Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2004 13:45:47 -0400
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blair Basball Team

Clyde was a raw boned boy with long legs and a square jaw. His temples
flexed every time he chewed gum. His back seemed unnaturally long and his
tight small ass seemed to hang miles away from his narrow neck. Hoss was a
body builder from Mississippi and had an impressive cock. It hung from his
lean physique like a willow branch from its trunk.

Clyde was the pitcher and Hoss was the catcher. They had been recruited for
the Blair Military School's baseball team. They were some of the best and
were already on varsity in their sophomore year.

They shared a dorm room at the end of the athletic dorm building that
insured them privacy and an elevated status on campus.  The sounds of Shnia
Twain filtered down through the acoustic tile ceiling and over they still
developing bodies.  The walls were the color of old white briefs that had
been long stained with dry sperm.  The floor was covered with brown
speckled carpet that had felt the bear dancing feet of pre-teens for a
decade.  The feet of guys dancing n the freedom home and the identity they
left behind.  The room smelled of old gym socks, microwave pop corn and
Perri Ellis calone.  The air was heavy with tension, sex and musk.

Every night the routine was the same.  Clyde would strip to his boxer
briefs and socks, then settle down at the desk under the extra bunk and
study Latin. Hoss would strip down to absolutely nothing and wrap a towel
around his waist, then head out to the showers. Upon his return, he would
hang the towel over the closet door and begin examining his naked body in
the mirror.

Hoss lived in the gym but never took steroids. He was built but not in a
cartoon way. He often shaved his body before competitions, but he had not
had one in a month, so his body hair was short, thin and brown. He moved
his hands over his full body tan and fingered his muscle definition and
exposed veins. One particularly sexy vein ran from his rib cage to the
right side of his navel and then wide to his hip.  It did a hard left turn
towards his penis and disappeared near where pubic hair should be and
reappeared on his penis where it split and Y'ed into fifteen driftnet
lines.  The lines decorated his shaft like the grazing in fine marble.

He had no problem touching his own prick in front of Clyde. He would heft
the tan circumcised meat with one hand and his ball sack with the
other. Clyde would watch every move knowing that once Hoss had his eyes on
his own body, a bomb could go off and it would not distract him.

Clyde examined the naked, perfect body only five feet away from him and
felt his own dick through his shorts. Once the lights out warning was
given, Hoss would move to the dresser right beside Clyde's chair.  He would
let his naked hip brush against Clyde's naked shoulder. He would reach for
a pair of high rise briefs and walk back to the mirror to put them on. He
would reach to the floor and step into them. This gave Clyde a great view
of his spread butt cheeks, his pink pucker, and his swaying balls from
behind.

Hoss would slip into bed and wait for Clyde. Clyde would stand and turn off
his light over the desk that was mounted to the underside of the extra
bunk. He would slip off his boxer briefs and put them in the dirty clothes
basket on the floor of his closet. He stayed bent over longer than you
might expect.

Then he would turn to adjust his bed sheets with his feet still on the
floor. This gave Hoss a great view of Clyde's nude frame from his tits to
his knees. Clyde's long slender dick hung only inches from Hoss's
lips. Hoss would run his eyes over the flesh at his side and get hard in
seconds. That long dick and the way his balls hung away from his body
excited him. The smell of his crotch was faint but unmistakable.

Clyde would jerk off in the showers in the morning.  His erection stuck out
from his lean belly at a ninety degree angle. His ball sack hung off it
like pants on a wash line. A good half inch of cock could be seen on the
backside of his hanging balls. When he played with himself, he would spread
out his fingers to make contact with almost all of his meat and then hook
his pinky finger behind his balls and stimulate his lowest half inch. It
was quite a sight. His balls would swing like the rags in an automatic car
wash. His circumcised red head would strain against his tugs.  His sperm
would fly from his slit like a rain-bird lawn sprinkler.

Finally after spending time adjusting his sheets, Clyde would jump flat
footed and land on his bare ass in bed. He would sleep in the raw and Hoss
would sleep with his left hand under his briefs and on his erection. Hoss
would hit the light switch and then lick his fingers and roll his bulbous
red head until he climaxed in a sock.

