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STORY TIME: Best Friend’s Son (I, II, III)

Burt’s Son: Reblog Version

This is a story about me and my best friend Burt, and his son, a kid named Ryan, who’s an asshole.

I realize it’s long. That’s intentional. It’s meant to be savored: like a big dick, a great ass or a mind-blowing night of sex.

So, if you want to reblog - you can use this post, which embeds each part, below. (Otherwise just scroll down for the whole thing.)

Only reblog if you want to. Or, you know - whatever - just go watch a thirty-second video and beat off.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three & Epilogue

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The Sleepover

I am in love with @dumbhornyjock ‘s stories, and it inspired me to write something of my own. 

I went to sleep over at my buddy’s house the other day, and some real funny things happened.  I’m a little sheltered, and I don’t know if they were “funny-ha-ha” or “funny-uh-oh.”  I was wondering if I could get your thoughts… did I do anything wrong?  Am I going to be in trouble?

It all started when I was in math class the other day.  My needy, little puck started to tremble in the middle of class!  I could feel it itching and sort of pulsing in my shorts.  In fact, it’s been happening quite a bit lately.  

Wait.  I guess I should tell you a little about myself first, huh?  My name’s Mikey, and I’m a junior in high school.  Like anyone, there are some good things and some not so good things about me.  I’m kind and helpful and I’m great at sports.  But the flip side is that I’m a little ditzy and maybe a little too shy. I don’t have many friends… but that may be because we move around so much.  My dad’s in the military.  

I guess the other thing you need to understand before I tell you about the other night is this: my dad is sort of controlling, and he has really high expectations for me.  I only tell you this because he’s sort of who I’m worried about.  I just don’t want to disappoint him.  He has a very specific idea of who he wants me to be, and he pushes me to meet those expectations.  And for the most part, I’ve met them.  I AM his perfect, straight, blue eyed, blond-hair jock of a son.  Sure, I may be dumb, and I look more like a runner than a meathead.  But he loves that I don’t chase girls or go to parties and that I’m still a sweet, naive kid still even tho I’m 18 years old.

Wait.  There’s one more thing you need to know so that you can really understand my problem and hopefully help me.  I’m embarrassed to say this, but you need to know.  My ass is abnormally large and soft.  In fact, it’s usually the first thing people notice about me.  At almost every school I’ve ever been to, people have called me “bubblebutt” or “bubble boi” and never even bothered to learn my name.  I mean, I get it… I have this tight, perky jock body with this gigantic, pillowy ass that sticks out like a shelf.  I get that it looks ridiculous.  I get why some people swat and spank it as I walk down the hall while others can only stand and gape. I only tell you this because it might be the reason my straight, teenage puck pulses like it does all the time.  

Anyway, back to that day in math class.  I couldn’t think about anything but my tight, needy hole, and so to relieve the feeling, I sort of sat on my hand and worked my long fingers up between my big cheeks. With my fingers wedged in between my giant ass cakes, I rocked back and forth to relieve some of the pressure.  I was in the back row, and I knew no one could see me so I started to really grind down on my fingers in the middle of class.  It felt sooooo good.  I guess I got lost in the feeling because I let slip a quiet whimper.  This big, black linebacker who sits front of me whipped around when he heard my shakey moan.  He took a brief glance down and saw me rocking back and forth with my hand disappearing down the back of my tight shorts.  I was worried he was going to make fun of me, but he just grinned and winked.  I must have turned bright red… I was humiliated to be caught massaging my puck in the middle of class.  I yanked my hand out of my pants, and planned how I could avoid Darius for the rest of the day.  

After class, I slipped out into the hallway, but Darius caught up to me.  He draped a huge muscled arm around my shoulders and leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

“I saw you scratching that itch during class.  You know, I got an itch that needs scratching too.  Maybe we could help each other out.”

I couldn’t believe Darius had the same problem as me. I gaped at him for a moment and then I asked, “You mean you have a fluttering, little boy puck too?  How do you handle it?”

Darius chuckled, “I’ll show you just how I handle a needy little puck.  Come to my house tonight.  We’re having a sleep over.”  

I quickly agreed. I couldn’t believe I scored an invite to a sleepover at the captain of the football team’s house!  Darius was so cool, and strong, and handsome — everyone in school just worshipped him.  And he wanted ME to come over so he could help me with a problem I had been embarrassed to tell anyone about.  ME who had never been invited to a party before because kids always assumed I was too innocent. I just couldn’t believe how lucky I was.  I wondered if any other kids from school were going to come by for the night too or if it would just be the two of us hanging out all night.

I arrived at Darius’ house later that night.  My dad had been really reluctant to let me go; it was a school night and my he didn’t love that I had made friends with someone who was a year older… and — I hate to admit this —black.  My dad was racist and elitist and he didn’t want me making friends with the wrong crowd.  I finally talked him into it by telling him that there was a good chance Darius could help me get onto the varsity teams if I’m really nice to him.  My dad would agree to anything in the name of his perfect son’s sports career.  

When I got there, Darius was palling around with Trevon, Malik, and Winston — three seniors who were on the team with him.  They were all much bigger than me, but I chalked that up to their being seniors while I was still a junior.  Whereas my body was all lean muscles, these guys were big and bulky.  They looked like men, while I still looked like a boy — a boy with an impossibly juicy and massive ass, that is.  When I walked in, I felt 4 pairs of eyes on me in an instant, like I had interrupted some private conversation or secret plot.  They were looking at me like they were about to pounce, and I felt a little uncomfortable.  I mumbled my thanks for the invite, then asked Darius where his parents were.  

“Oh don’t worry, champ.  They’re out of town tonight.  That’s why I knew it would be the perfect night to help you with that little hole of yours.”

“Darius!”  I gasped out.  “I don’t want everyone to know.  It’s so embarrassing.”

“No. No.  Mikey.  It’s ok.  I already told the boys about it, and they also want to help.  We were hoping to get a quick look at it before we get on to anything else tomight.”

Winston smiled invitingly at me and said, “Come on, Mikey.  Isn’t it time you made some friends?  We can be reeaal good friends to you.  You know, the type of friends who help each other with… whatever it is they need.”

Trevon and Malik were grinning as they walked over to me.  They were on me in a second, and their big hands began rubbing my shoulders. They were tracing their fingers along my neck and over my pecks.  Meanwhile, Winston went to make me a drink — something he promised would loosen me up.  

“Come on, Mikey, show us that itchy, little hole.”  Malik was panting in my ear.  It made me feel a little light headed, and Trevon slid his big paw down the back of my gym shorts.  He started kneading my left check with his rough hand.  

“Yeah Mikey,” added Trevon, “I hear you got some trouble with that puck.  Let’s see if we can help.  I reaaallly want to help.”  I felt overwhelmed with these two bulky, black men flanking me and rubbing me with their big hands.  And, it wasn’t just the way they were toying with my body that was making me feel so good.   My heart felt like it might explode.  I couldn’t believe I had made four new friends so easily.  And it was so considerate of these guys to want to help me and to make me feel relaxed and at home.  

“Ok… but you guys have to promise not to make fun of me.  The only reason I’m showing you is because I know you just wanna help.  I was scared to tell anyone about my hole, and you guys are so accepting. I gotta say, It’s nice to have friends I can trust with this.”

“Yeah yeah. cool,” Mailk said.  “Now, show us that beautiful ass.”

I slid my gym shorts down my long legs and spread my heavy cheeks wide while arching my back a little.  My huge, soft ass was spread apart, and I could feel the cool air hitting my puck.  My soft cheeks jiggled and swayed, framed only by a light blue jock that was just a bit too small causing my soft, creamy cheeks to bubble out over the ass straps.

Malik whistled low and Trevon whispered in my ear, “Mmmmm.  That’s pretty.” His hand stopped groping my meaty cheek, only to drag a rough finger against my hole.   I gasped out, but Malik softly hushed me.  “It’s ok, kiddo.  We’re only here to help.  That’s what friends are for, right?”  The pad of Trevon’s finger was stroking my pulsing hole, while Malik began to knead my right pec.  

“I know, “ I choked out.  “It just feels… it’s a little overwhelming.  I’ve never had anyone touch me there, and it’s all happening so fast.  But… ah… I trust you guys.”  

“Maybe we should get Winston and Darius to take a good look at it.” Malik’s hot breath tickled the shell of my ear, and I couldn’t help but shudder.  “Maybe feel around if they have to.  Here, Trevon, you and me, let’s hold open these big, juicy jock cakes so our boys can really see what that hole can do.”  

Malik reached down and roughly grabbed my right cheek. Trevon took hold of the left one, so that my tight pink knot was completely exposed.   Meanwhile, their other hands roamed around my chest, I’m sure in an effort to soothe me while I was in such a vulnerable position.  

Occasionally, one of them would grind the heel of his hand against my nipples on accident as they were massaging my pecs, and I would let a moan escape.  I don’t know why, but it felt so good.  I’m going to have to try playing with my nipples the next time I’m at home slapping my puck for relief after school.  It was almost like my hole and my needy, pink nubs were connected; every pinch and pull sent sparks down my spine directly to my pulsing hole.  Who knew touching my nipples could feel so good?

At this point, Winston came back with some drinks.  He walked over to me, and rather than hand me the glass, he crowded into my space and tipped the cool liquid down my throat for me.  Can you even believe how nice these guys were?  They were pampering me like I was their only care in the world.  

