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Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-10
Recap of Parts 1 through 9
It has been almost two-years since my buddies pulled my pants down in the fort behind Tom's house and John jerked me off. They just wanted to see me or anyone cum. I am Paul -- at that time a lanky 13-yearold in the throes of puberty and all that involves. The other guys in our close group of four remain the same; Tom, John and Greg. Sometimes a fifth friend Carl enters into the story. We are all either 15 or getting close to that birthday. I am now 5'10" and weigh 155-pounds. Tom is about 5'9", weighs about 150 --pounds of muscle and now plays football for his Catholic high school. John is 5' 11", weighs 150-pounds and continues to be the most driven for success guy I have ever met. John and I are in the same year of public high school and at the same school. Greg is about 5'7", weighs about 145-pounds and is a year behind John and me at the high school. We all still hang together as much as time allows.
John and I ride the public bus to our school. This gives us the chance to talk, finish homework and spend time with girls riding the same bus to the same high school. We are both virgins but continue to work for a change in that status.
Greg could ride the bus with John and me but his dad works in the area of the high school so he drives him to school. After school, Greg walks to his dad's office, gets his homework done and rides home with his dad. Greg does not have a choice in the matter but is a little sore about missing out on bus time with us and the girls.
Tom got a scholarship to Our Lady Queen of Bingo (our name) for sports. He loves being on the football team. A van picks him up and drops him back Monday through Friday. It is an all boys' high school. He says the teachers, called brothers, are guys that are part of a large group of single men who have dedicated their lives to the church but are not priests. The brothers are demanding and mean.
Carl is at the public high school in the same year as Greg. He stands about 5'9" and weighs about 150-pounds. He is a loner except for his on and off interactions with the four guys. His dad died a little over a year ago. Carl found him sitting at the breakfast table with his head back and mouth open. I know he thinks he has to be the man of the house but he is also a kid.
On the Saturday following John and me (Paul) going to Tom's first Friday night home football game, the four close buds got together for a ping pong tournament where I, Paul, as the big loser, had to be the naked bitch helping John empty his balls while the other guys watched and teased. Right after John unloaded on my chest, Tom and Greg pulled their underwear down and jacked-off. I did the same. I noticed Tom had no pubes. All Tom said was football initiation. The event ended with the guys committing to a Bitch Pool Tournament in two weeks at Greg's.
On Sunday, I had to get more information on the football initiation. Tom told me all about the embarrassing ceremony as we walked to the playground where we saw Carl sitting on the ball diamond side of the backstop. We were surprised to find Carl jerking his dick. The surprise ended with Tom and me chasing Carl down and helping him to get a big load out of his nuts. The three guys walked back together to our street. I encouraged Carl to spend more time with the guys as he continued down the street beyond my house.
The following Saturday was raining, which really did not matter because I had chores and homework. Home alone as usual on Saturday, I did my chores including cleaning the bathtub and shower in my briefs. I had just finished my chores when Carl showed up. Carl tackled me as I changed my briefs and started to put on my jeans. Carl jacked me off. When he moved, I sat on him and jacked him off through his fly and inside his boxers. As Carl wiggled out from under me he licked my dick and ass. As he left, he asked if he could get to and from school with John and me because some guys were harassing him.
John and I teamed up with Carl for the ride to and from school. Carl was not harassed that first week as far and John and I knew. Our Saturday Bitch Pool Tournament was bad luck for John and a super time for the rest of us. John begged for a double or nothing coin flip. John lost. Tom was the big winner and really put john through a humiliation, shooting cum all over John's face and head. Because of the double or nothing loss, Greg and I got to jack-off on John and then Tom jacked John off. John opened his mouth to moan as he shot his load and some of Tom's jism dripped in his open mouth. There were no clean-ups till the end. The next Poker Bitch Tournament was scheduled for early November.
After school on Thursday, Carl got pushed into the boy's lavatory by two guys, where they were met by a bully named Dean and another of his goons. The stripped Carl and demanded oral sex from him to get his clothes back. Carl nipped the end of Dean's dick as he tried to push it into Carl's mouth. That resulted in Carl getting held while Dean punched him a few times. They wrote graffiti all over Carl with the word `QUEER' on his forehead. John and I got him cleaned up at my house. I told Tom about the event.
