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Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-5
Recap of Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4
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.
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.
Moving Forward with Chapter 5
John and I got Carl as we walked to the bus stop. The three of us rode to and from school the whole week without incident. In fact, we had a lot of fun talking to the other kids and trying to finish our homework. Carl had it made because being a year behind us allowed us to give him a lot of help. Friday was chaos on the bus. Someone brought a small football and it was passed around like we were outside. Guys and girls ran up and down the aisle. The driver said he would stop and throw us all off if we did not sit down. Even the driver smiled as we all started singing "The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round". After we left Carl in front of his house, John and I continued up the street.
"Hey don't forget the tournament tomorrow at Greg's. He said 11:00." I reminded John. "After last time, I can hardly wait to see one of you guys become the bitch."
"I don't want to disappoint you but I have been dreaming of you becoming our permanent bitch." laughed John. "See you tomorrow at Greg's."
Saturday morning I got up early and was working on my English paper when my mom gave me my list of chores. I got busy on the list as soon as she left for work. Around 10:15, I climbed in the shower. Understanding what happened the last time we had a Bitch Tournament, I made sure everything was super clean. I put on clean briefs, tee-shirt, Long-sleeve football tee-shirt and jeans. Just before 11:00, I started walking towards Greg's. John and Tom caught up to me as I walked. We went to the side door and rang the bell. Greg answered and ushered us to the basement, which was really finished first class. Carpeting and couches along with tables and lamps. Out in the center of the room was a very ornate pool table with woven leather the pockets. There was a large light over the table that looked like it was made of different colored glass, with the word "Pool in large letters. It was really a neat recreation room.
"My grandma will call us in a little while for lunch. Until then I thought we could determine how this will work." Greg said with some authority. "To speed-up the game, we play with 4 stripes, 4 solid and the 8 ball. They call this 9 ball in a pool hall, I think." The rules would be the same as last time. The four of us rotate each game to mix partners. The team that loses a game removes a piece of clothing; shirt, tee-shirt, pants, underwear. Naked and lose again, that's the bitch. However, if someone scratches on the 8 ball it counts as a double loss for that person. It is a single loss for the other person on that team. I got a deck of cards and a couple of beach towels, when the time comes"
"It sounds cool to me, unless someone wants to volunteer to be bitch. What do you say Paul. Want to volunteer?" smiled John.
"You wish Shit breath." I responded. "Who breaks on each game? I suggest the one sinking the 8 ball on the previous game breaks. Hey, Tom tell these guys about your initiation."
Tom gave a quick recap of the football initiation. The guys were shocked to hear two adults watched the whole thing. We all wondered if they liked boys.
Greg's grandma called down that lunch was ready. We ate on the first floor in Greg's part of the house. His grandma made spaghetti in a meat sauce and huge meatballs. I think the garlic bread was home made. She had a salad with pepperoni and cheese mixed with two or three kinds of greens. For desert she served a huge tray of chocolate chip cookies. Of course, we got a large cokes. We all cleared are plates. When finished, all of us carried our dishes and silverware to the sink. Greg's grandma said she would take it from there. We grabbed the remaining cookies and our partial bottles of Coke, retreating to the basement.
As we chose our pool cues, we agreed on my idea for `who breaks'. Greg's table so we gave him the honors, first game. The rack of balls was arranged like a diamond; 1, 2, 3, 2, 1. Greg and Tom were partners and John and I were partners. The game moved fairly quickly. Greg obviously had played a lot of pool. Tom sank the 8 ball to finish the game. John and I removed our shirts.
Greg's grandma called down the stairs to say she was going upstairs to her flat to watch the Saturday afternoon movie. The pool games went pretty fast. The second game I was partnered with Greg, which put John and Tom together. Greg team won again, John lost his tee-shirt and Tom lost his shirt. The third game, Greg did the break, his partner John finished for him, which took my tee-shirt and Tom's.