With Trevon and Malik flanking me on either side, and Winston in front of me feeding me a drink, I was surrounded by giant black jocks.  I thought to myself how much my dad would hate the idea of not just one new black friend, but four.  I was suddenly surprised to feel warm breath against my hole.  I flinched, but Darius said in a calming voice, “Easy there bud.  I’m just getting a good look at your twitching little puck.”

I felt Darius’s fingers rubbing soft circles around my hole, and tapping right on my puck.  Then he spoke, “You know, bud, I’ve got a theory about why your hole might be so twitchy… You have a bunch of light blond peach fuzz all around your puck.  I’m wondering if it might be tickling you.”

Trevon instantly jumped on that idea.  “You know what?  That’s actually a really smart idea!  Mikey, we need to make sure you’re completely smooth down there, and then we’ll see if you still have the problem.”

The other two voiced their support, and with four friends cheering me on, I could only agree with the group.  After all, it did sound like a smart theory.  I nodded my head and said, “ok.  That sounds good. Do it.”

All of a sudden, Darius changed his mind out of nowhere.  He started tracing his fingers all around my hole and tickling my ass lips. He even used a few fingers to lightly spank my puckhole just like I sometimes do.  He petted the soft hair around my hole and hummed, “Gosh I don’t know… You didn’t sound sure.  I don’t want to do anything you don’t want, Mikey.  I’ll only do it if you really think it’s a good idea… ask me to do it, Mickey.  Tell me to make you smooth.”  

“Do it.  Please.  Make me smooth down there.  I want to be hairless. Please.”  I don’t know when it happened, but when I spoke, I noticed I was panting and gasping for air.  Darius playing with my hole, and Trevon and Malik pawing at my chest had made me feel dizzy and hot.  My legs were trembling, and I couldn’t concentrate.  Winston poured some more liquid down my throat as I rested my hands against his broad chest.  

“Say, ‘Make my pretty hole smooth like a girl.’” Winston whispered against my lips.

“Please.  Just… oh! please make my pretty hole smooth, like a girl. Please Darius, help me with my tiny pink hole!” I pleaded.  I would have repeated anything I was told; that’s how overwhelming the sensations were.  It was like a burning wave of pleasure was spreading out from deep inside my hole slowly out to the tips of my fingers.  My eyes lolled back into my skull, and I started panting and moaning only centimeters from Winston’s lips.

Suddenly, Darius ripped his hand away, slapped me hard on my gigantic bubble butt, and stood up. “Ok, stud.  Whenever I hear begging that pretty, I’m always happy to help.”  Whatever had been building in me suddenly subsided.  I had been so close to something… I don’t know what.  But it had been stolen from me and for some reason I felt frustrated to have not reach what I had been so close to.  I must have whined because Trevon and Malik both started whispering soothingly in my ear. “There there, beautiful.  Easy does it.  Pace yourself. Its gonna be a long night.”

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The Sleepover -- Part II

Again: this is massively inspired by @dumbhornyjock.  Many thanks for all of the times I’ve cum reading your jockboi stories.

Read Part I here

I agreed to let my four new friends make my tight jock hole hairless.  Darius sent Winston to go get some clippers from the bathroom, and when he came back Malik and Trevon pulled my cheeks even further apart and forced my torso down.  I was bent over with the skin around my hole stretched taught. Darius turned the buzzers on, and I knew instantly I was in trouble.  The clippers whirled to life, vibrating hard against my needy puck.  There was no build up to it, just insistent, almost violent buzzing against my sensitive little rosebud.  Darius ran the clippers up and down my crack a few times. I couldn’t help but squirm and moan.  He turned the buzzers off and blew away the clippings. I don’t know what was harder to endure — the vibrations or that cool stream of air Darius blew directly onto my pulsing boihole. Darrius turned the clippers back on and this time seemed singularly focused on my hole.  He ran that delicious vibrating tool around and around my fleshy boihole.  It almost felt as if he was using the edge of the clippers, the plastic part, to circle around and around my hole instead of the metal clippers themselves, but that couldn’t have been right.  He was just helping out a friend, not trying to tease me into oblivion with what basically amounted to a personal massager.  It was hypnotic and he must have worked my hole over with those clippers for half an hour. And at some point, I realized that stranger, wonderful feeling was back.  The powerful sensations had begun building from deep within me, pulsing and radiating out until my entire body was nearly overwhelmed. I was biting my pouty lips and whining, grinding back hard against the clippers and panting,  “please, please D, make me smooth, I wanna be smooth for you.”  Winston had to stand in front of me with his hands grabbing my hips to keep me still.  I lolled my head down, only to see my cock hard in my tight jock.  Oh my god!  When had that happened?  All I could think about was the feelings in my hole, I hadn’t even realized how hard I was.  Not only was I hard just from my hole being toyed with, but my dick was leaking so much precum, my jock was practically see thru.  

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” I started chanting and rocking back hard against the buzzing around my asshole.  I was so close to that wonderful feeling and I felt like I might loose it.  Somehow sensing that I was on the verge of exploding, Darius chose that moment to shut the buzzers off.  Again, I was denied whatever release my body needed, but I knew Darius was probably just looking out for me.  Still, I cried out in frustration at not being allowed what I wanted.  

“Oh my gosh, buddy, are you ok?” ask Darius.   I couldn’t stand up, my legs were like wet noodles.  I was now clutching on to Malik and Trevon on either side of me and gasping for air.  My eyes couldn’t focus, and all I could think about was my twitching hole and those delicious vibrations.  

“Here buddy.  You look a little woozy.  Maybe those drinks were a little too strong. Here, finish this one off so we can put some water in the glass.  Good boy.  Let’s have you lie down for a bit. Malik you sit down first and, Mikey, rest your head right in his lap.  And you know what, you look a little flushed.  We should get you out of that t-shirt.”  

I felt Trevon stripping my shirt off, until I was just in my blue jock, which was drenched in pre-cum.  I lay down and put my head in Malik’s lap.  It was an instant comfort and I felt myself nuzzle into Malik’s lap.  I could feel Malik’s cock underneath me thru his thin cotton sweatpants.  It seemed like he was sort of hard, which was weird.  Not that I could judge… my dick was drooling for some reason.  Maybe it was something in those drinks…

“Here, spread those runners legs nice and wide so we can see that smooth, pink hole.  Winston, you hold those jock legs open.  We need to lotion up that hole, so it doesn’t itch after shaving. We don’t want to make her, I mean, it any more twitchy that she already is, do we?” Darius said with his trademark smirk.  

What Darius was saying made sense.  I knew my female friends always had to put on lotion after they shaved their legs.  I should probably lotion up my hole after having all my hair removed.  I was so lucky to have such a thoughtful and smart friend.

Trevon went to get some special lotion, and he came back with a bottle of clear gel.  I had never seen lotion like that, but these black men had such beautiful skin, I was excited to try whatever they had been using.  He knelt down in front of me, while Darius settled back on the couch to watch the scene unfolding in front of him.  Trevon pumped a squirt of that slimy gel onto his pointer and middle finger and slowly began to massage it into the ring of muscle nestled between my gigantic white mounds.  It felt nice and I nuzzled my face further into Malik’s lap, inadvertently grinding his junk against my cheek and lips.  Malik’s giant paw came down on my head and began stroking my hair.  Unfortunately as a result, my face was held there, smashed up against Malik’s huge cock.  Trevon pushed a little harder as he began to rub slow, deep circles around and around my tiny, straight hole.

Darius leaned back and watched for a moment — me nuzzling my facing into this gigantic black man’s crotch, with Winston standing above us holding my legs open, while Trevon used his rough fingers to slather lotion around my shaved boihole.  Darius instructed Trevon to use more and more lotion, and soon my hole was drenched and slippery.  The lotion was also making my ass feel hot and tingly.  I remarked something to that effect, and Darius said that it just meant the lotion was working.  He told me it was specially designed to make my “fussy little hole” feel really, really good.  Trevon squirted more all over my stretched boyhole, and he began to zero in right on my puck. He seemed singularly focused on rubbing the clear liquid directly into my straight asshole, when all of a sudden, his giant finger slipped inside of me.  I groaned out.  How embarrassing to have a friend’s finger slip into my needy puck!?  

“Oh no, buddy.  Just look what happened… I slipped right in.  And, oh shit, I can feel your boipussy clenching down on my finger so hungrily.  Something’s definitely going on with your little puck.  But don’t worry.  I promise I’ll get right to the bottom of it.”

Trevon went to pull his finger out, but he said it was like my puck didn’t want to let go.  He tried slowly inching it out, but right when he was about to wiggle it free, his finger slammed right back into me.  

“Uh-oh bud.  It pulled me back in.  And its really stuck in there.  It went in so easily, but I cant seem to get it out. Your naughty little hole must really want something inside of it.”