This went on every night, night after night during their sophomore
year. The sexual tension was so high, it is a wonder the sheets didn't get
pregnant.

The next year was more of the same. It was great to examine each other's
body from the development that the summer had brought. Clyde was even
taller and now basically had no butt. Hoss was thicker in his chest and
squarer in his shoulders. He was even more lean than normal and the texture
of muscle fibers stood prominent on his tits and upper arms.  He had had a
competition just before school started, so everything was shaved, even his
pubic hair.

Everything was back to normal. That is, until Andrew showed up.

Andrew was not really a baseball player but he was a great pinch hitter and
a great pinch runner and the school needed both. He was more interested in
swimming. He was short, thin, and only 13.  His chest was so well developed
that it looked out of place on such a young body. His dick was a handsome
seven and a quarter inches, which is not that big for a 16 year old like
Hoss but on this tiny four foot eleven inch frame it looked massive. Andrew
knew he looked good naked and so spent most of his time that way.

It was two weeks into school when Andrew moved in. He needed a military
haircut, military discipline and had to get rid of the tongue ring. Clyde
and Hoss helped him get squared away and it was bedtime. Andrew did not
know their ways yet so long before bedtime he shed his clothes and stepped
into a fresh pair of cotton running Shorts, an oversized wife-beater, and
climbed into the extra bunk.

When Hoss arrived, he gave his show and Clyde watched.  Andrew watched
Clyde watching Hoss. The same thing went on with Clyde giving Hoss his
nightly show.  Andrew was in perfect position to watch both without out
lifting his head off his pillow.

The second night, Andrew forgot about the shorts and just wore his
wife-beater. The third night, he went for a shower when Hoss did and wore
only flip flops and carried a bar of soap and hand towel. His dick flopped
in rhythm to his steps as he strode down the long hall o the showers. Once
in their he stood naked at the urinal trough and checked out the other
older dicks.  He liked he view immensely.  He eyed a younger undeveloped
boy right beside him checking him out so he rolled back his foreskin and
turned slightly to he kid.  He watched a black boy on the other side of him
lift his towel and unfold a thick beer can dick and piss in a hard twisted
stream.  He found a place to wait for his shower in the crowded bathroom
that was right between the sink and the door.  Every person that come in
saw his dick first and any one passing in thr hall got a good look at the
equipment and the jewelry that dangled from it.  Everyone that passed by
had to brush up against the young naked body.  He was getting the attention
he so desperately needed.

After his shower he dripped down the hall and dried in front of the mirror
for his roommates to see. But Clyde did not see him, only Hoss, and Hoss
only saw Hoss.

The fourth night, Andrew went early to the showers and was back before
Clyde was even done with homework.  Andrew pulled a towel off the shelf and
began slowly patting his naked flesh with the soft cloth. He was hoping
they were both looking but could not be sure.  He finally finished and
donned his wife-beater and climbed into bed. Hoss gave his show and Clyde
gave his.

Andrew could not take it any longer. Before Hoss could turn out the lights,
he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and asked, "What's going on
between you two?" The guys looked perplexed. "Why don't you just fuck each
other and get it over with?"

Clyde replied, "Because we're not gay."

Andrew shook his head, "Gay, straight what the fuck?  I don't care what you
call it just perv each other and go to sleep satisfied for once."

Hoss looked at the way Andrew's shirt had ridden up on his body and his
dick was hanging over the side of the bunk. Hoss asked, "what is that on
your dick?"

Andrew knew he was trying to change the subject but answered anyway.  "It's
called a Prince Albert. It's jewelry. Don't you have any?"

Hoss jumped out of bed and stepped to the gold ring.  Hoss was obviously
unaware of his erection tenting under his high rise briefs as he flicked
the ring with his thumb.

"Are you trying to get me hard?" Andrew asked.

Hoss went red with embarrassment and his dick slipped down in size and the
tip hung out his leg hole.  They discussed his decoration and how he had it
pierced through the foreskin of his dick and how it felt and how it kept
his attention on his sex, where it should be for any normal thirteen year
old.

