Part 2:
I slept like a little baby. I had experienced my first time. And then not just with a boy, but with my two hot soccer buddies from class. Luckily neither of us felt any guilt. At least for my part I didn't have it.
Like almost every morning, I woke up with a decent morning wood. I could still remember the last fragments of my dream. I was just about to tap into a tight buttocks. I assumed that in the dream it was probably Burak who had to stall. What it would be like to take over the active part. But today, unlike yesterday, I had enough time to take care of her before the shower.
So the cover was thrown back and off we went. I had slept naked anyway. An absolutely awesome feeling. Now I took my hard latte in my hand and jerked off with relish on yesterday's experiences. I kneaded my smooth eggs. After a while I felt a little deeper and soon I was fingering my hole. At least since yesterday I knew that this also gives me great pleasure. After only a few minutes of violent wanking, I felt my balls tighten and the juice was already pumping through the shaft. I moaned out my lust in my departure and my hole squeezed my finger. In several spurts I squirt the juice on my hairless chest and sagged backwards, exhausted and happy.
Since I wanted to go to the shower right away, I rubbed the still warm juice on my chest and stomach after a short time and licked my fingers. I thought it was delicious after yesterday I was allowed to suck foreign sperm directly from the source for the first time.
I shaved in the shower until everything was perfectly smooth again. Below of course. After the shower I was able to have breakfast with my mother. It was Friday and just before the weekend she casually announced that she and my father would be out in the evening. So off to school. I was a little excited about how Burak and Mauricio would react after yesterday. My heart suddenly pounded in my throat. What if they spread the word. After all, I let myself be fucked and sucked the other one down to the last drop. The fact that I had come twice without touching my cock suddenly made things even more confusing for me.
The two stood in front of the school. They whispered to each other and grinned broadly at me. Burak rays gave me another hard in my jeans. Sparkling white straight teeth and his dark eyes beamed at me. Mauricio also grinned broadly.
"There you are at last, Bruda," Burak greeted me. "Thought you'd quit today. Everything OK with you? At home I had a tent in my pants all evening and the booth was full."
"I had to reduce the pressure at home first," said Mauricio. "Unfortunately I can't come with you afterwards. You're pumping, aren't you?
"Sure brudi." It came from Burak. I just nodded with wide eyes. "Now get in. Get started with the math right away."
A quick look around and I could see right away that the two Soccer studs looked very similar in their pants. Both boys had decent tent in their pants. So jackets pulled down and off we went into the building. Math and the other subjects made sure that our cocks could settle down. At least for most of the time. It was bad during the breaks. Because, of course, one of us kept coming back to our first threesome. Only if nobody else was around, of course.
"Dude, I'm fed up again. Girls don't have cunts as tight as you do." He grabbed his cock and squeezed so that it was easy to see. His gaze bored into me like his cock yesterday. He glared at me and smiled sweetly. My cock also swelled to full size in a matter of seconds. Had Burak expected an answer now? I wasn't able to do anything. I still couldn't believe what was going on here.
"Brother, I need new photos for Insta. Can you take some pics of me later? The chicks like muscles." As if Burak had a switch that he had flipped. From gay to straight. I was even more confused now and could only nod again. What's all this about and what's next?
We made it through the rest of school and went our separate ways. However, Burak and I had made an appointment to meet in the fitness studio. So just a snack and off to the bike. Burak also wanted to come by bike. After the usual high-five as a greeting, we went in. In the changing room, I couldn't help but glance at one or the other. But Burak also looked too hot. Dark hair and eyes, dark complexion, then strong thighs and firm calves. There was no hair on the legs either. Does he shave them too? Burak already had a defined body with fine muscles. I haven't had anything there yet. Although I was slim because of my sport, I was far from able to keep up with Burak's muscles.
I quickly had to pull myself together not to have to walk around with a hard cock while pumping. That would have been quite embarrassing. We went through some equipment in the gym. Burak knew the exercises and gave me tips and helped here and there again. He pushed my body into the right position with his delicate fingers. These light touches then made for the inevitable. I suddenly sprung a boner, and couldn't do anything about it. Burak saw this immediately and grinned at me, looking me straight in the eyes.