Each time Trevon pulled his finger out a little, my hole apparently sucked it right back in.  Trevon was determined though; he tried over and over again.  If anyone had walked in on the scene, it might have looked like Trevon was fingerbanging my jock ass, but honestly it was all one big accident.   After ten minutes of Trevon trying to wrench his finger loose and getting nowhere, Darius decided it would be best if he helped.  He reasoned that he might be able to slide in and spread my hole with his thick fingers and then Trevon”s digit could slip loose.  Darius slicked up his finger with the tingly, slippery lotion and gently eased his index finger along side Trevon’s.  I could feel my hole stretching around their two fingers and it felt… incredible.  It burned, but the stretch is what my twitchy boy butt had been craving this whole time.  They wormed their thick fingers around inside me twisting and rubbing the walls of… what had they called it? My “boipussy.”  With their other hands, their coarse fingers found my nipples and began to pull hard on my needy pink nubs. They suggested that if they pinched them hard enough, my hole might relax and they could pull their fat slimy fingers out of my ass.  It didn’t seem to be working so far, but they were determined to help.  I’ll confess it felt amazing to have them play with my horny nipples.  I wet my lips with my tongue and tried not to drool.

“You’re right, Trevon.  This little jock cunt is so tight.  Its like she never wants to be empty again.  Is that how you feel, Mickey.  Do you like feeling full?  Is this helping your twitching puck?”

I nodded my head furiously on Maliks lap.  My wet lips made contact with the side of Malik’s cock thru the thin sweatpants he was wearing.  

Darius pulled on one side on my rim and Trevon pulled on the other side. I could feel my cherry pucker opening up and my tight ring stretching and relaxing.  At this point Trevon looked up to Winston and told him to spread me further.  Winston pushed my tan legs until i was spread eagle which cause my puck to gape for a second.  Trevon took that opportunity to squirt heaps of that lotion directly into my boihole, and I cried out as I felt the cool liquid sloshing down my insides.  Darius also took this moment to ease a second finger in along side the other two that were already in me.

“Yeah, Mikey.  It really looks like this is helping.  Is this what you needed?  You like having someone to ease that ache for you? Does it feel good to have that jock pussy stretched open so good for me?”

“Yeah,” I breathed out. “I… it feels g-good.”

“You like it? Then show us,” Darius commanded with a smirk.

I started grinding down on their fingers, pushing those thick, black digits deeper into my tight hole.  I circled my hips causing those rough fingers to swirl around inside of me. It felt amazing.  

“More,” I moaned.  “I want more.”  I was totally lost in the feeling.  I didn’t know what I was saying.  My two buddy’s were just innocently lotioning up my asshole after shaving it when their fingers accidentally slipped inside of me, and here I was finding pleasure in it.  What was wrong with me?  

Darius chuckled, “What a greedy little jock.” Suddenly, he jammed three fingers in along side Trevon’s one.  I cried out at the sudden stretch, but the pain gave way in a moment.  Trevon’s one finger was curved around and was pressing against a spot that had me seeing stars.  Meanwhile, Darius’s three fingers were furiously pumping in and out of me.  

“Oh Oh Oh Oh, “ I was moaning every time Darius’ fingers made Trevon’s press into that spot.  I knew I had to stop or else.  I almost felt like I was gonna cum, but that wasn’t possible.   I had never heard of a guy spurting just from having his asshole teased.   I wanted to tell them to stop, but I was long past being able to form words.  My eyes were rolled back and my tongue was hanging out of my mouth and licking against Malik’s shaft through his sweatpants.  I was making noises I had never heard come out of my mouth.  My nipples were hard, and after having been played with for the last hour, they were cherry red and sticking out about an inch.

“Fuck, Mikey, you should see yourself,” Trevon said absent-mindedly.  But the moment he said it, it was like a light bulb went off above Darius’s head.  

“Yeah.  Fuck. That’s such a good idea. Mickey, do you want to see your little hole?  You should really check out this smooth pink boi pussy.   You ever looked at your little puck, Mikey?  I think you should.  Maybe if we show it to you, you’ll know how to fix it.  Maybe the problem is that you’ve never seen your own pretty pussy up close.”

“Ok,” I stammered out.  I couldn’t imaging how they were going to show me my tiny puck, but I also couldn’t really concentrate on what they were saying; i was singularly focused on those thick black fingers stretching out my straight, teen hole. After all the afternoons spent spanking my puck after school, how had I never thought to put a finger in my puck?  I was so grateful that this unfortunate accident had shown me a new form of relief.  

“Here, Mikey.  I’ve got an idea.  I’ll take some pictures of it, and then you can look at the pictures.  Winston, let go of his legs, and go get my phone to snap a few pictures of this sweet pink hole.”

Winston let go of my legs and went to fetch the phone.  The two sets of hands inside of me stopped moving, but they didn’t take their fingers out.  Frustrated that they had stopped feeding me their fingers over and over, I clenched my spasming boy hole around the fat fingers up inside of me and huffed.  I’m sure I must have looked like a petulant toddler.  Here I was again being inches away from some sort of release, only to be told no again.  How man times was I going to get close to that feeling — the feeling of being close to cumming with my ass — only to be denied.  It was driving me mad to be brought up to the edge over and over again.

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Sleepover -- Part III

Special thanks to @dumbhornyjock for letting me play around in the world he created.  Love ya, bud!

In case you missed the earlier posts:          Part I             Part II

Recap: In order to see my hole in action, I agreed to let my new friends take some photographs of me – even though I had four thick black fingers wedged in my tiny straight hole.

Winston came back with Darius’s phone, and started taking pictures of the whole scene.  Suddenly, and I don’t know why, but I felt shy.  I was still technically clothed — my hard wet dick was hidden in my tight baby blue jock. And my friends here were just helping me out.  There was nothing inappropriate at all about the scene.  Still… my pink hairless knot was exposed and stuffed full of four thick black fingers.   I’m sure my nipples looked like they had been chewed on.  They were bright red, hard and sticking about a quarter inch out from my broad lean chest.   If someone were to stumble on these pictures, would they understand that this was all an innocent accident at a sleepover?  

“Guys… I don’t know about this.  I don’t really like being photographed,” I told Winston.  I’m sure I was blushing head to toe at this point.

“Aw, come on, Mikey!” Darius cajoled.  “No one’s gonna see these pics except us guys. I just know you’ll want to see your puck the way we can see it.  Just let us… please Mikey.  We want to be your friends.”  I nodded and Darius broke out into a huge grin.  “Good boy!  Let’s be sure we get that pretty hole from every angle.  After all,” he said with a wink to Winston, “we need to inspect every inch of that ass to see if we can figure out the problem.”

Begrudgingly, I nodded and hooked my hands under my knees, lifting up my legs. I heard the soft click of the camera as Winston took a bunch of pictures, zooming in and out to get as much detail as he could of my “perfect little hole.”

Trevon and Darius began playing with my “pussy” a little, but really only to get useful pictures and not enough to do anything other than frustrate me.  Winston took several pictures of those four fingers wedged in my tiny chute.  Then, they each hooked a finger on either side of my rim and spread me open.  Winston got really close and took several shots of my gaping, virgin hole.  Next, Trevon and Darius took their fingers out (rather easily, I might add; I thought they were stuck) and Darius spanked two fingers hard directly against my hole a few time to make my ass lips puffy and red. 

When Winston was done shooting me on my back he told me to flip over and get up on all fours.  Unfortunately when I did so, my head was directly over Malik’s lap.  His giant cock was tenting out the front of his thin gray sweatpants, and there was a small wet spot right above the tip.  I could smell something intoxicating and spicy.  I knew all my nuzzling had made him hard, and I felt bad to have teased him inadvertently.  I didn’t want to mention his hard cock in my face since I knew it was all my fault.  I couldn’t embarrass my new friend like that.

Trevon roughly grabbed my gigantic cheeks and spread my ass open wide.  I heard Winston snapping away, and I gently wiggled my behind to let him know that I was getting antsy with the photoshoot.  Darius must have understood because started murmuring encouragement and rubbing his rough palms all over my ass, I guess, so I would feel more comfortable.  

“There we go.  So pretty and smooth.  And look at that shiny wet hole.  Is it feeling better?  I know she’s always so twitchy and needy.  I see you swaying your pretty hips and wiggling that fat ass as you walk down the hallway in school.  Everyone can’t help but stare at that little jock with the huge, girly ass.  I can can just imagine those soft cheeks sliding together and tickling your naughty little hole.  I can always tell you’re just dying to play your little puck? To run into an empty classroom, and shove your hands down to grope your big soft cheeks and maybe rub and slap you pulsing puck.  I don’t blame you.  Your pussy looks so desperate.  It must drive you crazy.  I can’t wait for you to see it.  Its actually kind of beautiful.  Like, its so smooth and pink and even though its been stretched open it still looks so tight and small.  Its perfect. You’re perfect.”

His soft but insistent petting was soothing.  “Yeah,” I gasped out. It was strange to hear my friend describe my ass in such admiration, but I figured he was just trying to make me feel more comfortable.  And truth be told it was working.  I had always been ashamed of my oversized ass.  But here Darius was complimenting it like it was my best feature.  I arched my back and spread my thighs wider so that Winston could get the best pictures possible. Unfortunately that moved my mouth even closer to Malik’s hard dripping cock.

“There we go, Mikey.  Now we can really see that pretty little hole.  And now that she’s not filled up with fingers, it’s twitching like crazy. Like, it sort of looks like its winking or something.  Winston, switch to video.  We gotta let people see this thing in action.”

