Matt was one lucky guy. He thought to himself with a goofy grin as he realized what was happening. Matt was lying on his back, and a beautiful 18-year-old swimmer was riding his 14-year-old, 4-inch penis. The college freshman's moans and increasing speed indicated that he was nearing his climax. At the same time, the penetration of his shapely ass was bringing Matt unbearably close to his own. While this was happening, an incredibly cute, just-turned-14 boy named Cal was in pure ecstasy as Matt gave him his first blowjob. Cal was straddling Matt's chest, his 4-inch penis completely inside Matt's mouth, a sight that both stunned and incredibly aroused the eighth-grader. Matt held Cal's hairless testicles and slid his mouth from the tip of the boy's penis to the base, where his nose came to rest in the sparse patch of not-quite-peach-colored down and not-quite-full pubic hair. The 17-year-old named Connor sat on Matt's crotch, facing Cal's back, watching his smooth, firm buttocks relax and contract as Matt worked his teenage cock.
Cal felt Matt's smile around his beautiful uncircumcised penis and looked down at him. He returned a genuine smile and searched for words to express how grateful he was to be there without sounding too gay. Cal had never dreamed of fooling around with other boys until a boy as admired and popular as Matt asked him if he'd like to.
“You’re a cool guy, Matt.” Cal thought those words got the message across pretty well. The irony in Cal’s choice of words made Matt smile even more, considering that just a few weeks ago he was…
But before he could get too lost in thought, Connor cried out in a desperate voice, "Matt, I think I'm going to come. Fuck me harder, bro!" Matt readily obliged. He grabbed Cal's buttocks, pulled Cal closer to his face, and began thrusting into Connor's hole with all his might. This brought all three boys to the brink of climax, where their sexual arousal seemed to linger for a moment, prolonging the pain and pleasure. Until Cal, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt his first orgasm, inexorably caused by someone other than himself, build, he let out a single involuntary cry, much higher than his normal eighth-grade voice. This one uncontrolled sexual noise was too much for either Matt or Connor, and both came in overwhelmingly intense orgasms.
Every time Matt thrust into Connor, he hit the spot that drove him wild. The sight of the muscles in Cal's 14-year-old ass contracting and relaxing was the second blow, and the super-sweet sound Cal made was the final nail in Connor's coffin. Without even touching his 6-inch cock once, he shot string after string of college-boy cum up and down all over Cal, God knows where. Shots two through six slammed into Cal's slightly toned back and ran down his asshole onto Matt's chest. The rest dripped onto Matt's six-pack abs, forming a pool of cum in his belly button. Meanwhile, Connor's contracting anus was pushing Matt over the edge. To say this was one of the most intense orgasms of Matt's life wouldn't be fair, because they all seem to be these days, but this one was definitely on the high end. His body jerked in a slight U-shape, and the whole world seemed to stop. His penis pumped as much watery semen as possible (which was nowhere near the thick spurt Connor had just unleashed) into Connor's waiting ass. He really couldn't control his body movements. But somehow he was alert enough to still want to make Cal feel good, but his body wasn't cooperating. As it turned out, that wasn't necessary. Matt contorted himself into a U-shape and shoved Cal's 10 centimeters as far into Matt's mouth as he could, and then some. That, combined with Matt's mouth clamping Cal's penis like a vise, was too much. The pleasure in his penis intensified, approaching and then exceeding the point Cal was used to reaching when he was alone. It kept growing until he literally thought he was going to explode. And then he did. He felt the most intense pleasure a human being could possibly feel. His penis throbbed so violently he thought it was going to snap. The first three spasms squirted small amounts of watery, thin, clear semen into Matt's waiting mouth. The remaining spasms were equally strong and pleasurable, but accomplished nothing.
The three boys remained drenched in sweat and covered in Connor's thick semen for a moment. The afterglow of their orgasms was almost as pleasurable as the climax itself. Cal was the first to snap back to reality. He looked down at Matt and saw his face after the orgasm. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face relaxed in blissful delight. That, combined with his own cock still in Matt's mouth, was too much. He burst out laughing. Matt pulled himself together, realizing why Cal was laughing, and started laughing too. He pushed him off his chest and sent him sprawling to the ground, where he continued laughing. Gasping for air, he managed to say, "You've got COCK BREATH!" and then continued laughing hysterically.