"Shall we call it a day?" and threw me his towel.
"It's better that way," was my short reply.
So we went to the locker room. Me with the towel in front of my crotch. Luckily the locker room was empty. Burak made fun of it and quickly undressed completely. Naked, as God created him, he stood in front of me and stared at me.
"What's going on? Hurry up."
That grin again. Oh man. If only he knew how crazy he was driving me with it. Or maybe he even knew? Of course, I still had a boner that smacked against my stomach after I had laboriously pulled the shorts down.
"You horny bastard. Hard again? Are you getting really horny?" Burak almost whispered. "Come take a cold shower. Don't think we're going to do yesterday's number here."
Burak turned around and I looked at his strong, smooth buttocks, in which the muscles also worked while walking. What a bubble butt, I thought to myself. My penis jumped. I shook my head as if to clear my thoughts from my head, but of course that wasn't possible. And something else I had recognized. Because Burak's cock was not quite as small as it was at the beginning of our conversation.
I stepped into the shower, where Burak was already standing under a shower, clenching his teeth. I didn't even know why for a second. Burak grabbed me and pulled me towards him, laughing. The shower was freezing. I squeaked in shock and Burak pressed his naked body against mine. Under normal circumstances I probably would have hosed down, but the cold shock made my prick shrink in fractions of a second. Nothing was left of our horniness and we both had to laugh.
Just as I pushed away from him and was in my own shower, the door opened and more guests crowded into the shower area. Phew, just in time. Burak winked at me and without a word we finished showering without further incident. So dry off, get dressed and jump on the bikes. It was about 10 minutes by bike to me, which we mostly did without a word.
When I got it, it was as expected. There was nobody at home. And at least for the next 6 hours. Burak had said at home that he would come home later.
"Drink what?" I asked him.
"A Coke would be nice." Burak said.
We grabbed our drinks and went to my room. Burak has been to my place several times and knew his stuff. I made myself comfortable on the edge of the bed while he sat down in my desk chair. Burak sat with his legs apart on my chair and took a sip from his coke. I watched him and observed every detail. His Adam's apple jumped up and down with every sip. It was warm in my booth. As a precaution, I had turned up the heating accordingly, since Burak had said something about photos. Of course with ulterior motives. And they seemed to work.
"Warm here.", Burak said and pulled his sweater over his head. Underneath he had a tight-fitting shirt that emphasized his upper body.
"What about photos?" I asked him.
"Clear. Goes to. You do it with your phone. Yours is better. The girls will go crazy." Burak said.
"Not just the girls," I blurted out without meaning to. Of course we had a pretty intense kinky session yesterday, but I still wasn't 100% sure about Burak.
"Gay pig." I was shocked by Burak's serious and harsh words. My heart dropped and I looked at him in horror. I wanted to cry when Burak burst out laughing.
"Dude, have you seen a ghost?" Burak spluttered. "Relax. It's all ok."
Burak got up and came towards me. What is this? I could see his package closely but couldn't really tell if he was hard or not. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me up. We stood face to face.
"You're my buddy. no matter what you are. And hey. You're cute." I felt his breath on my lips. What is he? What is Burak doing to me. I looked at him dreamily from my green-blue eyes. My cock was hard again long ago. The blood rushed to both my heads.
"And if you blush like that, you're even cuter." He added.
Now I thought he was going to kiss me. But that wouldn't be the Burak I know. Laughing, he pushed me back onto my bed so that I lay on it.
"Dream on, bro." He laughed so hard that tears soon ran down his cheeks. After a while I had to laugh, infected. Of course I knew that Burak would never go so far as to make out with me.
"Come on dude. Let's take the photos.' he said.
"Ok," I answered curtly.
We took some pics to check the lighting. It quickly became clear that we needed more light. So turn on the lights.
"Draw the curtains." Burak said. "Not that anyone else is cocking."
After that was done, we moved on.