Carl, John and I went to Tom's Catholic High School Football game Friday evening. Some of the guys from the team told Carl they believed Dean needed a lesson. On Saturday night, Dean was left at the entrance to the school as the Homecoming Dance let out tied, naked, with graffiti on his body and the word `Bully' on his forehead.
There was a lot of gossip about Dean at school but nothing tied Carl or the rest of us to Dean's embarrassment. Carl invited John, Tom and I (Paul) to his house for lunch and fun. He surprised the three of us by giving us blowjobs for being more than friends. Carl showed us an anonymous letter which included a picture of Dean, which explained why and what needed to happen now.
Carl reached out to Dean to tell him he forgave him for bullying him. They are becoming friends to the point that Carl had Dean spend the night at his house. Greg was the big loser at Bitch Poker Tournament, which resulted in him blowing Tom and getting three loads of cum on his body; one his own load. Greg needed a shower but had to finger himself in the shower in front of the guys.
Dean and Carl are becoming sleepover friends. They did jerk-off together at the sleep over. Dean explained what went on during the kidnapping.
Greg lost the Bitch Poker Tournament with Tom winning again. Tom got a BJ from Greg and John and I got to jerk-off on Greg. When it was over he wanted a shower but had to finger himself in front of the guys as part of the shower deal.
Moving Forward with Chapter 10
John and I walked up the block to my house. As I went to say goodbye so he could continue to his house, John laughed and said, "I thought the plan was to jack-off together. My house is chaotic. Grandma has been sick, which means a steady stream of relatives. It also means, I get extra duties like watching kids or helping in the kitchen. No time and no privacy."
I grabbed my junk and gave John a smile. "Come-on, we got less than an hour alone. Last one naked in my bedroom gets his face slapped by the other's dick." I took off for the side door with my key in my hand.
I know we were taking the stairs two at a time. By the time John and I were in the room we had both stripped to the waist. John closed the bedroom door as he kicked his shoes off. I was pulling my pants and underwear off when John tackled me and pushed me down on the bed laughing. Before I could recover he kicked his pants and underwear to the corner of the room. John pulled my pants and underwear the rest of the way off. As he jumped onto me, he pushed me onto my back on the bed. "Someone I know is going to get dick slapped." He laughed.
John scooted up on my chest as I wiggled to get out from under him. We were both laughing. "You picked the game and the prize. Now lay still while I enjoy slapping my cock on your face a few times." John's hard cock hit both sides of my face three or four times.
"You better stop or I will use the Carl nibble on your dick, asshole." I countered. John rolled off with both of us still laughing. The two of us were laying side-by-side, with two boners.
Without really talking, we both started to stroke our hard boy dicks. We were intent in our own enjoyment but at the same time watched the other guy's efforts. John reached over and stopped me. "Hold up for a second. Paul, can we talk about something that can never leave this room? John questioned.
"Sure! I wouldn't want what we are doing to leave this room. Why so serious." I responded.
"Paul I want us to try something. Carl gave us a blowjob. Greg sucked off Tom as part of being Bitch. I kind of got the feeling Tom and Greg have done that before. None of us are queer and never will be. Would you be curious to try sucking my dick, if I would suck yours?"
"John, you're serious? You want us to swallow each other's shaft? Wow, I don't even know what to do or how we would do this. You mean do it right here and now?"
"We can do it at the same time. We can lie on our sides. I will flip around so my head is at your crotch and you are facing mine. We do it together. When it is over we forget it happened. It didn't bother Carl or Greg and we know girls do it all the time." John said putting it out there. He didn't wait for an answer. He flipped around and nuzzled my dick.
My buddy is intent on us giving each other blowjobs. That is part of John's personality; push to make something happen. He didn't wait. He took the circumcised head of my dick in his mouth and ran his tongue on the underside. At the same time, he pushed his hips forward and had his dick touching my lips. What John was doing was unbelievable. He started to take more of my cock in his mouth. I am going to suck a dick was my last thought as I opened my mouth for his prodding cockhead.
