Danny Boy30 minutes of an awesome read

Dan figured he was just “one of the guys” at his small, mid-western college—nothing special, not especially goodlooking, certainly no ladykiller, not an all-A student, not a letterman athlete, none of those important things, just one of the guys.

Sure, he’d checked himself out in the locker room mirror. He had mouse-colored hair that didn’t stay in place, a face that was neither handsome nor ugly, a body that wasn’t muscle-pumped or scrawny, and a cock–

Okay, so he’d compared his dick with the others in the gym shower room, some bigger and some smaller, some clipped and some hooded, some with an awful lot of hair at the base and some with damn little, some with heavy, free-swinging balls and some with tight-sacked little ones.

Yeah, Dan was just one of the guys, but it sure bothered him when he had those crazy dreams at night about his schoolmates and woke up with that crusty stuff all over the sheets. Then Al and Rocky’d come along and invited Dan to go on a weekend camping trip with them and Cliff!

All four of them were in the same year class at school, but all of a sudden, Dan wasn’t just one of the plain, nothing guys. Dam it. Cliff and Al and Rocky were big wheels on campus!

So it was Saturday morning, and Dan was backpacking into the woods with his three newfound pals.

Awww. man!

Cliff led the way along the narrow dirt trail. He was tall, blond and easy going, and he was a letterman on the varsity football team. His pack rode high on his massive, shirted shoulders, and his hiking shorts bound to his rounded butt and thick thighs. Second in line, Dan couldn’t help noticing how Cliff’s asscheeks rose and fell with his steady gait and how the leg muscles flexed and shifted beneath the bronzed flesh.

Dan thought about how he must look, dressed in an old shin and Levi’s, trying to match Cliff’s stride and wishing he was rugged-built the way the burly blond was.

Nuts!

Glancing back, Dan saw Al and Rocky loafing along behind him, snickering and poking at each other playfully. Rocky had short-clipped black hair and harsh-cut features, rough-and-tough, and his tee-shirt and shorts outlined his husky physique. On the other hand. Al was swimmer-built with sandy hair and wide shoulders, his lean torso tapering to his slim waist and hips.

Rocky clapped one hand to Al’s crotch.

Heck, Dan’d seen guys in school do that, squirreling around, balls-grabbing, but Al just stood there, taking it without flinching. Nobody messed with Dan that way! Gosh, no!

“Break-time!” Cliff called, dropping beside the trail, and he grinned at the young man following him. “How’re you doing, Danny?”

“Huffing and puffing,” Dan admitted, hunkering beside the blond athlete. Heck, nobody called him ‘Danny’, but it was sort of neat, coming from Cliff. “I’m not a mountain goat like you.”

“You’re doing fine. Like I knew you would.”

“Thanks.” He saw Cliff spread his legs, and there was a big bulge showing down his left thigh. Maybe Cliff wasn’t wearing anything under his shorts. Dan was wearing Jockeys because he’d always worn Jockeys. “How much farther?”

“Just over the next hill.” He shifted to Al and Rocky as they joined them.

“Cool off, you fuckers.”

“We’re just warmin’ up,” Rocky tough-growled the way he always did, and Dan noticed that the front of his shorts was tightly packed. “Remember when we brought Jerry up here for a weekend?”

“Damn, that was a ball!” Al laughed, stripping off his pack and showing his lean, tanned physique as he raised his shirt and mopped his face. “Think this one will be as good, Cliff?”

“I’m counting on it.” Cliff answered, and he gave Dan a full smile. “How about you, Danny?”

“Sure.”

“Hey, Cliff,” Al went on. “What’re we having for chow tonight?”

“I’ve got somethin’ you can eat if you’re hungry,” Rocky growled, pawing his mounded crotch suggestively. “Want it, pal?”

Dan tried not to stare. Okay, he’d heard guys in the locker room talk like that, just joking, kidding about cocksuckers and all, and that’s what Rocky was doing, just kidding.

“I brought stuff to make a pot of stew,” Cliff said, ignoring Rocky’s remarks, and he swung to his feet. “Let’s get moving.”