Connor grinned and shook his head. "You guys are retarded... Pass me the bowl, brother."
Matt reached for the still-glowing pipe on his nightstand and handed it to Connor, who took a long, deep drag. He exhaled, sending a thick cloud of weed smoke into the air as he lifted from Matt's slowly softening glans. Cal stopped laughing as he watched Connor pull away from Matt, his face a picture of serious concentration. And then he burst out laughing again. "And you've got a cum-filled ass!!" Now all three of them started laughing.
A few minutes later, Connor checked the time on his phone. "Damn it, guys, I have classes tonight, I gotta go." Connor frantically began searching for his clothes amidst the chaos of the three boys' outfits scattered on the floor. "Matt, let me know if you need more weed, okay?"
"Sounds good, man," said Matt as Connor grabbed his clothes and jogged out the door to his car.
Cal, still naked and semi-erect, watched him from his seat on the floor. "So he's not letting you pay at all?" Cal asked Matt incredulously.
"No, he just wants to mess around every now and then, and in return I get as much weed as I want."
"That's crazy, man..." Cal smiled and shook his head. He wanted to say something else, but the feelings the weed stirred in him made him sink into his own happy thoughts. He admired Matt so much. All the kids and teachers at school liked him. He was super smart without even trying, and he was great at pretty much every sport. And the coolest thing about him was that the older kids seemed to like him too. They were always inviting him to parties, giggling and booing him. Everyone at school knew he'd dated pretty much every popular girl, and everyone liked him, but they'd also seen him hanging out with older girls back in high school. But the weird thing was, nobody really knew for sure, because he never bragged about anything, and if you asked him, he'd just smile and shrug.
The combination of weed and the incredible afterglow of orgasm made both boys feel really good. Cal had never smoked weed or received oral sex before, so Matt decided to let Cal wind down a little longer with that peaceful smile on his face. While Cal wound down, Matt took in his amazing body. He was still leaning against the wall where he'd landed when Matt had pushed him off his chest, and his penis was still semi-erect, twitching with every heartbeat. He had the body of an athletic boy who'd just hit puberty, but then puberty seemed to change its mind. He had a ten-centimeter-long, uncircumcised penis, which he kept obsessively clean after years of constant (and embarrassing) reminders from his parents. And his testicles were still pretty small and hairless. In fact, the only hair he had on his body was the dark blond hair on his head, a few strands under his armpits, and the small patch of not-quite-peachy fuzz, not-quite-pubic hair, above his penis. Since puberty seemed to have changed Cal's mind, he didn't have the toned physique he deserved for his hard work in soccer. Instead, his stomach was flat but undefined, he had an incredibly cute butt that most girls would kill for, and slightly swollen nipples the size of quarters. His face was, in a word, perfect, Matt thought. Even though he'd just turned 14, he still had the face of a teenager. His dark blond hair was medium-length and combed to the right, he had dark brown eyes, a cute chin, and straight white teeth framed by full lips. Matt smiled as he recalled conversations where Cal had complained about his delayed development. One welcome consequence of this was that while many of Cal's classmates did indeed grow hair in places where Cal had none, their faces were also covered in acne. Cal's skin was smooth and flawless.
"Hey man, the pipe's still a little green. Do you want to smoke a little more and then jump in the shower?" Matt asked Cal.
Cal snapped out of his reverie with a silly grin. "How lucky am I to have a boy like Matt as my friend?" he thought. Cal wasn't exactly popular at school, but he wasn't an outcast either. He was just average. The adults thought he was cute, but the girls always seemed to pass him by. Not in a bad way, but simply because he looked too young compared to the other eighth graders.
Cal studied the head for a moment and said, "Sure. Let's do it." Smoking weed was something Cal had never even dreamed of. Like many kids, he'd grown up surrounded by hypocritical adults who told him how bad it was and that he should stay away from it. But then, with a little persuasion, Matt had convinced Cal to try it. Now Cal cursed everyone who had warned him against something so great and fun.
Matt took the pipe and went into the bathroom, Cal following him. He stopped in front of the large mirror above the sink and said, "Watch yourself in the mirror so you don't fiddle with it as much as last time, man," as he handed Cal the pipe. Cal took the pipe and awkwardly tried to light the lighter and take a puff at the same time.
