Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2006 10:37:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Soccer Dad <tc_64_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Surfing Lessons 4

The following is a work of fiction. Certain places and
events are actual, but the names and relationships are
all a work of imagination.



Over at Donald's house, Clark felt like he had a turbo
case of ADD. He could hear his friends talking, see
what they were doing for their project, but damn, he
just couldn't focus.

Donald had the 27" flat panel monitor turned to where
everyone could see it while he worked on the website
template. Eric and Brandon were sprawled on the floor
and the futon in Donald's spacious room over the
garage, there was Panic! at the Disco playing in the
background and a faint odor of feet in the room. Yes,
Brandon had his shoes off again.

Clark was buzzing with memories of the night before.
He was also mesmerized by the sight of Eric's
obviously unencumbered "package" as he lay on his back
on the carpet. He felt a stirring in his own shorts,
wondering how Eric was hung. Of course, they've all
showered together but they were the showers of guys
trying to get in, get out and not pop a woodie in
front of his buds.

"That's it, I'm done!" stated Donald, spinning around
in his desk chair. "I need to see some tits" he said
with a chuckle.

"Just where do you plan to see those?" asked Brandon.
"Julie's at some cheerleader camp through this weekend
and I know you don't have a Plan B"

"Funny, you should say that grasshopper" Donald
responded, "I have Plan B right here" He grabbed his
crotch at the same time the boys saw the website for
Xtube come up on the monitor. Clark snickered to
himself and then saw the most recently viewed titles
before Donald clicked away from the page. Clark saw
"self suck cum boy", "bukkake bitch" parts 1, 2 and 3
and one called "DP 12-2".

"Put on some gang-bang stuff" groaned Eric from the
floor, although he had turned on his side. His Adidas
shorts were bunched up on the bottom leg and there was
a clear outline of cock and a nice large ballsack
evident in the shiny navy blue shorts.

Suddenly, on the monitor was an orgy scene with two
identical twin girls and about 6 chiseled guys with
average to large cocks, hard as rocks, either being
stroked or sucked by the two girls. Each had one in
their mouth and one in each of their hands, servicing
3 men at once, with the guys trading positions from
time to time during the 15 minute video until the
final minute where all 6 guys exploded volleys of cum
on the girl's faces.

Brandon was hunched back in the futon with his hand in
his crotch, idly moving it back and forth. Eric was
openly stroking his cock through his shorts while
Donald sat back in his chair and watched them both and
the video as it ran. Clark glanced around and felt
less self-conscious about his own growing hardon since
the others were obviously affected similarly.

Donald clicked to another video, this one of a girl
and two guys in an Egyptian type setting. The girl
seemed less than enthusiastic about the plowing she
was getting from behind and even more disinterested in
the cock she was servicing from the front. Suddenly,
the guy in front leans over and locks lips with the
guy in back as they continued to ram both ends of the
girl in the middle.

"Oops, sorry guys, didn't know it was going there"
excused Donald.

"Fuck it, at least they're into it, she could care
less, it looks like" scowled Eric, continuing to
stroke on the floor. Clark stared at his shorts and
could see a pre-cum stain spreading across the front;
proof that Eric was getting off on what he was
watching.

On the video, the three had shifted around into a
3-way oral position, with the girl being eaten by a
guy who was being blown by the other guy who was being
blown by the girl. Out of the corner of his eye, Clark
could see Brandon unzip his khaki shorts and pull his
cock through the fly of his boxers. It looked like it
was about 6" long and average thickness to Clark,
curved up along his belly with a pointed head and open
hole on the front. The video ended with an obviously
over-dramatic orgasm for the girl as both guys kneeled
over her, jacking each other's cocks in her face.

Donald fiddled with the keyboard and mouse, hunting
for another video as his shorts tented under the desk.
"Did you like that one?" he asked the guys.

"Fuck yeah" Brandon grunted, "let's have some more
like that"

"Hey, if you spooge over there, you're gonna have to
clean it up" Donald told him. Brandon was seemingly
oblivious but answered, "maybe you can clean it up for
me, bitch, WITH YOUR TONGUE!" At that Donald launched
over to the futon and started pummeling Brandon
playfully, who didn't fight back, instead continued
stroking. Donald's crotch was still tented out and he
started swinging it in Brandon's face, telling him
"Maybe I should whip this out and let YOU see what a
real cock is like!"

By now, Clark and Eric both have their shorts down and
cocks out watching the other two wrestle on the futon.
Clark glanced over at Eric and felt his eyes widen at
probably the longest looking cock he'd ever seen. It
looked to be easily a foot and looked even longer due
to it's narrow circumference. Erics fingers easily
overlapped as he stroked the entire length up to the
flared, mushroom shaped head that was visibly oozing
at this point, damn near drooling.

