Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2009 22:19:15 EDT
From: Nightmare4249@aol.com
Subject: A Dream Cum True

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A Dream Cum True
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I felt a stirring in my loins. My cock slowly became even more engorged as
the blood rushed to fill its tissue. I took another deep whiff of the
boxers, and I became virtually intoxicated by the heavy smell of cock sweat
and man ass.
	Last weekend was the annual High School Geography Bowl, a
competition toward which I had been looking forward since last year. Five
boys from my school were competing this year. There were some girls as
well, but we won't talk about them. I had been looking forward to the event
for quite some time, not because I was thrilled to kick some kids' asses
answering questions about our lovely planet, even though that's an added
bonus, but because I was excited to spend a weekend with some pretty studly
guys.
	It is of importance to note that the university where the event was
held is basically in the middle of nowhere. What isn't in West Virginia?
The closest thing to the university is a state forest, which is
incidentally where we would be spending the weekend in one of the cabins
there. After finding this out, my cock gave a jolt at the idea of staying
in such close proximity to two guys who had frequently been the subjects of
many of my sticky jack-off sessions.  The first guy is my favorite. Clean
cut, pale, slightly ripped, my idea of what a man should be. His name is
Charlie Brown, no joke, but I know he packs more than just peanuts under
those bulging shorts. He was the kind of guy who could make anyone smile,
and every time he flashes one of his dazzling grins, I nearly cum in my
pants.  The second guy, Chris Hastings, is also a stud. In regard to sex,
he is more of a stud than Charlie actually. He claims to have fucked so
many girls, and many girls have claimed to have fucked him. God is he
hot. He's tall, with a buzz cut, ripped, and has a tendency to walk around
without a shirt. Every time I am around him, I picture taking the entire
length of his cock in my mouth and him violently pushing my head up and
down the length of his big dick.  I'm not too bad myself. I'm about 5'9,"
and I weigh about 185 pounds. I play football and soccer, so my body isn't
too bad. I have lots of hair on my body. The guys in the locker room often
refer to me as Sasquatch! The jokes stop, however, when I take off my
jockstrap. My cock is 8 inches long, uncut, and pretty thick. Chris is on
my football team, and Charlie and I play soccer together, so I have had the
opportunity to see both their cocks in the showers. Chris is hung; his cock
is probably 9 inches, while Charlie's is slightly smaller than mine, maybe
7.5 inches. Either way, I'd suck on them both for hours.  Anyway, we drove
down the day before the geography bowl. An excused absence from school was
our reward for possibly bringing our high school some much-needed
attention. We spent the day just walking around, going to the mall, and
seeing a movie. The five guys pretty much rode around together, while the
girls did things with our chaperone.  Throughout the day, I had the
privilege of hearing Chris talk about how many girls he had fucked and just
marveling at the sheer beauty of Charlie. I sat in the back of Chris' jeep,
my cock hard and leaking precum all over my American Eagle boxers. I loved
picturing Chris' moaning and groaning in pleasure as he pounded some girl's
tight pussy. Lucky bitch! God, how I wished these guys would fuck me!
After we finished seeing the movie, it was around 10:00 PM, so we really
needed to head back to the cabin. When we got there, questions regarding
the shower arrangements began to arise. It was decided that Chris would
shower first, followed by Charlie, and that I would go third. Too bad it
wasn't suggested that we all shower together; I would have had no problem!