Darius continued running his big black paws all over my smooth, creamy ass.  Occasionally he would drag his thumb up along the seam of my tight balls to my little hole and slide the tip inside of me for a moment.  I know it was purely accidental, but it felt amazing.  Every time it happened, I let out a little whimper and bucked backwards to meet his thumb.  I looked up to see my new friends smirking at each other, but they were nice enough not to make fun of me for it.  They knew I couldn’t help it.  It was just my needy, fussy hole.  

“Is this helping, Mikey? You don’t seem like you’re getting better?  I mean you’re hole is fluttering uncontrollably.  If anything, I feel like we might be making it worse.  How does it feel, Mikey? You like it?  You want D to stop?”

“Unhh No, please D, don’t stop.  It feels good.  Oh god, it feels so good.”

“Mmmm.  Good.  Describe how it feels when I play with your tight little pussy,” Darius encouraged.  

“Ahhhh… Like it feels weird… I dunno.  My hole is so wet.  And your hands feel so big and rough.  And it’s making my pussy sort of hot and tingly.  But you’re right.  It’s not getting better, and mmmmm… it’s not going away.”  

“Hmmm…” Darius said thoughtfully, pulling his hand back.  “Listen.  I’m sorry I gotta ask this, but a few minutes ago when Trevon and I accidentally slipped inside of your pretty hole, how did that feel? Did that help?  Did you like your hole being stretched open?”

“Mhmm.”  I wished Darius was stilling gently petting my hole.  My whole body was buzzing and I could feel my puck twitching violently.  I suddenly wished I hadn’t let Winston tip so much of that drink down my throat.  I felt so lightheaded.  I closed my eyes and lolled my head down between my shoulders. I felt something warm and wet brush my lips.  My eyes snapped open only to see Malik’s huge cock nudging against my pouty lips.  The waistband of his sweat pants was pulled down a little— I’m sure due to my wriggling in his lap.  I could see the root of his cock and the coarse black hair around it.  It was thick — thicker than any I’d ever seen.  I remember thinking to myself at the time that I probably couldn’t even wrap my hand all the way around it… not that I would do that, but that’s how huge the thing was.  It stretched up 11 inches from that thick dick root, ending in a fat oversized head.  There was a wet spot forming where the end of his cock pushed against the thin sweat pants.  Instinctively I licked my lips the see whether I accidentally got Malik’s precum on them.  Sure enough there was a salty taste when I pulled my tongue back into my mouth.  Whoops.  That was sort of embarrassing.  I didn’t want to let that happen again, but I was trapped in my current position.  I was stuck with my mouth hovering right over Malik’s monster cock.

Darius’ voice pulled me back from thinking about Malik’s cock. “You know I gotta hear you ask for it Mikey,  If you think it will help to have my fingers stretching your boihole open, then I need to hear you say it.  Look into the camera and say, ‘Put your fingers in me and stretch me open, D.’”  

Oh shit!  I forgot that Winston was filming this whole thing.  I thought we were just going to take a few pictures of my hole for scientific purposes, and now somehow I had allowed myself to be filmed describing how good it felt to have my hole played with.  That made me sort of uncomfortable, but, oh well…  It’s not like anyone would see this footage other than me.  I stared into the camera with my big blue eyes, overwhelmed with these strange new feelings.  “Ok.  Yeah,” I whimpered.  All I wanted was some relief for my poor clenching pucker. “Put your big fingers in me, Darius.  Stretch me open. Please. Just slide them in me. Just fill me up.  Please, D?”

Darius roughly thrust his fingers back inside me and my body bucked forward from the force. I gasped in surprise, the combination of which caused Malik’s gigantic cock to slide into my open mouth.  (When had he taken his dick out of his sweatpants?)  I tried to pull off, but my lips were caught behind the ridge on the head of his big, wet cock.

Darius now began furiously pumping his big fingers in and out of my jock pussy.  The movement of Darius’ hand on one end of me was causing me to slide up and down on the cock currently stuck in my mouth.  I went to try and pull Malik’s giant cock out of my mouth, but at that very moment, Darius roughly grabbed my hands and placed them on my oversized ass cheeks.  Trevon held onto my wrist as I was forced to hold myself open so we could get a good shot for the video.  Unfortunately, without my arms to support me, I fell face first into Malik’s lap.  I slid all the way down Malik’s long, fat cock.  The head pushed against the back of my throat and I tried to pull off.  With my hands held in place on my ass by Trevon, I couldn’t seem to wrench Malik’s oversized cock out of my mouth.  I gagged a little, and to my horror, his cock inched all the way down my throat making my eyes water.  I’m sure it was unconscious, but Malik began to rock his hips up and down pushing his cock even further down my throat and then retreating a little.  

“Oh god,” Malik moaned.  “I am so sorry, Mikey.  I didn’t mean to get my cock stuck in your throat.  What are the chances this would have happened?”  Malik stroked his fingers through my blond hair and gripped the strands tightly.  I’m sure he was trying to use my hair to pull my hot, wet mouth off his cock, but it sort of felt like he was holding me in place while he thrust down my throat.  “Mmmm.  Mikey, I feel like my dick is sort of, I don’t know, stuck in your throat.  I can’t believe this happened.  MMMM… baby, I’m so sorry.  Try getting my dick really wet and I’ll see if I can’t pull you off of it.”

It sounded like a good idea so, looking up into Malik’s eyes I nodded.  This caused me to nuzzle my nose into the coarse black hairs at the root of Malik’s enormous cock.  Malik smirked down at me.  “I can’t believe that you could take my cock all the way down, Mikey.  Most girls can’t even handle the head and here you are just drooling away on it.  What a good little jock.  And you’re getting it nice and wet for me.  What a good boy.  You know I’m really sorry that this happened.”

Darius, meanwhile, continued working over my hole.  He was using his fat fingers to stretch my tiny pucker open, continually driving them in and out and rubbing all over my ass lips.  It was weird; I had a gigantic black cock stuffed completely down my throat, but all I could focus on were Darius’s thick fingers stretching open my rim and pumping into me.  I was vaguely aware of my hard nipples pulsing every time Darius pushed into me and I could hear the needy whimpers I was letting loose around Malik’s cock.  There was a steady buzz right under my skin, and I started rocking back to meet each thrust of those delicious fingers into me.  Every time I rocked my needy hole back to meet Darius fingers, Malik’s cock slid out of the back of my throat, but then his hand in my hair jerked me forward.  I couldn’t help how good it felt and I kept rocking back and forth in an effort to get those delicious fingers deeper into my juicy pussy. I was wracked with guilt.  Because of my greedy hole — because I kept rocking back— I was forcing Malik to facefuck me — poor guy.  

“Oh god, Mikey, I’m so sorry.  I’ve been holding off for as long as I can, but I think I might cum in your pretty mouth.  Mmmmm.  It was a total ah -accident, I promise and I’m so sorry, but it feels so gooood.  Oh your throat is so wet and tight.  We’re lucky you have no gag reflex.  Fuck. You’re a hell of a find, kid.  Oh fuck.”   Malik’s huge cock began spurting thick ropes of cum down my straight throat, all while apologizing to ME, when this entire accident was clearly my fault!

Malik fired gooey, hot spurts of cum into my mouth while gripping my hair tightly to hold my head in place.  Meanwhile, Darius started rubbing against that spot inside me that made me thrash and tremble.  I was too distracted by my shaking jock pussy to realize that I was instinctively gulping down the cum in my mouth and licking my lips clean.  

The moment Malik caught his breath after coming down from his orgasm, it was like a spell was broken.  Malik slid his 11 inch cock out of my mouth and Trevon released my hands.  Darius took his fingers out of my hole and I let loose a loud, low whine.  I felt empty and open and unsatisfied.  My cock had been so close to shooting just like Malik’s had.  If Darius had pumped his fingers into me three or four more times, I know I would have cum without even touching my cock; I’m sure I would have blacked out from pleasure.  Instead, these men wouldn’t let me embarrass myself by cumming in front of them.  I was slowly being driving crazy.  I mean – I was moments away from outright begging on my knees for these black men to play with my pussy until I squirted.  Instead, I gulped for air and tried to stop my legs from shaking.  

Malik stood up, pulled his sweatpants up, and announced that he was taking off.  It was so abrupt – like he had got what he came for and was now ready to leave.  Before he cleared out, he apologized one last time.  “God Mikey.  I so sorry.  Shit, You were fucking built for that. Hope it doesn’t happen again,” he said with a wink.  “Thanks, kid.”  I wasn’t sure why he was thanking me, but I guess he felt awkward and appreciated how cool I was being about the whole embarrassing thing.  He said he had to go meet his girlfriend for a date, and he needed to run.  It was like he couldn’t get out of there fast enough once he had dumped all that cum down my throat.  And who could blame him.  It had been pretty embarrassing for both of us.

Trevon, Winston, and Darius tried to persuade him to stay, saying something about missing all the fun that’s still to come.  But Malik gestured to Winston filming the hole thing, and said, “I’m sure you’ll make sure I don’t miss a thing.  I’m gonna want to see every moment of tonight on camera tomorrow.”  I liked that Malik didn’t want to miss any hanging out with me, despite his prior engagement.  I vowed to Malik that we’d let the camera run all night – no matter what – so that it felt like Malik was still there with us.