The big turning point in the fun was the fourth game. Yeah, Greg had not lost but the rest of us were even when Greg deferred to me for the break. I think it was his gesture to give the rest of us a chance. Greg was my partner, which put John and Tom together. It looked like John and Tom would win with an easy 8 ball shot in the corner. John was the guy with the stick and cue ball. He lined up his shot carefully and took the shot. The 8 ball went in the pocket with a thud. Unfortunately for John, the cue ball rolled forward to follow the 8 ball into the same pocket. SCRATCH! Tom lost his pants but John lost his pants and underwear because of the scratch rule. Tom slipped off his pants. The three of us looked at John, standing there in shock. "Hey John, it's time to get naked. You are holding up the game." I laughed. The other two guys smiled at John and clapped. Very slowly John removed his pants.
"Bad luck John, but you know the rule. You would expect us to play by the rules. It was your shot." Greg interjected. John got the message and pulled off his briefs to show all that his circumcised dick stood stiff on a upward angle with his big balls swinging free in a hairless sack.
Greg told John, "You break but use the bigger stick." I don't think I have ever seen John more flustered or embarrassed. His face was crimson. Of course we all teased him. This was just adding to his frustration. John did the break.
Tom and I had luck on our side. John did not sink anything on the break. I know I didn't want to lose. Tom was up for our turn. He sank three of our balls quickly then missed. Greg sank two before he missed, which put me at table. I looked at John, remembering being his bitch. I smiled and winked at John. I sank our fourth ball with the cue ball two inches off the rail and a little more than a foot from the 8 ball, which was six inches from a corner pocket. I looked again at John and then at the other two guys. I think this may have been my easiest shot of the of the afternoon. "John take a deep breath; you're about to be somebody's bitch." I snickered.
The cue ball clicked against the 8 ball, which sank in the corner pocket almost as quickly as John's hope as the cue ball stopped on the felt. "John you are the bitch. Now be a sweetheart and get us the deck of cards for the cut." laughed Tom, as he grabbed a chocolate cookie. John immediately started talking to find a way out. No one gave him any room to argue. "Get the cards" Tom emphasized.
"Please guys my scratch was bad luck. Even Greg said it was bad luck. Give me a break, make it double or nothing." John pleaded.
"What's the double if you lose?" inquired Greg. "Are you going to blow the winner if you lose?"
"Fuck you Greg. I am not a faggot." John stressed.
"Okay, we can flip a coin. If you win, we continue playing but you are still naked. If you lose, you are the winner's bitch but the other two guys get to cum on you after the winner and then we jack you off. No clean-up till four loads are done." Tom challenged. "Take it or leave it. Stop the whining. Paul didn't give a ration of shit last time. We are all buds, playing a fucking game." John knew this was as good an offer as he would get.
"Okay, Okay, I'm not whining. You can't blame a guy for not wanting to be the bitch. Flip the coin." John responded.
Greg took a quarter from his pocket. "Just to be sure, you win we continue the tournament. You lose and you agree to be the winners bitch and take two more loads before we jack you off. No sniveling! John you call it. One's as good as a million." Greg flipped the quarter in the air. John called heads. The coin fell to the carpeted floor. All of us all leaned in to see. "Tails it is bitch. We are going to have fun and you will be a mess." Greg laughed. "Now get that deck of cards for the men to cut."
John, red faced and showing humiliation brought the deck of cards to the pool table. Greg shuffled the cards till we all thought the spots would rub off. Tom cut first for a King of Diamonds. I cut second for a 6 of Clubs. Greg cut and slowly should a Jack of Hearts. Tom said, "Thank you God. I have been thinking of what I would do if I won. Come over here John on your knees and help me get my underwear off." John did not say a word but came over to the edge of the pool table where Tom was standing. He reached up and, with shaking hands, pulled Tom's briefs down and helped him step out of them. "Feel my balls gently. Feel how big and heavy they are. Are you looking forward to helping me unload my balls on you? Call me by name and tell me you want my hot cum."
John softly said, "Tom I really want your load."
"Tell me you will do anything for my cum and to make me happy." Tom continued
"Tom I will do anything to make you happy and get your load." John responded.