My mind was going a million miles an hour. The sensations on my dick combined with slight boy smells and the stiff but soft skinned dick in my mouth put my brain into overload. I was operating on autopilot. I sucked my friend, bobbing on his cock right down to his pubes. I licked his dick and balls and also moaned as he used his mouth on my cock to drive me into a frenzy of passion. Oh my God I was going to shoot in his mouth and couldn't get the warning out because of what I am doing to his dick. We were both thrusting.
"Oh shit." Not sure which of us garbled out those words or if it was a mutual chorus. Our dicks were buried to the base as we shot our loads down the throat of our friend.
We rolled to our backs. Still in that reverse position. Our breathing still ragged. John laughed first and that got me to laugh. "Well Paul that is one of our stories we won't be telling the relatives. I thought you were going to rip my tonsils out with that last thrust."
"Me? John your cock head swelled to fill my mouth to the point I thought my air would be cut off. But, I got to tell you, I have never emptied my balls like that. I am exhausted." John flipped around and put is head on the adjacent pillow. He patted my stomach a couple of times. "Paul, I am glad you are such a great friend. I worried you might tell me to get out of your house and never speak to you again. I just had to try it. You were the only one I wanted to try it with. Thanks."
"I guess we both know now. It surprised me. Everything from the smell to the feel in my mouth to the taste of your cum was a surprise. Nothing like I thought. John you always push yourself and everyone around you. I am glad to have you as my friend; but not another word." We got up and put our clothes back on.
John got a shit-eating grin as he stood up from putting his shoes on. He grabbed me in a tight hug. "Paul ours is a friendship for the ages. How did all of us ever end-up living and growing-up so close together. Our guys would do anything for our buddies. See you tomorrow morning."
School continued as the Christmas Holidays approached. The bus was as crazy as ever. Everybody was getting excited about the break from school. The cheerleaders sold Santa hats as a fund raiser. Each hat had a number on the inside for a raffle. Businesses in the area gave items or gift certificates for their stores. There were two cash prizes of $50.00. No one we hung with won any of the prizes. However a large group of us decided to go caroling in our Santa hats the Friday night before the holiday break. One of the girls on our bus said we could go back to her house after caroling for a little party. Twenty kids in Santa hats strolled through the neighborhood singing as the first snow of the winter began to fall. In the shopping area, we stood outside a general merchandise store, where the owner came out and gave us $20.00 for our show of Christmas spirit. We talked as we walked around and decided to put the $20.00 in a Salvation Army Red Kettle. The party was nice. There were a lot of different kinds of cookies, a party tray of meats for sandwiches, pop and hot chocolate. They had lots of mistletoe to allow for Christmas kisses. I got three kisses, including two French, and got groped once.
I have known some of the kids who went caroling since very early in elementary school. John, Greg, Carl were there. Dean was there but he had not gone to our elementary school. The girls included Mary. Mary and I went all the way back to kindergarten. I knew she went to our school but she was never on the bus. When I asked how she got to school, she explained her dad was a teacher at the school so he drove her. I had never made the connection that my math teacher was Mary's dad. Mary invited me to her New Years Eve party. I found out later she had also invited John, Greg, Carl and Dean. Mary asked if I would extend an invitation to Tom.
All the way home, the guys talked about the fun caroling and the kissing at the party. I am sure some of us embellished our encounters but what the hell a guy can dream. As we got close to John's street, he said goodnight and trotted down his street. Before we got to our street Carl said he would ask his mom if all the guys could have a sleepover at his house after the party. Greg wished us all a Merry Christmas as he turned to go up the street to his house. As we got to my house, Carl told me Dean was spending the night at his house. Carl and Dean started throwing snowballs at each other as they took off running down the street.
Riding the bus to school on the last day before the Christmas break, John told us his grandma was in the hospital. The three of us and those around us told John we felt bad and would be thinking of him and his family. In reality, we were all more focused on getting through the day and starting vacation. We did not do much in school; only math class had a quiz. The quiz had ten multiple choice questions like how many reindeer pull Santa's sleigh (9), what was the smallest mammal at the manger (mouse) and how many wise men (3). The ride home on the bus was as crazy as or crazier than ever. It is a public bus, so there are adults riding with us. Somebody started singing Christmas carols. In just a minute everyone was singing, including most of the adults.
