Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2011 08:01:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Karl L <niftystories2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: FREDDY KRUGER AND THE GAY NIGHTMARE

This is a fictional story about a group of teenagers having sex with one
another and with Freddy Kruger, who is a copyrighted character from the
films "Nightmare on Elm Street."  If this is not up your alley, go read
something else, but please remember that fantasy can sometimes be better
than real life.


Freddie Kruger
and the Gay Nightmare

Tad Jefferson was 16 years old and a stud at school.  He was a junior,
quarterback of the football team, 5'9, 150 pounds of pure muscle, brown
hair, brown eyes, an easy grin, and popular throughout school.  He did well
in his classes, chaired the student council for juniors, and had no
problems at all making friends.  But Tad had a secret.  His seven-inch
mushroom-headed dick got hard when he thought about his football teammates,
not about girls.  Ted had never told anyone about that, and he had never
done anything sexual with anyone.  At night, when he got in bed, wearing
nothing at all, he always massaged his dick into a boner and then rubbed it
until it gave him the pleasure that he always sought.

It was October 31, Halloween, and Ted had spent the last couple of hours
passing out sweets to kids who came to the door of the house where he lived
with his dad and his two younger brothers -- Evan, who was 14, and Scott,
who was 12.  Tad's mom had died when he was seven.  Scott had gone trick or
treating, dressed as Freddy Kruger from the Nightmare on Elm Street movies,
while Evan and Tad, too old for trick or treating, stayed at home to see
who came to the door.  There were princesses and superheroes, young kids
with their mothers, older kids alone.  Tad and Evan passed out Reese's
Pieces, Snickers bars, Baby Ruths.  Their dad, a policeman, was at work, so
they were responsible for the holiday treats.  They didn't mind.  Scott
came home around 8:00 o'clock, carrying a huge bag of snacks.  Tad told him
that he could have no more than three pieces of candy before bedtime, and
Scott grumbled, but agreed.  Now it was nearly 10:30.  Scott was in bed,
Evan was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, and Tad was downstairs
watching a horror movie on TV.  It was Nightmare on Elm Street, in fact --
one of the local TV stations always showed that on Halloween.  Tad wasn't a
scaredy cat about horror films, he found them to be pretty funny.  Evan
came downstairs in his PJs and watched for a couple of minutes, but he said
that he didn't like slasher flicks, so he went up to bed, too.  Tad waited
for the film to end, and when all of the blood had been spilt, he yawned
and decided that it was time for him to go to bed, as well.  It was Friday,
he didn't have school in the morning, but he did have football practice.
The school's team was 3 and 1 for the season so far, and Coach Brennan was
driving the boys hard.  They spent hours doing drills on the football field
and an equal amount of hours in the school's weight room.  What with
homework, it kept Tad very busy, and even on a Friday night he was ready to
hit the sack at 11:15 PM.

Tad went upstairs, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went into his
bedroom.  He stripped off his T-shirt, jeans and the jockstrap he always
wore.  He turned on the little TV set he had next to his bed and watched
the last ten minutes of an episode of The Honeymooners, which he had seen
about seven times before but still found funny.  When it was over, he
switched off the light and rolled over.  Falling asleep was no problem --
Tad was an active teenager, and he slept very well.