Once again. Cliff took the lead. Yeah, he was what everyone called ‘a natural leader’. Dan fell in behind him, wishing he were wearing shorts and hiking boots like the rest of the guys instead of Levi s and tennis shoes No matter what. Dan just went on being average. In back of him, he could hear Rocky and Al, probably sex-talking and horsing around, not giving a damn about what they said and did.

Nuts!

Dan followed Cliff up an easy rise, and the football hero cut off into the thick undergrowth. The bushes whipped back against Dan’s face and body, and he fought to keep up with the athlete’s dogged pace. Then they were in a broad, grass-covered clearing, a rock-rimmed fire-pit at one side, a slow moving creek opposite, the entire site shielded by brush and trees.

“Gee!” Dan exclaimed. “This is great’”

“It’s private,” Cliff acknowledged. “Nobody can see or hear what we do.” He peeled off his backpack. “Pick out your space before Al and Rocky get here.”

Dan wanted to spread his blankets near to Cliff s, but maybe that wouldn’t be right. He went to the other side of the clearing and unpacked; then Al and Rocky showed up, taking the space between Dan and Cliff.

“I’m going to take a hike,” Cliff announced.

“Want company?” Dan asked, maybe too eager.

“No.”

“Swim-time,” Rocky declared as soon as the rugged blond was gone. “Let’s go, guys.”

The black-haired athlete was already barefoot, and he peeled off his tee-shirt. Solid muscles arched beneath his tanned skin, and a smear of dark silk washed over his full-arched chest, weightlifter-built. He dropped his shorts, and a jockstrap bound to his swarthy hips.

Yeah, that was why he’d shown that solid mound under his shorts.

Heck. Dan’d seen plenty of his schoolmates wearing nothing but jocks in the locker room, but there was something fascinating about the way Rocky stripped his down, thumbs hooked inside the waistband, releasing his cock and balls, almost like he was showing off what he had.

Al took off his clothes carelessly. His bone-tipped shoulders gave way to the slick, hard plates of his chest, and his torso narrowed in a classic “V”. He had been naked under his shorts, and he fumbled his ivory- columned prick and loosened testicles as he sauntered toward the creek.

Dan wasn’t shy about undressing in front of his new pals, but he knew darn well what they’d see. He knew he wasn’t tall and blond and football-player-built like Cliff; he wasn’t chunky and weightlifter-muscled like Rocky, he wasn’t lean and swimmer-trim like Al. In comparison, Dan felt just average.

Okay, so he had a pretty good set of muscles, and he was growing hair on his chest, and his cock—yeah, that wasn’t average, the way it acted, swelling up and shooting cum in a wet dream.., darn it, lettermen like Cliff and Al and Rocky probably didn’t worry about sex-things like that. Dan tried not to think about sex, and he dashed into the creek, diving and surfacing, rinsing off the sweat he’d worked up on the trail, catching a glimpse of Rocky and Al splashing each other and horsing around.

Man, it felt good, skinny-dipping with his buddies!

Al’s pale, tight-rounded ass rose and fell as he swam, water sluicing down his back and into the narrow cleft between his buns, and Rocky pounded back and forth across the creek with short, chopping strokes. What a great pair of guys!

Rocky was the first to haul out of the creek, and when Dan followed a few minutes later, he found the muscle-builder sprawled on his back on the grass.

“Want a towel, Rocky?’’

“I dig dryin off in th’ sun “ He viewed Dan’s nakedness openly, then nodded to the ground beside him. “Try it.”

“Sure.” He stretched out next to Rocky, folding his arms behind his head, and the warm sunlight washed over his body. “Gee, this is terrific.’’

“Yeah.” Rocky ran one hand over his burly chest, then reached down to toy with his genitals. “There’s nothin’ like goin’ bareass an’ cuttin’ loose, huh?”

“No lie.” Dan wasn’t sure what Rocky meant about cutting loose. “I’m glad you guys invited me to come along this weekend.”

“We’re goin’t’ have a ball, right?”

