exposed in front of us.
A tiny droplet of clear stuff pooling atop his slit, we watch as it grows into a drop big enough to dribble down his dick.
"Com’on Sean, what’re you waiting for?" Dillon presses.
Near panicked now, Sean stares at Dillon. Blink, blink, nothing moves, save his extra hard boyness. Then, his eyes still on Dillon, he slowly moves his hand. It floats in midair, bumping into his hardness as if it was unaware it was there. Sean looks down, staring at his dick as if shocked its hard, then closes his eyes when his hand slips up his slight length.
A rustle sounds about the room as everyone readjusts, eyes plastered on Sean’s dick. We can’t believe it but it’s happening. The jerkoff’s started.
His hand moving faster now, Sean stares at his dick. That fleck of boy juice serving as lube, he works it around his hard head with a corkscrew action. It’s really fascinating, watching another boy’s technique and we all stare, transfixed.
Sean doesn’t bother with his shaft, his hand locked around his leaking head. "Whydaya, do it like that?" Dillon quizzes, his face a question mark. Sean stops, glances at him, then hunches his shoulders.
"I like it," He replies, twisting his hand about his sensitive head again.
Minutes pass, all of us hard as rocks, but no one’s venturing to join him. Fisting his hand tightly about his stiff tool, Sean’s breathing has become audible now. We all stare, eyes fixed on his smooth legs as they tremble, his release close.
With a series of excited exhalations, Sean closed his eyes, panting through his nose. The first shot leaping high, it almost hit him in the face.
"Dannnng," We all chime, watching him squirt another high flying dollop.
Squirming and panting, Sean starts the night off well, his diminutive dick delivering a bounty of pent up cum. It finally ebbs, dribbling down his still hard shaft until nothing’s coming out anymore. Sean continues fisting his dick, long after it’d stop shooting, though, his body jerking and wiggling to the hot sensations.
The tension immediately returns, all of us aware another victim would be chosen. We’d all but forgotten about Kyle’s flashlight until it stopped on Davon’s groin. Like Sean, his eyes grew big, darting about the room like the cornered prey.
He
was a young looking fourteen, his slight body showing little signs of
development. His hair braided into small dreds, they fell across his forehead
like a set of girl’s bangs. Raising his hand to his mouth, Davon faked a yawn,
raising his arms in a sleepy stretch for good measure. Gotta give it to him, it
was good move.
"Uh, uh," Kyle protested, focusing the light directly on the opening in Davon’s boxers.
We all waited, Davon with his head down. Does he even have enough to poke through the opening? Davon looked up, his eyes traveling around the room, then, with a sigh of resignation, raised up, pushing his plaid boxers below his slim hips.
To our surprise, Davon had started puberty, his diminutive form belying his developing dick. Though not as long as Sean’s, it was fatter, the head no bigger than the shaft, making it look almost like a torpedo.
Gazing around the room, he sat quietly, as if proud of himself, his dick throbbing. Leaning back on his hand, he slipped his slender fingers around his growth, casually stroking as he glanced around the room.
Up and down he goes, working the full length of his stiff boyness. Again we’re all spellbound, gaping at his most intimate part, bared for all to see. The night far exceeding our wildest fantasies, we’d never been privy to such private proceedings.
My own dick lays trapped against my left thigh, uncomfortably hard. I want to readjust it but I’m afraid it’ll pop out, so I leave it. In no time, Davon’s working his hand up and down so fast, it becomes a blur. Apparently adept at stroking his hardness, I wonder how long he’s been doing it? To look at him, you wouldn’t think he even used his dick for anything but peeing, let alone jacking off. I know I never considered Davon that way.
Our impressions of each other were radically changing and nothing would be the same after that night, something we didn’t know at the time.
His toes wiggling, Davon worried the head of his dick with each stroke, causing it to grow extra hard. The balls that’d dangled slightly at first were pulled up now, the hairless sack roiling, heating up his boy cum.
Closing his eyes, Davon lowered his head, sort of on impulse. His chest rising and falling rapidly, his hand slams up and around his pointy head, furiously. I notice the way his hips are pushing upward, ever so often and I wonder if that helps arrest his elusive release.
He’s
really wiggling those little piggies now, his chin bowing toward his sternum.
Thrusting his hips up once more, he lets out a loud puff, his cheeks filling
with air. His dick becomes bone hard, the shaft pointing towards his stomach and
then, pow! a big squirt jets out, colliding with his quivering stomach.
A round of oohs and aahs circle the room, all of us amazed at how different each boy’s moment of truth manifests. Whereas Sean’s skeeted into the air, one round after the next, Davon’s issue popped out in heavy cream, all over his stomach.
His head bowed, his chin lay on his sternum now, his exhalations loud and labored. Stroking until he stopped oozing, Davon never opened his eyes, lost in his own private nirvana.
