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Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-11
Recap of Parts 1 through 10
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.
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. They 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.
John and I (Paul) sucked each other off one afternoon before Christmas. On Christmas night I spent the night at John's because his grandma was extremely ill in the hospital and he was alone at home. He came to our house the next night. After we talked about what we hoped would happen at the New Years Eve Party, I gave a BJ to John pretending to be Sarah, the girl John likes.
Moving Forward with Chapter 11
John's folks and my folks decided John should stay at my house for another two nights. After the decision earlier in the morning, we walked back to John's to get clean clothes for him. My dad suggested John get some snow clothes and a shovel since a winter storm was predicted. Maybe John and I could make some money shoveling if the forecast proved correct. On the walk back to my house we ran into Tom and Greg as we passed Tom's corner. I invited them to come to our house to play with my Skeeball game.
The four guys played teams on the game for the rest of the morning. My mother made lunch for us. We devoured the meatloaf sandwiches and then attacked the Christmas cookies. Four teenage boys can pack the food away. My dad suggested we all go to an afternoon movie because a horror film was showing. It would be my dad's treat and he would drive. This kind of told the four of us that he wanted some quiet time.
The movie was good but not great. The only suspense was trying to figure out who was doing the killings. You knew that every time the music came up that someone was about to die. They didn't really show the murders but you knew how it was done and spatters of blood seemed to fly everywhere. During the movie, I glanced over toward Tom and Greg. I would swear Greg had his hand on Tom's crotch.
Dad picked us up and dropped Tom and Greg at their respective homes. As we got to our house, it began to snow. Mom told me I needed to straighten up my room and give the bathrooms a quick going-over. John volunteered to help so we could get it done quickly. My mom started dinner. While we were fixing up the bedroom and making the bed, I told John what I thought I saw Greg doing in the movie theatre. John thinks Greg and Tom fool around more than we really know.
After dinner, John and I decided to run down to Carl's house. The snow was really coming down hard and fast. It was good packing snow but not slushy heavy; a perfect winter scene as it covered everything in a bright shiny layer of white. No one was home at Carl's. The lack of tire tread marks in the fresh snow told us they must have gone somewhere before the storm started. We threw snowballs at each other and wrestled in the snow all the way up the street back to my house. The last wrestling match on my front lawn allowed me to stuff a handful of snow down the back of John's pants and inside his underwear. I jumped up, laughing and ran for the side door of my house with a cursing John right behind me. Mom stopped us just inside the door and sent us to the basement to strip out of the wet clothes.
Wrapped in towels, John and I raced up to my second floor bedroom. We grabbed dry underwear and raced to the bathroom for showers. John suggested we shower together to save hot water. While we were drying off, John suggested we play BJ Skeeball. The winner of 3 out of five games gets a long blowjob. Game on!
My parents probably thought they had found the greatest game because of all the whopping and hollering going on in the basement as we played for the BJ. As I look back, the evening had similarities to the baseball games we played as kids. Teasing and laughing and just being crazy boys. I won! It took all five games but I got the lead early in the fifth game and held John off at the end. I grabbed my crotch and said it was time for bed. Mom gave us brownies and milk before we could say good night.
We quickly brushed our teeth, stripped to our briefs and got in bed. "Now is the time Cocksucker" I whispered to John.
"Okay. Turn off the light and roll back the covers." John responded.
"I want to keep the low light from the bedside lamp on so I can watch you do it" I laughed.
John pulled my briefs down and off the bottom of my legs. He kissed me all around my lower abdomen and inside my upper thighs. He knew he was driving me crazy. Finally I reached down and guided his head to my dick, which was so hard it twitched with each heartbeat. He kissed the head of my dick and then blew his hot breath on my cock. My cock jumped as I squirmed in anticipation. John licked my balls and then licked my shaft from my balls to my cockhead like he might have licked a Popsicle. Only after he had my dick and balls sloppy wet did he take my dick in his warm mouth. I was very close to blowing my wad after watching only a couple of his moves up and down my cock with his lips tight on the shaft. I laid back and closed my eyes. John stopped sucking and went back to licking my balls. I wanted and needed to cum. John lifted my nut sack and started licking behind my nuts and towards my asshole. Wow what a feeling. Then he came back to put his mouth on my cock. That's when I felt his wet finger circling my hole. He pushed and teased my hole as he went up and down on my cock, all the way to my pubes. He pushed his finger into my hole and slowly pumped in and out in time with his bobbing head. I started to cum like the Old Faithful at Yellowstone. The ring on my asshole clamped tight on John's finger as I shot rope after rope into John's hot mouth. He swallowed every drop and sucked for more.
