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Watch where you're...Oh, Dawson, it's you. Nearly lost your popcorn there. What a crowd! Took me 15 minutes just to take a piss. Everybody must be here tonight. I thought drive-ins were going bust. Everybody must be here to make out- sure couldn't be the crappy show." "Actually, Glenn, it's not so bad. I came here especially to see it. I missed it the first time around," I explained. "Well," he chuckled, "can't say I've been paying much attention to it...you know what I mean?" he playfully jabbed me in the ribs. "You here with a date?" "Uh, no. I came alone." "To a drive-in! Oh, that's right, you actually came to see the picture. So how's your first week been? Making any friends? Seeing any chicks?" "Not really. I'm still trying to get settled." "Hey, why don't you join us? Come meet the guys. We're in Chuck Carson's van in the back." "Maybe some other time," I hedged, "it's a good film." "Oh, fuck the film. You can see it some other time." His voice lowered. "I promise you'll have a good time. We're all getting blowjobs tonight! Remember the other day when I pointed out Craig Fletcher to you? The School Queer? One of the guys ran into him earlier hanging around the men's room, as usual, and dragged him to the van." "Dr...dragged him!" I gulped. "Oh, nothing like that. Believe me, he came willingly." "Then...you don't beat him up or anything?" "Beat him up?" He looked aghast. "Fuck no! Fletcher gives the best blowjobs in town. You think we wanna ruin a good thing? Come on, he'll blow you too." I remembered seeing Craig Fletcher. A tall guy, over 6' and skinny with sandy, bleached-streaked hair. I was intrigued. "Gee, I dunno. How do you know he'd wanna bl...blow me?" "You got a dick?" "Well, yeah!" "He'll blow you!" he laughed. "Just kidding. He's not that bad. You're a good-looking dude, he'll blow ya." "Well...if you think it's alright." I surprised myself by agreeing. But then I hadn't had any sex since leaving Portland. "Sure, let's go. But don't give Fletcher any of that popcorn. He'll have those corn things that stick in your teeth imbedded in our knobs!" Arriving at the rear of the van, Glenn knocked twice, then twice again. The light went off inside and someone peeked out the curtain. The door opened, and Glenn and I entered the darkness. The light from the movie screen suddenly shown on four naked guys sprawled on the carpeted floor. Three of them, Glenn's buddies, sat-backs against the van wall. The fourth, Craig Fletcher, knelt in the center. He didn't even look up from the lap he had his face buried in. His long legs pushed his pale, skinny ass high in the air while his head was near the floor, bobbing up and down on a stiff dick! Glenn slapped his ass. "Move it, Sweetie, we gotta get in." Fletcher flexed forward, allowing Glenn to pass by. I sat next to Glenn in the only place left. Fletcher flexed back into position. The door was closed and the light turned back on. That's when I realized that the only available seat left me facing Fletcher's upthrust buttocks! Glenn laughed. "Kinda cramped in here, hunh? Don't sweat the view." He slapped Fletcher's butt again. "Don't you go fartin' now, Fletch!" he laughed. "I brought you another dong for a lickjob! Guys, this is Larry Dawson...the new guy." The three guys with roaring hardons either nodded or waved. Craig Fletcher twisted around and smiled at me, lasciviously! "Hmmm, get naked!" Glenn was already beginning to strip. I must have looked perplexed...and I was...because Glenn started to explain to me what I was thinking. He never felt the need to whisper, always saying out loud whatever he wanted to say. There was no pretense with this group. "Why naked, right? Craig's little quirk. Won't blow us unless we get naked. He's gotta be naked, too. Always got his skinny rump sticking up hoping somebody'll cornhole him." "Y-you mean f-fuck him up the butt?" I stammered, my voice low. "No need to whisper, buddy. Fletch don't mind what we say as long as it's honest. You're the best cocksucker in town, aren't you Fletch?" "In the state, Pincil dick!" he replied, taking the occasion to move to the next cock in line. Glenn just laughed at being insulted. Actually, I noticed that he'd been continually alternating among the three. Only his ass never moved. It remained