The tension ratchets still higher but no longer because of anxiety. You can almost feel the way everybody’s getting super horny. Kyle’s flashlight has its pick of exposed dicks, peaking from various openings. But though we’re all hot as firecrackers, no one wants to go next.
Kyle passes the flashlight over several groins but all us are staring at Dillon’s exposed dick. We couldn’t help it, his dick unusually large when compared to the rest of us. Aware he’s been spotted, Dillon leans back on his arms, thrusting his dick upward, through his boxers.
It towers through the opening, the head full and shiny. If I had to guess, I’d say he was close to eight inches. We all ooohed again, the boys closest to him leaning in so close, they could’ve touched it.
Smiling, Dillon raised his hips, lowering his boxers down and off his large feet. Dang, Dillon’s so cool.
As
we stare, he flexes, making his dick sway back and forth. Ooohs echo again, all
of us amazed. Dillon’s hair patch is ample, his soft curls thick about his
groin, thinning to almost nothing about his dangling balls.
He leans back further, sanctioning his truncheon with his hand to make it stand even taller. To a round of reverent oohs, he slides his hand upwards, extracting a healthy dollop of boy juice from his swollen head. The other boys a mere warmup to this act, we all stare, mesmerized.
How’d it get so big and how long has it been like that? We collectively wonder. Yeah, Dillon was older, 16, almost 17, but dang!
Like an old master, he stroked his growth, lovingly working every inch from the balls to the swollen head. On a couple of passes, he cupped his balls, raising them only to let them fall between his legs. Then he slipped a finger below his balls, worming it between his round cheeks. We all bucked our eyes, surprised to no end as he diddled himself. Smiling at Kyle, his finger lost between his splayed cheeks, Kyle smiled back, resting on his hands also.
Raising up, he pushed his boxers off too. Bug-eyed, we watched as the two sat across from each other, wickedly hard, their fingers between their legs. Dillon, the darker of the two has smooth cocoa brown legs, not a hair in sight. Kyle is fair skinned, a light almond his dick easily rivaling Dillon’s huge tool. His thighs are smooth but there’s a thin growth of fine hairs about his calves that stop just above his ankles.
For some reason, everyone is staring at Dillon but I can’t keep my eyes off of Kyle. Maybe because he’s fair skinned like me or maybe because we shared that moment when he stood in front of me for the inspection. Technically, he’s the first boy I ever showed my privates to.
Kyle sees me watching and we share another moment when he tosses me a slight nod. Nervous, I follow his nod, suddenly aware he’s motioning for me to sit next to him. Noo! I panic, frozen to the floor.
Kyle winks.
On wobbly knees I get up, scampering around the circle to sit beside him. Daniel Hopkins is sitting next to him and for a minute, it looks like he’s not going to move. Kyle gives him a look though and he relented, sliding over to let me in.
The circle shifts, everyone moving to accommodate my change in position. Dillon’s still holding court, most of the guys staring at his stiff chocolate bar. I’m grateful because it means they aren’t really watching me. Me and Kyle, that is, because, Kyle’s grinning at me like I’m the last girl left before prom night.
"Take it out, squirt," He says, motioning at the bulge in my PJ’s. Daniel’s staring so hard, I can’t think. I keep glancing up at him, wondering why he’s staring. He’s very dark, his skin smooth and shiny, almost like onyx. Kyle notices the way Daniel’s staring and places him opposite me, to his right.
"Do yours too," He says, reaching in Daniel’s boxers and pulling his hard dick out. I’m on his left and Daniel’s on his right. Both of us have eyes locked on Kyle’s hardness. I look at the dreamy look in Daniel’s eyes and wonder if I look as dopey as he does. Probably, the way looking at Kyle’s big dick is making me tingle all over.
"Com’on squirt," Kyle says, opening my PJ’s. I don’t even get mad at him for calling me squirt, it sounds so hot. My dick pops out and I feel it throbbing. Oh please don’t touch it Kyle, I think, while at the same time wishing he would. He stares at it, then looks up at me and winks again.
Resting back on his left arm, he slowly strokes his big growth again. In this position, I can easily see Daniel, opposite him. His dark hand, clamped around his ample growth, he’s flailing it for all it’s worth. Then I notice, Hey! Daniel’s got that foreskin stuff!
All
of a sudden, Daniel’s dick becomes exciting. When he pulls down on his
foreskin, a pinkish head pops up, moist and hard. Then he pulls up and it
disappears in the warm skin. What’s that feel like? I wonder, idly wrapping my
hand around my stiffness.
Kyle follows my gaze, his attention temporarily diverted when he notices Daniel’s foreskin. We both watch it slipping up and down Daniel’s wet head but Daniel is oblivious, his attention on Kyle’s hardness.
Up and down his hand goes, whipping his foreskin so fast, it looks like he has two dicks, one with a pink head and one with a foreskinned covering. Me and Kyle watch, Daniel panting and trembling, his toes wiggling. In record time, his dick exploded, white cum blasting from the head, dribbling down his wicked hardness. There’s not a lot but the way he’s trembling and panting, it doesn’t seem to matter because it must feel good.