Malik grinned wide and patted me on the top of my head.  The gesture made me feel small, and I had a sudden flash of panic.  What if this video got out?  I’m sure I looked like some sort of wanton slut.  Moments ago, I was being controlled on both ends by a black man working one of my holes.  Of course, one was the result of an unfortunate accident, and the other was just a friend helping me out – nothing indecent at all.  Still, I knew that if anyone were to see this video, well, it would take some explaining.  And then there was the fact that Malik had spilled what felt like a gallon of cum right down my throat and I had blindly slurped it down.  What would someone think about that if this video got out?  What would my dad do if – heaven-forbid – he saw?

No… I decided. I trusted my new friends.  It’s not like they would let a video like this get into the wrong hands.  And why would they share it?  It’s not like they were proud to have worked over some straight teen jock and turned him into a pussyboy purely for fun.  Right?

[futuristicbarbariankingdom]

The sleepover -- Part V

If you missed the earlier installments:  

Part I        Part II         Part III        Part IV

(Also: I know I said this was going to be a 5 part story, I had to add a sixth part.)

Darius scooped my exhausted frame off the floor.  I felt small in his huge arms, and weirdly… I dunno, happy?  I guess it’s not weird to feel happy about making new friends, but I don’t know.  There was just something sort of off about the night.  Why had these guys — these popular, varsity jock all-stars — wanted to spend the night with me?  I was just some naive daddy’s boy with a pillowy bubble-butt and a super-charged puck.  Why had they been so helpful and understanding? They hadn’t laughed or called me a weirdo when I showed them my tight, pulsing hole.  No, instead they had shaved it smooth and lotioned it up — all while telling me how pretty and pink it was.  And how come they hadn’t made fun of me for accidentally choking on their dicks and swallowing their cum? If anything, they had tried to take partial blame and apologize for it — as if the accident wasn’t totally my fault.  Dad was always reprimanding me for being clumsy.  Why hadn’t Darius yelled at me when I made him fall dick-first into my stretched, lubed hole? Was he really that great of a guy?!?

And now here he was picking my sticky, spent body off the floor and laying me ass-up over the arm of his couch.  I just couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have found such a great new friend!  He was – simply put – the nicest guy I knew.  I had no energy to move a muscle, so without his kindness, I would have passed out on the floor where Trevon and Winston left me to go clean up.   Instead, Darius was taking care of me and cleaning me up!

“Mmmm.  Mikey, look at you.  You’re a mess!  You’ve got cum all over this pretty pink pussy, and holy shit!  Is that Winston’s cum all over your pretty face, too?  What were you guys up to while I was having a shower?”

I couldn’t form words to answer, but Darius kept on talking anyways.

“We’ve gotta get you cleaned up.  I can’t send you to school tomorrow looking like this.  Hold still, buddy.  I’m gonna get a wet washcloth and clean that pretty pussy up.”

Darius returned a few moments later with a damp washcloth and Trevon holding the phone.  I was near catatonic, draped over the arm of the couch.  Trevon sat next to me, and ran his fingers through my hair.  I could feel the camera trained on me without even having to look up.   Darius stood behind me and gently ran that warm, wet fabric over one of my smooth, over-sized cheeks.  The rough fabric dragged against my skin, wiping up the thick cum Trevon had sprayed on my asshole only moments earlier.  Darius jiggled my fat ass cheek a little and dug his fingertips into the soft flesh before he moved onto the other cheek.  He kept murmuring as he worked.

“Mmmm yeah, Mikey.  This ass is perfect.  You have no idea, do you, kid?  How obscene you look in those tiny shorts you always wear.  I can’t believe that your asshole-dad even lets you out of the house looking as slutty as you do.  He has to know that every person walking by you wants a shot at that tight, little puck.  Does he know how much it twitches?  Does your dad know that you have the sweetest, neediest pussy in the state? Fuck, Mikey! When I saw you playing with your tight little hole during class, I knew we were gonna be real good friends.  And then tonight, you showed us what that throat can do.  Shit, kid.  I’ve got big plans for you!”

At this point, I felt Darius spread my legs apart on the arm of the couch exposing my wet, pink hole so he could wipe it down.  On instinct, I guess, I reached back to hold myself open; I just wanted Darius to focus on getting my puck clean.  He rubbed that cloth around my fleshy ass lips, and I cried out.  My pussy was so sensitive and that wet cloth felt just like a little kitten’s tongue lapping at my supercharged hole.  I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have an actual tongue on my hole and the thought made me instantly hard for some reason.  I moaned out and involuntarily ground my dick against the couch.  

“Shhh shhh shhh.  It’s ok, Mikey.  Let me just wipe all this cum off your pretty hole.  I know you’ve got such a needy, little puck, but surely I can wipe it off without your dick squirting all over my parents’ couch…”

I grit my teeth and shut my eyes.  Of course he was right.  I could do this.  I had just cum twice in the last hour.  I was certain I could let my buddy clean cum off my hole without losing control.

That idea lasted a few seconds, at best. Darius stopped running that rough wet cloth along my puck lips and I guess, he decided to clean the inside of my hole.  The moment Darius used one of his long, thick fingers to push that washcloth up into my jock hole, I shut my eyes and let out a broken noise from the back of my throat.  The rough fabric tickled the inner walls of my pussy and my puck clenched down hard, grateful for something to fill it up.  I felt a violent shudder go through my body.

Darius pulled his fingers out, but the end of the washcloth stayed in.  The fabric was bunched up inside my puck, and I kept clenching down on it. I was so desperate to be full, I didn’t even care that this probably looked ridiculous on the video Trevon was shooting on his iPhone. I felt Darius’s big hands roam over my soft cheeks and his calloused fingers slip under the tight straps of my baby blue jock.  He plucked the elastic straps out as far as they would stretch and let them slap back hard against my soft flesh.  I felt my cheeks wobble and my ass stung from the violent snap.  I whimpered; it had been hours since I had been able to actually talk.

“Oh, Mikey.  Look at that beautiful puck.  I can see it quivering around that washcloth.  And listen to you, jock boy — moaning so pretty.  I think you like it when I play with these big cheeks of yours, huh?”

Darius kept running his rough fingers under the straps and groping my cheeks.  If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was marveling at how my big ass bounced whenever he slapped it or snapped my jock straps.  Of course, I knew he was just investigating what seemed to be causing my weird condition.  Darius never stopped talking the entire time he was playing with my thick ass.  

“Oooo, Mikey.  This jock you’re wearing is sooo small.  Is that something you do on purpose?  You like wearing a teeny little jock? The way your ass bubbles out over the sides? Or do you like the way it squeezes your dick so tight?  Oh FUCK!  Mikey.  Your hole! When I said that, I saw your little pussy pulse around that washcloth inside you.  It’s practically winking.”

I could feel my puck spazzing around that wet, rough fabric Darius has shoved up inside me.  I also noticed I was panting and moaning again.   Jeez! Was it even possible to cum for a third time so soon?Why was my hole like this?

Darius stepped in close behind me and hauled my torso up, until I was practically standing.  He wrapped his arm tight around my jock tits and held me there, with my back pressed tight against his chest.   I could feel his hips pressing forward, pressing hard against my spread ass.  His right hand latched onto my left nipple and began slowly massaging my pink nub. I felt myself melt back against his larger frame as he whispered in my ear.

“Mmm. Yeah, jock boi.  You’ve got some needy little tits, don’t you?  Are they as sensitive as that hole of yours?  What do you say we find out? Think you can cum with your hole stretched around a washcloth and me milking these hungry little nubs?”

I violently shook my head.  With Darius holding me like he was, there was no way for my cock to rub against the couch.  I couldn’t possibly jizz hands-free again.  And what if this became a pattern?

“Now, now, Mikey.  That’s not the attitude of a champion,” Darius chuckled, as Trevon laughed along.  “Look into the camera as I play with your tits.  I want everyone to see how desperate your perky, little jock body is.”

I looked into the camera, this time a little bashful and apprehensive.  I didn’t think I could cum for a third time, and I certainly didn’t want to do it willingly.  What was Malik going to think when he watched his friend tease my nips until I came?  There would be no way to explain it.  The other two times… well those had just been accidents.  My needy little puck sometimes made my body do things I couldn’t control.  I silently prayed that my nipples weren’t the same.  

Darius began toying with my left tit.  His rough fingertips pressed into the muscle around my hard nipple with just the right amount of pressure, and he began to knead my pec.  I felt my hole pulse and I groaned out. Darius rewarded me with a sharp, teasing tweak.  

“Yeah.  I knew you would like that, Mikey.  I had a hunch we had a little nipple slut on our hands.  Didn’t I say that earlier?”

I must have turned bright red because Darius instantly tried to sooth me.  “No.  It’s ok.  There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.  Some people just have more nerve endings in their chest.  It’s just how they are.” He paused and I nodded along.  This all made sense, but I could hear him smirking.    

“Bois like that, they’re just born with super slutty tits and hungry little holes.  I told the guys earlier that I bet your nips were just as needy as that puck.  I’m just helping you out here, buddy.  It’s important for you to know as much about your body as you can.  You gotta know how you’re gonna react to things.”  Of course Darius was right, and he was only looking out for me.  Darius always had my best interests at heart.