"Dude, I need a fucking towel soon or I'm soaking your
carpet with this stuff" Eric told Donald. He jumped
off the futon a ducked into his bathroom to grab a wad
of toilet paper and threw it at Eric who didn't miss a
beat on his cock while he grabbed the paper in
mid-air. He held the wad in front of his cock just as
jets of cum started streaming out, soaking the toilet
paper and his hand. When he finally stopped, the other
three were staring at him openly and he blushed a bit
at the show he'd just put on.

Brandon was still stroking himself and eased up from
the futon and made a hunched over sprint to the
bathroom, tightly grasping his cock as he made it
through the door. He thought he made it too, in
position over the sink, when a laser shot of cum
emerged from the head, splattering the mirror 3 feet
away, followed by another that hit just a bit lower
and trailed to the faucet and sink. He cupped his left
hand over the head and deflected the cum as he stroked
6 more jets of the fluid out, making a white-yellow
puddle in the grey granite sink.

"Goddam" Donald muttered as he leaned in the door,
"better get the Windex out, bitch, I don't want your
spooge all over my bathroom."

"Fine, I'll clean it up after you slurp some" Brandon
answered, and as he did, he scooped two fingers
through the runny puddle in the sink and flicked a few
droplets at Donald's face, splattering his cheek and
lip. "Fuck! I'll kick your little dago ass for that!"
Donald yelled and grabbed Brandon's cock, spinning him
towards him and as he did, Brandon drags his fingers
again through the cum puddle and sticks them in
Donald's mouth. Donald stops, lets go of Brandon's
cock and wipes the excess off his face. Clark noticed
that he never spit anything out though . . . . .
curious.

While this scene played out, a cell phone started
ringing "Smack That" in the room. Eric turned and
grabbed it from his backpack and muttered "H'lo" into
it, listened for a bit and then said, "OK, we're
wrapping up soon, I'll get Clark to drop me off"

"Mommy calling?" Donald teased? "Momma's boy need to
go home?"

"Yeah, I told her I wouldn't be late again tonight,
Clark, you don't mind dropping me do you?"

"Nahh, it's cool, I need to go in a bit anyways, I
think Dad was wanting to grab a late dinner cuz Mom's
out of town for a while." Clark told him.

"Well girls, this has been a blast, or several blasts,
but I need to go then" Eric said. He and Clark
gathered their papers and notebooks into their
backpacks and headed out the door while Brandon was
wiping the last of his cum off the mirror with a paper
towel under the close supervision of Donald.

A few minutes later, while driving off in Clark's
Altima, the two boys started remembering what had just
happened in Donald's room. They reminisced about the
videos and then Clark asked Eric, "Did you notice that
Donald ate Brandon's cum?"

"Yeah, I caught that, didn't look like he was
surprised at all by it" Eric mused. "Hey, take the
river road to my house, the main road's fucked up
because of some road work"

"OK", Clark said, mentally calculating how much longer
this was going to take. He knew that Dad was going to
be home from the gym, but really didn't know when and
this evening had him seriously wound up. He was going
to need some relief and soon.

"Hey, did you get off back there? Eric asked.

"What, did I enjoy it? Yeah, it was cool, even if you
made me feel like my dick was nothing compared to
yours"

"No, I mean, I came, Brandon came, you know Donald's
beating off or something right now, but did you?

"Nahh, it's ok, I can take care of it when I get home.
I'll have the house to myself until Dad gets there"

Eric looked at him and said "Do you want to now? Take
care of it, I mean"
"Dude, I'm driving"

"Pull over; nobody ever comes down this road unless
they're going to my house. I take Erin parking out
here all the time"

"OK" Clark answers and looks for a secluded spot to
pull off in. Up ahead there's a little cut-in road
that's quickly shielded from the main road by tall
brush. He pulls off and kills the lights.

"Speaking of Erin, how is she doing?" Clark asks Eric.
"OTR right now man and all we do is fight. I haven't
had anything in weeks" Eric replies.

Clark's cock never fully relaxed from Donald's house
and now, with the discussion about all that, he was
feeling some definite movement towards being hard
again. Suddenly, he felt Eric's hand caressing the
outline of his cock inside his shorts. The feeling was
a tingle, shock, thrill and made his groin lurch with
anticipation.

"I never did get a good look at this thing back there"
Eric said "What I remember though was a damn
good-looking piece of meat though"

"Shit, yours has got to be 4 or 5 inches longer, easy"
Clark said. "Can Erin handle all that?"

"She can't deep-throat it and swears I bust an ovary
when I fuck her but so far, yeah."

"Damn, any idea how big it is?" Clark asked.

"A shade over 11 long, 4-1/2 around."

