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Boys-Buddies-Growing-Up-8
Recap of Parts 1 through 7
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 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. The 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.
Moving Forward with Chapter 9
Greg carried his clothes to the upstairs bathroom. Tom, John and I (Paul) followed him into the bathroom. I spread a beach towel on the floor to catch any water from the shower, which allowed us to tell Greg to leave the curtain fully back. "You guys are three big assholes." Greg lamented.
"Yeah we are. But, we are here to see you work on that little hole of yours. It will be fun to see if you get hard doing it." John laughed."
Greg turned on the water to get it to temperature before changing the flow from bathtub to shower fixture. He climbed in to the cheers of his three observers. He did a quick wet down and soaped up his body and extremities. He caught water in his mouth and spit it out. As he started to rinse, the guys reminded him to get that ass really, really clean. Greg ran the soap deep in his ass crack and moved it up and down. He put the soap in the ceramic soap dish but his hand was very soapy. "Okay Greg, bend over so we can see you bury your finger and really work that hole." John emphasized.
Greg turned the control to return the flow of water from the shower head to the tub. Then he bent over so his head was toward the wall and his ass was hanging over the outside edge of the tub. Using one hand he pulled an ass cheek out of the way. He took his soapy finger and pushed it in his hole. He pumped his finger in and out about a dozen times before he straightened up and turned the control knob back to shower mode. The three of us guys were laughing like crazy. We teased him about his dick standing tall with his cock head fully exposed from his foreskin to tell the three of us how much his dick enjoyed the asshole attention. Greg rinsed, turned off the water and climbed out of the tub. He quickly dried and got dressed.
As the guys left, we said we would have to figure out when we could all get together. Thanksgiving and Christmas would add to the difficulty but maybe we could get something going during the Christmas break.
John and I stopped to get Carl on the way to the bus stop Monday morning. As we walked to the stop and waited for the bus, we asked Carl about the sleepover with Dean. He didn't want to go into details but we kept pushing. "Carl, we are not going tell anyone. You should tell your brothers all the details. It might help us to finally accept Dean as a school friend." I said.
Carl started giving us exactly what went on. "We went to the movie like planned. On the way home, we picked up a pizza, which he insisted on paying for. We play gin-rummy while we ate the pizza and talked about all the things the guys are age always talk about; girls, sex, girls and a little sports. The more we talked, I realized he is just like you and me. He worries about grades, popping boners at the wrong time, getting laughed at and getting the opportunity to punch his virginity ticket.
"I thought I was insecure. Dean is timid and very shy. When we went upstairs to my room for bed, he changed in the bathroom, stripping down to his briefs. . I asked him if he wanted to sleep on the pullout couch or the King bed with me. He told me he would feel better if he knew I was sleeping right next to him. So we climbed into bed together. We lay in the dark except for the nightlight in the bathroom and the moonlight shining through the window, talking about lots of shit. Finally, I got the courage to ask him if he jacked-off much. He laughed and said it depends if I thought all-the-time would be considered much.
"I told him I saw him pumping his meat in the shower room. He said I had caught him jerking with another guy and that is what set him off to bully me. He was embarrassed thinking I would spread rumors about him being queer. It seemed natural to see if he wanted to spank the monkey with me. He told me it would help him to sleep and lower the risk of a wet dream screwing-up my sheets. So, I tossed the top sheet and blanket back and pulled my boxers off. When I looked over at him, he was as naked as the day he was born and had seven inches of circumcised boy meat in his hand.
"I got to tell you, he has the biggest cock head I have seen. We stroked together for a few minutes taking care of our individual needs but watching each other. He reached over and asked if he could help me out. I moved my hand and he took over my dick. He used his fingers to rub my pre-cum around the head of my dick, which got my dick to twitch. When I reached over and started pumping his dick he moaned. He told me he was going to cum, so I pumped him faster then let his dick flop to his belly. He shot a huge load with the first volley hitting his chin. He resumed pumping my dick and held my dick as I came."
"Did he say anything about getting abducted?" I asked.
Just then the bus pulled up. "Yeah, I'll tell you on the way home." Carl said as we climbed onto the bus.
Dean got on the bus at his stop and sat with us as we rode to school. The bus was quiet because almost everybody was either dozing or putting the finishing touches on homework. When we got close to the stop by the school we all scurried to gather our stuff and get ready to get off the bus.
