Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2002 11:21:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: rodger pepper <backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Devon Horse Show (Bisexual High School)

Bi Friends: The Devon Horse Show
by 99PercentStraight

This story is true, and I was and am very fond of
nearly all the people involved. I think it is a story
worth telling and I had fun putting pen to paper,
finally, and telling one small chapter of a very funny
youth. All participants are at least 38 now! All the
names, for the sake of discretion, have been changed
at least slightly, and a very few of the other place
names, etc. and tell tale details have been changed
very slightly for the same reason. ANY of our friends
who were involved in this or any of our other kooky
escapades will recognise themselves and each other in
these stories. I hope you all read this, and I hope
you remember them with the same comically wicked grin
that I'm wearing as I write them. Wasn't that a funny
time! Please feel free to e-mail me with comments, but
if I get several zillion responses, please forgive me
for not getting back to all in a timely manner... Here
we go....


It was a big day and we all knew it. There were seven
of us... SEVEN! Laughing, goofing, full of ourselves
in a fun way, full of beans, full of the moment, full
of the possibilities. We had all been naked with each
other in various combinations over the years, but
never this many together at once.

No one was crass enough to mention the inevitable,
though Donny and I had worked out the arrangements as
carefully as a Washington caterer, and we'd mentioned
it plenty leading up to today!

All of us had sisters in the Devon Horse Show. Older
sisters, younger sisters, neighbors, cousins. Our moms
were all committee members of one kind or another,
some casual, some VERY dedicated. All the guys could
ride. Some well, some very well, some not so well.
Some of us had ridden at Devon in the past.

Now, here we all were, at Donny's pool, Donny's heated
goddam pool (of course!), at the beginning of June,
school just ending, and a way of life coming to an
end, as well. We were all wrapping up our senior year
in high school. Summer was here, and the exciting yet
frightening prospects of college were just over the
next hill. We had all been accepted to good schools.
How would it be? This good? This free? Better? Worse?

The seven boys-suddenly-men were from three different
high schools. Donny and I were in school close by, as
was our good friend Marc. Bennet (my fave) and Clark
(the pest!) were from the neighboring school district,
Great Valley. The other two, who we'll call Sam and
Eric just for fun, went to a private school in
Westtown, Pa. These guys were just a part of a loosely
knit, much larger group of friends, neighbors,
cousins, and acquaintances of both sexes that Donny
and I had entertained in his barn and my barn, at the
pool and in the woods, at camp and in the locker room
over the years.

We had arranged with everyone's folks for us to have a
little get together at the pool while they all had
their big Saturday finale at The Horse Show. We had
music playing and all of us were drinking screwdrivers
from tall, colorful plastic ice tea glasses. We used
to drink beer at poolside, but Donny's dad came home
one time and actually beat Donny in front of a few of
us (the ultimate in uncool), bitching about liability,
etc. What an asshole he was on that and on most other
occasions. Later, Donny would inherit a little too
much of that for his own good.

The air at poolside was absolutely electric as we swam
and laughed and threw each other in and wrestled and
generally behaved like the guys we were, all the while
knowing that very soon, VERY soon, we would all be
putting on some sort of show for each other in the
barn, the likes of which we'd never seen on this
scale. No one had to say it... we all KNEW it. We all
knew each other, and had known each other, just in
pairs and triplets, previously.

I should pause here and make sure I've created an
accurate picture of the participants... We were
straight kids. We liked girls, we talked about girls,
we dated girls, most of us had a girlfriend. We jerked
off to straight porn. We played rough and tumble
sports (OK, a couple of us were marching band, not
jocks). We treated sucking like a sport. a sport with
a little edge of danger, but a sport nonetheless. We
would get together for a mad suck fest just like we
would get together for a pick up hockey game or an
afternoon of fishing.

Donny and I also treated the handling of potential
blow buddies as a sport of sorts. We figured that we
were having such fun doing it, that if the right
circumstances were created and we SHOWED how much fun
it was, there wasn't anyone who wouldn't dive in...
and we were right!

We also knew that we weren't gay. We knew what gay
was, and we didn't fit any of the other aspects. We
didn't screw each other, we didn't make out, we didn't
display any of the kinds of eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose,
rub-her-body-in-an-endless-sweat-embrace passion that
welled up from the soul when we made love to our
girlfriends. We were totally turned off by the
trappings of gay culture... the cartoony leather
outfits, the nellie swish outrageousness, the devotion
to Broadway musicals and to the same half dozen disco
songs. That doesn't mean that I was the kind of kid
who was agressive towards gays, on the contrary, I
made sure that my friends knew that slurs towards
anyone based on color or sexual orientation were out.