"Wow, it looks like it's bigger than that"

By now, Eric had Clark's fly open and was stroking his
cock. "Dude, what are you doing?" Clark asked.

"Chill out, bro. I wanted to do this back there but
didn't know what they others would say."

Eric was now fully engaged with both hands, spitting
into one for some lubrication. Clark leaned the seat
back and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations of
one of his best friends jacking him off. He remembered
the sight of Eric's long stick shooting into the
tissue, how both of his hands were on the shaft and
the head still stuck out while he jacked himself. He
pictured Erin trying to swallow that monster and could
understand why she couldn't.

He could feel one of Eric's hands working the head of
his cock, while the other tickled the shaft down to
his balls. "Damn it feels good" he muttered. "Just
enjoy it" Eric said, "You should have stroked one out
before we left there too"

"This doesn't suck right here" Clark said "at least
the other guys aren't here watching"

"Wouldn't care, it was fucking hot watching everyone
stroke"

Suddenly, the feeling of one hand was replaced by a
warmer, moist feeling. Clark thought Eric had put more
spit on the head of his cock and opened one eye to see
Eric's head lower as his mouth engulfed half of
Clark's cock. He involuntarily thrust his hips forward
and forced the rest into Eric's mouth until he felt an
ever so slight scraping at the base of his shaft from
Eric's top teeth.
"Dammit, what brought that on?" he stuttered to Eric.
Eric just looked up at him as he moved up and down on
Clark's cock, causing warm tingly sensations all over
and moving to his groin. He could feel his balls
drawing up and his breathing became shallower as Eric
continued the slow movement. He could feel Eric's
tongue swirling around the head, along the shaft,
thumping along the length and at the hole, lightly
teasing it, poking the tip. This was far better than
jacking off and it occurred to Clark that this may not
be Eric's first time doing this.

"Well don't stop man, this feels awesome."

Eric looked up at Clark and winked as if to say
"anytime".

Soon, all too soon, Clark could feel the pressure
building, he knew he was a matter of seconds away from
exploding, but had no clue if Eric could tell.

"I'm gonna cum, dude" Clark told Eric. Eric looked up,
pulled to the top of the cock and said "Go for it" and
then resumed sucking. Clark was shocked. "He must want
my cum" he thought to himself. Eric increased the
pressure on Clark's cock. Swallowing it to the base
and then pulling off till just the head was in his
mouth and forming a vacuum bond with the head causing
Clark to squirm slightly in his seat from the
sensations. Clark could see Eric's cock filling his
shorts and leaking pre-cum again and reached over with
his right hand to rub the head, pulling off a few
drops of the juice and brought it to his mouth to
taste. It was sweet, not overly powerful, but
definitely something he could handle.

He knew he was close and could tell that Eric was
ready. Eric was quickly jacking the shaft and base
with his hand while his mouth worked the top. Clark
groaned and could feel fire shooting through his
groin, his balls tightened up and his cock practically
leaped as it poured a shot of cum into Eric's greedy
awaiting mouth. Eric closed his lips around the shaft
as he felt the seed coursing down his throat and
massaged a few more spurts from Clark's throbbing cock
and lapped his tongue around the shaft looking for any
that may have dribbled out.

Eric raised his head and grinned as he visibly
swallowed everything left in his mouth. Clark was
still reaching for Eric's cock and could feel it lurch
and jump as he stroked it's hard length. Suddenly,
Clark could feel sticky warmth on his palm as Eric
fired off for the second time in the last hour. It
felt strange to have another guy's cum in his hand and
after Eric was through shooting, Clark brought his
hand over and lapped the puddle of his friend's cum
into his mouth. The taste was strong, salty but sweet.
Having tasted his own before, he compared the two and
thought they were more alike than different.

"Guess Donald's not the only one with a taste for cum
tonight, eh?" Eric said with a smirk.

"Yeah, I guess not."

As both boys caught their breath, it dawned on Clark
what they had just done and he felt excited. Not only
was he sharing some new interesting things with his
Dad, but it was clear that his 3 best friends were all
inclined to do the same. The feeling of Eric giving
him a handjob, then a blowjob was incredible. He
wondered how it would be to try himself, but he knew
now was not the right time.

"I guess I better get you to the house" Clark said to
Eric.

"Yeah, before my mom wonders what's taking so long,
but I can always blame the construction"

Clark put the car in reverse and backed out onto the
main road, shifted to drive and headed to drop his
friend off.



Thanks to those who have read the previous
installments and commented. As I've said, this is all
the work of a vivid imagination with little
significance to my real life, other than I may be
describing myself or my ideal fantasy young man in
this story. I appreciate the emails (and pictures). As
always, if you have any comments, please send them to
me at tc_64_99@yahoo.com