"Bro, you don't get a like with them. Show me a body.", I challenged Burak. "The girls want to see something for their money." I grinned at him. I thought I should be offered something.
"It's clear that you want that." Burak said. But then immediately peeled his tight shirt over his head.
We were already at the flex photos. Burak had a small six-pack when he really tried. And it was really exhausting. Added to this was the nice warmth in my room.
"Got something to drink again." Burak asked.
"Clear. I'll get something."
Quickly two more Cokes from the fridge and again briefly to the toilet. As I walked out, something caught my eye. massage oil. My mother got it once to massage a strain in my thigh. I really needed to get fit for the next competition in a month. And it worked. And that's how I knew it left a very wet film on the skin. So I grabbed it.
"Here. Take this." With these words I threw the bottle to Burak.
"What that?"
"You like it you honk. massage oil."
"What am I supposed to do with that?" Burak snapped. But sometimes he was......
"So that your body shines and muscles can be seen better. The chicks will squeal." I laughed. "Old bodybuilders always shine, right?"
That seemed to convince Burak. He started rubbing the massage oil into his chest.
"Aren't you a bit overdressed?" I asked Burak.
"Huh?"
"You don't need to pose with your jeans either. Show more skin.", came the next not entirely unselfish suggestion from me.
"Yeah, it's clear.", Burak grumbled.
At first I thought he wouldn't get involved, but after a few more seconds he fumbled with his jeans. He got out of her and now stood in front of me in white Calvin Klein pants. He filled out the good piece neatly, even though he just didn't have a hard-on. It made an excellent contrast to his darker skin and I immediately snapped a few snaps of him rubbing the massage oil on himself.
"Shall I help you?" I offered him.
"You'd probably like that." He came back seriously, but also somehow amused.
I continued to watch him frantically trying to rub the massage oil all over himself. I grinned broadly and had to bite back a laugh. Burak glared at me with his dark eyes. Suddenly Burak spluttered.
"Brother, that's not possible." He laughed at me.
He threw me the bottle, which I certainly caught. My heart immediately beat a few beats faster. I would immediately supply Burak with the massage oil. Unsteadily, I positioned myself behind him and poured a portion into my palm. I put her on his back, right between his shoulder blades. I had to suppress a groan and my erectile tissue filled with blood in a flash. Burak also gave a short twitch. Already I let one of my fantasies come true. I started rubbing massage oil on Burak. His skin was incredibly soft and also hot. I quickly took more oil to help. Burak, who was quite tense at first, relaxed noticeably. At first he stood stock still in front of me, but his position loosened up more and more.
"Bro, that's good." Burak said after a few minutes. None of us were thinking about photos at the moment.
"Wait a minute," I told him.
I quickly went to the closet to get a large sauna towel. Burak looked at me questioningly. Lie down on that, I said after spreading it out on my bed. Actually, I didn't think that Burak would get involved, but far from it. He willingly lay down on his stomach on the bath towel. So here was the horny soccer player Burak on my bed, waiting for me to continue giving him the massage oil.
"Really warm here," I said more to myself and quickly ripped off my sweater and jeans.
"It's also better so it doesn't get dirty," I added.
Burak only nodded briefly. I climbed onto the bed next to him and this time pressed a good portion of the massage oil directly onto his back. With both hands I massaged it into his muscles. I must have done it pretty well, because a short time later Burak let out a satisfied moan a few times. I stopped just before the collar of his CK. Should I dare? The next time, my fingertips slid under the waistband of his pants. Burak winced.
"Not that deep, brudi." He laughed.
So I continued on the thighs. After a short time I pushed his thighs apart to reach the insides as well. His legs were hairless so rubbing him further was not a problem. Next the calves. Also not a hair in sight or felt. I took more oil. Reached between his thighs. I'm going higher this time. I can already feel his balls on the backs of my hands. This time there is no protest from Burak. His breathing is noticeably deeper than before. I go back up into position. I can feel that there is more in the air here. Maybe yesterday wasn't a one-time thing after all.
"What's that Justus going to do?" he addressed me by my name. He never did that otherwise.