About two minutes after he fell asleep, Tad started dreaming.  He was in
the school's locker room with the other members of the varsity football
team's offensive line.  But it wasn't an ordinary afternoon.  For one
thing, all of the lockers were gone, there were just rows of benches.  For
some reason, the light in the room was red, but bright enough to see that
every single one of his teammates was naked.  That wasn't unusual, of
course -- after a hard game or practice session, the boys always stripped
down to shower.  But this time every single dick in the room was erect.
And even more, each hot athlete had his hands tied behind his back.  Tad
looked around and felt his own dick springing to action.  He realized that
he was wearing just his jockstrap and nothing else.  It was hot in the
room, and the skin on everyone's taut, muscular body was glistening with
sheen.  Tad didn’t know where to put his eyes.  There were his wide
receivers, Anton and Boris Sworowsky, twin brothers from Poland, both of
them dark-haired and dark-eyed, thin but muscular, and with big uncut cocks
between their legs.  Interesting enough soft, but magnificent hard.  His
center, between whose muscular legs Tad put his hands each time it was time
for a snap.  That was Ed O'Houlihan, a flaming-haired Irishman the
approximate size and shape of a fireplug, but handsome with flashing green
eyes and a ready grin.  And a dick that resembled a beer can more than
anything else, so thick it was.  The fullback and the tailback, another
pair of brothers -- Steve Barley, a senior, and his kid brother Mike, a
junior.  Both of them tall and blond, handsome, smooth-bodied, and with
gorgeous cocks between their legs.  Steve had his pubes trimmed, Tad saw,
while Mike was all natural.  The offensive line -- along with Ed at center,
Jed Finnegan, a junior, Frank Mack, a senior, Scott Webber, a junior, and
Steve Zeitlin, a senior, all of them built solid as a Mack truck, not an
ounce of fat on any of them, and with hot American dicks to go around.
Scott's penis in particular attracted attention, seeing as how it was as
thin as a pencil (well, three pencils stuck together at any rate), but as
long as a ruler.  And the tight end, Hamad Abbas, who had immigrated from
Jordan just last year, but had proven himself on the football field almost
immediately, though at first he didn't understand why his teammates
snickered about his position as tight end.  He was swarthy and dark-haired,
and his was the third uncut cock in the room.

Tad couldn't understand why all of the guys were just standing there, boned
up and not saying or doing anything.  But then a voice spoke softly from
behind him, in the shadows: "Welcome, Mr. Jefferson.  I'm so glad that you
finally fell asleep."

Tad whirled around, and a figure emerged from the gloom.  Merciful heavens,
it was Freddy Kruger!  The hat, the knives on the fingers -- but this
wasn't the Freddy Kruger who had been on TV that evening.  This Freddy
Kruger was hot.  For one thing, he was completely naked except for a tool
belt around his waist and a pair of combat boots on his feet.  Hanging
between his legs was the biggest cock Tad had ever seen in his life --
bigger than Scott's, thicker than Ed's, just a monster of a prick.  It was
somewhere between soft and hard.  Freddy had huge muscles on his chest and
arms, legs as thick as tree trunks.  There was a smattering of hair between
his massive pecs, but otherwise he appeared to be smooth apart from the
bush of dark hair that surrounded his enormous tool.  And he was good
looking, too.  Smoldering blue eyes under a heavy brow, a handsome face, a
sneering grin to reveal perfectly white, straight teeth.  Tad could feel
his heart pounding.  What was this all about.

Freddy Kruger slowly walked up to Tad, and when he was standing right in
front of him, he did two things at once.  He put his face into Tad's face
and stuck his tongue into the quarterback's mouth, and he used one of the
knives on his fingers to slice clean through one of the straps on Tad's
jock and then clean through the other, making it fall to the floor and
releasing Tad's dick, which slapped on his belly, it was so hard and ready
for action.  He didn't think that there was a nick on his hips from where
Freddy's knives had just been.  He thought that he should be scared, but if
anything, he was feeling sexier than he had ever felt before.

"This is your dream," Freddy Kruger whispered into his ear.  “You
can do anything at all to the gentlemen who are standing here with you."
Tad could feel the tips of the knives on Freddy's right hand gently sliding
up and down his back and down to his hard butt, but they didn’t cut
him.  In fact, they felt fantastic.  "When I touch them, they will come to
life," Freddy continued in his sensuous whisper.  "They will be themselves,
and they will know that you are doing sexy things with them, but when it is
over, they will remember nothing."

"I wanna suck their dicks," Tad murmured into Freddy's muscular shoulder.
"But I don't know how."

"The quarterback of the football team, and he has never had a boy naked
with him?"  There was a teasing quality in Freddy Kruger's voice now. Tad
could feel himself blushing.  It wasn't exactly true, of course.  He'd been
naked in the showers with other boys ever since the third grade, and his
life experience included a couple of up-in-the-tree-house games of strip
poker with him trying equally hard to see everything and see nothing that
was on display.  But Freddy was right in that he had never been in the
presence of any kid with a boner, apart from the one strip poker game at
which his buddy Eric Blomquist's underwear had come off to reveal a
hard-on, and the other guys had made such merciless fun of him that Tad
sighed in deep relief that he always managed to keep his dick under
control.

"This is your dream," Freddy Kruger whispered again.  "The blow jobs that
you give to your teammates will be by far the best blow jobs that they have
ever had in their lives."  The knives were still gently running over Tad's
muscular back and ass, and they were making him feel tingly in a way that
he had never felt before and wanted to keep going ... well, forever and
ever and ever and ever.  "I can tell you," Freddy continued, "that four of
these young men have had their dicks sucked by other young men."