Gosh, I was lucky to have met such a smart and accepting guy like Darius!  I relaxed and let my new friend fondle my tits.  Every time those thick, blunt fingers swirled over my aching nubs, I felt my hole clenching down.  Eventually, Darius built up to a good rhythm and my puck was pulsing in time around the cloth wedged inside my hole.  As Darius played with my slutty jock tits, he kept whispering in my ear and pushing his hips against my ass.  I couldn’t quite tell what Darius was saying anymore — something about how good my pussy felt when he accidentally slipped his cock in me.  Every time he would grind his hips forward, the rough fabric inside of me would brush against my fleshy ass lips.  I couldn’t listen to Darius; I could only focus on the tight tingling of my nipples and my pulsing, sensitive hole.  

I began grinding back, trying to get more action for my desperate puck.  As much as I hated that my body was reacting this way, I was getting close.  Darius doubled down his efforts, grazing and rubbing my horny nipple as I panted with my legs spread, holding my cheeks open with my own hands.  The tips of Darius’s fingers were thick and rough — so big and yet so gentle as they rolled my swollen bud between them.  I moaned, tossing my head back over his shoulder, as Darius mercilessly tugged and twisted my tit.  I felt my hole go into overdrive, and when Darius used the edge of his nail to roughly flick my needy, hot nub, I tipped over the edge.  I felt my dick shoot a weak jet of hot cum inside my tight blue jock strap for the third time in the night — again, without even touching my dick.  This was becoming something of a habit.  Had my friend really been able to coax an assgasm out of me just by playing with my traitorous nips?

Before I even had a second to feel weird or humiliated about what just happened, Trevon leapt in to congratulate me.  

“That was spectacular, Mikey.  I think everyone’s gonna just love watching that.  I mean… it’s pretty interesting the way your body reacts.  It’s incredible to watch.  But, we gotta finish cleaning you up,” Trevon said, running his finger across my cheekbone.  He scooped up something wet off my freckled cheek and smirked.  Oh Shit! I still had Winston’s cum on my face!  Had I really just been filmed cumming in my pants all while my friend’s jizz was still glazing my face?  

“Darius, toss me that towel, so I can wipe his face clean.  And Mikey, you’re looking a little woozy.  Do you want Darius to help you out of that messy, little jock you’re wearing and get you ready for bed?”  I nodded, endlessly grateful to have such charitable friends.

I cried out as Darius abruptly yanked the washcloth out of my still quivering jock hole.  He threw it to Trevon who was kind enough to wipe off my face.  I was no help.  If I thought I was weak and out-of-it before, cumming three times had turned me into a zombie.  Darius struggled to peal off my tight, sticky jock, but without my cooperation, it was quite an ordeal.  He had to grope and squeeze what seemed like every inch of my ass, but after after lots of careful maneuvering, he had striped me down.

“That’s okay, stud,” Darius mumbled, seeing my cum-covered dick. “Let’s clean you up.”

Winston brought out another towel, and wiped the cum off my dick for me.  It felt nice.  That soft cotton against my sensitive cock was soothing.  It was just what I needed.

“You know, bud,” Winston said as he wrapped that terrycloth around my dick and pulled, “if you got rid of these messy pubes, clean-up would be a lot easier.”

“You know, he’s right, Mikey,” Darius chimed in.  “We oughta shave you on the front side too so that you’ll be a matching set.  I mean you look perfect from the back. And, you know, you’re so sensitive, Mikey, I’m sure you’ll be cumming so much.  Just think of how much easier it’ll be to clean you up.”

Trevon even added his two cents. “Don’t you like feeling your smooth hole — so pretty and hairless?  Well just think how good it’ll feel when your balls are that smooth too.  Let us shave you down, Mikey.  You’re gonna look so perfect if you do.”

I had never been one to stand up to peer pressure, and with all three of them egging me on, I wasn’t about to start.  I agreed to let my friends shave me, and fortunately this time they didn’t make me beg for it.  The clippers were still on the floor from earlier in the night, so Winston made quick work of wiping me down and making me smooth.  He ran those clippers over my pubes and along my balls until I was utterly hairless.  

Just like they had with my hole, the guys insisted on a post-shave lotion.  Weirdly, this time no-one wanted to help.  I mean, I guess I understood.  It was sort of gay to have your buddy touch your dick. They were, however, plenty content to watch as I slathered my cock with lotion and rubbed it in, all while they filmed me.  Despite having not touched my cock much all night, every nerve-ending in my dick was on fire.  After only a few seconds of rubbing that lotion in, I was choking back moans and shaking.  It felt incredible, but I forced myself to stop rubbing my cock. I didn’t want to be filmed doing something embarrassing like playing with my dick.  

After I was done lotioning up my freshly shaved body, I went to put my jock back on, forgetting that it was wet with three loads of cum. I couldn’t put that back on.  But I wasn’t comfortable being naked around my new friends —their cocks were massive, and I felt a little inadequate in comparison.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have anything to change into.  I stammered out my concerns to the guys, red with obvious humiliation.

“Oh, that’s alright, Mikey.  Give those to Winston and we’ll throw them in the wash.  They’ll be all set in a few hours.”  Winston snatched my drawers off the floor and begrudgingly went to the laundry room.  These guys were so cool.  The way they reacted to everything was so accepting.  

That was “step one” of my problem solved, but what could I wear in the meantime?  I asked Darius if I could borrow a pair of boxers or sweatpants to sleep in, but he refused.  He said it was weird for bros to share underwear, and he had me there.  Still, I didn’t want to sleep naked.  Then, Darius told me something that made the situation even more dire.

“Listen bud.  I hadn’t told you this yet, but you and me, we’re bunking together tonight — not enough beds, you know?  And here’s the thing, I don’t want you sleeping naked next to me.  That’s out of the question.  But I’ve got an idea.”

Oh thank god, I thought.  There was no WAY I was gonna share a bed naked with another bro.  This guy was the best!

“So Mikey, one of the girls I’m fucking left her panties in my car a few weeks ago.  I was thinking, we could put you in those for the night, and then in the morning, your little jock’ll be clean.”

Oh gosh! That was a crazy idea, but it seemed like my only option.  What was I gonna do, go home early?  Hell no!  Only little kids left sleepovers early.  And plus, these guys hadn’t laughed at me once all night.  Why would they start now? Still, I thought to double check.

“Are you guys sure this isn’t all one big set up?  If I put on some panties, are you guys just gonna point and laugh at me?  Are you gonna tell the whole school?”  I didn’t want to believe my new friends would do something like that, and fortunately, Darius set me at ease.

“No way, Mikey.  We would never do that!  We won’t tell a soul.  It’ll be our little secret.  Plus, I think you’re really gonna like them. They’re a thong, and you might like the way that fabric pulls against your needy little puck.”

“Alright,” I agreed.  I had agreed to everything my new friends proposed.  Here I was totally hairless, with a hole full of cum, about to slide into some girly thong.  Why stop now?

Oh boy! I had no idea how girly they were going to be.  I was hoping for some plain cotton thong, but no, these were pink and lacy with ruffles — and totally see through.  What kind of girl was Darius’s girlfriend? If I could somehow squeeze my cock into those tiny panties, it would be completely visible through the mesh material.  And that strap?  My big cheeks were gonna make that strap look invisible!  Picturing how I would look, I let go a broken whimper.  I would look obscene in those tiny pink panties.  

Before I was able to voice my concerns, Darius kicked my legs open and forced me to step into the leg holes.  He slowly slid the flimsy garment up my long, muscular legs.  After he pulled the ruffled waistband over my hips, he smoothed the strap down in-between my cheeks and adjusted my cock in the front. My dick was still sort of hard from lotioning it up only moments before, and Darius struggled to fit it into the tiny pair of panties. Eventually he gave up and let the tip of my hard cock poke out of the top of the waistband.  

I have to admit, I did sort of like the way that thong made me feel. The scratchy material of the strap tight against my puck felt incredible. I wiggled a bit, rubbing that string against my puffy asslips.  The mesh and lace fabric hugging my hairless cock and balls in the front was so tight it was just shy of painful. Despite my initial hesitation, I sort of didn’t mind wearing this thong — in fact, I kind of liked it.  It was so small that all I could feel was pressure everywhere: the waistband squeezing my cock head, the strap against my puck and the crotch stretched hard against my drained balls.

Even better, my friends thought I looked incredible.  They murmured sweet things in my ear about how good I looked and how those panties seemed made for me, all while running their fingers between the tight straps and my jock body.  Trevon was filming me and kept shouting out poses he thought would be funny.  I was happy to play along and soon they had me posing all sorts of ways. They had me turn around and look back playfully towards the camera.  We goofed around and did one where I was crawling on the floor, pretending to be a sexy jungle cat.  We even did one of me on my back, holding my legs open.  Darius commented that it looked like my hungry hole was chewing on the strap of the thong.  The guys laughed and I sleepily giggled along.  It was really silly, and it felt nice to goof around with buddies.  This was what sleepovers were all about – making new friends, helping each other and joking around.

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Sleepover -- Part VI

Yay!  Here it is: the chapter you’ve been nagging me about for the last few months – the last chapter in the series.  (Thank fuck!)  Thank you for reading my first ever story and encouraging me to finish.  I learned a lot about writing, and I had fun sharing my pervy ideas with you guys. I hope you enjoy the last part!  It’ll probably be a bit before I write anything this ambitious again.

