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Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-4
Recap of Part 1, 2 and 3
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 I 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.
Moving Forward with Chapter 4
The week at school was fairly uneventful. I had one test in Geometry I. John was running late to catch the bus home but he came running up, just as the last kid in the line was getting to the stairs of the bus. John was out of breath, sweating and had a pissed off look on his face as he said, "I asked Sarah to go to Homecoming with me. I waited around her locker after the last bell. When she finally showed --up, she said she had just said `Yes' to Jimmy. He is in her last hour and asked her to hold back at the end of class. I wanted to ask her last week but was too chicken shit to make the move. Fuck, I am so stupid."
"Well I don't know how far you would get with Sarah in the make-out area. But you got bigger balls then I do. The fact is you can only get your virginity ticket punched by getting time with a girl. You tried. I didn't even go that far." I responded. "Hey, do you want to hang tomorrow? Maybe we can shoot some hoops at the playground."
"It would be great but this weekend is my grandma's birthday. Everyone is coming over Saturday for a potluck dinner and birthday cake. I know all the cousins will be there. Some of them may sleepover till Sunday morning. Sorry man." said John. "My Sunday is shot because I will have to get the homework done and start on the English paper due in two weeks."
"Yeah, I should work on my paper. Maybe I can get a start on Saturday when my house is empty." I said as we stepped off the bus for the walk home. "Did I tell you that Tom lost his pubes to a football initiation and also got jerked off in front of the team and two of the teachers? He can tell you all about it next Saturday at the Bitch Pool Tournament at Greg's. Tom and I caught Carl pounding his pud at the backstop. We held him down and finished the job for him. I was surprised he did not put up a bigger fight."
As we got to my house, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. When I got into the house, it smelled great. My aunt along with Jerry, my 12-year old cousin, had come over to bake cookies for the church bake sale. Because she was there, she decided to make a batch of chili. Uncle Kevin would come from work and get there about the same time my mom got home. This meant a good dinner but I would have to sacrifice my private time. I helped by setting the table and then excused myself to go change into some sweats. I stripped down to my underwear and was just looking at myself in the mirror. Yeah, I was playing with my junk as I thought about why I did not have the balls to get a date for Homecoming. I was definitely chubbed if not boned when my cousin burst in the room. The look on his face was shock and curiosity. "They ever teach you to knock?" I fumed.
"Sorry Paul. I didn't know you were busy jerking your chicken." Jerry laughed. "I spilled some chili on my pants and want to borrow some old clothes from you." He immediately pulled off his pants as he mimicked me by squeezing his dick through his briefs. "I'm not going to tell anyone what you were doing but I want to see your dick." I'll show you mine." He didn't wait for a response. He just stepped close to me and looked in the mirror as he quickly pushed his briefs down and hooked them under his balls. His balls had dropped and a few hairs were sprouting around his boner. Some fights are not worth the effort. I hooked my briefs under my balls in the same manner he did. "Wow, you got a big penis. I hope mine gets that big when I hit 15." We both laughed as we put our underwear back to cover our dicks. I quickly found him some old jeans that almost fit him.
The chili was super. I know I had thirds. About 8:30, the relatives packed up. Jerry and I started to load the car with cookies for the sale. Jerry was handing me another tray with packages of cookies when he softly said, "Maybe I can spend the night sometime? I would love to see that monster shoot." I know I was blushing when they all climbed in the car and drove away.
I went to bed later in the evening. As I lay there, I thought about what Jerry said about wanting to see my monster shoot. I pushed my covers off and yanked my briefs down. I started to slowly rub my full mast boner. I pushed it down towards my legs as I continued to pump. My mind was envisioning Jerry watching at first and then reaching to push my hand away as he took over. I imagined seeing and feeling him holding my dick vertical and getting a good rhythm to his stroke. When I told him I was going to shoot, he let my dick drop to my belly. The first shot hit my chin as my dick twitched 4-6 times as it shot out a huge load. Clean-up was even more than usual. I pulled on my briefs and feel asleep.
