This is a story about teenage boys having sex with one another. If that is not your cup of tea or if you are under 18, please don't read the story. It's just a fantasy. Fantasies can be better than real life, but let real life happen to you -- it can be just as fine.
Eddie made his way out of the hospital, unlocked his bike and hopped on. It was only then that he remembered that while he had been fucking Charlie's face and jerking off his beautiful teen cock, an SMS had come for him. He fished his phone out of his pocket and pushed the necessary buttons. The message was from Sam Almonado! "Thought all nite how u sucked me & ben, wanna try again," the SMS said. Eddie felt his heart skip a beat. OK! He'd only sucked on Sam's boner for a minute or so before Ben had pulled his head back into his own lap. Sam had just jerked off and cum all over Eddie's back and shoulders while Ben's balls were rocketing their contents into his mouth. Eddie smiled to himself and entered his answer: "See u at training. Mb after?" He pressed send and then sat on his bike in the hospital's parking lot to see if Sam was going to answer right away. He wasn't disappointed. "Wont b able 2 concentrate on floor ex," the message said. "LOL!" Eddie grinned. His mobile told him that it was a few minutes before noon. Practice would start at 1:00 and continue until 5:00. He felt a little bit hungry, so he pedaled over to a nearby McDonald's and had himself a Big Mac with fries and a Coke. He knew that wasn't the healthiest thing in the world for a gymnast to eat, but from time to time didn't hurt. When he got to the gym 45 minutes later, several of his teammates were already there, getting into their singlets. There was Bert Julian, a senior who specialized in rings. Tom Lucas, also a senior, one of Eddie's biggest competitors in all-around, he'd taken bronze at regionals to Eddie's silver. The gold had gone to a kid from a school out in the suburbs, and both teenagers were determined not to let that happen at state. Frank Oliver was a sophomore, phenomenally talented on the vault and the parallel bars, good enough to be on the varsity team already. Stevie Sebastian, a junior in a parallel class to Eddie's, the school's best athlete on the horse. Brian Giorgio, a senior who was a whiz at floor exercise and almost as good in the other disciplines. Sam and Ben weren't there yet. It was just as well, Eddie thought to himself. He could strip off without fear of having wood between his legs. The other boys straggled in one by one. When Ben and Sam came in, they both gave Eddie sunny smiles which told him that they were OK with what had happened the night before. Sam had made that more than clear. The locker room, of course, was not the place to discuss the matter, so they said nothing. Practice was grueling. Coach Lambert was retiring at the end of the year, and he was as determined as the athletes themselves to come back from state with a crop of medals. He drove the boys mercilessly, making them repeat exercises again and again until they could do them in their sleep. Eddie felt better than he had felt in a long time as he went through his paces on rings, the high bar, the parallel bars, the horse, the vault and floor exercise. It seemed that he could do no wrong, and that won him rare praise from the coach. Coach Lambert wasn't much for commending his charges, he always thought that they could do just that little bit better. But when Eddie landed perfectly after his last double back flip with spin on the floor exercise mat, Coach slapped him on the back and said that it was the best set he'd seen Eddie do. Eddie beamed. When practice was over, the boys trooped back to the locker room, stripped down and got under the hot stream of the showers. As always, there was a lot of gabbing and horseplay. These were young men at the prime of their lives, and more than just a few of them were perfectly happy to strut their perfect bodies around school. Where better than naked in the showers? Like the previous evening, Eddie, Ben and Sam hung around in the showers until the other athletes were back out in the locker room. Eddie saw that Sam's dick wasn't exactly hard, but it wasn't completely soft, either, and Ben was rinsing his huge tool more than seemed to be strictly necessary. Eddie recited times tables in his head to keep himself from springing bone. He didn't suppose that his friends would object, but he sure would feel like a dork. When they got back to their lockers, Eddie said that he was going to go over and see Charlie in the hospital again. He told them about how Charlie had not just sprained his ankle, but also partly broken his wrist. Sam and Ben made the appropriate noises of sympathy. "You guys wanna come with me?" Eddie asked. Ben shook his head. "Can't," he said. "It's my grandma's birthday today, and we're going out to dinner." But Sam, knowing what he had discussed with Eddie via SMS, said that he'd be glad to come and see Charlie with him. After that, he said, with as close to a wink as he could present without actually winking, they might go over to his house or Eddie's and study for the physics test they were going to have on Monday. Ben finished dressing first and said his goodbyes. He had to get going. When the door closed slammed behind him, Sam looked at Eddie and said, "Maybe now?" So Eddie told him all about what had happened with Charlie at the hospital earlier that day, Sam rubbing his hand across the front of his jeans while he listened. When Eddie was finished, Sam said: "You think he'll wanna go again?" Eddie told him that Charlie had said that he wanked, as he called it, four times a day, and Sam said "Who doesn't?" That cracked them both up, but then Sam said, "But dude, I'm boned right now. Boned real bad." So Eddie said, "Come over here," and ten seconds later Sam's jeans and jockstrap were down around his ankles, and his dick was buried deep inside Eddie's mouth. "That's it," he cooed. "That is so fuckin' awesome, dude!" Eddie took all seven inches of Sam's dick into his mouth and tickled his low-hanging balls with his fingertips while he did. He didn't bother to fish his dick out of his pants, even though it was asking him to. He was pretty sure that Charlie Webber would be horny again when he and Sam got there, and they'd have some fun. Besides, keeping his dick in his pants meant that he could put both hands to use on Sam. He squeezed his cock shaft, he hefted and tickled his balls, he reached up to pinch the nipples at the top of Sam's massive pecs. That earned him a groan of satisfaction from his teammate.