staring at me while his mouth moved from boner to boner, licking and slurping. Glancing at Glenn, now naked, I realized how Fletcher got the nerve to call him Pincildick. It was long, fat, and rising rapidly. "Hey, lay off my knockers!" The guy complained when Fletcher dipped lower and started licking his balls. "Just a straight suckoff." "Freddie, you want it 'straight' go find a chick," Fletch said sarcastically. " I'll leave off your precious family jewels...couldn't find 'em anyway!" "Freddie's the most uptight," Glenn explained aloud. "We're all uptight, but he goes a little overboard. Kinda like gettin' my nuts swabbed, myself. It's just that if we let Fletcher do whatever he wants, he'd have us upside down and inside out. So we make him stick to just blowjobs...and ball-licking if you like it. I guess we're kinda scared of likin' the queer stuff too much. He's always talking about getting fucked, licking our assholes and stuff like that. That's why we ignore his skinny beacon in the sky. Nobody wants to be the first to stick his dick up a faggot's shithole! Might be messy, but it's bound to be a lot tighter than a pussy I guess. So what straight guy wants to take a chance of getting hooked on porking an incredibly tight, ass hole. He laughed. "Fletch says, says God made faggots so straight guys wouldn't have to go without so often. Used to blow his brother-in-law all the time 'cause his sister wouldn't put out before the wedding. 'A faggot is a boy's best friend', he always says. Doncha Fletch?" "Shut up, Turner. Don't make him talk... he's... oooh... deep-throatin' me right now! Mmmm... oooh, yeah, that's it honey. Just like that!" "Now Ronnie tends to go the other way," Glenn continued rattling on. "He saves up sweat on his balls specially for Fletch to lick off. And he's always calling him 'Honey' when he gets close to coming!" "Stuff it, Glenn," Ronnie called over, "or I'll remind everyone about the guy...who shall remain nameless but is sitting here with us...who once gave Fletch a handjob! Ugh... awww honey that's good!" "As you can probably guess, I'm the 'nameless' one!" he chuckled. "What the hell, wasn't much different than jackin' my own meat. Fletch gave me a real blast off, so I figured I owed him one." "Yeah, you bastard, but I paid the price!" "Ha ha ha. That's right. Chuck had passed out. Fletch got so excited that I was playing with his meat he shot clear across the van! Problem was, most of it landed on Chuck's face! Hahaha! He wakes up licking his lips, wondering what the fuck's all over his puss!" "Best cum you ever tasted, hunh Chuckie!" Fletch giggled. "Like pond scum, Faggo," Chuck exaggerated his snarl. "NOW, DOWN ON IT! SHOW THE NEW BOY HOW MUCH YOU LOVE SUCKIN' UP MY BALLJUICE!" "Chuck digs callin' Fletch names and treatin' him rough while he gets blown. Calls him his 'blowboy'. But Fletcher loves it. He wants Chuck's big cock up his bung more than anyone's. Ronnie thinks Chuck makes Fletch rim his asshole when they're alone...but if that's so, neither one of them are admitting it! I don't think they are, because we kinda agreed to be honest with each other about this." I was sitting there listening to Glenn, hearing the loud slurping sounds coming from the other side of the van, and forever staring at that naked bottom, with the low hanging nuts, before me. I had my pants down to my knees, but my throbbing prick was still encased in my jockeys. "Hey!" Glenn finally noticed. "What's takin' you so long? You shy? Sure ain't disinterest, by the size of that rod in your shorts. Get those clothes off." "I...I can't," I tried to explain. "I...uh...can't move around enough to slip them off cause..." I pointed at Craig Fletcher's intruding legs and willowy buttocks. "Jeez! Is that all? Here, twist sideways and lean on his ass for leverage. Watch your blood pressure, Fletch, you're about to get your ass fondled after all!" "Ummm," he cooed. "Tell the stud he can do anything he wants with it. And he can take his time!" My turn to laugh. I took his remark as a compliment, and relaxed for the first time. Squirming out of my shorts and pants, I layed my hand on his buttcheeks, hearing Fletch moan. I was amazed at the softness of the light hair covering his otherwise smooth bottom. In the position I was in, I was able to study, unobserved, the