"Wait," I replied.
My heart was in my throat and my boxers built a fierce tent. Another good dose of massage oil. A little above his boxers this time. I massaged his strong upper body with both hands. Burak purred like a little kitten. My fingertips reached the waistband of his shorts again. I hold my breath I slowly let them slide deeper. There is no protest from Burak. Finally, both hands are sunk under his shorts and massage his two tender buttocks.
"Put your bum up." Burak obeys. I quickly grab the waistband of the shorts and pull them down. I can not believe it. Burak allows it. I try to pull his shorts down immediately, which doesn't work right away, as they get caught on his hard cock. Finally it comes loose and a splash can be heard. Burak's cock has been thrown against his abdomen. I now pull his shorts off completely until I hold them in my hands. I'm back on autopilot. I press his shorts on my nose and inhale Burak's scent. A mixture of sweat, shower gel and cock spreads through my olfactory buds. Finally I let the shorts slide out of my fingers and continue massaging.
Even more oil is used. This time directly on his sweet bottom. I massage both cheeks with relish. Half fits in each hand. My fingertips slide easily through Burak's hairless cleft. He groans and arches his back a little. This shows off his butt even more and opens up his crack. I can see his little hole exactly. I wonder if he'll let me, sliding my finger in that direction. Suddenly Burak grabs my hand.
"Thin ice, brother. Very thin ice.", comes from Burak.
O.K. I think so. Then something else.
"Turn around." I ask him.
Burak does that immediately. I immediately drop my gaze between his thighs. As I had already suspected, his cock is hard as steel in the direction of the abdominal wall and twitches happily in front of him.
"Come on Justus." Burak winked at me.
I grabbed the full right away. Burak laughed and said, "Dude, I thought of a massage. In front."
"I will." I laughed.
I gave him a quick massage and then pressed a good portion of the good oil onto his broad chest. I went a little higher and was now next to Burak as I massaged his upper body. Suddenly I jumped and almost cried out. Burak grabbed my cock tightly. Burak, the old macho, had another boy's cock in his hand. I looked into his dark eyes in disbelief. Burak just smiled and massaged my hard through the tight boxer shorts.
"Go on," Burak ordered.
As if in a trance, I started massaging his chest again. His nipples were pointed and hard as I tended to his left breast, then his right breast. Burak and I both moaned harder and harder. I had a big wet spot in my boxers. Burak noticed that and grabbed the glans and pressed it around. Almost painful and yet awesome.
"Brother you're dripping." He laughed and sniffed his hand. He made a face and smiled. "Take that thing off."
Burak was already pulling my boxers over my cock. I tore my shirt off my chest at the same moment. We were both naked.
"One spot is still missing.", Burak smirked.
I immediately understood what he meant and pressed the bottle against his cock, which I immediately massaged. It was a bit much massage oil and ran down Burak's shaved balls towards the perineum. I grabbed his balls and scratched them. Burak automatically spread his legs even more apart. My finger slipped under his balls towards the dam. I applied some pressure and went deeper. Suddenly everything happened at lightning speed. I didn't expect this speed. Burak grabbed me and pulled me down to hug me. He was physically superior to me and it was no problem for him to keep me under control. His hot body, extensively rubbed with massage oil, lay beneath me and our stiff cocks were pressed together.
"Jupiter, Jupiter. What am I doing with you? That's forbidden territory," he whispered sweetly.
Burak made slight movements from the pelvis and upper body and our hot teen bodies slipped and slid back and forth on the other. Again we looked deep into each other's eyes. Burak fixed my eyes with his. What will that be? I suddenly feel his hand in my blond hair. He scratches them. He still looks at me piercingly. I'm confused. Is that a slight pressure on the back of my head? Burak's tail twitches beneath me. The pressure is getting stronger. Does he want what I've often dreamed of? I can still withstand the pressure. Now it's clear. I go with my head down. Approach Burak's. We already feel each other's breath. I close my eyes Burak's lips touch mine.