School was school; just a normal day until lunch. At lunch a fight broke out between two guys. The teacher on duty and two lunchroom aides broke it up pretty fast. One guy had a bloody nose and they both had ripped shirts. They were gone from the cafeteria in less than a minute. Of course, the rest of the day, everyone was talking about the big fight. The story just kept growing until it included throwing chairs and knocking over tables. None of that happened. I was there. John and Carl met me at my locker for the walk to the bus.
As we were getting on the bus, Dean came around the corner just in time to get to stand in the aisle by our seats. Carl was by the window and I had the other seat on the aisle. John had the aisle seat across from us. Everyone on the bus including us were talking about the fight. I leaned across the aisle and was telling John it was not as big a deal as the stories going around. I got bumped on the shoulder as the bus lurched to a stop.. When I looked to see, Dean's bulge was inches from my face. I looked up and he was smiling down at me. Dean immediately said, "Sorry, I didn't anticipate that. By the look on your face you didn't either." Dean got off at the next stop.
When we got off the bus, I told Carl we wanted the rest of the story about Dean getting kidnapped. Carl said, "Dean and I talked for a couple of hours after jacking-off. I again told Dean, I was not involved in any of that shit. He said it was told a whole list of things he had done to people. Some of it he could barely remember. They told him society only tolerates bullies for so long and then society does something about it. They wanted to teach him a lesson as a boy so he would grow into a better man. I asked him who these people were.
"Dean told me he has no idea who grabbed him. He thinks it was four guys. They grabbed him as he was starting to walk home from the delicatessen after dark. They came up behind him and put a pillowslip over his head. They used duct tape to restrain his hands and hold the pillowcase to his neck. They threw him in a truck that had side doors. They told him to be quiet and he would not be permanently hurt. Two guys held him while another guy stripped him from the waist down. They took his shoes and socks off; putting duct tape around his ankles. The vehicle was moving so he knows there had to at least another person.
"In a few minutes, he knows they pulled into a garage because a guy jumped out to open the garage door and closed it after the vehicle drove in and stopped. Someone started to masturbate him. Before he could shoot they put a condom over the head of his dick and then finished him to an orgasm and removed the condom. The guys were laughing and talking about each of them shooting a load in the same condom. In about 10 minutes they flipped Dean on his stomach. Then they cut the duct tape on his wrists and told him to put his arms out straight over his head. They pulled his jacket off and his shirt. He was naked. They again duct taped his wrists together behind his back. Someone sat on his back and cut the duct tape holding the pillowslip. That guy reached inside the pillowslip and tied a rag blindfold over his eyes. They shoved a sock in his mouth and pulled off the pillowslip. They told Dean to sit up.
"They told him he had to pay a major penalty for all the people he hurt with his bullying. If he learned his lesson well and did not bully anyone in the future, people would eventually either forgive him or just forget. The penalty was meant to teach him to be humble and let him know what would probably happen to him if he returned to his bullying. Someone started to write and draw all over him. They made him lie down again as they started driving.
"When they stopped the vehicle, they explained he was to be humiliated so others could tease him without fear. Then they said he could chose to either be swallowing a huge load of cum including his own or have it pushed in his ass. Dean said he was crying but couldn't scream with the sock in his mouth. One of the guys said if he would talk quietly they would remove the sock. However if he tried to scream he would be very sorry. The guy removed the sock. Dean begged them not to make him swallow cum or have it up his ass. He was told firmly he had to make a choice as part of the penalty. He made the oral choice.
"The vehicle started to move again. Someone pushed something into his mouth and he felt a salty liquid spurt across his tongue as they pushed more of the object into his mouth. He assumed the liquid was cum. He was told to bite down on the object in his mouth and not lose it. He had to swallow as the liquid and spit pooled in his mouth. The vehicle stopped. The side door opened and the three guys carried him and sit him down on cold concrete. He was told not to move. From behind someone pulled off the blindfold and ran away. Dean's clothes and shoes were in a shopping bag down by the curb."
We had walked from the bus stop and stood in front of Carl's house as the Dean story ended. John said, "Well he seems to have stopped bullying people. What do you think Paul?"
"I am glad Carl got the story right from Dean. The sleepover sounded like fun and maybe a way for Dean to move-on with his life as a horny teenage boy." I responded. "I want to get home and pound my big dog. Are you coming John?"
"Yes! Can I come in and cum with you." John laughed as we headed up the street.