Christmas Eve we get to open one gift after mid-night church. Santa and the big gift exchange happened Christmas morning. Our Christmas dinner was at my aunt and uncles. So from 2:00 pm until later in the evening no one was home at our house.
When we opened the door the phone was ringing. I ran to grab it while Mom and Dad wrestled the stuff from the car. John was crying on the phone that his grandma had taken a turn for the worse and all the adults were at the hospital. He asked if I could please come and spend the night. Dad said he would drive. I grabbed my toothbrush and a change of clothes, which I stuffed in a sports bag. Dad talked on the ride, "Paul death is part of life. Sometimes we feel bad because we never like to anticipate pending death. When death comes we are never truly prepared. Be kind to your friend and understand he needs your support. I hope his grandma pulls through. She has been in his life since the beginning and has lived with his family for a long time." I jumped from the car and ran through the snow, trying to stay in the tire tracks from the garage until I got to the side door. John was waiting with the door open. I could tell he had been crying.
Inside, crumpled wrapping paper and opened boxes lay around the living room. There were still wrapped presents off to the side of the tree, which he explained would have been distributed at his family's Christmas dinner. John explained they were just having a quick lunch when the call came to get to the hospital. I suggested we straighten up the place and then go to bed. Once in bed, John was crying that he didn't get the chance to say goodbye or tell her he loved her. I didn't have any words to say. I reached over and held my friend close until we both fell asleep.
In the morning, we heard stuff going on in the kitchen. John's mom and dad were home. They explained they came home in the middle of the night but would be going back to the hospital in a little while. "Grandma is still hanging on. She is a fighter. She knows we are all there but sleeps most of the time. Grandma asked if Johnny was all right. She wants to see you. Get a shower and get dressed. John, you can go with us and your dad will bring you back." John's mom said.
During breakfast I suggested John stay at my house, which would give them more freedom to stay at the hospital. John's parents agreed but told me to call my mom and dad to be sure it was okay. Dad said, "Absolutely John can stay. Allow me to pickup John at the hospital when he is ready to come home. Just call."
Late in the afternoon, John called to ask if we could pick him up at the front door of the hospital. Dad and I went immediately to retrieve John, while mom cooked dinner for us. John seemed happier than he had earlier in the day. The doctor told the family his grandma would probably pull through but would have a long recovery. Her vital signs were stable. She even talked a little to John, telling him she loved him and that he needed to continue to be the young man he had become.
Mom served a great dinner. She calls meatloaf comfort food. As always, her mashed potatoes and gravy were stupendous. After dinner, John and I played with one of my Christmas gifts, Skeeball. John even laughed when he whispered, "We might want to consider this for the next Bitch Tournament." Mom told us to stop long enough to have desert of Christmas cookies and make your own ice cream sundae.
We went back to the game after desert. Neither of us had superior skill over the other. Carl stopped by just to tell us his mom had said yes to the sleepover after Mary's New Years Eve party. He was sorry to hear about John's grandma. His next stops were Tom's house and then Greg's. Dad finally told us to get to bed.
We stripped to our briefs, turned off the light and climbed into bed. We talked about a lot of things. John hoped he could go to the party and the sleepover. He told me he thought Mary had a crush on me and had always liked me. He asked me if I thought she had nice tits. We laughed and giggled about what we would like to do to different girls we knew. We questioned what they might do with us. I told John, "If Sarah is at the party she might do this."
I rolled onto John and stuffed my hand down the front of his briefs. I kissed his stomach all the way down to his pubes as I pushed his briefs down to give my mouth access to his stiffening cock. I caressed the top of his dick and tentatively sucked in more as my tongue swirled around the head. I was bobbing up and down on his cock, taking him deeper into my mouth each time. I stopped sucking to lick his nut sack and put one nut at a time in my mouth. When I went to the underside of his nut sack he whimpered Sarah's name. Getting back to sucking his cock, he grabbed my head to hold me on while he pumped a huge load into my mouth. I looked up and he smiled down saying, "Sarah, Paul told me you could probably really suck dick. Wow that was fantastic."