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Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-7
Recap of Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6
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 cumall 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 for 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 tied, naked, with graffiti and the word `Bully' at the entrance to the school as the Homecoming Dance let out.
Moving Forward with Chapter 7
After we got to the high school, John and I did not really see Carl to talk until we left for the bus ride home. John and I did not know who did it to Dean but it seemed obvious it had something to do with what Dean did to Carl. John and I did not say anything to anyone at the school about what happened to Carl, which was good because it meant the three of us were not in the gossip about Dean.
When John and Carl met me at my locker, we left for the bus. Carl looked at John and me and said, "I don't think the two of you did that to Dean. So who do you think did it? It was more than coincidence and only a few of us know what he did to me. John and I easily denied any involvement. We laughed about it and wondered who did it. Carl said he heard Dean had a condom wrapped cucumber in this mouth that appeared to have a lot cum residue. The rumor was that the cucumber had pushed a lot of cum into Dean, which he swallowed. What a fucking mystery.
School was quiet all week. Dean came back to school on Thursday but stayed away from everyone including the guys he normally hung around with. His guys were avoiding him too. There were the snide remarks between students when they saw Dean. He had to hear the comments but ignored them and kept moving.
John, Carl and I rode to and from school on the bus. The bus was absolutely normal. Boy-girl dynamics were constant. We got some homework done and talked the rest of the time. On Friday as we got off the bus, Carl asked if John and I would come to his house on Saturday for a pizza at noon. He said he was going to ask Tom to come. We were available and there was pizza. We would be there.
On Saturday, Tom and John stopped at my house just before noon. The three of us walked down the street to Carl's. We told Tom about Dean. He said he didn't know anything about it but was glad Dean got what was coming to him. Gary opened the door and took us to the kitchen. Carl's mom and sister, Cindy had gone shopping and to a movie. He had told his mom he needed some guy time. Two extra large pizzas were on the table. Carl got pop for all of us and we dug in. We talked sports, girls, sex, girls and sex. At some point during lunch, each of us were teased and humiliated by the others. Farts and burps were in abundance. As the last piece of pizza was swallowed by Tom, we all pitched in to clean the table and dump the boxes in the trash.
When lunch was cleaned up Carl asked the three of us to sit back down at the table. He also sat. He looked at each one of us and seemed to get a tear in his eye as he said, "I am so glad you came today. I should not have been worrying that you might not accept my invitation."
John interjected, "You have pizza we will generally show-up." Everyone laughed.
Carl continued, "You might not be aware but I am still trying to get over the death of my dad. Sometimes I wake up at night from a nightmare where I find him dead in the kitchen. I am screaming Dad. I don't understand because I never felt that close to him. I wish he had told me he loved me and I wish I had said I loved him because I did love him. Since his death, I often feel alone, disconnected and uncared for by everybody. When that has happened, one or two or all three of you show-up and prove that we do care for each other. You are more than the boyhood friends I have had all my life. We have grown to be brothers. For years, some of what we have done has involved our interest in things sexual for fun reasons. I don't think of us as queer. I know we are just guys wanting to have fun. You are wonderful in your own ways. I will love you like brothers forever."
Carl looked around and saw he be making the three of us uncomfortable, so he said, "I will lighten this monologue up in a second, you assholes. I want to always be honest with you. Based on my wet-dreams I don't think I am queer. However, I was looking at Dean's junk in the shower, when he and another guy were jerking off. Shit, I think most guys would look if two macho bullies were jerking off, standing close to each other in a shower room and the water was not running. However, I am very curious about my sexuality. I like to get off any way I can and with whomever I can. That might change in the future but right now I want to get off with you. And then show you something I got in the mail if you promise not to ever say anything about it. Can we go up to my bedroom?"
"Lead the way Carl. I think your three horny brothers will follow. Paul can you make it clear to Carl that we do not fuck each other?" Tom teased.
"Carl, we do not fuck each other yet. Maybe John or Tom will give up their ass in the near future but not yet." I laughed.
We followed Carl up to his room on the second floor. This was the first time any of us had been in Carl's room. It was huge. It took up most of the second floor. The bed was the biggest bed I had ever seen. Carl said it was a King. He had couch that he said could turn into a bed. There was a stuffed chair, small tables and a larger table with a partially finished puzzle. A door led to a bathroom with a very large shower. Carl said his dad built it as an apartment for Carl's grandma but she passed before moving in. Carl's mom said he should move into it to have a space of his own.
John and Tom grabbed the bed. Carl sat on the bottom of the bed and I sat in the chair. "Hey Carl, can I use your bathroom?" I asked.
"Sure Paul, just be careful because I leave the seat up and I would not want you to fall in taking a pee." Carl teased.
When I got back, Carl was kneeling between John and Tom rubbing their obviously expanding bulges. I sat on the end of the bed with my legs on the bed. Carl told me to scoot in closer. He moved his foot to my crotch and was gently kneading my crotch. Carl began to unzip and unbutton Tom first, then John. He began to pull off their pants and underwear.