"Who?"  It was important for Tad to know.  If they'd had other guys sucking
their dicks, maybe they'd let him suck their dicks, too -- not just here in
the dream, but maybe in real life.

"I will not say," Freddie's voice sank into Tad's ear and brain.  "Perhaps
you will know yourself.  As I said, when I touch each boy, he will come to
life, and he will be exactly who he is, apart from the fact that he will be
naked and with an erection in a room where all of his teammates are naked
and with an erection.  Some of them may be quite surprised.  Quite
surprised, indeed."

"When can we start?" Tad murmured.  He thought that if he even touched his
dick, it would explode into orgasm, and he knew without asking that Freddy
Kruger would not be pleased.  He could feel Freddy's massive tool mashed
against his dick, and that wasn't helping things at all.

"You may start whenever you like, Mr. Jefferson," Freddy breathed.  "When
you make your selection, I will cut the rope on the young man's hands.  My
only request is that when you have finished, you will fellate me, as well,
and only then will I allow you to cum.  Not before."

Tad looked over his shoulder.  His teammates were just standing there, all
impassive, all with maximum bone between their legs.  Where could he start?
Where would he finish?  His cock was screaming for release, and as if he
knew that that was so, Freddie whispered, “You can jerk off
constantly, Mr.  Jefferson, and it will feel better than ever before, but
you will not cum until all of your teammates have cum and so have I."  The
tips of the knives brushed across Tad’s low-hanging balls, and he
shuddered.  He knew that his boner wouldn't go down, and he started to feel
eager about what was coming up.

"Let's do the twins first," he murmured.  Freddy Kruger immediately stepped
back from him, turned him around and, with his hand around Tad's waist, led
him over to where Anton and Boris were standing.  Freddy went behind them,
and Tad saw the ropes which had been binding their hands drop to the floor.
He stepped forward and took Anton's (at least he thought it was Anton's --
they were as identical as two peas in a pod) dick in his left hand and
Boris' in his right hand.  Immediately both twins jumped, and Anton said,
“What are you doing?"  But he made no move to push Tad away, nor
did Boris.  Tad stroked the two big uncut penises for a bit, watching as
the foreskin slid back and forth over the Polish boys' bulging cockheads.
Then he dropped down to his knees, and the next thing he knew, Anton's dick
was hitting the back of his throat, and he was gagging a little bit, but at
the same time he was as certain as he could be that he was doing a good job
and that Anton was enjoying himself.  Above him, he could hear the wide
receiver moaning gently.  Tad had his own boner in his fist and was rubbing
it furiously as the boy's precum leaked into his mouth, but Freddy was
right -- although the masturbation felt better than it had ever done
before, he wasn't anywhere close to having an orgasm.  He sensed more than
saw Freddy standing behind the two twins, and he knew without knowing that
Freddy was jerking off his massive tool, too.

A minute passed, and Tad could taste more and more salty liquid leaking out
of Anton's big dick, when Boris pulled his head toward him and sank his own
penis into Tad's hot, wet mouth.  Tad peeked up and saw that the two
brothers were kissing each other passionately, and behind them, sure
enough, Freddy Kruger was gently running the knives on his fingers up and
down their backs and asses, just as he had done to Tad a bit earlier. He
slurped the one and then the other twin cock.  Tad felt dizzy, and there
was nothing more important in his entire life than to suck the two dicks in
front of him.  But then Freddy spoke again: "Why don't you leave the
brothers, Mr. Jefferson, and work on your other teammates?  I believe that
they would like to experience your talents, as well."

Tad stood up in a daze and saw that the twins looked disappointed.  But
then they took each other's hard cock and started masturbating it.
Instantly Tad knew that the Sworowsky twins were two of the four football
players who had experience with another boy sucking his dick.  Freddy
whispered into his ear: "You're right, Mr. Jefferson.  Boris and Anton
started masturbating together when they were eight, and they learned to
fellate each other when they were 10.  They've never done anything with
another boy before tonight.  You're their first."