darker hairline that ran the entire valley between his cheeks. From his balls up, and his tailbone down, the trail of fine brown hair grew densely, meeting in the middle, where they both forked to encircle a completely hairless, bright pink puffy anus. I blushed crimson when, perhaps sensing my intense gaze, Fletcher lewdly squinched his anus in and out! I quickly turned away. Seeing my face, Glenn broke out in hysterics. Boner naked, and now wishing I wasn't, I settled back down. "Relax, man," he slapped me on the bare shoulder, "he always does that. Walk behind Fletch on campus when he's wearin' white pants and no shorts, and I swear, every time a hot guy walks by you can see his asshole pucker up and wink! Poor guy really needs a good porkin'." "You offering, Glenn?" Fletch teased. "Not me, big guy. But maybe our new friend here doesn't have the same quibbles as we do. Feel like packin' his fudge, Larry?" "I...I..." I was tempted, picturing what it would feel like to stick my dick up his asshole, ignoring the gross comment. Just then... "Oh oh oh oh SUCK IT UP, FLETCH! SHIIIIIT! MILK ME!" Fletch's head bobbed up and down as Freddie spritzed the inside of his mouth. "WHEW! Gawd, I wish Donna could suck like that! Bitch takes a couple swipes around the head and calls it a blowjob. Then she has the nerve to smash my head when it's her turn...trying to push it clear up her twat!" "Now me, Fletch, now me," Ronnie pulled him over. "I'm gonna blow! Suck me, Honey, suck me good!" Being down at my end of the van, I could clearly see Ronnie, his eyes closed and head tilted back against the wall as he stroked Craig Fletcher's hair. "Ahhhh," he purred, quietly pumping massive doses of hot sperm into the cock-sucker's gulping mouth. I could tell it was an enormous explosion by the movement of Fletch's swallowing throat muscles as he deep-throated the boy. I was unashamedly stroking my cock. It was up big and hard, and I was getting more turned on by the sights and sounds of their couplings. I had never seen anything like this before and it was turning my teenage hormones on like a gushing waterfall. I'd finally gotten my legs stretched out. I had also got my first glimpse of Craig Fletcher's prick from this angle. "Caught ya lookin'!" Glenn teased, as I tilted my head to get a better look. "Fits him perfectly, don't it? Long 'n lanky with lotsa hair around it. Ten, eleven inches I'd say. Don't mind admittin' that's why I jacked him off. Just hadda see what stroking a long cock like that felt like. I got 8 inches and it's FAT, and I been strokin' it since I was 12. I gotta tell ya...jerkin' Fletch was worth it...really felt strange handling something that long and skinny. I told these dumbos they oughta try it once, but they're too chicken-shit. Go ahead, man," he cajoled me, "reach under and grab it. See what it feels like. Just make sure he don't come or we might not get ours. Go ahead!" Fletch, of course, heard all of this as he prepared himself for Chuck's hard-driving mouth-fucking. He pushed his cock back between his thighs at me and squeezed his legs tightly together. He didn't say a word, perhaps wary that any sarcastic remark might put me off. With Glenn's pushing, and the visual closeness of the massive piece of meat being offered, nothing he might have said would have stopped me from reaching out to touch his long steely cock. Besides, I had a hardon! A stiff boner always makes me think with less inhibitions. "Ain't that somethin'!" Glenn gushed, almost reverently, as I held the massive dork gingerly in my grip. I let my thumb rub along the thick vein, which because of the position, was on top. "Yeah," I agreed, reaching my other hand forward. Slowly, I freely began to 'play' with The School Queer's oversized dick! "Work those faggy cocksuckin' lips!" Chuck ordered. "That's a straw straight to my balls you're suckin' on. Suck on that knob queer! Ummm. Now lather my shaft...up and down...tease my cream out. Oooh...You're good tonight! Gonna hafta find another faggot to play with your dick while you blow me from now on. Unless Larry back there wants the job!" I knew a challenge when I heard one. I wasn't about to allow Chuck to include me in his little insult game...no matter they were in jest. "Too bad you're such a 'chickenshit' like Glenn says, Chuck," I countered. "But