While waiting to take my shower, I sat down at the table and played cards
with some of the other participants. I tried to stay focused on the game,
but my mind kept wandering back to what was going on in the shower. Chris
was probably in there soaping up his meat, maybe jacking off. I needed to
be in there!  Eventually, Chris came out of the bathroom, shirtless as
usual and wearing nothing but boxers. He was one of the only guys I knew
who had tattoos. He had one of a tiger on his right peck and his initials
running down one of his upper arms. I tried not to look at him, but I
couldn't resist. He stood at the entrance to the kitchen leaning, his arm
holding onto the door facing, exposing a bush of dark armpit hair. I wanted
to run right up to him and start licking his armpits! He also had a lovely
treasure trail running down his washboard stomach and disappearing cruelly
into his boxers. It was so frustrating to know that the object of my lust
was separated from me by only a thin piece of cotton.  "Hey Charlie,
shower's all your's, man." His voice was so sexy.  Charlie got up to take a
shower. He had been lying on the couch, and was almost asleep. He was so
boyish and cute! The same thoughts ran through my mind about Charlie as had
run through my mind about Chris while I waited to take a shower.  When
Charlie came out, he had all his clothes on—bummer! Anyway, he and
Chris, along with everyone else who was still awake, went to get ready for
bed, and I went to the shower. As soon as I opened the door, I was hit in
the nose by the musky smell that only teenage cocks and sweaty asses can
produce. These smells, melded with the sweet scents of body wash and
shaving cream, instantly made my cock hard enough to start producing cream
of its own.  I was just getting ready to step into the shower and whack off
when I noticed them. Right beside the toilet in the floor lay a pair of
boxers. I knew they had to have been Charlie's; Chris doesn't wear that
brand. They were blue and orange American Eagle boxers. To me they were a
gift from God. I cautiously approached the briefs. I bent down, naked, and
picked them up. I turned them around so that the front of them was directly
in my face, put the fabric to my nose, and inhaled. The smell was heavenly,
better than a locker room. I took a few more whiffs and furiously began to
jack off.  So here I am standing the bathroom, smelling my teammate's
underwear, and jacking off. Nothing wrong with that, right? I stroked my
cock a little more and sniffed the underwear for a few more minutes before
deciding to put them on.  When I stepped into Charlie's boxers and pulled
them up around me, my cock lurched. I could feel the dampness of the
fabric. Charlie had been wearing them all day, hopefully even longer than
that, and the cotton fabric had collected all of the odor and moisture from
his nether regions.  I admired the way the boxers looked on me in the
bathroom mirror. Charlie is a small guy, about 130 pounds, so the boxers
were kind of a tight fit on me.  It was so titillating to know I was
wearing my buddy's dirty underwear, and even more arousing to know that he
had no idea what was going on, so I began to stroke my cock through the
fabric of the boxers. Then I hauled it out through the piss opening and
began to jack it, all the while staring at myself in the mirror.  I was so
caught up in jacking off that I didn't see nor hear the door handle began
to turn. I was interrupted from my fantasy by the sound of Charlie's voice.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?" he shouted. "DUDE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
"Shit! What the hell am I gonna do?" I searched my brain for an explanation
but found nothing. "Charlie, I-I..."  But before I could finish my
statement, another figure appeared behind Charlie in the doorway. It was
Chris, still shirtless. His eyes were wide in surprise, but I also noticed
a mischievous look on his face.  "Charlie, calm down, dude. This is the
best thing we could have asked for," he said. "Lance, man, I didn't know
you were into that shit. You should have told us sooner—we could have
had lots of fun together."  I couldn't believe it. Here I was, standing in
the bathroom wearing one of my friend's dirty boxers, my deflating cock in
one hand, and one of the sexiest guys I knew was telling me he was getting
off to what I was doing!  No one said anything for a while, but Charlie
broke the silence. "Well, Lance, it is kinda hot seeing you wear my
underwear. I've been wearing those all week."  My cock began to refill, but
I didn't say anything.  "So whaddya say?" Chris broke the silence, "You
wanna fool around?"  I timidly shook my head yes, and Chris started to
hurriedly unbuckle his belt. There is nothing greater than the sound of a
zipper being lowered, and when I heard the sound of Chris' zipper being
undone, my cock jumped, and my mouth began to water!  "Well, what are you
waiting for? Come over here and take care of this big piece of meat." He
wagged his cock at me and I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him
like the little bitch that I was.  My face neared his manhood, and I began
to smell the musky scent of his crotch, the smell I love so much. I took
the base of his tool in my hand and held it as I tenderly licked his cute
little head. I exhaled a torrent of warm air, and he groaned as the air
flowed smoothly over his excited member. Hesitantly, wanting to savor every
moment, I began to lower my face onto his stiff rod.  His cock was large,
nine inches like I said, and, at first, I couldn't fit it all the way into
my mouth, so I began to lick all up and down the shaft. I tenderly lapped
at the veins on his shaft and then when down to his low-hanging balls. I
cleaned his sack and played with his testicles for the longest time before
heading northward to have another go at his big cock. This time, I managed
to take it almost all the way down to his pubes. My eyes were watering
because of the pain, but I kept going.  Charlie stood a few feet away. He
was stroking his cock and wagging it around. He was definitely excited.  I
sucked on Chris' cock for a bit longer. He grunted like a pig as he thrust
his big dick into my throat, which was stretched to the point of tearing.
"Charlie, dude, come join the fun. You're missing out," said Chris in
between thrusts. He stopped fucking my face to allow me time to breathe,
but I took this opportunity to begin caressing and licking every part of
Chris' body that I could. I licked his treasure trail, his abs, and his
nipples. I stuck my face into his armpits and I inhaled the manly smell
located there.  It was then when I felt something knocking at my
backdoor. I looked behind me to see Charlie, his face buried between my ass
cheeks, licking my asshole. If felt so amazing, that I wasn't about to tell
him to stop, even though I was surprised that Charlie, who had always been
as straight as an arrow, was engaging in one of the gayest activities
imaginable.  I continued servicing Chris, while Charlie eagerly lapped at
my ass. Before too long, I began to feel Chris' dick began to tense up.