Tad looked around and knew that Ed O'Houlihan would be the next one.  He
started at the center's beer can cock for a moment, and then Freddy touched
Ed, and the stocky Irishman came to and found Tad holding his erect meat.
"Dude!" he shouted.  "What the fuck are you doing?"  But then Freddy Kruger
moved behind him and started his magic with his knives, and Ed gasped.
"Fuck," he said.  “I haven't been this boned in weeks.  Wanna suck
it for me, Jefferson?"

Tad grinned at him and dropped to his knees.  He had to stretch his mouth
to maximum width to fit Ed's fat penis inside it, but he could take the
whole cock into his mouth, and he heard Ed gasp above him as his hot, wet
mouth engulfed his manhood.  And then, with a voice of wonder, Ed murmured
"Jesus, the whole team's here!  I can't fuckin' believe it!"

Tad sucked happily at Ed's big dick, seeing from the corner of his eye that
the Sworowsky twins were now laying on a mat on the floor, head to foot,
and sucking happily away at each other.  He hoped that they wouldn't cum --
he wanted more of those Polish dicks, and once again Freddy Kruger knew
what he was thinking.  "Don't worry, Mr. Jefferson," he whispered.  "No one
is going to finish before you're ready for them to finish."

"Fuck," Ed moaned.  "I wanna cum so bad.  Suck it, Jefferson, suck my fat
cock!  Bet you like it, dontcha?  Fattest cock in school, I bet.  Suck that
dick!  Suck that big, fat hog of mine!"  Tad was feeling dizzy again, and
he thought that Ed's fat cock banging against the back of his throat should
choke him, but it didn't.  His own cock was tingling like it was on fire,
but no matter how much he rubbed it, his balls wouldn't give up their
contents.  Not yet.

"Maybe the next one?" he heard Freddy whisper, and Tad knew that it was
time.  He got to his feet, his seven inches pointing straight up, and
walked over to Jed Finnegan.  Freddy touched the front linesman, and like
the other boys before him, Jed jumped.  "Oh, no," he said.  "You're not
gonna touch me!  I ain't no fag!"  But then Freddy was behind him, and
Freddy's knives were lightly brushing his back and his tight butt, and when
Tad reached out and took Jed's boner in his hand, there was no more
objection.  This time Tad didn't get down on his knees, he simply bent over
and took Jed's six inch erection into his mouth.  The dick immediately
started leaking copious amounts of precum into Tad's eager mouth.  He took
Jed's balls in his hands and massaged them lightly.  "Yeah," he heard Jed
murmur.  "That's right, dude!  Blow me!  Fuck, that feels so good!"

Steve and Mike Barley were next, and Tad chose to take both of them
together.  Before Freddy touched the brothers, Tad looked around.  The
Polish twins were still happily sucking away on each other, and now Ed
O'Houlihan and Jed Finnegan were standing next to each other and lightly
tickling each other's balls as they masturbated their penises.  There were
no straight boys there tonight, that was for sure!  Steve and Mike were as
surprised as the others when Freddy touched them, and right away Mike
blurted out "I never saw you with a boner, bro!"  And Steve looked at him
and said "Why would you have?  I never saw you with a boner either."  But
Freddy was making the two brothers feel extremely sexy, and they had no
objection when their quarterback got down on his knees and inhaled first
one and then the other teen cock.  “Fuck," he heard Steve murmur.
“A fag suckin’ on my dick!  Shit, Betsy doesn't do it as
good as him."  Tad knew that Betsy was Steve's girlfriend.  He took his
mouth off of Steve's cock for a minute and looked up to see that the two
brothers had their arms around each other's waists and were smiling happily
as Tad sucked them and Freddy stroked them from behind.

Frank Mack was next.  Tad lived across the street from Frank and had had a
crush on him starting from about when he was eleven.  Frank was just
gorgeous, blond and muscular, with seven inches of cut bone between his
legs and a pair of low-hanging balls.  When Freddy touched him and he came
to life, the first thing that Frank said was "Why didn't you tell me you
wanted to have sex with me?  I would've, you know."  That was the third boy
with same-sex experience, Tad knew, and Freddy whispered, "He has had seven
boys suck his penis, Mr. Jefferson, and he has sucked nine boys' penises.
When you wake up, you will know that Mr. Mack is gay, and what you do with
that fact will be entirely up to you."  Tad knew that Frank couldn't hear
what Freddy was saying, because the linesman was just standing there with a
dopey look on his handsome face.  "Come on," he said.  “Suck my
dick, please.  Suck it!"  Tad didn’t have to be asked twice.  Once
again he got down on his knees, and this time it was Frank who took the
initiative.  He rammed his dick into Tad's mouth, grabbed him by the ears,
and started to face fuck him frantically.  “Oh, man," he gasped.
“This feels better than anything I've ever felt!  This is fucking
fantastic.  Suck me, Tad.  Suck my cock, dude!"  And then, a minute later,
"I feel like I'm about one second away from cumming, but don't stop, Tad,
don't stop, don't' stop!"