Tom went over to the chocolate cookies and brought one back. "John you look hungry. You should eat something before we all get a turn on you." As he said that, Tom put the cookie in the crack of his ass. Only about 1/3 of the cookie showed. "Now get the cookie out of my ass without touching it with your hands. You can spread my cheeks with your hands but then you have to tell everybody how much you like my muscled butt." Greg and I laughed as John tried to get the cookie. John finally used his hands and told us about Tom's butt. When he got the cookie, he ate the entire thing. I thought John was going to puke.
Now you need to remember, Tom was in football player shape. His pubes were starting to grow since the initiation. Tom had John spread a large beach towel on the floor and lay face up. All of us were hard. Tom asked Greg and I to take our underwear off. Tom had pre-cum at the tip of his cock. John was really stiff but dry as a bone. Greg's uncircumcised dick was fully erect with almost the entire head of his cock pushing out of his foreskin.
Tom got over John in a push-up position with his legs spread on either side of John. His position had his cock on John's chest with the head closer to John's neck and chin. Tom lowered his body so he could use his hips to rub his cock on Tom. "Hey, would one of you guys work John's cock. Don't let him cum but keep him hot. John tell me how much you love this and how much fun you are having. If I don't think you are having fun, I will have to find a better spot." Greg slowly started to masturbate John, stopping when he saw a drop of pre-cum on John's cock slit. John told Tom it was wonderful. He should keep rubbing to make himself happy. Tom, Greg and I were laughing at John's situation. We told John the first load would be the hardest but that he would get a lot more cum to enjoy.
Tom stopped. I thought he was getting close to an orgasm and wanted to hold off. In a few second he told John to look up and not turn his head. Then Tom raised up and used only his hands and feet to move forward so that his dick was on John's face and his balls were hanging from just below John's lower lip down to his chin. John coughed almost a gag. The three of us laughed. John's eyes were tightly closed. Tom started humping up and down on John's face. He reminded John to keep talking about all the fun he was having with Tom's cock. It was hilarious. Finally, Tom got off John and moved to John's head. Tom positioned himself, sitting on his feet with his knees on either side of John's head. Tom was dripping pre-cum. He started to jack-off with a clear intent of placing as much cum a possible on John's head and face. "John, take a deep breath and breathe through your nose. It may be a little while before you want to open your mouth or eyes." Tom moaned and then with a grunt unloaded on John's face, neck and hair. He gave pump after throbbing pump. He wiped his dick head on John's hair. That was Greg's and my signal to jack-off on John. We did it with a lot of verbiage to John about how great he was going to look. We both shot huge loads on John's body.
"Well John, three loads down and one to go." Tom said as he got down and started to stroke John's cock, which was really dripping so much pre-cum, it could be mistaken for a load. In seconds, John was thrusting his hips pushing his dick into Tom's hand. "Give it up John. You want this over with." A loud groan from John as his dick began to pulse and throw cum onto his belly to join the pools from Greg and me. When he groaned, John opened his mouth. Some of Tom's cum dripped in.
Greg said, "Don't move! I will get a damp washcloth for your face." Greg ran to the bathroom just off the recreation room and was back in a few seconds. Greg wiped John's eyes. John then took the washcloth and cleaned his face and hair. Tom threw a towel to John as he lay on the floor. John opened his eyes and started to laugh. "You are sorry mother fuckers. It looks like I am a sperm bank." John commented. "I smell like a cum bucket. Paul, do you think I can get a shower at your house before I go home?"
"Sure John. Greg, give me the towels so I can get them in a washer. Your grandma would be very suspicious if you have two beach towels in the laundry and they smell of cum." I said. "John let's go. I have lots to do before my mom gets home."
"So when are we doing this again?" asked John. "I want Tom as a bitch."
We thought about mid-terms and football. "How about we have a poker game the first Saturday in November?" Someone suggested. Everyone agreed.
Tom, John and I said thanks to Greg as we went out the side door and down the drive. As we walked, Tom threw his arm around John's shoulder and leaned in. "I hope you understand life is a bitch and today you were life. I would have paid money to see the look on your face when you lost, lost again and then put up with our harassment. You are the best friend a guy could have; you too Paul."
John took a shower at my place. I sat on the closed toilet seat. We laughed about the whole episode. I patted John on the ass as he bent for his underwear.