"Dude, please don't stop. Please, I'm about to come."  I had other plans. I
removed my face from Chris' fuckstick and stood up. He grabbed his cock and
started jacking it off, but I stopped him.  "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH YOUR
DICK, BITCH. IT'S MINE," I shouted as I slapped him in his sexy face. He
seemed confused but complied. I then pushed him against the wall and
furiously made out with him. I didn't care who else in the cabin heard; I
was too caught up in the lust. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and began
invading it. Surprisingly, he kissed me back, and we made out for a while.
Charlie, like a dog, followed us over to the wall and continue eating out
my ass.  After a few more minutes of making out with Chris, I went back to
sucking his dick. His eagerness hadn't subsided in the lull. If anything,
it had intensified.  "Ugh... ugh. Fuck yeah, dude. FUCK YEAH!!! God Lance,
you're mouth is so fucking hot!" Chris was groaning like I'd never heard
before in my life. He tried to shove my head off his dick, but I remained
resolute. I wanted to taste him.  I kept sucking. I moved my hands to his
ass and began to insert a finger into his warm hole. This sent him over the
edge.  "Ugh... here it comes man!" Chris grunted as he spewed rope after
rope of creamy teen spunk into my hungry mouth. I had never tasted anything
so delicious in my life.  Meanwhile, Charlie was on his back on the floor,
still eating out my ass. He had been waiting for me to finish Chris so he
could fuck me. I had no problems with this, and proceeded to lower myself
to all fours to give him better access.  Charlie immediately mounted me,
and I soon felt the bulbous head of his cock pushing at my ass hole. He
wasn't using any lube, and it hurt. I thought for a minute that he was
going to do some serious damage down there, but then I felt the thick head
push its way into me. The rest of his cock followed swiftly.  He began to
pound into my ass forcefully, like some kind of rabid animal. It was pretty
hot. I felt his balls slapping the skin just below my ass hole, and the
smell of sweat and ass turned me on. Chris was sitting in the bathroom
floor, his back rested against the wall with is feet spread out on the
tile. I love feet. I have a thing for feet. So, while Charlie literally
fucked the shit out of me, I reached over to one of Chris size fifteens and
began to worship it with my mouth. I sucked each toe individually and then
took the other foot into my mouth.  This servicing turned Chris on again,
and his big dick began to rise. He took it in his hand and began to stroke
it. For some reason this made me mad.
	"Quit it, bitch," I said to him and slapped him in the face. "I did
you, now it's your turn; get over here and suck my cock, you little
faggot."
	Chris reluctantly crawled over to where Charlie was fucking my
ass. We were fucking doggie-style, so Chris had to crawl underneath both
our bodies, meaning he was directly underneath my leaking cock and
Charlie's ramrod. He took my dick into his mouth, while Charlie banged me
with all he had.
	His warm mouth felt so good. "Ugh," I moaned, "UGH!"
	Meanwhile, Charlie grunted like the animal he was. "Yeah...fucking
whore. Yeah, little faggot. You like my cock in you, don't you? You
wouldn't care if it stayed there forever, would you?"
	"No," I whimpered, my voice rising and falling with each
fuck. Chris continued servicing my cock, and I'm certain that an assortment
of bodily fluids was falling onto his gorgeous face while he did so.
	"Ugh," Charlie
grunted. "Oh...my...God. You're...ass...is...so...fucking...tight! Goddamn
little bitch. Fucking slut. Oh my God! I'm gonna shoot my cum into your
fucking guts you little fucking faggot."
	His verbal degradation was turning me on, and, before too much
longer, I began to shoot cum into Chris' hot mouth. He gagged and sputtered
as my jizz filled his oral cavity.  He emerged from the seminal
conflagration above him and looked virtually exhausted from his activity.
	At almost the same time, I felt Charlie's cock stiffen, and felt
him fill my ass with his cum. He groaned like a wounded animal, one of the
hottest sounds I have ever heard. It made me happy to know that it was my
ass that made this stud so weak.
	"Oh God, Lance, that was so much fucking cum," said Chris, wiping
my spunk from his sexy mouth. I couldn't resist; I leaned in to his face
and made out with him. We swapped cum and spit for a few minutes before
breaking apart.
	"Fuck, Lance, you're ass was so fucking good," whispered Charlie. I
guess he finally realized we weren't the only ones in the cabin! I blushed.
	After we regained our composure, we realized that the shower was
still running. We took advantage of the luxury and stepped in, three sweaty
teenage jocks. Chris cleaned the two dicks and ass holes that were
available to him, and I did the same to him. I had never felt more clean
nor more dirty in my entire life.
	After our shower, we went to bed. We decided to wear basketball
shorts at the competition the next day, and Chris, Charlie, and I spent
each round fondling each other under the tables. We beat every team!


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