Again, Dan didn’t know just what Rocky meant, but before he could answer. Al came loafing from the creek, palm-wiping his trim body and flopping on his back on the other side of Dan.

“Hot damn!” the swimmer chuckled. “That dip got me turned on.”

“Everthin’ gets you turned on,” Rocky snorted. “Horny, chum?”

“I’m always horny.” Al grasped his prick and began pumping it. “I wish Jerry was here. He’s real good at taking care of a buddy.”

“Hey!” Dan stared at the ivory flesh column stiffening in Al’s fist. “What’re you doing?”

“You know damn well what he’s doin’.” Rocky snickered. “I bet you beat your meat plenty.”

“Gosh, no.” Dan objected. “It isn’t good for a guy.”

“Bullshit!” Al grabbed Dan’s heavy dick and jerked it rhythmically. “Let’s see you get it up.”

“Cut it out!” He struggled to escape, only to have Rocky roll over and pin him down. “Let go of me!”

“Relax an’ enjoy it,” Rocky urged with a laugh. “We’re goin’ t’ pop your load, buddy.”

Dan groaned, unable to escape as Al coaxed his ram to throbbing hardness.

“Goddamn! “the swimmer exclaimed. “Look at that iron stand up!”

“Show him your speciality, Al.”

“You bet!”

Dan watched with disbelief as the youth shifted to crouch between his spread legs, raising Dan’s hard-on to his lips, nibbling at the tip, tongue washing the swollen crown, taking it into his warm, spit-swirling mouth.

Cocksucker!

Yeah. Dan’d heard the guys in the locker room joke or brag about getting blow-jobs, but he’d never thought an athlete like Al—

“Good, huh?” Rocky asked Dan in an intimate whisper. “Man, that’s th’ way a buddy takes care of a pal.” He twisted over to kneel straddling Dan’s chest, his inflamed prick speared toward the youth’s upturned face. “Try it, chum.”

“No!”

“Suck my meat, damn it!”

Dan saw the clear liquid bubbling from the mallet-rounded cockhead. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaws shut. Then he felt the hard-on slap against his face and the stickiness bathe his lips For the first time, he inhaled the musky scent of a male crotch He thrashed futilely, trying to free himself from his two assailants. Then, seconds later. Al’s skilled suctioning paid off. Aggghhhhh… cum!!

The first explosion seemed to rip up from every part of Dan’s body, centering at his groin and spewing out, and he wanted to scream in ecstasy. No, if he opened his mouth, he’d get Rocky’s cock shoved into it!

Another burst, and another… Al must be swallowing that stuff… more… more… like all the wet dreams Dan’d ever had rolled into one… more!!

Finally exhausted, Dan trembled with the aftershocks of his climax and sank into the secret world of forbidden satisfaction that always followed, and he was only vaguely aware that his still quivering prick had been licked clean and released.

“He damn near drowned me.” That was Al, far-off somewhere. “Want me to punch his nuts until he sucks you, Rocky?”

“I’ve got a better idea.” Rocky sank back. “Get some rope an’ my jockstrap.”

Dan blinked back to reality and saw Rocky sitting cock-hot on his chest. Then Al was back, grinning and yanking Dan’s hands up and tying them together. The two of them must’ve gone nuts!

Dan opened his mouth to yell for help, and the pouch of Rocky’s jock was jammed into it, gagging him with the elastic cup that had collected the sweat and stink from the weightlifter’s genitals. Too late, he tried to spit it out. Then the strap was knotted behind his head, stifling his cries.

“Now what?” Al asked.

“One guess,” Rocky answered coolly. “If Dan don’t want t’ suck, we’ll teach him another way t’ take care of his buddies.” He nodded toward the other side of the clearing. “Over there. An’ bring th’ grease.”

“Yeah!”

Dan didn’t understand what was going on. These two athletes were his pals, but now they had him tied and gagged and were hauling him across the grass. They stretched him out face-down over a log, and Rocky sat on his back, grinding his bared torso into the the rough bark.

“You can’t suck with that jock in your mouth,” the weightlifter told Dan. “So we’ll just have t’ treat you t’ a different kind of action. Al, you lead off.”