In case you want to read (or reread) the earlier installments:

Part I       Part II        Part III        Part IV        Part V

I had been through so much during my first sleepover ever.  I was exhausted, but I was ok.  In fact, I sorta felt like the luckiest boy in the world.  My new friends had gone above and beyond to help me, and they had been so kind all night.  When they realized my puck needed to be hairless, they slathered up my hole and shaved it with those clippers that hard against my sensitive puck.  When Malik’s cock had accidentally slipped passed my straight lips and slid deep into my throat, not a one of them laughed.  And when Darius’ cock penetrated my tiny, shaved puck, he tried to pull it out over and over again.  I even made him spray cum all over the insides of my hole, and HE apologized to ME!  Hell— even when Darius teased my nipples until I came on camera with cum all over my face, no one batted an eye. I didn’t deserve to be friends with guys as nice and supportive as these four.  Their kindness had profoundly changed my outlook entirely that night.    

After such an eventful night, I was looking forward to the sleep part of the sleepover.  I yawned and suggested we head upstairs.  Winston told me he was taking off; he wanted to sleep in his bed tonight.  Before he left, Winston told me to smile for the camera one last time and say something sweet to Malik.  I thought for a second.  What would make Malik happy to hear?

“Thanks guys!” I said with a giant smile.  “I’m so glad I met you tonight.  It was the best night of my life, and I hope we can do it again sometime.”

“Perfect,”  Winston was grinning ear-to-ear.  “I can edit this into a masterpiece.  Just you wait.  See you at school tomorrow, bro.”  And after a long hug where his hands ended up on my bare ass for some reason, he left.

Darius and I went upstairs to bed.  Trevon said he was going to switch over the laundry so my jock would be ready in the morning, and then, he told us, he would be right up.  Darius’s bedroom was weirdly bare.  It didn’t have any knick-knacks and it was perfectly clean which was odd for a teenage boy.  It almost seemed like a guest room, and it had two twin beds to boot.  Remembering what Darius had said about sharing, I realized that Trevon would get one, and Darius and I would have to squeeze our muscular jock bodies into the other.  Fuck! It was going to be a tight fit, the two of us would have to practically be on top of each other.  

I slipped into bed and turned over to see Darius stripping off his sweatpants and shirt.  Why was he getting naked?  Wasn’t that what we wanted to avoid?  Isn’t that why I was currently wearing girl’s pink thong panties, so that we wouldn’t be naked in bed together.  

Darius must have been able to read my mind.  “I always sleep naked,” he said.  “I just didn’t want you naked in my bed.”  

I guess that made sense.  Darius stood in front of the bed, and since I was lying down, his cock was right in my face.  I couldn’t help but marvel at that huge monster dong in front of me, and I shuddered remembering all twelve thick inches stuffed inside my hole earlier tonight.  It had felt so good.  That big, black cock had hit places inside my hungry jock pussy that soothed the constant, throbbing ache I get deep in my hole.  His cock had rubbed so good against my pulsing pussy walls and my pink ass lips that I came without laying a hand on my cock.  

Darius stepped a little closer to the bed as he decided how best to squeeze in next to me.  That huge cock gently brushed up against my pouty lips. He swung a leg over me to crawl into the other side of the bed, against the wall.  As he moved over me, his big, meaty cock rubbed against my face.  I’m sure he didn’t realize he was doing it, but his dick kept flopping against my nose and cheeks.  His balls dragged against my pouty lips, over and over.  It seemed to be Taking forever to crawl over me.  

When Darius finally got on the other side of the bed,  we both had to turn sideways to fit on the tiny twin bed.  I decided it would be better to face away from Darius.  sleeping face to face seemed oddly intimate for two bros.  Unfortunately, sleeping with my back pressed against his big chest made my huge ass cheeks press against his bare cock.  In just that pink thong, I could feel Darius’s hot, semi-hard cock resting directly against my big ass.  After a seconds of moving around and getting adjusted, Darius threw one of his muscular arms over me, explaining that he was uncomfortable with his arm pinned between us, and didn’t I agree that it was better like this?  I couldn’t deny that I was being spooned from behind by a big naked black man while only wearing a pink lacy thong.

When Trevon finally came upstairs, he grinned at us two cozy boys, snuggled up like we were.  Trevon suggested we watch a movie as we fell asleep.  

“After all, that’s what happens at a sleepover, Mikey.  We stay up late watching movies and whispering until we fall asleep.  Here, I’ve got just the flick in mind,” he said with a smirking glance at Darius.  

Trevon turned on the tv on the opposite wall and Darius moved his hand along my bare chest.  The movie came on and Darius’ being thumb scrape across my nipple.  I was trying to follow the movie, but I couldn’t focus on anything other that that hot, heavy cock resting on my jiggly, over-sized ass.  

Although I couldn’t concentrate on the movie at first, I was suddenly transfixed.  About ten minutes in, the two male characters started kissing.  Then their kissing turned into a blow job. I was surprised that Trevon had put on such an explicit movie. I wanted to object to watch such a racy movie, but I didn’t want to be a party pooper. I knew my dad wouldn’t be happy if he knew I was watching this — especially not while being spooned by some giant black guy.

The other two guys seemed like they were both into it, so I stayed quiet.  In fact, I felt Darius’ cock go from semi-hard to rock hard as he pet my chest and teased my nipples.  I’m sure he wasn’t doing it consciously.  He was probably just fidgeting  After only a few minutes watching the movie, I felt his cock throbbing, gently jiggling my white cheeks.  It was then that Darius finally seemed to notice that his naked cock was resting on my ass.

“Oh sorry bud.  I didn’t mean to rub my cock on your ass.”  And with that he repositioned himself.  He took his cock, and rather than resting it against my thigh, he instead tucked it between my legs!  My big buns wear on either side of his huge, hard cock.  He arched his hips up to get settled, and I felt the wet head of his cock brush against my used hole.  What was he thinking.  This was even more distracting than when it was on my cheek.

“Watch the movie Mikey.  Stop thinking so much,” Darius said as I inadvertently pushed back to feel his cock rub against my puck.  No one in my life had ever accused me of overthinking, but I guess he knew best.

My eyes went back to the movie.  The two guys were still at it.  The big-dicked, black guy in the video was pushing and pulling his dick out of the blond kid’s hole.  It was hairless like mine and his cheeks were smooth and tight.  I had the bigger ass, but his was bouncy and full.  The movie for some reason reminded me of what happened earlier that night when Darius accidentally tripped and landed cock-first on top of me.  But that had been a simple accident, and this was clearly more romantic in nature.

I watched the two men fuck on screen, entranced by the steady thrusts and overwhelmed by the moans of pleasure. The tip of Darius’ cock occasionally nudged against my twitchy puck while the rest of his meat was hotdogged by my massive cheeks.  Somehow his cock had slipped under the string of my pink thong and the material held him tight against my ass.  I kept feeling his massive pole slide in between my cheeks and under the tight fabric as he rocked his cock up and down my crack.  I wasn’t sure why my buddy was humping my soft, over-sized ass, but I guess Darius couldn’t help it.  We WERE watching a really sexy movie.  In fact, I was starting to chub up myself — although, I couldn’t say whether that was due to the movie or the feeling of Darius’ cock constantly rubbing against my tender hole.

One time, as Darius was sliding his dick between my cheeks and bumping that big blunt head against my hole, I lifted my hips without meaning to, changing the angle of my hole in relation to his hard cock.  Instead of gliding across the surface, it caught on the rim of my hairless puck and stopped. Then with a little thrust of his hips, it sank smoothly into my tight ass, right down to the root.  All the cum inside me must have eased the way and the feeling of his hot, hard cock filling me up all at once took my breath away.

While I felt every vein and ridge of that pulsing cock inside me, Darius must not have been able to feel a thing. He didn’t even acknowledge what had just happened.  I’ve often wondered if guys with bigger cocks have less sensation in them, and by his lack of reaction, I doubt he even noticed that his cock had accidentally slipped inside his straight, jock buddy.  He just stayed still, with all 12 inches of his cock filling me up and pulsing inside me.  I guess that’s for the best.  It would be a little awkward to have him know that his cock had ended up inside me again.

It felt a little odd to have something so massive just resting in me and not moving.   We just stayed like that — me stretched hot and tight around his cock — watching the couple on screen fucked.  Darius used the arm slung over me to rub my chest in a friendly gesture.  As he was affectionately trying to lull me to sleep, his hands ran over my sensitive, needy nipples time and time again.  My stretched puck, the sexy movie, and the casual attention to my hungry nubs was getting to me.  My cock was hard, and I wanted Darius to move— either take it out, or push it in over and over like he did before.  The stillness driving me crazy.  

But Darius just stayed put with his cock warmed by my wet hole.  I couldn’t take it anymore; I figured if Darius wasn’t going to move, I would.  I shifted my hips forward so that his cock pulled out until his head rested just inside my rim.  Then I pushed my hips back, easing my slick hole dawn the shaft.  Fuck!  My puck was grateful.  I did it again — slowly, so as not to freak Darius out should he notice that he was accidentally inside me.   The next time, I sped up a little, and by the tenth time pumping that thick cock in and out of my jock pussy, I was humping back in time with the men fucking on screen.  I just couldn’t help it.