Yet here we were... a bunch of white kids, all
circumsized, all with really nice yet perfectly
average sized genitalia (except Bennet) lounging at
poolside, tying one on, getting ready to suck each
other like vacuum cleaners.

A great deal of vodka had disappeared fairly quickly,
and at one point, after Donny and I looked across the
pool at each other and smiled, we suggested heading to
the barn for a round of beers. Everyone knew about the
scene at poolside over beer with Donny's pop. They
also knew that we didn't NEED to go have a beer...
that this was just an acceptable reason for us all to
head to the barn. We were out of the pool, quick as a
wink, and filing into the barn, to the room we
referred to as the sweat box. Everyone of the group
had been up here before, and we crowded into the room
and found seats on bins and tack boxes on wheels,
etc., all conveniently covered with blankets earlier
in the day. Sam and Eric got a round of brews from the
fridge. I got the cards.

I announced a few rounds of Hi Lo. Our version was as
simple as everyone drawing from a shuffled deck, NOT
looking at their card, then on the count of three
holding it up and out for all to see. Whoever had the
high card could then demand something of the holder of
the low card. Marc was high card. Clark was low card.

"I'm not going first! I don't know all these guys!"
Clark whined in a tough boy whine that I hated the
sound of. This was also a breach of suck fest
etiquette. "For chissakes, Clark, I"LL be low card,
you pussy!" Everyone laughed a good natured laugh
while Clark burned red, but we were back on track.
Marc told me to give Bennet a boner. Funny how our
word choices change over the years! All were smiling
huge smiles, and I knelt in front of the seated
Bennet. Bennet was quite the character. Bigger than
me, and I'm considered a big kid, Bennet was
unstoppable on the football field, but he smiled a
friendly smile the whole time. He had hair on his
chest, but he wasn't a gorilla. He always had the
funniest haircut... like a buzz cut that's grown out
way too much, yet none of us ever saw it any shorter
or longer... it just WAS.

Bennets dick was a full seven inches, whereas all the
rest of us were on either side of six. Best of all was
it's shape. The upper three quarters of it were wider
than the base, so it looked like a fat Little
Louisville Slugger. It wasn't misshapen or ungainly,
just different. I couldn't wait to see it, and to have
a go with it.

Bennet leaned back on his elbows, smiling, and I
leaned forward with my hands on his thighs, grinning.
The comments were flying... "Bennets bone!" etc. I
pressed my face onto the front of his loose bathing
suit and bit the front of his dick, gently, through
the fabric. "I can't do it.... I can't give Bennet a
boner." There was a shocked silence, then Sam and Eric
both said "WHY???"

"Because he already has one!", I announced, and
everyone cracked up like crazy. I pulled Bennet's
bathing suit down in the front and revealed his famous
member, snapping out at full attention, and we all
howled with laughter. We shuffled the cards and drew
again. Donny had the high card and told Sam to take
everyone's wet bathing suits off. We stood in an
uneven circle, young man dicks popping into sight,
each as stiff as Bennet's. We pulled on them, swung
them back and forth, and stretched our ball sacks back
into a hanging position, all the while laughing.

I drew the high card next, and seriously just wanted
to say "I get to suck Bennet right now!", but there
was a little more drunken revelry to orchestrate. I
had Donny and Clark get on their knees in the middle
of us and suck each of us, one at a time, for a full
timed minute. Clark didn't whine this time. This is
what he'd come for, and he'd gotten over his initial
freak out. I wasn't that keen on Clark, he was more
Donny's friend, but he could suck a mean willie. The
weird thing was, he sucked as if the destination was
more important than the ride. He spit on his hand and
ran it up and down your dick while he sucked, like he
was trying to win a contest. It felt great, but I was
more into moseying along and enjoying it. Clark was
smaller than the rest of us, and played football like
he had something to prove, every time. He was also an
Eagle Scout, which I think is cool, just not in his
case.

Eric could still give himself head, and he was
directed to do just that on the next round. All of us
had been able to do it in our younger years, and we
could all still get the head in our mouths (except
Bennet), but Eric could give himself a proper blow. It
was amazing to watch. We all had a hold on his
shoulder or leg or butt, leaning in and watching and
pulling on ourselves. I reached over and slid my hand
over Bennet's dick, and he reached around me and
grabbed mine. All of us had such big grins that our
faces hurt.