maybe you're right. Feeling a beauty like this, and knowing it's hanging on a cock-suckin' queer, is enough to give any guy an inferiority complex!" Fletch giggled around the cock stuffed in his mouth, enjoying the exchange. But Chuck wasn't easily intimidated. That was his racket. "Only if he judges his studness by the size of his prick!" Chuck blurted. "I'm the guy ready to blast the faggot's tonsils. You're the guy back there playing with his dick! You gonna suck on it next, new buddy? Or did you sneak one already? Ronnie? Fred? Can you guys make out what those two cocksuckers are doing back there...playing with a queer's dick that's probably still got leftover shit on it from the last pansy he butt-fucked! SUCK, ROVER!" I thought Chuck was going a little overboard until I realized that Fletch was still giggling at us. I decided to press forward. "Not my style, Chuck. I don't sneak. If I was gonna lick a guy's dick I'd hafta have a good reason for it. And if I had a good reason, I'd do it out in the open like a man!" Fletch nearly choked at that. So did Glenn. He hadn't said a word since the exchange started. He seemed surprised at my sudden extrovertedness. (A boner, remember?) "And you know what, Chuck? I got a reason. I'm gonna suck on the faggot's big dick 'cause it'll piss you off and because you don't have the nerve to do it yourself! You're not man enough. Open your legs, Fletch," I smacked his ass, "I'm coming under. I don't want Chuck to miss a lick!" "Hey, buddy," Glenn grabbed my arm, "you know what you're doing?" "Sure, I'm gonna have me some fun! I once had the same fears you guys have. I'm gonna show you pussies that it's okay to mess around with another guy without worrying about being queer. It's better than sitting against a wall like a dummy getting a selfish blowjob. Simple give and take. Fletch's gonna give me his cock and I'm gonna take it. Then I'm gonna shove my prick up his asshole and he's gonna take it. You guys can sit around and play with yourselves!" I quickly maneuvered myself under Fletch. He helped... swinging me around until he was spread above me. Humming gleefully, he grabbed for my hard prick. "HEY! What about me?" Chuck cried. "Don't get your panties in an uproar, De Sade," Fletch told him. "I want you horny for this show. I'll blow ya later if you don't pop off in your hand!" The three teenage 'studs' looked at each other in amazement. Glenn did the same, but with a more amused smirk on his face. "You got the longest dick, Fletch," I reconsidered. "You get on the bottom. That poker of yours is liable to nail me to the floorboard. I'm not Linda Lovelace!" "Who?" Freddie asked. "Deep Throat, dummy!" Chuck explained. We switched around. Fletch lost no time in pulling my dangling pecker to his mouth and working it stiff again. I knelt over him, holding his monster, wondering what in the hell my big mouth had gotten me into. The heat from his organ-the soft, satiny rigidness of his leaking prick, and the sensations his mouth was performing on me-was enough to remove any hesitation in tackling the problem. I lowered my head and quickly stuffed the problem in my mouth! I couldn't even take half of it...but the part I was able to manage got a good working over. The rest I soothed with hot tongue action. Knowing four sets of eyes were fixed on me, I enjoyed giving the impression that Fletch's dick was the most delicious thing I'd ever had in my mouth. Then I gave an even better show when I realized that it WAS! We cocksucked for a long time, until his talented mouth started to get to me. "Hold off, Fletch!" I warned. "I'm getting too close!" He pulled off, letting my dick flop around on its own. Caressing my ass, I soon felt hot breath behind my balls. Guessing what he wanted, I beat him to the punch. "Permission granted. DO IT! EAT ME OUT!" I heard several gasps, mine included, when he pulled my ass down onto his face! "GAWD!" cried Ronnie. "HE'S EATING HIS HOLE!!" Now that attention was drawn elsewhere, I contented myself with sucking delightedly on his luscious cock knob. OH! THE THINGS THAT GUY WAS DOING TO MY ASSHOLE! I smiled inside as I heard the telltale squishy sounds of cocks being jacked off as they watched Fletch hungrily suck at my asshole. I don't think they'd ever seen it before, and the sight was probably making their