I was totally exhausted. John was laughing and smiling as he flipped around onto the adjoining pillow saying; "Shit a finger up your ass and you shot-off like a volcano."
"You keep your fingers out of my ass. That was not and never will be part of our friendship. You're an asshole and went beyond the realm of our friendship." I pulled up my briefs and stomped off to the bathroom.
When I got back the lights were off and the room was dark. John was facing away from me as I slipped into the bed. As I pulled up the covers, I stared at the ceiling. I heard John crying quietly. "John, our friendship will still be one for the ages. Forget tonight. I already have."
"I am so sorry. I never thought about it as crossing the line or betraying our friendship. You mean everything to me. I just wanted to give you something special for always being there for me. Please forgive me." John whispered.
I rolled over and wrapped my arm around him and held John very close. We fell asleep in our unbreakable bond of friendship. Our sleep was quiet. Early in the morning John whispered, "Could you move. Your dick has been punishing my ass for hours." He rolled over to push me away.
"Whew, your breath smells like my dick." I teased.
We looked out and had over 10 inches of new snow. After a quick breakfast, we shoveled our drive and walk. Then we went to John's house and did the same. We walked down to Carl's, where we found the drive had not been used. We shoveled Carl's drive and walks. As we finished Carl's front porch, Carl's mom, Carl and Cindy drove up the street and into the drive. Carl's mom knew to keep the car moving and did not slow down till she was on the shoveled pavement.
"You boys are a God send. Come in the house and warm-up." Carl's mom said gleefully. "As we drove home from my sister's, we thought we would be stuck for sure when we hit the incline of our driveway. Paul phone your mom and tell her you are having lunch with us. John you do the same."
After lunch, Carl, John and I went looking for houses where we could earn money shoveling snow. Tom saw us and joined in when he had finished his place. By the time it was getting dark, the four of us had made $164.00, counting the $10.00 old Mrs. Harding shoved in John's pocket when we pushed her and her car out of the snow ruts at the end of our street. The four of us were exhausted but felt rich, both in money and friendship. John and I went to my house and grabbed two hot showers. We finished just in time for dinner. After dinner, John and I went upstairs to my room. We fell asleep fully dressed on top of the covers. My dad came in and told us to get to bed.
John's dad called in the morning to say John's grandma was making progress and should be home within a week. He told John to get his things together and he would pick him up in an hour.
New Year's Eve we all met at Carl's with our stuff for the overnight. We were dressed in nice slacks with firm creases. Our shirts were tucked-in and covered by our sweaters. Dean had enough hair cream on his locks for all of us. Carl's mom drove us to Mary's house just as a lot of the other kids were arriving. Carl had instructions to call home for a ride when we were ready to leave but not later than 1:00 am.
The party was great. The music was loud in the basement recreation room, which was decorated in balloons and crepe paper. Horns, hats, and noisemakers were strategically placed around the room. Potato chips and pretzels were in small bowls everywhere you turned. A large refrigerator was jammed full with pop. The main food was put out about 10:00 on the dining room table on the first floor.
It took a little time for the boys and girls to really start mixing. Some kids were dancing as couples or even alone. Other kids seemed to drift into couples. It seemed that only a very few boy/girl parings could be called established boy friend/girl friend relationships. A few kids were over by a closet, where Mary explained an impromptu game of spin the bottle was forming.
Dean was hanging around the closet, probably because he really did not know a lot of the kids and those that knew him tended to stay away. Carl, Tom and Greg were chatting with a group of kids and dancing a little. John and Sarah were out on the dance floor almost all the time and in grope mode for slow dances. Mary seemed to stay close to me when she was not being the gracious hostess. We danced and sat and talked, when I wasn't helping to pick-up empty pop containers or cleaning a spill.