But a few minutes later, of course, Tad had to stop.  There were still
three boys with hardons waiting for their blow jobs.  Scott Webber was
next.  His dick really was almost a foot long, it seemed, long and thin and
sexy.  Tad wondered for a moment whether he would be able to handle such a
big dick, but he knew automatically that yes, he would.  When Freddy
touched Scott, the big linesman jumped and looked around with amazement in
his eyes.  "What's this?" he gasped.  "What the fuck is all this?"  The
Polish twins suckling away at each other, Ed and Jed masturbating happily
together, the Barley brothers, still arms around each other’s
waist, still masturbating their beautiful boners.  Frank Mack looking
everywhere at once and jerking his gorgeous cock rapidly.  "I wanna cum,"
Tad could hear him murmuring.  "Damn it, I wanna cum!"  Tad got down on his
knees, and to his surprise, Scott's enormous cock fit into his mouth
perfectly, just scraping the back of his throat.  It felt as though his
mouth was a foot deep, and the gorgeous cock throbbed inside him.  Scott
started stroking Tad's hair, immediately lost in the wonder of having his
penis sucked.  Tad knew, again without being told, that Scott Webber had
never had sex with anybody in his life, Tad was his first.  If he was
building a birdhouse, he knew that he could use Scott's dick to hammer in
the nails.  It was beyond erect, it was pumping and jumping around, and Tad
sensed that Scott was feeling better than he had ever felt before.  When he
took Scott's big balls in his hand, the linesman gasped again.
“Stroke `em," he whispered.  "Jesus, I never knew anything could
feel so hot!"

Steve Zeitlin was the most reluctant of the group so far when it came his
turn to be fellated.  Steve was just 5’5, but he was built like a
Mack truck.  He had black hair and black eyes, and when Freddy touched him,
he glanced around and said "Uh, uh, not for me.  I’m not playing
this game.  No way."  He took two steps back from Tad, but then jumped --
Freddy was there, of course.  "You're going to enjoy it, Mr. Zeitlin," he
whispered.  “You're going to enjoy it more than you've ever enjoyed
anything in your life."  Again Tad knew that Steve couldn't hear the
monstrous dude, but Steve stopped complaining immediately.  Tad got down on
his knees again.  Steve's penis was just fantastic -- a rocket-tipped head,
a tightly veined shaft and a pair of beautiful balls, all encircled with
hot black pubic hair.  When Tad engulfed Steve's boner in his mouth, he
heard his linesman grunt "I'm gonna cum right now."  But of course he
didn't.  Tad suckled happily away at Steve's dick, reaching around to
massage his friend's rock-hard ass cheeks.  He suddenly realized that Scott
Webber was standing right next to him, masturbating his long, thin cock as
he watched Tad suck on Steve's boner.  He was staring so hard that his eyes
almost seemed to be bulging out.  “Can I try?", Tad heard him
whisper, and immediately Freddy spoke up in his soft voice.  "This is
Mr. Jefferson's dream, Mr. Webber.  You may, however, do whatever you like
with the other boys in the room."  Scott moved away, and a second later Tad
peeked to his left to see Frank Mack standing with his legs spread wide and
anchored on the floor, with Scott Webber on his knees in front of him,
inhaling Frank's dick like a true pro.  Tad smiled to himself.  So much for
never having had sex with anyone, he thought.

That left Hammad Abbas.  When Freddy touched the swarthy Jordanian, he
looked around and, much to Tad's surprise, burst into tears.  "I have
wanted this so long," Tad heard him whisper.  "I had to leave Jordan
because of this.  Boys having sex with boys is taboo in Islam.  I had to
leave."  And then he looked at Tad with amazement in his eyes and said,
"You will do it with me, Tad?  You?"  The fourth boy with experience.