My mom woke me Saturday morning before she left for work. She reminded me to get my chores done before I did anything else. She further let me know it was raining, which may make it a good day to get the homework done or at least started. When I heard the car backing out, I decided to get my ass out of bed. No one was home so briefs at breakfast would be okay. Yeah, I had to take a piss to eliminate the morning wood. Today's chore list included scrubbing the two upstairs bathrooms, including the shower/bathtub tile, and the half bath on the first floor. If I have to scrub tile, I am going to get a shower first. That way there won't be streaks if mom does an inspection.
I got my shower and finished the bathrooms in yesterday's briefs. I was stripped to the waist and my underwear was damp from the water spray. There was a knock on the side door. From my bedroom window I could see Carl looking up at me as he stood under the short awning to get out of the light rain. The door would be unlocked. I motioned him to come up to my room. Carl came bounding up the stairs as I put the sponges under the bathroom sink and put the towels into the laundry.
"Hey Paul, glad you are home. I should have grabbed an umbrella before I left my place but decided to go immediately when my mom said I was done with chores for the morning." Carl laughed. We went to my bedroom. Carl sat on the end of my bed as I went to my dresser for dry briefs. I peeled off the damp underwear and grabbed a fresh pair from the open drawer. As I was pulling on my dry briefs, I looked in the mirror to see Carl smiling at my naked body. I reached for my jeans. My first leg was in the jeans and I was just pulling the second leg over my foot when Carl tackled me. He threw me on the unmade bed. Carl was laughing as he stuck one hand into my briefs. "Carl the squirrel needs nuts; your nuts."
With my pants down around my ankles and Carl's hand quickly getting my dick to bone, he had the advantage. We rolled around on the bed but he finally got the up on my chest with one of my arms pinned behind my back and the other held by his knee at my side. He pushed my briefs down and started to pump my cock. My body gave in to the sex before my mind acknowledged I was going to cum at Carl's hand. As I started to shoot, Carl moved to avoid getting cum on his clothes. I laid there as my dick put glob after glob on my bare belly. Carl was laughing. Still naked I reached for tissues to clean myself. Then I jumped on Carl. It was a struggle but he ended up flat on his back with me facing his head and his arms pinned by my knees. I reached back to feel his boner through his pants. Slowly my hand started rubbing his erection. He stopped bucking against me, almost like he wanted this to happen. I stopped rubbing long enough to get his zipper down and my hand inside his boxers to start rubbing again. Carl's breathing changed. I glanced and his eyes seemed glazed over. Carl was shooting his load in his boxers. Of course I got some of his cum on my hand. I took my hand and rubbed cum onto his lips. He was shocked. But I was even more surprised when he wiggled down so his face was going under my dick. He kept wiggling down but licked my shaft, balls and hole as he got free.
He laughed as he got his head up on one of my pillows. I lay down on the second pillow and started laughing. "Carl, what the fuck did you just do? You can't go around licking dicks without someone beating the crap out of you."
"You are not that someone. What we do to each other has always been between the guys. This will stay between us. I want you to know I think of you as a brother. You always treat me with kindness and respect. I like to see you squirm when I can. Boy did you squirm when my tongue attacked your crotch and asshole." Carl said with a smile that said he was right. "I came here, not to eat your ass but, to see about riding the bus with you and John. I am having a problem with a couple of idiots at school. If I hang with you guys for a few days, they will get tired and go pick on someone else." I told him we could stop at his house on the way to the bus stop. On the way home we could meet at one of our lockers and make the trip home. He didn't elaborate on what was going on with the idiots but seemed to think the problem would be solved.
I jumped up to find my underwear. As I bent to pull my briefs up, Carl kissed my ass cheek. Before I could pull on my jeans, Carl was starting down the stairs. He yelled back, "Thanks Paul. I love you like a brother."
Shit, it will take a lot for me to do homework after getting by dick, balls and asshole licked.