Hoss went back to bed and Andrew said again before lights went out. "You
two have it bad for each other and you don't even know it. Just climb in
the same bed and do it. I won't tell. I'll even sleep in the hall if you
want privacy."

Neither boy responded. Hoss flicked the switch and they just lay awkwardly
in the utter darkness in silence.  Questions of each others bodies,
feelings and the big question of weather the three of hem could ever keep
such a secret raced around their brains like ratcheting noise makers.
Clyed dreamed of Hoss' dick and Hose dreamed of Hoss' dick.

A few nights later came the weekend.  The three of them started playing
cards. They dealt out five cards and used quarters to bet. Andrew was
losing every hand. It was his belief that they were cheating.

All three of them sat cross-legged on the floor, ready for bed. Clyde was
naked except for a pair of short socks and took three cards on the
draw. Hoss was in his green briefs and took two cards.  Andrew was in his
wife beater with his cock and balls in full view and his Prince Albert
touching the carpet. He took one.

They again bet and the pot was up to three dollars.  Andrew lost again.
"Guys, I have to quit. I don't have any more money. If you want to play for
spanks we can do that but I'm out of cash."

The other two boys looked at each other, "Spanks?"  they thought. They
looked questioningly at each other and shrugged.

Andrew said again, "Spanks." This time he motioned in the air the
international sign for masturbation and explained. "The person with the
worst hand strokes the person with the best hand. We keep playing until
everyone has had four orgasms."

They began to discuss the results of being caught.  Andrew stood and locked
the door, wedged the chair under the locked knob and peeled off his
shirt. "Now no one will catch us." As he sat he snapped Hoss's waistband
and said, "Take them off mother-fucker."

The three of them were naked, cross legged and completely exposed. It was
Andrew's turn to deal, "for this entire set of rounds nothing is wild and
it is play what you're dealt, seven card stud."

Clyde had a pair of eights, Hoss had trash with a queen high. Andrew had
trash with a ten high. He did not hesitate. He reached over to Clyde's dick
and stroked twice and then said, "Get hard".

Clyde leaned back on his arms and opened his legs around the pile of
cards. He kept trying to look at the faces of his two admirers but lost
concentration and went back to his clinched teeth, locked jaw
expression. Clyde felt embarrassed and excited at the same time.  He knew
that he wanted to be jerked off and had thought about it often as he jerked
himself in the shower.  He let his head fall so far back that only his
Adams apple was visible from the perspective of the other two boys.  He
flexed his tight stomach and Hoss got wood just watching.  Hoss was jealous
of only two thing on Clyde's body.  His extremely low fat percentage and
his long member.  Right now he was seeing both.

In seconds Clyde shot his load and it landed in his pubes. A few drops
landed on Andrew's hand and he just wiped it off on the carpet and dealt
another hand.  Clydes face looked like he had just run the mile. His gasps
sounded high and feminine and his stomach and chest rappelled with the
after shock of waves that cascaded over his raw unclothed soul.

Men are not supposed to show emotion in front of other men. He had just
showed his deepest darkest emotions ever. He had just been jerked by
another guy and loved it.  All pretenses were gone and his inner sex
machines was joining with his inner child and longing for more right then.

The cards were delt again.  This time Andrew won and Clyde lost. Andrew
leaned back on his hands but kept his legs crossed. Clyde looked at Hoss
and then at Andrew. He looked back to Hoss who nodded to Andrew's dick
impatiently. Clyde went to work.

The tall skinny raw boned boy took hold of the plump thirteen year old dick
the same way he had always did his own but the pinky under the balls were
stimulating his taint. The thick golden ring on the underside of his
foreskin hung out from the erection to expose a peek at the eye of his rod.
His loose balls swung up and down with every stroke.  He made no attempt to
cover his pleasure or his satisfaction. He moaned loudly and often and from
time to time helped guide Clyde's hand and once even reached over to Clyde
and fondled his half hard for no reason.

Andrew had not gotten off in the week since he had arrived at Blair
military school. He was ripe for the harvest. He knew that eventually they
would do something like this and he wanted to have a big load to show these
older boys.