own tight-ass little anuses twitch. I didn't blame them. It was marvelous! "Fletch's gonna do that to ME from now on!" Freddie announced. "Me, too!" Ron agreed. "You can tongue my butt inside out, Fletch, any time you want!" "Then that must look as exciting as it feels, hunh guys?" I asked. Four immediate YEAH!s were heard. "How does that feel, Larry?" Glenn asked. "You wouldn't belieeeeve!" I said breathlessly. "That long tongue of his snaking up my ass is the most fantastic sensation I've ever felt!" "You...you mean he's got his tongue INSIDE?" Freddie hadn't realized the extent of Fletch's probings. "Are you kidding? I Think he's tickling my liver!" I exaggerated. "OOOH, SUCK MY ASSHOLE, FLETCH! Fellas, I'm goin' for broke," I cried. "Anything that feels that good must be fun to do, too!" I put my hands between his legs and grabbed his skinny ass, remembering that rosy anus I'd stared at for so long. "Ronnie! Glenn! Pull these stilts back and hold 'em there!" Obediently, they each grabbed an ankle and pulled Fletch's legs back around me. They also shifted position so they could now watch ME! Craig flinched, groaning up my tunnel. As his ass rose higher, I surveyed it all. I fingered the soft hair in the valley, slowly spreading it apart to fully expose the obscenely pink wrinkled anus. Could I do it? With all those guys watching me? Then the bastard did it again. He made it wink at me! A sudden rush of lust shot through my body. I quickly ducked my head and planted a big wet smooch right on his asshole! His body quivered...or was it mine? "Golly! How's it smell, Larry!" Ronnie inquired, alarmed. "Run your finger over your hole, Ronnie, then smell it yourself! Smells like an ASSHOLE...HOT & SPICY!! Right now it doesn't much matter, cause I'm soon gonna have it sparkling clean!" I went down on it, tongue- out. This time I smelled deeply. The first time I hadn't even thought about it. But I was right! It really was HOT & SPICY! I nestled right in there and licked everything. I lapped the crack, wetting his pubic hair, drawing out the sweat I'd earlier seen glistening there. I ringed his asshole, fluttering my tongue into the wrinkled crevices, loving the feel of the funny flesh on my tongue. I looked around. "I'm licking a guy's asshole, fellas. You know what? IT'S FUCKING GREAT!" Then I tried digging my tongue through the folds...up into his secret place...until I had a couple of inches of tongue probing his rectum. Fletch...Craig Fletcher...The School Queer...who had from the very beginning maintained a cool, slightly distainful, attitude-happy to get what he could from these beautiful, selfish boys-finally lost it. He lost it when I clamped my lips over his puffy anus and began to suck on it! "Oh, you hot-tongued mutherfucker! What a fuckin' stud! Ahhhh! Eat my boypussy, man. Loosen it up. PULL THAT FUCKING HOLE OPEN A LICK IT...get it ready for your big stud cock, baby. I want you to fuck the everlovin' shit outta me! Ride me like a pony! I want you to ram your prick into me so hard I can taste it! Blast your sweet cream right through my guts til it splatters my tongue! Let's do it now. Right after I get another taste of your sweet butthole." He drove his stiff tongue up my ass so far I jerked straight up! Reluctantly, I lifted off. "Turn over," I said pantingly. "I wanna see you in the same position I first saw you. Bet you knew if you kept that hot ass on display long enough, some schmuck like me would come along and find it irresistible, hunh?" "I...I always hoped. I never dreamed I'd be this lucky, though." Craig looked up at me with lust-filled eyes. "Let's do it this way, OK? My legs...they're too long," he chuckled. "You'd have to stand up and stick your head through the roof! Besides, I'd like to see your face while you fuck me. Come on, slide right back down here and plug me. Throw me a hot fuck, Larry. I'll be anything you want me to be. You can pretend I'm a chick...or your own personal slutboy to suck and fuck when you want...anything, man!" I was in position and smiled down at his blathering. "How 'bout just a fuck-buddy?" I suggested. "Hey! That's the best," he grinned. "Besides," I teased, "if I kept you to myself these guys' peckers would wither up and fall off. Except for Glenn, they're so uptight they wouldn't even give a buddy an occasional