"It appears our host plans on getting us naked." Tom remarked. "If that is the case, I think we should make sure Carl is naked first. After all, we want to be sure the host has as good a time as the guests."
John and Tom held Carl while I quickly wrestled his pants and boxers off. Then, I sat on his legs, while they removed everything above the waist. Carl was bare ass with a hard-on waving. "Okay I am naked. Now the three of you get naked. Don't ruin yours host's party plans." Carl seemed to demand. We got to our feet and quickly stripped. "Tom and John take your places again. Paul get in the middle. See the advantage of a King sized bed." There were three naked and boned boys lying across a bed with the fourth sitting on the bottom of the bed.
Carl got up and leaned in between John and me and grabbed our dicks, one in each hand, and started to jack us off. Tom got up and got behind Carl and did a reach around to get a handful of Carl's meat. Tom started to jack off Carl. Carl laughed and went face down in John's lap. As he pushed himself up he licked the head of John's dick. "Whoa guy, you shouldn't suck dick. People might talk." John giggled.
"Not brothers! All of us would not think twice about getting a BJ from a girl. One thing I am learning in this house is that if a female can do it then a male can do it. Think of this as a onetime expression of my gratitude for having you with me. Of course, I will find out why some girls either love or hate sucking dick." Carl stated flatly. We looked at each other and laughed.
John asked, "Can we sit on the couch. I want see this happen. I also want to see Carl get off." We moved to the couch and Carl got down on his knees. "Please Carl no biting!"
Carl leaned in and gently kissed the head of each of our cocks. Then he gave a couple of bobs up and halfway down on each of our cocks. He looked up and got smiles from each of us. He started again but tried to go all the way to the pubes. With a little effort, he made it and bobbed about 1minute on each of us. As soon as we moved, moaned, or our breathing got ragged he moved on to the next guy.
John had been first to get his minute. "God this is great. I like to get it slimy when I jerk off but this is 1000% better than my hand. Carl I don't know where you got the courage to do this but glad you are doing it."
As soon as Carl took Tom in his mouth, "Oh holy shit, I think I am going to shoot any second. His mouth is so warm and wet. Holy shit, Paul you are not going to believe it. Carl, what the fuck does a dick taste like?" Carl didn't answer.
In only a few more seconds, Carl moved to take my dick in his mouth. As he leaned in, he looked up directly into my eyes. He kept looking up at me as he would twirl his tongue around the head of my prick on the up stroke. I know I whimpered.
When Carl went back to John, John was stroking his cock. Carl pushed his hand away and went at John's dick knowing he would make John cum. "Ah, Ah Ah, Carl I am going to shoot. Get off!" Carl just went up and down faster. You could see his cheeks go concave as he sucked. The grunt from John told Tom and me what was happening. Carl stayed on John's dick and then moved to look at the three of us with a smile.
Carl quickly leaned in and took Tom's meat in his mouth. He did the same actions with Tom. In only a few seconds Tom groaned as he grabbed Carl by the head to hold Carl's head still. Tom's eyes were scrunched closed and his face was red. "Holy fuck, I am still pumping. You are empting my balls."
It was my turn. Carl looked up at me again. "You ready?" he asked. All I could do was nod. He spit on the end of my dick and quickly stuck it in his mouth before it dribbled down.
Up and down, he kept bobbing. He reached for one of my hands pulling it to his head. I was on the edge. I couldn't help but thrust into his mouth, over and over. I could feel the back of his throat. "I'm sorry Carl but you asked for it." I know I shot 4 or 5 spurts down Carl's throat.
Carl stood up in front of us. His legs were touching our legs. He started feverously pumping his dick as the three of us sat recovering from toe curling orgasms. It would not be wrong to say we were hypnotized watching him masturbate. Then he laughed and groaned, "Enie, Menie, Minie, Moe." His dick exploded and his cum was flying in huge spurts on our bodies. We sat there and let it happen. It was like we were frozen. Carl ran to the bathroom and returned with a towel, which he gave to us. "Well I hope it was good for you guys. It was great to give us all a super experience. I am not queer but I wanted see what it was like. You should know it did not taste bad, just salty and different."
We all cleaned up and got dressed. Carl went to the desk and came back with an envelope. "This came in the mail Thursday." Carl said as he took a Polaroid picture and typed letter from the envelope. The picture was Dean, tied and on his knees. His mouth was open and a thin cucumber covered with a condom was just entering his mouth.
The letter explained. "It is important to help boys grow to be decent men. No one should bully another person. For some reason, Dean thought you were sexually different from him. We explained to him we are all different in the eyes of God. Dean bullies because he does not have a good opinion of himself. His actions have been wrong for a longtime. We told him he had to pay a stiff penalty and, hopefully, change for the future. We think he will change."
"Many guys ejaculated into the condom put in Dean's mouth. Dean was given a choice. He could eat cum or he could have it up his ass. He begged us not to do it but finally opened his mouth. He paid the penalty. Now you must forgive Dean so you can both move-on."
Tom blurted out, "I don't know who got Dean but I know they are people from my school."