Hoss watched the young balls ride up and down with every stroke.  Hoss
fingered his own gland unconsciously while gazing gape-mouthed at the seven
inch wonder. In under two minutes Andrew unloaded. His milk flew in
measured loads onto the cards and onto Hoss' leg. Clyde seemed happier
doing Andrew than he did about being done.

The next hand, Hoss won and Andrew and Clyde had trash with only jacks
high. It was decided they would both do Hoss together.

Hoss lay out on the floor and Andrew and Clyde took sides. They put one
hand high and the other boy put his low. They worked up a rhythm and got
him going in no time. With Andrew's free hand, he moved Hoss's right hand
to his young dick.  Then Andrew reached over Hoss to Clyde's dick and moved
it to touch Hoss's other hand.  Hoss wrapped his fist around it in
response.

Their they lay.  Three naked bodies on the brown carpet with two hands on
Hoss and both of Hoss' hands on each of the others flopping members.  Three
sets of grunts, three erectors and three sets of slapping balls.  Three
contorted faces and no one cared that the other was looking.  They were
getting quite used to the idea of handling each others penises.

Hoss let out a gasp and a silent tear rolled down his cheeks to his
ears. He had apparently just jerked it in the shower thirty minutes before,
so it took awhile, but they got him off. The smell of manhood was strong in
the air and the boys held true to their word and went until each one had
had at least four creams.

Around midnight they crawled through the smell of arm pits and semen and
into their respective beds and fell asleep.

Come morning, they all three went for a shower and never spoke of the
pleasure the night before.

It was Saturday night and Andrew went into his routine showing off his body
and walking to and from the shower naked. Hoss did his thing and Andrew and
Clyde did not hide their attraction. They sat up and stared at the boy.

Then came the signal for lights out and Clyde gave a longer than usual show
and then as the lights went out he asked the other two, "You want to jerk
off tonight?"

No answer was given; only the sound of squeaking bunks and moaning guys.

It was Monday night and Hoss had left for his shower.  Andrew jumped down
to the floor beside Clyde. He was naked and erect. He asked Clyde, "It
takes Hoss nine minutes to shower and it take six minutes to give
head. What do you think? Are you up to it?"

Clyde sat motionless for a minute and said, "I've never given head. You
would have to show me what to do."  Andrew just stood their waiting for him
to get up off the chair.  Instead he turned to look at the cock that was
right at eye lever and saw how the study light was shining right down the
gap of his foreskin caused by the weight of the Prince Albert.  Andrew saw
his eyes drawn to the erection and said, "you can touch it you know.  You
can touch anything on my body after the other night."  With that Andrew
draped a arm over Clude's shoulder and onto his tit.  He tugged it gently
and then rolled it in his fingers.  Clyde winced slightly and then said, I
like that.  You should do that a lot.

The 13 year old naked horn dog led the 16 year old virgin to Hoss's bed and
tugged down his shorts for him. His handsome seven and a half inches sprung
out and flopped once against Andrew's face.  Andrew bent in and kissed the
long thin meat as it inflated to full height.

As the pole stood out to point at Andrew's lips, the thirteen year old took
note of the way Clyde's balls hung.  They were like laundry on a line. He
just had to have some of that so he slipped his tongue to the extra half
inch that hid between the hanging ball sack and his warm crotch.  Clyde
shivered with excitement and ran his fingers through Andrew's hair.

Clyde enjoyed this position.  He ran his eyes over the narrow shoulders and
down to the horizon of his butt crack that lay near the carpet. He liked
seeing the young pink tongue probing under his scrota and his nose resting
on the top of his rod.  He wondered how his dick smelled up close.  Then
Andrew let go for a minute.

He lay Clyde in Hoss' bed and Andrew went to his long pole and gave
exquisite pleasure. He began with the apple colored gland and traced the
hot flange with his tongue.  He worked the tip of his tongue into the
cleavage of his gland and finally into his piss slit.  He inhaled the
helmet shaped head into his mouth and his tongue ran laps around the warm
moist head.