The swimmer knelt, cupping the cheeks of Dan’s tail and spreading them, but it wasn’t until Dan felt the slick, arrow-tipped hardness center on his exposed asshole that he realized what was in store for him. He was going to be fucked in the butt!

Dan’s terrorized scream was muffled in the gag, and the pressure increased against the tender opening until—

ARRRGGGGHHHHH!

He howled at the stabbing fire, trying to buck Rocky’s weight from his back, and he hoped he’d pass out so he wouldn’t remember what was happening. , He didn’t pass out.

“Relax, Dan.” Al murmured “It’ll go easier if you do.”

“Shit!” Rocky exploded. “Screw th’ hell outa him! That’s what I’m goin’ t’ do!”

Dan felt his asshole yield to the invader, and he groaned as it thrust, drew back slightly, humped deeper and deeper, sliding into his guts, all the way, wire-haired crotch against taut buns… pumping… fucking!

Awww, it had to be a wet dream nightmare!

Rocky and Al had Dan bound and gagged and doubled over a log in the woods, and Rocky was holding him in place while Al plowed his tail.., and Dan was throwing another hard-on!

“Man!” Al hissed, gripping Dan’s hips for support. “This stud is virgin-tight!”

“Hell be wide open when we’re through with him!”

No longer struggling. Dan seemed to be floating in a strange, new world. From a great distance, he heard Al’s climactic cries, and he knew the swimmer’s cum must be spurting into him. Hey. maybe he’d unloaded at the same time!

But Al and Rocky and Cliff were his buddies.

Sure, Al’d swallowed Dan’s cream.

Al’s weary prick slithered from Dan’s battered asshole, and Rocky took his place. The weightlifter’s rigid cock was thicker than the swimmer’s, and he rammed it into Dan hilt-deep in a single, brutal penetration. Maybe Dan screamed again He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure of any thing anymore.

“You’re going’ t’ wish you’d sucked my dick,” Rocky growled, clutching the youth’s shoulders to increase his leverage. “Maybe this’ll teach you what bein’ a pal of mine is all about!”

The prod hammered in and out, out and in, again and again and again, and Dan sank into a crazy world, pained and dazed and submitting.

It hurt.

It felt good!

Awww–

Rocky was clamped against the youth’s back, pounding and cursing and groaning. Then it was over Dan knew he’d taken a second load of male cum in his guts.

“Done, Rocky?” That was Al’s voice drifting into Dan’s haze-filled brain. “He’s got a hot ass, huh?”

“Shit!” Rocky dragged back, freeing his softening dick. “Tie his legs t’gether so he can’t crawl off while we wash up. Then we’ll give his tail another trainin’ session.”

“Yeah!”

Dan felt a cord bind his ankles together, and he couldn’t fight back. He lay arched over a log, naked, the front of his body scraped raw by the coarse bark, tied and gagged, his asshole stretched and pulsing, and he heard the two youths laughing and splashing in the creek. Yeah, it was all a nightmare!

“Hey, guys.” That was Cliff’s voice. Sure, he’d rescue Dan! “What goes with Danny?”

“Al went down on him,” Rocky replied casually. “He didn’t want t’ return th’ favor, so we plowed his butt.”

“Want to throw that hammer of yours into him?” Al asked. “He’s no virgin now, that’s for sure.”

“Later, maybe” Cliff moved in front of Dan. “We’d better whip him into shape.”

Dan looked up, and when he saw Cliffs determined expression, he knew his new buddy wasn’t about to rescue him.

The blond football player had peeled off his shirt, and his thick neck was flanked by solidly muscled shoulders The barreled arcs of his chest were dusted with golden peach-fuzz, his large, dark nipples showing at each side, and his taut stomach was washboard rippled. His shorts dipped low on his hips, and Dan stared with numbed fascination as the burly athlete tugged his belt free, then shifted out of sight.

“Lay it on him, Cliff!” Rocky urged. “Give him a lesson he won’t forget!”

Dan heard the lash whistle through the air, and he screamed into the gag as a ribbon of fire raked across his shoulders.

