FratBrats 3/7 (mm/teen/mutual masturbation)
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"Welcome to the contest, bro's," Blake whispered hornily.
Ryan began dreaming up rules to go by. "Okay, first, nobody
measures himself, so you can't cheat. I'll do Blake first." He reached out
and curled his fingers around the boy's burning, throbbing shaft, curved
slightly upward. "And we measure em all exactly the same way. Bend it down
long and straight as it'll get, ruler along the top, jammed into the dude's
pubes as far as you can go." Billy and Sean were now slightly groping their
crotches some as they watched Ryan push Blake's thick hardon down so it
stuck straight out, the skin tight, his wet dickhead leaking all over Ryan's
hand. He was breathing real hard and shakily now as his buddy fingered his
boner while he slid the ruler down tight into his dark curls and held it
firmly to the shaft. "And then you measure it holding the whole rod pressed
right into the ruler so the curve doesn't make it measure shorter. Then ya
read it at the furthest point it makes it to right at the tip." The boys
leaned in slightly, expectantly, as Ryan looked carefully at the wet
piss-slit of Blake's hardon pressed to the ruler. "And . . . of course . .
. since it's a contest, like Blake said . . . there's a prize." He looked
up grinning into Blake's fiery eyes: "biggest gets beat off by anybody he
wants, right?" Blake grinned back lustily at him. "Right!" "Eight and two
tenths, Blake. Big dick, bro."
Blake smiled broadly and looked around at his frat brothers while
Ryan felt his shaft up and down once more before letting go. "So which one
of you's gonna gimme the handjob, huh? Lessee. . . ." He grinned at Ryan
again with a dirty, knowing look.
Ryan just smiled and held out the ruler. "Somebody do me now.
Here, Billy, you do it. If you just go for it you'll loosen up, man.
C'mon, this is cool. It doesn't make you a fag or anything, man. It's just
for fun. Just this once." He poked Billy in the chest with the ruler, and
the younger boy slowly took it from his grasp, feeling awkward: "I dunno . .
"--and smallest has to jerk off everybody else," Ryan interrupted,
enjoying himself as he kept creating his game.
"Have you done this before or something," said Sean. "And what's
all this shit about jerking each other off anyway," he added defensively
while trying not to think about why he was getting so fucking stiff.
"It's no contest if there's no risk, right?" Ryan slapped Sean on
the shoulder. "Don't be a wuss, dude. Besides, with a woody like that, it
don't look like it's bothering you all that much anyway, bud." He reached
over and squeezed Sean's stiffy through his briefs. "C'mon, bro, it'll be
cool. Just this once. Besides, we all get off smackin' the dong in bed
every night anyway, listenin' to each other sloshin' around in the
handlotion. It's not like there's that much to hide."
It was true. Not long after they had moved into this room in the
house, all four boys had caught each other jerking off in the bathroom or
even right here on a bed when another came home unexpectedly. And they
always seemed to be springing hardons. They had finally just started to
joke about how they all needed a good whackoff every day, and eventually
they had taken up a nightly ritual of tossing around a bottle of handlotion
from bed to bed in the dark, each boy masturbating in his own bed but
listening to the others as their wet fingers slipped up and down their
burning rods. Still, it had never gone anywhere near this far before.
But Ryan was insistent about it happening this time. "Listen, Sean,
we'd be buffin' our bats ourselves in a little while anyway, and a different
hand'll feel cool just for a change. It's only this once. Why, you
chicken? Think yer gonna lose?"
Sean felt Ryan rub his cock a little more before he let go. He
finally laughed softly, feeling safe so long as he'd had to be talked into
it. "What the fuck. Okay."
Ryan turned back to Billy, looking deep in the other's eyes. "C'mon,
kid, quit worrying about it all and just measure me, fucker." Billy's face
was reddening badly as Ryan whipped off his underwear, his long, straight,
slender cock sticking up at a 45 degree angle toward Billy's face. Billy
just sat there a moment looking at the throbbing boner in front of him.
Slowly his hand began to reach out hesitantly. He too was still scared of
the other boys finding out how much he really wanted to do this, how much he
really liked dick.
Suddenly Sean chimed in, sounding hornier: "yeah, go ahead and grab
it, man." Ryan and Blake both looked at Sean's lust-filled eyes as he
looked intently at Ryan's long baseball bat. He wished he had a dick like
Ryan's, almost as much as Blake's. Fuck, he was starting to feel like he
wanted to grab the fucking thing himself, play with it, make it squirt. His
own young surferboy rod was really poking his briefs out all the way now.
Seeing his buddy's beautiful total boner right up close like that had made
all his secret dirty feelings about other boys come welling up to the
Finally Billy reached out and carefully put a fingertip on the head
of Ryan's cock and slowly bent the high-pointing dick downward until it
poked straight out. "Yeah, do it, buddy," Ryan breathed, hot and horny at
getting his dick felt. The boy's fingers fiddled with the big narrow
dickhead as he tried to hold it in place from bobbing around so much while
laying the ruler on top of the shaft. "Dude, you gotta make it hold more
still, Ryan, so I can get it right," he managed to say in a near whisper.
"Can't help ya, bud. The fucker always bounces like that when I'm
on the bone this hard, man." Billy curled his fingers around the underside
of the long thin shaft, gripping all the way around it to the ruler, pulling
the stick down harder against the top of the pulsing boner. "At least it
doesn't curve at all so we can get the measurement real good," Ryan said as
he watched carefully. With his other hand, Billy cupped the boy's
low-hanging baseball nuts while using the fingertips to hold the end of the
ruler tight into Ryan's thin, dark-blond pubes. "Okay, guess we're ready,"
said Ryan. "So how long is it, man?"
Billy leaned down close and looked carefully at the gaping red tip
as he whiffed in the sweaty jockboy smell of Ryan's crotch. "Eight and . .
. four tenths. Fuck! You're bigger than Blake is, Ryan!" The bronzed
baseball player chuckled and looked up at Blake who was staring open-
mouthed: "so who's gonna give *me* the handjob, huh?" Ryan laughed again
as Billy and Sean joined in.
"No . . . fucking . . . way," protested Blake. "Gimme that fuckin'
thing," he exclaimed as he grabbed the ruler away from Billy. He gripped
Ryan's hardon in his big fist and handled it roughly, bending and pressing
it against the ruler and checking for himself. "Fuck, dude. You *are*
bigger than me." He dropped the ruler and felt along the long dick for a
minute, up and down all over it, as the other boy's watched him admiring
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