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Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-3
Recap of Part 1 and 2
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 by 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. The event ended with the guys committing to a Bitch Pool Tournament in two weeks at Greg's.
Moving Forward with this Chapter
I jacked-off Saturday night as I lay in bed thinking about being the loser earlier and being John's bitch as he rubbed his cock close to orgasm on parts of me. He finished by shooting his load on my chest. I thought he was going to give me a facial but at the last second he adjusted his aim. When John was finished, both Tom and Greg were jacking-off. Tom did not have any pubes. All he said was "Football team initiation." I shot a big load and quickly fell asleep.
Sunday morning I had to go to both Teen Sunday School and church service. Dr. Handle is the most perverted Sunday school teacher in the world. No matter the assigned topic for the day, he finds a way to twist it to talk about boy/girl petting and the sin of sex before marriage. I can only tell you that all I heard was "blah, blah, blah" because my mind had wondered to the girls across the table. Do you think their minds were thinking about the boys at table? I hope so.
After church we had a normal Sunday after church pot roast. You know the one done in the oven with potatoes, onions and carrots. Mom did a great job as normal. Her gravy was amazing. All during dinner I thought of Tom and his comment about football initiation. I got permission to walk over to his house. My hope was we could get away and talk about the initiation.
Tom was just finishing his homework. The sun was out and the temperature was very pleasant for a late a summer day. We walked out into his back yard and climbed up into the fort. "This thing sure doesn't seem as sturdy as it did a few years ago." I suggested. "It seemed like all the guys could fit up here. Now you and I fill it up and some of the thinner boards bend. I wanted to talk to you about the football initiation. Can you tell me?
"Shit, you and I have told each other everything since before we could cross the street. I sure was not prepared for the football team initiation." Tom responded. "We had a normal light practice the day before our first home game. Two of the brothers told us all to take showers but stay for a team meeting. As we exited the shower room for the locker room, the team manager handed us a towel but said not to get dressed. The team captain was standing there he said the team had a ceremony to welcome new team members. I guess we should have suspected something but these guys have been great to us new guys."
Tom was fidgeting and looking around. We both looked over to the playground and saw Carl go to the ball diamond side of the backstop and sit down like we did when we were younger. "Hey let's go to the backstop. I haven't seen Carl in a while. I can fill you in as we walk over."
After climbing down from the fort, we walked towards the playground and Tom continued. "Some of the guys carried benches from between the rows of lockers into the shower room. The team, all dressed except for us, gathered in the large gang shower area. We were herded along by two teaching brothers who act like assistant coaches. Once everyone was present, a brother said it was customary for the team to welcome new members, give them recognition for joining the team and to make them identifiable in the locker room to all team members. He turned the meeting over to the seniors on the team and stood back with the other brother. We have six incoming team members, all freshmen. One senior stood next to one freshman. The freshmen were told to spread their towel on one of the six benches and lay face up with our legs straddling the bench. Once in place, a senior placed a towel over our faces. Someone sat between our legs on the bench facing our exposed crotches. We were told not to move. They said getting an erection would cause us further embarrassment. The guy between my legs used a scissors to clip my pubes. How in hell do you stop getting an erection when they say don't and then start playing around your dick?"
The guy on Tom's bench spread what felt like shaving cream around Tom's pubes and package. As Tom started to get a full mast boner, the guy leaned in and said; "Please don't move. I will try not to nick your pride and joy. You already have a bigger embarrassment problem than getting your pubes shaved off."
"The guy obviously was shaving away my pubes." Tom continued. "He grabbed my dick to hold it out of the way. You could hear the rest of the team snickering and making comments about the plight of the six guys lying on the benches. My guy used a towel to wipe all around my crotch. Then in a loud voice he asked if he could help me launch. A brother gave him an affirmative. I could hear and feel guys crowding around my bench as this guy started to jack me off. In just a minute, I felt my orgasm building and my hips start to thrust to meet the hand jacking on my dick. Someone removed the towel from my face allowing me to see a bunch of team mates crowded around, along with a brother, to see me blow cum in the air, which landed onto my chest and legs. I could hear other guys say they were Cuming. Lots of laughter and many remarks were made by a bunch of guys. Once the room started getting quiet, a brother had the six new guys stand in a row facing the team. The six of us were shaved clean and four of us had cum dripping down our bodies. He told the team to welcome us by slapping our ass as they left the shower area. He told the six of us to face the wall as the guys lined up to swat our ass and go back to the locker room. When we turned back around the showers were empty and the benches were gone. Someone yelled to take a shower. "
Tom and I were just coming around the corner of the backstop. Carl had his zipper down and was slowly pumping his stiff 6-7 inch circumcised cock. When he saw us, he quickly put his dick in his pants and started to zip up. Stammering, "Hey guys I didn't hear you. How have you been? What brings you to the playground?"
Tom laughed and said, "We came over to see you. It's a real surprise to see more of you than we anticipated. Don't stop on our account. We would love to see you finish the job." We sat down on either side of Carl. Tom reached over and started pulling down Carl's zipper. Of course, Carl resisted by getting up and running towards the outfield, just like the old days. Tom and I were in hot pursuit; finally catching Carl by some bushes along the fence off the 1st base line. Carl struggled but Tom sat on his chest facing his crotch and I sat on his legs facing his crotch.
"Paul would you please help Carl? He really needs a hand." Tom laughed as he leaned down to unbuckle Carl's pants and finish pulling down the zipper. I reached in and found a hard cock just inside the opening in Carl's boxers. Carl did not put up much of a fight as I began to pump his dick with gusto.
As Carl started to get close to his orgasm he begged; "At least let me stand-up to shoot, so I don't get cream on my clothes."
Tom and I laughed. Tom said, "Sure but Paul gets to finish you off." Carl stood and faced the bushes as I slowly pumped his cock. In less than a minute, Carl thrust his hips forward and painted the bushes with a big load.
Carl cleaned his dick head off with his hand and then wiped his hand on the grass. I wiped my hand on the grass as Carl straightened his clothes. "That was a big load. I'm glad I could lend you a hand." I said with a smile.
We walked back towards toward our street. I told Tom, "Your football initiation was not a surprise after I thought about the camaraderie necessary for a team. I am shocked you had teachers present. That sounds weird." Of course, Carl wanted to know about the initiation. Tom gave him a quick recap and stretched the top of his pants down to show Carl where his pubes had been but nothing more.
After saying our goodbyes to Tom in front of his house, Carl and I continued down the street. I said to Carl as we approached my house; "I wish you would spend more time with me and the rest of the gang. Hope you have no hard feelings about me jerking you off." Carl smiled and gave me a thumbs-up. He continued down the street waving his middle fingers high over his head.