Aaarrggghhhh!

Cliff took his time, letting the pain sink in before delivering a second blow carefully placed just below the first.

Slowly, methodically. Cliff worked his belt down Dan’s back and over his ass, and the helpless captive writhed under the beating, his agonized cries sinking into uncontrollable groans.

“Want a turn Rocky?”

“Damn right!” Rocky took the belt. “Dan, you’re goin’ t’ beg t’ suck us like a good buddy should!”

Rocky crisscrossed the welts Cliff had raised on Dan’s bared flesh with brutal fury, and the pain became far-off and almost dull. Yeah, it was crazy. Dan was stretched out and being whipped by his pals, the pain mixed with unexpected pleasure, part of him moaning, part of him aroused by the torture.

Crazy!

Al took over, concentrating on Dan’s butt and thighs.

Whack!

Whack!!

Whack!!!

“That’s enough for now,” Cliff ordered from the murky distance. “Rocky, get one of the carrots I brought for the stew and grease it up. We’ll let Danny rest and do some thinking about what’s happened and what’s coming next.”

Dan lay motionless, eyes closed, dazed. His body ached from the beating he’d taken, and he heard the three young athletes joking and laughing and plotting without really hearing them.

They were back, fingers gripping his asscheeks and spreading them, an arrow-tipped hardness nudging into his asshole, going deeper, expanding the raped muscle-ring wider than the rigid cocks he’d been forced to take.

Owwwwww!

“You like gettin’ fucked by a goddamn carrot?” Rocky mocked. “You’d rather have a hot dick up your butt, huh?”

They hauled Dan from the log and forced him to sit back on his heels, and he whimpered as the carrot drove even farther into his guts. Then Cliff knelt in front of him, sweat droplets trickling over his powerful physique, a length of narrow rope in his hands. He made a slip knot in the cord and wrapped it about Dan’s testicles, dragging them low in their flesh sac. He tied one end of the rope to the youth’s bound wrists and passed the other end back between Dan’s legs where it was knotted to his ankles, drawing his balls painfully taut.

“Don’t move, Danny,” Cliff warned gently. “If you do. you’ll lose those precious jewels.” He swing to his feet. “I’ve got to take a leak.”

Cliff stepped behind the tied youth, and suddenly Dan felt body-hot liquid sluicing down on his head and whip-lashed back.

Piss!

Instinctively, he tried to pull away, and an agonizing pain tore upward from his nuts.

Noooooo!

“Good idea,” Rocky declared, tugging his prick as he came around in front of Dan. “C’mon, Al, let’s baptize our new pal!”

Dan saw the weightlifter and the swimmer aiming their dicks at him, and he clamped his eyes shut as the twin streams poured over his face and torso, one wetting the jockstrap in his mouth.

He swallowed the acrid taste.

“Danny,” Cliff murmured. “There’s something special about being a buddy. Sucking cock. Getting fucked. You think about that—buddy.”

Once again. Dan sank into his nightmare world. He heard the young college athletes sloshing in the creek, and he remembered his eagerness to come on this camping trip with them.., admiring Cliffs rugged physique.., stripping down and skinny-dipping with Al and Rocky.., the fury and pleasure of his first blow-job… Rocky trying to make him do what Al had done.., being tied up and flung across the log… fucked… Al’s prick up his ass, then Rocky’s… maybe creaming again–

“How’re you doing, Danny?” Cliff was behind him again. “Been thinking about what I told you?”

Another spray of piss poured down on his head and back, then more from Rocky and Al in front of him.

The sunlight baked his nakedness, and he couldn’t escape the stench.

He was bound and helpless, a carrot stuffed up his butt where those man-rams had been before, and he wondered what Cliff looked like stripped all the way.., sure, Rocky and Al must’ve sucked the rugged blond’s cock.., they were buddies, right?.., and Cliff’d whipped Dan with his belt, calling him Danny and buddy, special-like.

There was no time or place or anything else.

Maybe the guys took another leak on him, it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

“Okay, Danny?” Cliff was crouched behind him again. “You’re going to take care of your pals, right?”