Of course.  Tad took the tight end's big, fat uncut cock in his hand, and
Hammad moaned.  The penis was maybe seven-and-a-half inches long, and once
again Tad had no problem in getting it all into his mouth, every millimeter
of it.  "Oh, yeah," he heard Hammad gasping above him.  “So good,
Tad, so good, so good, so good."  Like the other players' penises before
it, Hammad’s dick was leaking lots of tasty precum, and Tad felt
like he could suck on the big Middle Eastern penis forever.

But, naturally, he couldn't.  After a few minutes, Freddy stepped back from
Hammad's back and clapped his hands.  "Everyone," he whispered.  "Gather
round.  You will watch as Mr. Jefferson now sucks my penis."  The football
players obediently gathered round, sitting in a circle around Tad and
Freddy.  Tad could see that all of the dicks were on major bone, as they
had been all night, and many of the boys were touching each other --
stroking backs, lightly pinching nipples, tickling balls, stroking boners,
their own and each other's.

Tad looked at Freddy’s massive tool doubtfully.  Yes, he had been
able to take every dick in the room deep into his throat, but
Freddy’s cock was the biggest one that he had ever seen or
imagined.  Not a foot long, maybe a foot-and-a-half, pulsing and ropy, huge
balls hanging down, a mass of hair around the huge tool.  But Freddy
smiled, and Tad sank down onto his knees once again.  Freddy's erection was
so huge that it didn't stand straight up at all, it was more or less
horizontal with the ground, and so Tad just took the bulging cockhead in
his mouth, then slid his face forward, his face forward some more, and then
his nose was rubbing up against Freddy's pubic hair.  Freddy leaned forward
and again started to run his knives lightly up and down Tad's back, and it
felt wonderful.  Tad sucked on Freddy's cock as if there were no tomorrow,
and if some of the football players had leaked streams of precum into his
mouth, Freddy's huge balls were leaking a torrent.  Freddy's precum somehow
tasted a little bit different than the others’, somehow sweeter,
and Tad gulped it down like it was sweet ambrosia.

He had no idea how long he kept on slurping on Freddy Kruger's massive
tool, but presently the time came when he heard Freddy whisper "Gentlemen,
are you prepared to see Freddy cum?"  There were murmurs and shouts of
assent among the boys in the circle, and Freddy gently pushed Tad back a
bit.  “Well, you shall see," he whispered.  He took his penis in
his fist, the knives flashing, and murmured "Open your mouth,
Mr. Jefferson."  Tad obeyed.  He raised his head and opened his mouth up
wide.  But nothing could have prepared him for the torrent of cum which
shot out of Freddy's penis, its owner gasping and moaning as he rubbed out
his massive orgasm.  There was spurt after spurt, splash after splash,
blast after blast after blast.  Tad's mouth was full after just the first
few squirts, and he swallowed, only to have his mouth filled up immediately
once again.  He could feel sperm on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, in
his hair.  Around him he could hear his teammates gasping, and he knew
without knowing that every single penis in the room was being fiercely
masturbated at that time, but he also knew that there would be no orgasms
quite yet.

When Freddy’s balls finished emptying out, he slapped his softening
tool across Tad's cheeks a couple of times, and then he whispered, "Now it
is the other boys' turn, Mr.  Jefferson.  Do you have a preference in terms
of who goes first and who goes last?"

"Lemme go first," Tad heard Frank Mack gasping.  "I can't stand it anymore,
I gotta get my rocks off!"

"Very well," Freddy whispered.  "Mr. Mack, you will do what I have just
done."