Andrew slowly drank in the tube fraction by fraction.  He ran down the
veins and felt each new bump on that long meat with his lips first, then
his tongue, and finally his cheeks and pleat.  He swallowed the penis down
his throat thinking just how much like a broom handle it was.  He worked it
until he could feel the pubes with his lips. He never gagged or coughed. He
just swallowed like a pro.

He sucked down hard and could feel hairs tickling the inside of his nose
and then as he blew he could see the pubes move with his breath.  He began
to hum in a low soft tone and ever so slightly hump the shaft into and out
of his throat.  He hummed louder and louder until it felt like a vibrator
on his dick.

Now Andrew gave it the full penetration treatment.  He slurped and sucked
as he raised his face away from the skinny stomach and pointy hip bones.
He heaved and gulped as he went back down.

He rode the shaft in full length swallowing all the way to the naked body
with every thrust.  Andrew could feel Clyde's hands coming closer to his
face and wondered if he was going to cast him off his new toy.


He did not.  He instead placed the index finger of each hand under his
balls and masturbated that extra half an inch of shaft next to his taint.

Only three gulps like that and the skinny sixteen year old trembled with
pleasure.  Andrew could feel the sperm flash up the erection and down his
throat.  Andrew did not think that much of the taste of sperm and hated the
feel of the microscopic balls of sperm when they clung to his teeth.  He
was content to let the sperm fly down his throat without contact to his
tongue or teeth.

Clyde went limp in Andrew's mouth and Andrew just kept it there and started
sucking again.  Clyde shoved him away and covered his hot prick.  He
gripped it as if to try to put out a fire and rolled on his shapeless ass
from one hip to the other. Finally Andrew could see he was crying.

"Hey man.  What went wrong?  Did I hurt you?"

Clyde shook his head and said, "No dude, it was great!  I never felt
anything so great.  I screwed Mary Sue Alston a few times last month but it
was nothing like this.  Thank you.  Great day in the morning, Thank you!"

With that he sat up on the edge of the bed and saw Andrew's half hard
hanging like the handle on a cane and the foreskin pointing to the ground
like an arrow.  He leaned forward and kissed the shaft with closed lips.

Andrew moved away.  "Thanks for the thought but you need to leave.  Hoss is
due back here in seconds and I need to eat him the same way I just ate you.
If I'm going to get him softened up to the point where he fucks you, I need
to get this work done."  He kissed Clyde on the lips and handed him his
white boxer briefs.  "Now go ask someone for help with Latin or something."

Clyde did not know why he was taking orders from a thirteen year old but he
was.  He stepped into the under shorts and then some sweatpants to cover
the moist lump he was carrying.  As he opened the door to leave, Hoss
opened it knocking Clyde's knuckles with the knob.

Clyde stepped out and Hoss stepped in.  He let his towel fall like always
to revel his all over tan and his closely shaven ass.  He began to preen in
front of the mirror when Andrew stepped between the mirror and the nude
body builder.

"I want to show you something.  Lay down in your bunk."

Hoss did and immediately realized that his bunk was warm.  "Do you feel it?
Do you feel the sex on your sheets?  Do you feel the moisture under your
ass where sex has just been deposited?  I just gave Clyde the best sexual
experience of his life and I want to do the same for you.  What do you say,
he-man?  Are you up for it?"

Hoss just knew he was going to get a really good hand job.  He relaxed and
just said, "Go for it, stud!"

Hoss closed his eyes as Andrew began handling his junk.  Andrew decided to
not kneel on the floor like he did with Clyde.  He instead got into bed
with Hoss and knelt between his legs.  Hoss complied by opening up his
knees.

Andrew then let a drop of spit go and land on the plum-colored, circumcised
head.  He worked the spit around and the dick came to life and stood its
full six inches even.  Andrew was taken by the view of his hairless, plump
erection.  He handled him for a long time before he took the first inch
into his mouth.  As he swallowed the head into the warm waiting lips, Hoss
sprung to life looking down at his nude erection.  It was warm and moist
and he wanted to know why.

He asked, "What are you doing?  Are you a fag?  Did you do this to Clyde?"
And "Why are you doing this?"