Dan hesitated, then nodded his head in agreement.

“That’s more like it.” He slid the carrot from Dan’s asshole, untied the bindings from his nuts and wrists and ankles, finally unfastened the jockstrap gag. “You can do it, buddy. You want to, right? First Al, then Rocky. Huh?”

Awww, yeah. Dan wanted to do it! He blinked his eyes open, and there was Al’s arrow-tipped hard-on aimed at his gaping mouth.

“Suck!” Cliff ordered. “Suck, Danny!”

Dan let his lips close about the blazing cockhead, slathering it with spit and swallowing the peculiar tang of maleness. As if hypnotized, he tried to copy what Al had done to him earlier, drawing in more and more of the potent shaft.

“Take your time,” Al told him. “Get used to swinging on hot meat, pal.”

Yeah, they were pals, the swimmer who’d gone down on Dan, and Dan now sucking him in return. He stayed in position as if still tied, only his head moving forward and back, and Al’s hands gripped his shoulders for support.

“That’s the way,” Cliff encouraged from behind Dan. “I knew you could do it, Danny!”

“Yeahhh!” Al stiffened as his cum belched into Dan’s mouth. “Ahhhhh!!”

“Swallow,” Cliff instructed. “Drink down your buddy’s load, Danny!”

Dan swallowed the man-juice, more, still more, all of it.

“How about that!” Rocky snickered. “Dan’s a born cocksucker!”

Al withdrew his fading prick, and Rocky took his place, ramming his thicker iron into Dan’s mouth the way he’d plowed it into the youth’s ass… choking.., hammering… gripping Dan’s head and forcing him to take that plunging rod… cummmming… fast and hot and all done.

“Thank him. Rocky,” Cliff ordered. “Thank him for sucking your dick.”

“Shit. Cliff–”

“Thank him!”

“Yeah, okay, Cliff.” The rugged weightlifter was obeying the blond football player. ’’Thanks, Dan.”

And Dan expected to get Cliff’s meat shoved into his mouth, only—

“Al,” Cliff said quietly, “you and Rocky take Danny over to the creek and get him washed up. He’s piss-stinking, and that’s no way for our buddy to be.”

“Sure, Cliff, sure.”

The two youths hauled Dan to his feet and shoved him into the creek. They splashed him with cool water, and he just stood there, a numb, beaten chunk of maleness. They soaped him from head to toe, playing with every part of his body, pinching his nipples, tugging his cock, squeezing his balls, finger-poking his asshole, and he accepted it all without complaint because they were his pals. When they left him, he rinsed and scrubbed again.

Cliff didn’t want him piss-stinking.

He stumbled to the bank and sprawled on his back, covering his eyes with one arm. He flashed back to what had happened only hours before, lying there between Al and Rocky. Al going down on him, that all-out climax. Rocky trying to make him suck, the two of them hanging him over the log and fucking his ass.., the agony and cum-spurting pleasure. Then Cliff, blond and football-player-built, showing up to belt-whip him, piss on him, torture him, teach him, train him—Al’s hard-on in his mouth and throat, then Rocky’s, “drink down your buddy’s load, Danny”, nobody else called him Danny, nobody except—

“Danny?” Cliffs voice washed into Dan’s brain. “Okay?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Dan pulled his arm from over his eyes, and Cliff was standing above him, stripped naked. The blond’s powerful body was washed with twilight glow, and a strip of cream-pale flesh at his waist marked his swimming trunks. A broad thicket of pubic wire glistened at his crotch, and his genitals hung loose and free. Golly, his prick was a lot longer and thicker than Al’s or Rocky’s, and the heavy column dangled over the bulging, low-slung testicles. Awww, man!

“Ready to gulp on my meat, Danny?”

“Okay!” He moved up on his knees, his gaze riveted on Cliff’s massive organs. “I want to do it!”

“Do what? Tell me.”

“I—I want to suck your dick.” There. Dan’d said the words he’d never thought he’d hear coming from his mouth, and he felt a wild freedom sweep over him. “Let me do it, Cliff!”