"It doesn't help that he's totally high," Matt thought, watching his friend's reflection in the mirror as he fumbled with the bowl. As Cal struggled, Matt took in the contrast between the two bodies in front of him. While Cal's body was just entering puberty, Matt's was already well into it. His arms and shoulders were muscular and defined, he had pecs every teenager envied, and on top of that, he had a six-pack. However, he was as thin as Cal, and while his muscles were exceptionally strong, they weren't particularly massive, being only 14, of course (sort of). He had an extremely handsome, youthful face that girls of all ages adored, with medium-length brown hair that exuded a fresh, awakening quality. Matt's circumcised penis looked enormous compared to Cal's, even though it was actually only 1 inch longer. It was wider, though, and the light hair on his testicles and the small patch of pubic hair above his penis made him look considerably more mature. Matt had never made out with an uncircumcised boy before and loved the way Cal's foreskin hung over his smooth testicles. Looking at Cal's package, Matt decided to experiment a little with the boy's foreskin in the shower. At this thought, even though he had just had a mind-blowing orgasm, Matt felt a tingling in his testicles and realized he would be rock hard again in seconds if he didn't calm down.
"You get hard so fast at that age," Matt thought. To avoid getting carried away, Matt reluctantly tore his gaze away from Cal's youthful body and focused on the boy's futile attempts to light the pipe. He had only burned his fingers and spilled a little weed.
Grinning, Matt picked up the grass Cal had spilled and put it back in the pipe. Then he stood behind Cal, took the boy's hands in his, and showed him how to hold it properly. As he reached forward to grab the hand holding the lighter, Cal's bodies touched. Matt's taut stomach pressed against Cal's back, and his already erect penis nestled between Cal's smooth, plump buttocks. Cal enjoyed the accidental embrace and leaned back against his friend. Matt grinned even wider and started reciting the sevens in his head. It didn't work.
As Matt took his hand from Cal's holding the bowl and lit the lighter for him, Cal's penis quickly swelled to its full 5 inches. Matt enjoyed the sensation of his penis rubbing against Cal's ass crack, and judging by Cal's rapidly swelling member, he enjoyed it too. But Matt remained focused on his task. He lowered the lighter into the bowl and said, "Okay, buddy, now take a big drag." Cal did as he was told, exhaled, and handed it to Matt.
With that rush, Cal felt like he was on another planet. His whole body felt sensational, electrified. The feeling of being so close to Matt, seeing his cock rubbing between his buttocks, was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He pressed himself even closer to Matt's body, savoring his touch and warmth. Whether Matt was gay or straight didn't matter to him at that moment. He simply wanted to be close to another human being.
He handed Matt the bowl and went to the shower. Matt finished his weed and blew the rest into the toilet. Matt noticed his totally high friend staring at a floor tile with his mouth half open and did what any good friend would do. He gave him a boob twist. Cal half-squealed, half-laughed, and then shoved Matt into the shower. What followed was a boob-twisting contest the likes of which no one had ever seen. Both guys laughed hysterically, enjoying the filthy feeling of being naked, horny, and totally high. But then Matt turned Cal around and started soaping up his back. When it was nice and slippery, he began rubbing and massaging it.
Cal calmed down and enjoyed his friend's gentle massage. Before, Cal would have dismissed the idea of friends doing something like that as gay. But Matt had pointed out that afternoon that the girls at school just weren't as hot as the boys. There was no getting around it. A guy like Matt went out with all the pretty girls, but most of them did nothing more than make out, even for a cool guy like him. Cal allowed himself to think back to that school day while his friend massaged his back… Earlier that day
About 20 boys from the 7th and 8th grades played a football match during their PE lesson. Since this was their only opportunity to let off steam that school day, they all gave it their best shot. Because of the unusually warm September weather, most of the boys wore thin T-shirts and sports shorts, making the lesson feel more like another day of summer vacation than a mandatory exercise. All the boys played diligently and were having fun, but one boy quickly took control of the game.