The two of them were so into what they were doing that they didn't hear the locker room opening, and they didn't hear anything until a voice said "I forgot my ... oh, my god, what are you guys doing?!" Sam leaped back from Eddie, his dick standing firm and hard. It was Frank Oliver, the sophomore vault and parallel bar specialist. His eyes were as big as saucers as he stared at Sam's dripping dick and Eddie's beet red face. "Dude, you weren't supposed to see that," Sam said hurriedly. "I'm really sorry, man." Frank broke out into a grin. "I don't care, Almonato. I've been doing that with my brother since I was eleven." He stepped closer. "Think I can have me some of that, Eddie?" And so Frank Oliver unbuckled his belt, dropped his jeans to the floor, and yanked off his underwear to display what was a very nice cock for a kid just 15 years old. It wasn't as long as Sam and Eddie's, but it was fat and mushroom-headed, with curly dark hair all around it. Frank gave it a squeeze and waddled closer to where Eddie was sitting. "Come on," he said. "I haven't got my rocks off in three days." It looked like he was telling the truth. Frank's dick was literally throbbing. Eddie bent forward and inhaled Frank's boner. If he could get his nose into Ben Anderson's pubes, Frank's were no problem, though his dick did stretch the sides of Eddie's mouth a bit. Eddie kept a hand on Sam's erection while he started sucking Frank's, but then Frank said, "Get up on the bench next to Eddie, Sam -- you look like you could use some more sucking, too." So Sam stepped out of his jeans and got up on the bench, standing alongside Eddie. Frank kept his dick in Eddie's mouth, but turned his torso to get Sam's raging hardon in his face. He licked the shaft from balls to tip a couple of times and then took Sam's tool in his hand and buried it in his mouth. Sam gave an involuntary gasp of ecstasy. Frank was the second boy to take his cock in his mouth, and Frank was just as good as Eddie. He rested his hand on Eddie's head as it moved back and forth on Frank's meat and stroked his short red hair. Sam felt as good as he had ever felt. Frank was doing something with his tongue around Sam's cockhead that was driving him half crazy with lust. He looked down at Eddie's head bobbing up and down on Frank's wiener and thought in the back of his brain that it had been less than 24 hours before that he would never once have imagined that he would have his dick out and hard in the presence of another guy, let alone two. But he didn't care. Sam Almonato was feeling way too good to care. Below him, Eddie's dick was demanding that it be released from its cotton sheath like RIGHT NOW, so Eddie unzipped, raised his butt off the bench and pulled down his jeans and jockstrap. His dick slapped against the front of his sweater, and Frank took his mouth off of Sam's dick long enough to say, "'Bout time, Jefferson." But that was all he said, because his erection in Eddie's mouth was getting close to blastoff, so he redoubled his efforts on Sam. Frank had learned quite a few tricks from his brother, who was called Evan and was four years old than him. He knew exactly what to do to get Sam insane with lust and ready to cum. He surreptitiously licked his index finger, and the next thing Sam knew, that finger was poking on his butthole and then slipping inside. Sam jumped and almost pulled out of Frank's mouth, but then he realized that the finger in his butt was tickling him in the most excellent way, the most, most excellent way, the ... fuck, the way that was making his balls roil and his cock expand to the biggest it had ever been. And then Sam's entire body erupted in fire, and he gurgled and gasped as his testicles began to empty out straight into Frank's slurping mouth. At that same moment, Frank Oliver gave a long moan, and his fat dick erupted into Eddie's mouth. Frank grabbed the back of Eddie's head and rammed it into his crotch as his sperm sluiced across Eddie's tongue and into the back of his mouth. Eddie could feel Frank's dick dancing around in his mouth and swallowed every drop of seed that it had to give. When Frank stopped panting, he looked down at Eddie's crotch and then up at Sam. "Let's get him off," he said. "You want front or back?" Sam looked at Eddie, confused. Front or back? What did that mean? "One of us sucks, the other one rims," Frank said. "Which one do you want?" Sam felt himself blushing. "I never sucked a guy, and I don't even know what rimming means." Frank grinned. "Well, it's high time you learned how. Rimming is licking a guy's butthole."