Frank leaped to his feet and almost ran over to where Tad was on his knees.
"I'm gonna give it to you," he gasped.  “I haven't been this hot
ever in my life!"  He wasn't lying.  It took just three or four strokes on
his beautiful cock, and Tad could see his teammate's balls rising up to
blast off.  They didn't disappoint.  Of course, the contents weren't as
voluminous as Freddy's, but Tad knew without knowing that Frank
hadn’t masturbated for four days, and so his orgasm was
bone-crunching, and his sperm splattered out like a bullet from a gun,
smacking Tad on the face, covering his tongue, filling his mouth.  From the
corner of his eye Tad could see the other boys queuing up behind Frank, all
of them masturbating, all of them drenched in sweat, all of them grimacing
with the delight of an orgasm that was coming and coming and coming.  As
soon as Frank shook off the last drops of his cum from his penis, it was
Hammad's dark uncut Middle Eastern cock half an inch away from Tad's
tongue, and again it took only a moment for the sperm to start raining down
on his tongue.  The Polish twins, Anton and Boris, were next.  They did
everything together, and they cummed together, too.  They pushed each other
around to get right in front of Tad, and when their balls erupted, they
whitewashed Tad's entire face.  Jed Finnegan didn't masturbate so much as
slap his dick into the palm of his other hand, but when the orgasm ripped
through his body, he began to jerk frantically with his fist, and Tad was
rewarded with six big blasts of football player cum.  Steve Zeitlin was
next.  "I never thought I would be doing this," he grunted, but a second
later he did.  Scott Webber grinned down at Tad and slapped his long tool
across his cheeks a couple of times.  "Not as big as his one," he
whispered, "But big enough, right?  You like the big one's dontcha?"  Again
Tad's mouth filled with hot, salty teen cum, and he just couldn't get
enough.  Ed O'Houlihan masturbated his penis not in his fist, but with his
fingers rubbing it vertically, and he got almost as much cum in the palm of
his hand as he sprayed all over Tad, but when he finished gasping, he
offered the palm to Tad, who licked off the cum greedily.  Finally, it was
the Barley brothers.  "Betcha I can cum faster than you," Mike gasped, and
"Betcha you can’t," Steve gasped, but it didn't matter.  The two
brothers masturbated their penises in perfect synchronicity, and once again
Tad got slathered from both sides.  When the two boys were finished, he
took their penises back into his mouth and licked them clean.

"Now it is Mr.  Jefferson's turn," Freddy whispered.  "I trust that all of
you gentlemen will help him now that he has helped you."  Tad didn't see
Freddy do anything, but all of a sudden he was rising up into the air.  He
swung onto his back, hanging about two feet above the ground.  He knew
without knowing that he wouldn't fall, and a moment later, all of his
teammates fell upon him.  The Sworowsky twins sucked on his toes.  Frank
Mack got underneath him and stuck his tongue up Tad's tight asshole.  Steve
Zeitlin and Jed Finnegan licked his nipples.  The Barley brothers licked
his balls, first one taking them into his mouth, then the other.  Ed
O’Houlihan, Scott Webber, and Hammad Abbas had their penises close
to Tad's mouth, and he licked greedily at each one in turn.  He masturbated
his raging erection furiously, and he knew that when it came, it would be
the best orgasm that he had ever had in his life.  He wasn't disappointed.
It started in his toes, rose up through his legs, and then he was cumming.
He was cumming and cumming and cumming, and around him his teammates were
urging him on.  “Shoot that load, dude!"  "Yeah, lemme see you
cum!"  The first blast of sperm from Tad's balls soared straight across his
face and slammed into Ed O'Houlihan's tight stomach, dripping across his
beer can cock.  Tad cummed for what felt like hours, and each spurt that
shot out onto his six-pack abs or his muscular chest was immediately licked
up by one of the other boys.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over.  The ten
football players were again standing up, again dazed, again seeing and
knowing nothing.  Their penises were soft now, drops of cum still dangling
from a few spent cockheads.  Again Freddy spoke.  "I trust that this was a
good experience for you, Mr. Jefferson.  I know that you were frightened
when you first saw me, and with good reason.  But in your case I knew that
you wanted a sexy dream, not a murderous one, and I am sometimes prepared
to change my ways when it suits my thinking.""

It was at that moment that Tad Jefferson woke up in his bed, and as he
drifted out of sleep, he heard Freddy whisper, "I will be back next
Halloween if you want me to be."  The next thing Tad realized was that his
stomach was all wet and sticky.  "You had seven orgasms while you slept,"
he heard Freddy's voice.  "But I know that you have one more in you,
Mr. Jefferson.  Have fun."

Freddy Kruger was right.  Right there and then, Tad Jefferson took his
boner in hand.  He thought that he could still taste the sperm from all of
his teammates in his mouth, and it took him just a couple of minutes to
whack out a crashing orgasm that caused him to tremble and shiver and moan.
Seven loads on his stomach.  Why not eight?  And when he stopped gasping,
he looked at his bedside clock, saw that it was 8:30 in the morning, and
knew that he had a couple of hours before football practice.  And then he
remembered what he had learned about Frank Mack, his across-the-street
neighbor.  He liked sex with boys, too.  Suddenly the school year seemed
oh, so much nicer.