handjob." "Guess again, Buttbreath!" Chuck piped up. He and Ronnie were snuggled tight against the pillows together, watching us, languidly stroking each other's drooling peckers. We all burst out laughing. "Now climb in the saddle, willya?" Chuck urged, "before I get up and take your place!" Craig Fletcher...The School Queer...pulled his knees back to his chest, offering his well-lubed-and probably well-used- fluttering pink asshole for a thorough drubbing. Larry Dawson ...The New Kid...stroked his cock knob up and down the fleece-lined valley...fully intent on delivering said drubbing. All agreed it was a glorious fuck. Queer...but glorious! For 10 minutes we writhed together in unison-Craig incoherently most of the time...declaring it the best fuck of his life! I knew he was enjoying himself, but suspected some dramatics for the other guys' benefit. When I exploded up his ass, he pulled my face down and kissed me! In the throes of a violent orgasm, I was so unprepared I didn't resist. I stayed hard long enough to keep plowing his ass while Glenn silently offered his services again. He expertly gave the long pole the works while I pounded against Craig's prostate. He even stole a quick lick on the bloated knob, not caring that it didn't go unnoticed. He finished up by laying his head on Craig's belly, letting The School Queer's copious spurtings splash all over his face! He quickly sat up and pumped jizz all over us while he moaned and licked his lips. Exhausted, I slowly retracted my happy, giggling prick from the hot recesses of Craig's slick bung. He dropped his legs and sprung up into a sitting position. One hand around my ass, he grabbed my cum-coated prick and went down on it! Saying thank you for a great fuck, he licked me clean. Even though I'd retrieved it 'clean' from his ass-except for the cum-I sensed that it wouldn't have mattered what condition it was in. That realization, and the extra thrusts I'd given his nubbin, rekindled a sudden burst of lust. "AWWW, SHIT! I'M COMING AGAIN, MAN. DRINK ME!" His eyes sparkled up at me while he gulped down several mouthfuls. Not only was I amazed at having a second orgasm so soon, when he first took my slimy prick in his mouth, Chuck and Ron were so aghast they spritzed all over each other-still 'beating off a buddy'! "Got ya a little excited there, hunh fellas?" I teased them. "I didn't have the heart to tell ya that except for cum and a little assjuice my cock came out clean. I hope that doesn't fuck up any jack-off fantasies you're planning for later. If it does...well, I could be lying!" That left Freddie quietly sitting in the corner in a daze slowly stroking his cock in a manner that showed he didn't want to come. He just wanted to play with himself, reviewing all he'd seen over and over again. He was hardly aware we were watching. "Freddie?" Craig inquired quietly, not wanting to 'crash' his reveries. "Fred? Show's over, man...both of 'em. We gotta get out of here." "Hunh?" he asked, confused. Craig scooted over to him on his belly. "I said lift your legs, Baby. Your fuck buddy Fletch is gonna lick your asshole while you shoot all over yourself!" "I...I..." he slowly grasped Craig's words. "Ohhh, wow!" he slowly whispered, then eagerly slithered to his back and lifted his legs. Freddie-the uptight guy who wouldn't even let Fletcher lick his balls-was exposing his ass eagerly. Craig pulled the butt to his face and exaggeratedly licked up and down the lightly- haired ass valley, making loudly obscene slurping noises. He grabbed Freddy's dick and pumped it himself, then concentrated on his anus, alternating sucking it into his mouth and thrusting his tongue up the writhing kid's pungent virginity! "Awwww...FLETCH!" he said in a long, slow drawl, all breath leaving his body. He grabbed his dick back and began really pounding it, shooting all over himself in probably the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced! We dressed quickly to haul ass out of there. I said I'd drop Craig off at his car. "Man, I'm sure happy Glenn stumbled onto you tonight!" He gushed. "Yeah, I'm glad you were there, too," I smiled. "So...was it rough in Portland?" he asked. "Hunh? Uh, what do you mean?" "You know...being The School Queer?" "H-h-how did you know?" I stammered. 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