Around 11:00, someone turned most of the lights off. The room's low glow from a couple of small lamps provided an almost romantic aura. Mary and I were dancing to a slow number when the lights went down. In the almost darkness, Mary grabbed my crotch and started to massage my quickly stiffening dick. She suggested we find a couple of seats on one of the couches. We ended up on an upholstered lounge that was as wide and long as a single bed. In only a few moments of sitting down, we were kissing and feeling each other. Mary got back to rubbing my dick through my slacks.
"If you keep that up, I am going to shoot a load in my pants that will be very obvious when the lights come on." I hoarsely croaked in Mary's ear as I massaged her left breast. In all honesty, I was afraid to reach under her skirt for fear of total rejection.
"Well that is my plan unless you follow me to the bathroom in the back of the basement." Mary giggled.
She led the way to a small half bath off the laundry room. Once inside, Mary unzipped my pants and had my dick out before she turned on the light. She had her tongue tangled in my tonsils and was jacking me off like she knew what would happen. "Mary, I'm going to cum."
"I know. I want to see you shoot." Was all she said, as she buried her tongue in my ear.
I couldn't hold back. "Oh Mary, oh, oh, oh." I groaned as I shot a huge load of pearl white cum, which she directed towards the sink as she held my dick.
Mary kissed me passionately as my dick stop shooting but did not soften one bit. "I always wanted to see a guy shoot sperm and have wondered about your equipment since the third grade. You are a wonderful guy." She quietly said. "I guess we should get back to the party. It must be almost midnight."
The rest of the party was a blur. Mary and I kissed at midnight. John and Sarah were doing some heavy necking on a couch in the corner. Dean was with a girl who rode the bus with us. Tom, Greg and Carl were kissing and hugging all the girls and wishing everyone a Happy New Year. About 12:30 Carl called his mom for a ride.
On the ride back to Carl's, Carl's mom explained she was going to drop us and go to her sister's to get Cindy.
Up in Carl's huge bedroom apartment, all of us were chattering about the party and the fun we had. Dean was really excited because spin the bottle put Sandy, the girl from the bus, and him in the closet together. He had never made out with a girl. Tonight he was French kissing and had his hand full of a real tit. Carl had telephone numbers from two different girls. Greg said he had gotten the bra undone on a girl he had never seen before and she put his hand under her skirt and on her underwear. John said Sarah was all over him and he was rubbing her pussy, which made her really passionate. When I explained what happened with Mary and me, all the guys said I was exaggerating.
Carl heard the phone ringing downstairs. He ran down to get it. When he got back he said, "My mom is going to stay at my aunt's. She will be back in the morning to give us breakfast but thinks we will sleep late."
All six of us stripped to our underwear. We took turns in the bathroom, two at time. Someone said how horny they were and the rest of us agreed. Tom suggested we have a circle jerk. John said great but wanted it to be a contest, with one guy being a cum dump for all the others. John said we would all sit naked on the floor and stroke our own meat. The first guy to cum would shoot on someone else of his choosing. That guy would have to then take the loads from the others and then jack off. As we laughed, we also agreed.
Sitting in a kind of circle, we each started stroking. We were taking care of our own needs but watched the other five guys. This was not going to last long. Carl jumped up and started shooting cum on Dean. Dean was swearing and cursing as Greg jumped up and shot his load on Dean. John and Tom were on opposite sides of Dean when they announced they were ready and shot at almost the same time. As I stood to shoot, Carl grabbed Dean's dick and pumped it half a dozen times till he got Dean to shoot onto his own chest just as my first volley went in Dean's hair. Dean was a mess.
Dean got up and grumbled, "Well I guess I just joined the brotherhood." With that he moved to the bathroom shower.
By the time Dean got back to the room, Carl had opened the couch into another large bed. Carl saved a spot in the King bed for Dean. As the lights went out, we were all laughing and teasing Dean about being a cum dump. In the dark, Greg suggested we all sleep naked. There were six pairs of underwear flying back and forth around the room in the dark.