Donny put his hands on Eric's balls and massaged, then
started to rub his dick near the base of it as he
sucked himself methodically. He told him that we
wanted to see it when he came, and that he wanted to
taste the last squirts, so save him some. This was
good, because Donny and I always tried to show a
sometimes hesitant crew that come was good. If you'll
eat your own come, and watch me finish it, then you'll
let yourself go a little and not stop when I come. I
always thought it was so bizarre that we've attached a
stigma to come, and we made sure that we climbed over
that with all our suck buddies early on. They always
seemed happy and relieved to have the pressure off and
the freedom to have full on fun.

Sure enough, Eric came with a blast, with all of us
pressed in tight against him, flesh to flesh,
watching. Then Donny pulled his pulsing dick up and
popped it into his mouth, sucked his cheeks in and
made it clear he was swallowing as Eric twitched and
started to uncoil his spine. It was beautiful.

Bennet pulled a high card and told me to lay on my
back on the top of the biggest tack box. Then he
climbed on top of me in a 69 position, dangling his
baseball bat of a dick over my face. I totally cracked
up, and everyone else did, too. Marc asked if he could
see it when Bennet came, and Donny and Clark started
to 69 next to us. Bennet lowered his dick as I
strained my neck up to get a real mouthful. Then, he
started to stretch his legs out to the side, slowly,
and my mouth filled up and then overfilled. I was
choking and laughing... I couldn't get it out of my
mouth! "Put your knees closer, you fuckin' nut, you're
choking me!!!" Everyone screamed with drunken laughs,
and Bennet and I lay on our sides. I could really get
it into my mouth and throat this way, better than when
it was being shoved! I lay his dick against my cheek
and worked on his balls, which were manlier that mine.
Even though we were all sort of young men, Bennet's
balls seemed more like my father's than mine. I
stretched them, sucked them, licked them. I slipped
his dick back into my mouth and squeezed his ass. He
squeezed mine back, parting my cheeks with his finger
tips. I did the same to him, letting my finger tips
pull and stretch back and forth across his hole. He
did the same to me. It felt good, really good. We
didn't have to put them inside, I was just glad that
that sort of contact was OK while we sucked. It pushed
us both closer and we could feel ourselves getting
ready to come. We hugged tightly like wrestlers and
bucked like broncos as we both came.

As I fell away, Marc was complaining that he didn't
get to see the come. I pulled him to me by his dick
and put it in my mouth as I lay there, still shaking,
still breathing heavily. I gave him an absolutely
furious blow job, not aware that everyone was standing
around watching and jerking themselves and each other
as they watched. I was totally overcome with the vodka
and lust, and I had completely let go. First I lay on
my back with my head over the edge of the tack box,
pulling his ass towards me over and over again,
breathing wildly and groaning and snorting
uncontrollably. Then I spun around and wrestled him
onto his back and I was up on the tack box, between
his legs, on all fours, absolutely sucking like a wild
beast. Marc came with a terrific jolt, and then kept
jerking his body as I refused to stop... and refused
to stop... and refused to stop... Marc groaned
staccato groans that were almost like frightened
singing.

Then I heard it... applause! I stopped and
looked up and everyone was applauding, utterly wide
eyed. Donny and Clark had come already and were
watching and applauding. I smiled, a little
embarassed, hunched forward, still on all fours,
sweating, still breathing in furious panting breaths.

I recovered and wanted to switch the focus from me and
keep things rolling, so I told Sam and Eric to 69, but
they said they did it all the time together at school,
so Marc and Bennet stepped up to the plate. Sam and
Eric lay next to each other, arms behind their heads,
grinning at each other while they got great, great
head. I watched Bennet and Marc really work their
balls with both hands, then play with the other guy's
balls while they still sucked their targets, then
switched dicks for the big finish.

**************************************************

Bisquits, the big Chesapeake Bay Retreiver, never
barked a warning from outside, the whole time. We were
safe in our little world for that moment. We all lay
here and there with our arms and legs and butts and
dicks and bodies intertwined in a way that, for us.
was perfectly normal and perfectly sane and would,
shortly, never be possible again.

There was, though, still this last summer ahead of
us....

Raj Pepper
BackInTheHayLoftAgain@yahoo.com