With the last question Andrew looked up at the red-faced, corn-fed boy and
answered, "Because if I didn't take the head in my lips I could never do
this."  And he swallowed it into his waiting throat and began the humming.

Hoss reacted vocally.  He gasped and shouted, "Ga ga ick shit, Shit,
SHIT!!!" and a variety of other half-grunted words.  Andrew lifted the
muscular legs up and parted his ass cheeks.  He gathered some of the saliva
that was dripping down the creases of skin on each side of the shaved ball
sack and used the slobber to wet and lube his fingers.

It seemed too soon to penetrate this ginger-colored ass, but he could give
a good pucker massage.  He moved three fingers around the pink pucker and
then back to the balls for more wetness.  He hummed and slurped, stroked
and sucked.  The verbal affirmations were coming out more often but not so
loud anymore.

"Ba ga suck fuck shit tat tat tits caaaaaa!"

Andrew looked up to see Hoss sucking on his middle finger of his left hand
while jerking his left erect nipple with his right hand.  It was like it
was a micro sized dick attached to his chest. He made love to his nipple
like most people would their prick.  His sounds came out garbled around the
inserted finger and he was drooling.

Andrew went into too full shaft stimulation and rode the plump rod from
bald stomach to plumb shaped head.  It only took about fifteen of the full
length rides to make the guy cum.

Once again it went into his throat and bypassed the tongue and teeth.  With
the last load of sperm Andrew could not resist it, so he slipped in one
finger to the first knuckle to the wall of first resistance up the pink
sphincter.

Hoss was released.  Andrew sat up to watch the face of a satisfied
customer.  Hoss looked satisfied with his chest heaving and his heart
beating out of his chest and his mind trying to keep up with all the new
feelings, but instead the well tanned body said, "Do it again!" and hooked
Andrew by the neck and pulled him quickly down to the uninflated manhood.
"And what ever you were doing to my ass, do it again.  That was beautiful!"

Andrew went to the limp snake and flicked it as he pried open the clenched
butt cheeks.  Andrew was feeling a little tired but kept going. Neither of
the boys noticed when Clyde came back in, but he was there watching.  As
the two of them got a rhythm going, Clyde pulled over the study chair and
lowered his pants.  He took out his own recently converted log and watched
the object of his affection getting closer and closer to the edge.

Hoss was now bucking Andrew's face and Andrew was taking every inch of the
boy without complaint.  Hoss was breaking a sweat and Andrew's drool was
soaking the mattress behind that brown ass.  Andrew decided he had to put
him over the edge or they would be there all night.  So he took two fingers
and slowly fed them into the open ass.  He worked them deeper and deeper as
he hummed and thrusted.

With little resistance, he made it to the nut sized pleasure hidden deep
inside of the ass.  He ran his finger around it in a counter-clockwise
fashion and then pressed on it.  He could taste ooze as he pulled away from
the base of the rock hard shaft.  Another nut stimulation and a squeeze of
his two hanging nuts and a hard suck on his shaft and he came in buckets.
Every buck brought another lump down Andrew's throat.

As their two bodies rested, they heard a slapping sound. They looked to
their side and found Clyde watching and stroking at the same time.  Andrew
quickly climbed off of Hoss and clamped onto Clyde.  One, two, three, four
and the fifth trip to his pubes and down his throat the lava flowed.

The guys sat naked and instead of just going to bed and pretending that
nothing happened, like Clyde and Hoss wanted to do, Andrew made them stay
up and rehearse what had happened and what they liked best.

As they discussed it, all three boys were getting hard again.  Andrew
explained that the only thing better than a hum job was a butt fuck.  He
pointed out that Hoss's bed was soaked and they would need to share Clyde's
bunk tonight.  When they agreed Andrew pointed out that if they were still
horny, they could butt fuck after he had gone to sleep.

Of course Andrew only pretended to sleep.  After a long time of laying in
the same upper bunk naked and snuggled up against each other, the gasps and
squeaks of good old American fun were seeping through the darkness.  Clyde
and Hoss had found love.