“You’re a cocksucker, huh?”

“I’m a cocksucker.”

“An ass-fucked cocksucker?”

“An ass-fucked cocksucker.”

“All right, buddy.” Cliff planted his feet wider apart, flopping his relaxed tool toward Dan’s face. “Prove it!”

“Yeah!”

Dan brought one hand up, and his fingers cupped beneath the heavy male column.

He brought the tip to his lips and kissed it.

He ran his tongue over the crown and inhaled the lush scent of the athlete’s crotch.

He tongue-lapped the shaft, turning and twisting it to cover every inch of swelling hardness.

He took the vein-etched iron into his mouth, willing his throat muscles to relax as he drew it deeper and deeper. At last, his lips met the crisp hair at the base, and Cliff gripped his head, holding him in place for a long moment.

Released, Dan pulled partway back and gulped for air, and he looked up at the burly blond towering over him. A pleased smile was spread over Cliff’s handsome face, and his rugged physique was touched with the silver and gold of the fading sunset light. Dan wondered if his own gaze showed his prick-hot delight.

“Switch to my nuts,” Cliff said, jerking his cock from Dan’s mouth and holding it up to expose his loose-hanging testicles. “Make love to them, Danny.”

Dan rocked forward and applied his lips to the crinkle-sacked balls. He’d never thought about doing this to a guy, about licking his nuts, but it seemed so special, sucking one “jewel” gently, then the other… yeah, making love to them.

Abruptly. Cliff pulled his nuts free and replaced them with his potent dick. He grasped Dan’s shoulders, forcing him back and down until he was flat on the grass.

Dan lay there as the athlete did a long, slow push-up over him, cock-choking him, then easing over to rest on one side, pumping his ram into the youth’s mouth and throat rhythmically, finally pushing him away.

“Let me finish it,” Dan begged. “I want your cum!”

“You’ll get it when I’m damn good and ready.” He dropped one beefy paw to Dan’s chest, stroking the firm curves lazily. “Know what? It was my idea to bring you camping with us.”

“How come?’

“I saw you in the gym showers once. I figured you’d be my kind of buddy, once you learned what that means.”

“Like Rocky and Al?”

“More, maybe.” Cliff toyed with the other’s nipples. “You’re a sexy stud. I’m going to take real good care of you.” He ran his palm downward over Dan’s torso, bypassing his belly-spanking prick and tugging his tightened testicles. “Sometimes it’ll hurt, but I’ll teach you how to handle the pain.”

“Dam it,” Dan confessed, “I wish I were like you are all over. You know, built and rugged and playing football and everything!”

“Playing ball makes me horny. From now on, you show up at the gym after practice. You can give me an all-over tongue job, suck my tits, eat the sweat out of my armpits, lick my nuts, take me off.” He slid his arms about Dan, clamping their heated bodies together. “Once you get the hang of it. I’ll turn you loose on the other studs who dig getting their rocks off with a cocksucker.”

“All right, pal!”

Dan found his face pressed to Cliff’s chest, and his brain reeled, the last barriers falling away. He sniffed the masculine scent, he licked the silk- washed arcs, he nibbled the amber nipples, he buried his face in each exposed arm-pit, he crawled downward over the athlete’s muscled torso.

“You’re learning fast.” Cliff muttered, and he pulled up on his elbows to grin at the youth sprawled face-down between his legs and licking hungrily. “You’ve got a neat set of belt marks on your backside, Danny-boy. Maybe I’ll add some more before we head back to town tomorrow. Maybe I’ll piss on you again.”

“Anything you say. Cliff.”

“Damn right!”

The blond tore away and scrambled across the clearing to pick up the tube of lubricant Al and Rocky had used earlier, and Dan knew he was going to get fucked again. Okay, he’d already had his butt screwed wide open, first by their two horny companions, then by that carrot; but Cliff’s ram was so much bigger.