“Yeah Mikey,”  Darius breathed in my ear.  “You like big D’s dick in you?”  So he COULD feel his dick in me!  “ You’re so hungry for it, huh, champ? I don’t even need to do a thing — just give you something big to fuck yourself with.”  

I fucked myself back on that thick pole, just long-dicking my jock pussy.  I couldn’t focus on what Darius was saying; I was just chasing that feeling.  Suddenly, without warning, I let loose a weak dribble of cum.  How many times was that tonight?  I hadn’t even touched my cock or taken it out of my tiny, pink panties.  My cum had soaked the lace front, making quite a mess.  I wanted to get up and clean myself off, but Darius made no move to withdraw his cock or let go of my nipples.  He went back to just lying still with his hard cock inside of me — my hole twitching and squeezing him as I came down from my ass-gasm.  

Eventually the black and white guys fucking on screen finished, only to be replaced by two pretty, young boys.  They were smooth and thin, with huge blue eyes.  They kept touching each other softly and petting each other’s bodies.  It was really different from the earlier scene of the black stallion rough -fucking that white jock.  No, this scene was really sort of sweet; I felt myself craving a friend like that.  Soon they started kissing and groping each others’ bodies.  They pinched each others small, pink nipples and caressed each other’s sharp hipbones.  I watched as they sucked on each other’s fingers, and their hands traveled down to each other’s asses.  The boys slid their fingers in between their small, round asses to toy with each other’s holes.  The soft moans and whimpers they were making were turning me on — even tho I had just cum.  They were high pitched and breathy. I guess the video got me hard again because they sounded like girls; it’s not like was enjoying watching these two pretty boys tease their friend’s nipples, holes and mouths.  

Darius’ hard cock was still resting inside me, but I was starting to feel that itch again.  I ground my hole back against the root of his dick, letting loose a breathy whimper of my own.  

“You ready for the next one, Mikey?” Darius whispered in my ear.  “You gonna do all the work again, buddy?”

I shook my head no.  I was strung out and exhausted, but my hole needed it. I felt Darius’ tongue against the shell of my ear and he pinched a nipple particularly hard.  I was losing it.  

“I need to hear you ask me for what you want,” Darius purred in my ear.

“Please Darius.  Please move your cock in me.  It’s driving me crazy,” I whined.  “I need it.  Please D.  Push your big cock as far into my hole as you can.”  

I heard a cackle from the other bed.  I had forgotten Trevon was even in the room!  It was a little embarrassing to know that he heard me begging to get fucked.  

Still giggling, Trevon muted the movie.  “What’s going on over there?”  Trevon was whispering, although I’m not sure why.  The room was silent except for my ragged breathing and occasionally whimpers.  When I didn’t immediately speak, Trevon whisper-barked, “Answer me Mikey.”

“It’s nothing Trevon,” I squeaked out. “It’s just an accident.  The bed is so small that Darius’ cock slipped right into my hole.”

“Gotcha,” Trevon answered.  “Well, I like the noises you’re making, Mikey.  I think I’ll leave the volume off.  I want to hear all the moans and whimpers YOU’re making instead.”

That wasn’t going to be a problem with Darius’ huge cock coring out a permanent place inside my hole.  Darius was done teasing me.  He started pushing his cock deep into me as I slammed my pussy back.  I let loose a symphony of noises as Trevon and Darius egged me on.  They loved it when my gasps were high pitched and desperate like the bois’ on screen.  

Over and over he used that big cock to reach places inside me that had my eyes lolling into the back of my skull.  I came again — a second load of cum seeped into my pink panties.  But AGAIN Darius left his cock inside me.  He hadn’t cum yet, and until he did, he didn’t seem to be taking his cock out any time soon.  He generously let me rest for a few moments, but soon he began to move his cock around in my over-sensitive hole again.  

This time as Darius fucked me, Trevon asked me to describe exactly what Darius was doing to me and how it felt.  He explained that it’s a tradition at sleepovers to whisper and giggle until we fall asleep.  That seemed right; I was pretty sure I had hear that before.

“Fuck, Trevon.  It feels soon good. Darius’ cock is sliding in and out of me,” I whispered facing Trevon in the opposite bed.  

“In and out of what?” he replied.

“M-my jock pussy,” I breathed out.  I hadn’t called it that out loud yet and the words felt strange on my lips.  

“And how does your greedy little pussy feel, stuffed full of all that black cock?” Trevon asked.

“I-I like — ngh.  it feels sooo good. I like when his cock hits that spot inside me that aches all the time. My puck feels so good when it’s being stretched like this.”

Like magic, Darius’ cock brushed up against that spot. I cried out, breaking the quiet of the room.  Darius didn’t let up.  He kept his cock there, just rubbing the head round and around that spot.  Panting and whining, I came again.  Fuck, I was getting worn out and my mind was fuzzy.  Surely that was the last time. Darius would pull out now; I was certain.  

Darius kept his cock inside me as he held me to his chest in that tiny bed.  I spent the night in his arms as he alternated between gently rocking his hips forward in slow rolling movements, and slamming into me hard despite the cramped quarters of the twin bed. I lost track of how many times Darius fucked me to an ass-gasm.  Eventually I passed out with his cock still inside me, babbling about how good it felt to have a friend like him while that movie played in the background.  And isn’t that what those guys said earlier — that people at sleepovers always fall asleep to a movie, whispering and snuggling with their buddies? 

I woke up in the morning sore and sticky.  Darius still had his arms wrapped tight around me, his rough fingers resting on my nipple.  At some point in the night, his cock must have finally slipped out. My ass felt empty and wet, and I wondered how much of the night Darius had left his cock in me, my puck warming and squeezing it as I came over and over agin.  My pink panties were drenched in cum, and my nipples were chaffed and throbbing.  Last night had been a LOT and my body was feeling it.  I was worn out and all I wanted to do was lie in bed with Darius all day.  Still, I knew I needed to get up and get ready for school.

I slid out of bed while my friends were still fast asleep.  I crept to the bathroom to shower, and when I looked in the mirror, I was shocked to see my reflection.  Of course, staring back at me was the muscular, young jock I always recognized, but now I looked utterly debauched.  I had dried cum sprayed across my freckled cheeks and my lips were swollen and red.  My blond hair was a mess and my cock had slipped out the side of those tiny pink panties, coated with cum.  I turned around to glimpse my soar, used ass.  It looked absurdly big in that girl’s thong; my massive cheeks ballooned out the sides and the thin strap completely disappeared between them.  I pulled my cheeks apart to see my hole.  It was puffy and pink and smeared with cum.  I looked thoroughly fucked.

I stripped out of my thong and took a quick shower.  I made sure to pay close attention to my cum-soaked puck.  I even dipped a few fingers in and out of my itchy hole like I normally do in the mornings.  I couldn’t believe how tight my rim was despite having Darius’ monster dong stretching me out all night.

By the time I got out of my shower, the other two guys were already up and dressed.  They seemed to be in a rush, and they kept telling me to hurry.  They swooped in on me the moment I walked out on the bathroom and ripped my towel off.  They shoved my clothes into my hands and thrust my backpack into my chest.  It was all very panicked and hurried.  I barely had time to slip my feet into my shoes before we were out the door.  In fact, it wasn’t until I was sitting in Darius’ car on the drive to school that I realized I wasn’t wearing the blue jock strap I had arrived at his house in.  Instead, I was back in those pink cum covered panties.  And with the way my mesh athletic shorts were hanging low on my hips… Fuck, if I raised my arms even a little, I realized my shirt would ride up and the thin straps of the thong would be visible for everyone at school to see.  It would look so silly and slutty if a jock like me were caught wearing pink panties to school.  

“Guys,” I confessed, “I didn’t realize it, but I’m accidentally wearing those panties you gave me to borrow.  We gotta turn around so I can get my other underwear.”

Trevon and Darius both said there was no time.  They told me I had a choice to make: they could drop me at home to change, but then I would have to see my dad while wearing those lacy, cum-soaked panties or I could ride with them to school.  Darius promised me that no one at school would know — that it would be our little secret.  He told me I could change in the shower before PE so that the entire football team wouldn’t see a cute jock like me parading around the locker room like that, and he promised he wouldn’t let anyone give me a wedgie in the cafeteria and exposed that tiny pink waistband of my thong to the entire school. Plus, Trevon reminded me that we were all planning on watching the movie we made last night during lunch with Malik.  Darius even suggested we get the AV club to set up some equipment so we could see it on a big screen.  

With the promise of my friends’ support and the thought of goofing off with them at lunch, I decided to head to school.  I was slightly uncomfortable with my dick squeezed into those tiny, wet panties — the strap rubbing against my oversensitive, raw puck — but I was looking forward to the day.  I felt like I could do anything — I had four of the best friends a guy could ask for.  And I was no longer a kid — I had had my first real sleepover.  I couldn’t wait to go home at the end of the day and tell my dad all about it.  I was just desperate to ask when I could have another!  

Epilogue: Sadly all of those things that Darius promised WOULDN’T happen — the football team seeing me in those panties and getting a wedgie from some random senior — did. Also, word also got out about the lunchtime viewing of my movie, and the AV room was packed with people who wanted to see footage from my first sleepover.  I was worried it might give me a weird reputation at school, but it’s been just the opposite.  I made LOTS of new friends because of it, and best new ever!!!! I’ve been invited to tons more sleepovers.  I can’t wait!

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