Sam winced. Stick his face in a guy's ass? Uh, uh. But Frank told him to get off the bench, turn around and bend over, and when he did, he almost jumped out of his skin when the sophomore's tongue touched his butthole. Frank licked his ass crack a couple of times and then said, "That's rimming. So you want front or back?" "Front, I guess," Sam said. Better to try to suck Eddie's dick than to lick his ass. Frank's tongue on his own butt had felt fantastic, but that felt like one step too far. So Eddie stood up, shucked off his jeans and jockstrap, and then Sam got down on his knees in front of him, and Frank got down on his knees behind him. Sam looked up at Eddie with a plea in his eyes, and Eddie smiled at him. "Just do it like I did to you," he said. So Sam took Eddie's raging boner into his hand, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and bent forward. Eddie's cockhead hit the tip of his tongue and he licked at it experimentally. That wasn't so bad. He took another breath, and then half of Eddie's dick was inside his mouth. What did it taste like? A little bit salty, Sam guessed, but not bad. Not bad at all. Eddie, like Sam, jumped a bit when the tip of Frank's tongue flitted across his tight asshole. But it felt excellent, and when Frank's tongue started to slide a bit inside his butthole, Eddie had to concentrate to keep from blasting a load right there. Sam scraped his dick with his teeth a couple of times, but not too bad, and each time he came right back up and said "Sorry" before diving back in. Eddie was totally chuffed, as Charlie would say. It was fantastic enough to suck Sam's cock, but to have Sam Almonado sucking his? That was somewhere way, way beyond his wildest dreams. It only took a couple of minutes before Eddie knew that the gig was almost up. He whispered down to Sam, "Dude, I'm about to cum. Move aside if you don't want it in your mouth." But Sam wasn't really even listening. His own dick was rock hard again, and he was massaging it feverishly as Eddie's swollen cock meat slid across his tongue again and again and again. He hadn't know what he'd been missing! And when Eddie said "I'm cumming," Sam stayed clamped on. The first shot of cum surprised him, and he almost pulled back, but Frank had taken all of his cum, and he wasn't going to be any different. At the same moment, another orgasm rocketed through his muscular body and, as the cum started to rocket from his balls to the rocket tip of his cock, he heard Frank gasping and moaning and knew that the sophomore was right there again, too. Both boys erupted simultaneously, and because their dicks were close, they got cum all over each other, Sam jetting on Frank's cock and fist, and Frank spurting on Sam's cock and fist. Sam felt like his entire body was on fire, Eddie's cum at the back of his mouth, and not tasting bad at all, Frank's cum slicking up his hand and his dick. Geez, but it was hot, so hot and sexy. Sam had whacked off twice the night before, remembering how good Eddie's mouth had felt on his boner and how twitchy he got watching Eddie suck on Ben Anderson's big tool. But neither orgasm had been even close to the two that he had just had with Eddie and Frank Oliver. Not anywhere remotely close. Before he realized what he was doing, he had his fist at his mouth, and he was licking his own sperm and Frank's to join together with Eddie's cum on his tongue. That was that. The three teenagers went back into the showers to wash up again. Frank told them while they were showering that he and his brother Evan had started messing around when Frank was eleven, which they already knew, and that they were still doing it even though Evan was already in college and only home every other weekend or so. He said that while he, Frank, was definitely gay, Evan went out with girls, too. But he often told Frank that no girl ever sucked his dick as well as his little brother did. Sam believed him. As they were getting dressed, the guard of the school came into the locker room and told them that it was time to get going, because he had to lock up. The three boys put on their coats, grabbed their bags and went outside. Frank said that he had to get home, and off he went. Sam looked at Eddie, Eddie looked at Sam, and they both smiled happily. They were going to the hospital to see Charlie, and it didn't matter whether Charlie was going to be horny or not. After the visit, they both knew, they were going to get naked together one more time. And this time maybe Eddie would suck Sam off to an orgasm.