As soon as the last dribble oozes out, he falls back, plopping onto his back, his chest heaving. His dick bobbles above his stomach, white cum still oozing from the head. Daniel has his arm over his head and he’s lost in his own little world, his chest still heaving.
Kyle hunches his shoulders, as if to say, ‘must’ve been good’, then turns his attention back to me. Watching Daniel’s performance was so distracting, I’d almost lost my hard-on. But the moment Kyle looked at me again, it sprang to life, standing proudly between my legs.
All around us, boys are stroking various lengths, some long, some stubby. Pants, sighs and groans echo about the room. The temperature has risen proportionately, but thank God, Sean’s window is open.
Bodies squirm and toes wiggle but all I see is Kyle. "You close?" He whispers, his warm breath on my ear electrifying. I shake my head no and he moves closer. "Tell me when you’re ‘bout to go," He whispers, sending more chills up my spine. I nod my head, gazing into his eyes.
Every inch of my boy tool feels good, from my tight balls to the sensitive head. So many sensations are assaulting me, it feels like I might go insane with lust. Me and Kyle are staring at each other, our dicks locked in our stroking hands. He looks at my dick, then my stomach, up my chest then my eyes. I do the same, my eyes traveling out to his wiggling toes too. The big toe seems enormous and I can’t take my eyes off it. Then I feel Kyle’s hand on my smooth thigh.
My eyes jerk toward that hand, my excitement shooting through the roof. Does Kyle like me? Am I cool?
He doesn’t move his hand, just leaves it on my thigh. I keep staring at it, then I feel myself careening over the cliff. I let out a loud shriek, I can’t help myself, it feels so good. "Now!" I whisper, the head of my dick feeling like a million nerves, all of them hypersensitive.
Kyle moans, his hand tightening around my thigh, his eyes locked on my dick. I can’t figure what to watch, his captivating, gray eyes, his smooth, boy pecs or his blasting man sized dick but it doesn’t matter because I can’t keep my eyes open anyway.
Another gasp escapes me and then I feel that wonderful feeling. It passes over my entire body, enfolding me in my own private heaven. From my toes to my heaving chest, I feel the glow, centered about my groin, then, splat, I feel my wetness, splattering my chest and chin.
"Dang, look at Yohann," I hear someone exclaim but I can’t open my eyes. That feeling is ripping up from behind my balls and up my dick so hard, it takes all my strength, all my focus. Over and over it courses, passing up my tube, dragging me along with it. So many, so many.... I loose count.
A chorus of surprised ‘dangs’ and ‘wows’ ripple about the room. I can only imagine what it must look like, all of that cum skeeting from dick but I still can’t open my eyes. The orgasm is so powerful, I become lightheaded. I hate when this happens because I’m always so tired afterwards. I hate how much I cum too because cleanup is a bitch. Apparently everyone else thinks it’s fascinating because I can feel the way they’re all watching.
Kyle strokes my thigh, softly and through slits I glance at his dick. Cum’s dribbling down his dick and some is on his right thigh. I missed the show, my own dick demanding so much attention.
My hand still slipping up and down my waning length, I’m finally released. Like a person dropped from a plane I plummet, all of the sensations quickly weakening. Mimicking Daniel, I finally fall on the floor, my chest heaving. Someone else comments on the cum being everywhere and I feel it oozing down the sides of my torso. Pinpoints of the stuff dot my chest, each one dripping down my torso, on its way to the floor. I’m a mess, some of it even running down my neck.
I don’t always cum like this, just when I’m super excited. It’s a fitting testament to how exceedingly hot Kyle made me. I open my eyes to see what he’s doing and he catches my gaze. Wonder is on his face as he travels down my cum-splattered torso.
"You always do that?" He finally asked. I shake my head no, a bit embarrassed. I can’t tell him it’s because of him. Sitting up, I glance around the room. Almost everyone’s looking at me, causing me more discomfort.
Dillon’s made a fine mess on his stomach, his white cum contrasting erotically with his cocoa brown complexion. Several other boys have cum stains too, they’re faces in various stages of satiation. Some are still stroking, late cummers or, in Sean’s case, second cummers.
I make a break for the bathroom, my cum bath uncomfortable now. Daniel and Reggie Hollis follow. Then there was a rush on the bathroom and almost everyone was either in there with me or in the door.
We all wiped up, towels becoming soppy with boy cum. There’s a sex-charged energy in the entire place and no one’s worried about having their privates out anymore. I get my fill of dick gazing, each one unique in its own way. Fat ones, skinny ones, long ones short ones. It’s enough to make me semi-hard.
Kyle walks up behind me and whispers "Wanna sleep with me tonight?" I nod my head yes and he walks away. I’m beside myself with excitement. I feel so giddy, I can hardly take it...
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