Dam it. Cliff was Dan’s buddy, and Dan smiled to himself as he twisted over on his hands and knees, offering his belt-streaked ass. Sure, he’d learned how to take care of a pal! He felt the athlete crouch behind him, the slicked fingers spreading his buns and stroking his puckered hole, the cockhead centering on the tender opening, the wrenching pressure—

“Awwggghhhh!” He tried to hold back the cry of pain as the rounded hardness punched into him. “Too big! It hurts!”

“Bullshit!” Cliff wrapped his arms about Dan and drew him back. “That time when I saw you in the showers, I wanted to get my dick in your mouth and up your tail. I wanted you to be my buddy. Understand?”

“Awwww—” The pain subsided, and Dan sank back in the muscular embrace, his butt nested against pubic hair. “Yeahhhh!”

“It feels good, huh? Sure, you can take all the prick you can get, and that’s what I’m going to give you.” He stroked the youth’s bared torso “Tonight, you and I’ll mess around with Al and Rocky. I want to see you fuck Rocky while you suck me off.” He began cock-pumping slowly. “But when we’re all done. Danny, you’ll shack up with me because you want my prick more than any other. Right?”

“Cliff!” Dan squirmed on the pistoning ram, out of control, babbling. “Fuck me! Fuck me, buddy! Yeah–FUCK ME!!!”

“Take it. Danny-boy!”

“Aggghhhhh!” It was another of those wet-dream nightmares. Dan letting Cliff plow his butt, feeling the massive cock finally convulse in his guts, maybe shooting another load himself, resting special-close for a time, yeah, special close.

Later on, they eased free and tromped down to the creek to splash and wash each other, and after that, Dan and his pals ate Cliff’s stew—naked and…

The next morning, Dan woke up cum-pasted to Cliff. They horsed around before swimming with Rocky and Al. Best of all. Cliff hacked off the legs of Dan’s Levi’s so he had shorts like the rest of the guys.

After breakfast, they broke camp and started down the trail. Rocky and Al went ahead, and Cliff fell into step beside Dan.

“How’re your nuts. Danny?”

“Okay.” Before they’d dressed, Cliff’d wrapped a leather thong securely about Dan’s testicles, stretching them as low as possible in their flesh sac. “I’m not used to wearing Levi’s without Jockey shorts. I’m half-hard.”

“I thought you’d be worn out after last night.” He reached out to cup one palm over Dan’s shifting butt. “I sure dug watching you fuck Rocky.”

“I bet he wouldn’t have let me plug him if you hadn’t told him to. I guess everybody does what you want.”

“I’ve screwed him and Al, if that’s what you mean.”

“Hey, I never thought I’d ever sex-talk like this when we hiked up here yesterday. I didn’t swear worth a dam, either, and–’’

“You still don’t swear worth shit.”

“You can teach me, huh? Like you’ve taught me about sucking and fucking.” Dan stopped in his tracks, his pack on his back, remembering the previous day. “I’ve sure learned a lot this weekend.”

“I’m going to keep on teaching you, buddy. I’m going to line up a football team of cocks for you to gulp on or take up your butt.”

“I’ll suck,” Dan said solemnly. “But nobody else fucks me from now on. Only you.” He felt Cliff’s hand rise to the back of his shorts, then slide downward inside to rub over his bared buns. “My ass belongs to you.”

“All of you belongs to me. Danny-boy. Your tits, your prick, your balls, your tail, all of you.”

“Okay.” Dan knewhe’d committed himself, and he took a deep breath. “How come you’ve started calling me Danny-boy. not Danny?”

“You’re my boy, Danny. Right?”

“Right.”

His palm still stroking Dan’s butt, Cliff moistened his lips, suddenly thoughtful. He was still relatively inexperienced himself, but he’d heard about guys like Dan, studs who needed to be trained, whipped, taught to suck and get fucked, not like Al and Rocky and the others who did whatever he ordered automatically, no. Danny was different and Cliff was responsible for him from now on. laying a belt on him when he needed it, creaming down his throat or up his ass, lining up other cocks for him to drain, shacking up with him, stretching his balls and tenderizing his tits, being responsible.

“Danny-boy.” he muttered, finger-poking the youth’s yielding asshole. “I guess we’ve both learned a lot this weekend.”