Although he had never played competitive football before, Matt had become the heart of his team. With his unusual athletic talent for his age, Matt stole balls, defended, and scored goals seemingly at will. He was so good, in fact, that he decided to take it easy so as not to draw too much attention to himself. Although he had only arrived at the school at the beginning of September, the whole school already admired him for his athletic abilities and his easygoing, friendly nature, but he didn't want to overdo it.
The opposing team lost possession, giving Matt's team the ball. In a gesture he found both flattering and amusing, the boy on his team who had stolen the ball immediately passed it to Matt. Normally, boys of that age find teamwork a little difficult, but everyone liked and respected Matt so much that he got the ball right away, even though he hadn't tried to ask for it.
Matt charged down the field, leaving most of the defenders in his wake. He approached the goal, with only one defender standing in his way. The defender was a younger boy, a seventh grader, stuck in defense because he wasn't as good as the eighth graders. Matt knew he could easily outmaneuver the smaller boy and score an easy goal, but Matt knew the boy. He was a cute boy named Sean, who was teased for being shorter. He had short blond hair and light freckles on his cheeks. His blue eyes seemed almost unnaturally bright in contrast to his fair hair and skin. He wore a charming expression of focused determination as he considered how to stop Matt from scoring. Matt knew his team was already far ahead and there was no danger of losing, so he decided to boost the boy's confidence. He let Sean come forward and slide the ball away. Matt did a slightly theatrical dive, and Sean passed the ball to one of his teammates. Matt got up, jogged over to the smaller boy, and said, "Hey Sean, good play, dude!"
Sean was speechless for a moment, as he wasn't used to being noticed by older, popular kids. Then his face lit up, and with a big smile he said, "Thanks, Matt!" Matt smiled back and jogged back to rejoin the game.
A few minutes later, the PE teacher told the boys to go back to the locker room and change. The summery feeling of freedom and fun abruptly gave way to a feeling of fear and misery as the boys trudged back to the school building and the monotony of class. Matt was just taking a drink from his water bottle when he heard a voice say, "I saw what you did with Sean. That was really cool, man." Matt looked down and saw a boy walking beside him whose name he knew as Cal. Cal had been on Matt's team, but aside from the basic communication on the field, the two hadn't spoken to each other at school.
Matt tried his best not to look surprised. "I don't know what you're talking about, man. That kid should be on the Olympic team, he's a beast," Matt said with a sarcastic smile.
“Yes, all 30 kilos of his,” said Cal, making both boys laugh. “By the way, I’m Cal.”
“Matt,” said Matt as he shook Cal’s hand.
Meanwhile, the boys had reached the changing room and sat down on the bench to take off their shoes.
"You're really on fire today. Why don't you try for the school team? We could really use you," Cal asked, taking off his socks.
Matt laughed: “I’ve never played football. Except for romping around in the garden or in PE class. That’s why.”
Cal shook his head. "That's okay, you're a natural. Come on, man, give it a try. We need a good striker."
"I don't know, man." Matt was about to say no when Cal pulled off his athletic shorts, revealing a pair of plaid boxer shorts that were a size too small. Probably an older pair from last year or so. These boxer shorts perfectly accentuated Matt Cal's wonderfully round, firm buttocks and outlined a small pouch in the front. After staring for a fraction of a second too long, Matt changed his mind. "Okay, I'll do it."
"Great! The tryout starts at 2 p.m. See you down there." As Cal said this, Matt was taking off his shirt. Now it was Cal's turn to stare at Matt's toned arms, shoulders, and six-pack. When Cal couldn't tear his gaze away, Matt realized this was going to be interesting.
Matt's day was fairly uneventful until the penultimate period. It was science class, and no one in the class was paying much attention to the teacher's monotonous lecture about gravity. Matt was just about to doze off when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He held it under the table so he could see it, but the teacher couldn't. It was a text message from an unknown number. The message brought a wide grin to his face. It was a selfie of the girl two rows away. In the picture, the girl, whose name was Nicole, was topless, her left nipple sticking out from under her bra. The caption read: "I think you're cute."
Matt glanced over at Nicole. She too had a wide grin on her face, but she was looking straight ahead, pretending to listen to the teacher. She was a very cute girl. She had long dark hair, tanned skin, and green eyes. Rumor had it at school that she used contraception, which, given her enormous breasts for an eighth grader, was quite believable.
"I think you're pretty cute too," Matt wrote back.