My cock spits a load of cum between us. But I can still suppress an orgasm. Burak presses his tongue to my lips, pushes them apart. I let him in. His tongue immediately digs into my mouth. I hadn't made out with girls before. But Burak is a good kisser. I finally dare to use my tongue. Our French kisses become more and more violent. Suddenly Burak pushes me away. I look at him in panic. Has he just realized what's going on here?
"Where's the oil?" asks Burak.
Understood. He wants to fuck me I think. I grab it and hold it in front of him, grinning. Our bodies also stick together from the oil now through our sweat. My slender body also gleams wetly in the glow of the lamps. Burak has oil and spreads a big chunk in his hand. He's about to smear his cock with that, I think to myself. Burak pushes me up with his other hand. The muscles in his arms are showing well. I go up high enough for him to rub his cock.
His hand goes between our bodies and grabs my cock. Immediately my hard cock, which is already completely wet from the precum and the drop of sperm, slips through his fist. I look down into his eyes questioningly. Burak pushes my body down a little. Suddenly I kneel between his legs, which he wraps around my body. He grabs my cock and lifts his butt. He pulls my hard cock into position. I can not believe it. What is the? My fingers were forbidden, but not my cock?
"Come on," he demands.
I move up a little. The tip of my tail presses unerringly onto his hole. Burak nods beneath me. I press against his sphincter. The many oils and other body fluids ensure good lubrication. There's no other choice, and the tip of my cock slips through his tight muscle. We both groan. Burak's cock twitches on his six-pack and, along with the beads of sweat, a large drop of precum forms on its tip, which slowly swells out of the thick glans.
"Keep pushing slowly, Justus." Burak moans.
I keep pushing slowly. Twitching, my hard cock digs into Burak's tight virgin hole. I can't believe it and as if to convince myself I look down. The sight makes my cock jump. Burak's facial expression reflects his horniness. Below I can see where our bodies join. The veins on my cock are easy to see, my cock is so hard. I can't help but grab my smartphone and open the camera. I quickly snap a few photos of Burak's horny facial expression and my cock digging into the hot hole.
"Get it right, dude."
I obey and take momentum. A little back and then forward with more power. My cock continues to advance. Back again. Burak grabs my butt and pulls me onto his body. Forward again. Burak pulls, I push. I have to look down. My entire cock is in my best buddy that I've had a crush on for years. The thought causes my first exit. I squirt Burak's hole full. My body trembles in violent orgasm. My cock doesn't go limp after cumming. So there is only one thing to do. I'm going to fuck
I grab the phone again and make a small clip of my cock disappearing into Burak's tight ass. You can see my flat stomach and underneath my big dick disappearing into another classmate's butt. Burak's cock always twitches when my cock is fully buried. I slowly swing the phone up. About the six-pack, firm chest and finally Burak's face consumed with lust. He blinks at the camera and smiles.
"Send me when you're done."
Burak pulls my head back down. We make out again while fucking harder and harder. Our sweaty bodies collide and a clapping and smacking can be heard. Burak reaches between our wet bodies again.
"I can't take it anymore," he moans.
I push myself up and watch him as I continue to fuck him with my strongest thrusts yet. Burak grabs his cock and jerks it off once before he squirts his juice. Almost like a garden hose, his juice hurls in all directions and flies far over his head and slaps against my headboard of the bed. Burak doesn't want to stop injecting. Of course, his hole twitches violently around my cock. This also gets my juice moving and I unload another decent load in his hot cave.
Completely sweaty and out of breath, I look at Burak. I can't help it and keep taking pictures of his soiled upper body. I can't believe how much cum Burak shot. Burak can't even open his eyes and breathes heavily in and out. Finally he opens his eyes and smiles at me.
"Justus, that stays between us, brother. notva word. Not even to Mauri. Clear."
Again I can only nod silently. It's only been 2 hours. Exhausted, I sink onto Burak's body. We lie like that for a while until we regain some strength.
"Coming with showers?" I whisper in Burak's ear.
I raise my upper body and have to laugh. We stick together. Burak laughs too and pushes me off his body.