From: joe@spdcc.com (Joseph Francis)
Subject: More High School Athletes (structural peak)
Organization: S.P. Dyer Computer Consulting, Cambridge MA
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 19:05:57 GMT

It's been going on just too long:


"Whose a-gonna shewt the furthest?" Crumley said. He was staring at
Hicks now, who was staring back. Hicks beautiful cattle-prod was
standing straight up and out, and he stopped jerking to sway his hips
back and forth, letting the cock slap against him, and he grinned and
said "Ah think Ah needs me someone tuh get it good'n'wet. Do
big-dicked band pussies still like to kiss a guy's peter?"  My
friend's cock grew even harder with excitement. He found himself
mesmerized by Hick's cock, and without thinking, he knelt down until
he was right in front of it. The circle pulled in tighter, and he
felt suddenly like he was in a forest of cocks. 

He reached up, and leaned forward, mesmerised by Hick's cock, and
closing his eyes, touched his lips to the tip. His tongue lashed out,
and startled at first by the salty, tangy flavor, he grew bold, and
drooling, pressed his head forward. The fat cockhead lay heavy on his
tongue, hot, alive, and slowly sliding on in, he felt it finally push
against the back of his throat, like a velvet rock. The shaft was
tremendously thick, and hard, like a steel pipe covered with a thin
sheet of rubber. He rolled his tongue around it as best he could,
almost totally oblivious to the circle jerk closing in ever closer on
his kneeling figure.  He could smell the dried sweat in Hick's pubes
as his cockhead pushed back into his gullet and started sliding down
his throat. A vomit reflex was starting, as well as coughing, and he
felt tears streaming as he hungrily sucked and strained against the
sensation. He felt like screaming as he felt stretched out completely,
Hick's root loged deeply in his throat, and hicks reached down to grab
his ears with his hands rough from weightlifting. He started a slow
in-out slide with my poor friend crying and gagginadg and loving every
minute of it, feeling electric heat rising in his loins.

Hicks grabbed my friends ears, and controlling his jerky movements,
pulled back, pushed forward, and gradually, developed a smooth rhythm.
He wasn't gagging and choking as much as the fat root pushed back into
his completely stretched throat, and he began breathing more smoothly
on the outstrokes. He was suddenly aware of pressure in his balls that
signalled a white hot eruption about to start, so he stopped playing
with his cock and reached up with his hands.

On one side, he missed the Torpedo, and got Bill Urquhart, a
placekicker.  Bill didn't remove his hand as he explored his crotch,
and he satisfied himself for a minute fingering his rubbery ballsac. A
light growth of hair was starting, and Bill wasn't more than 16 years
old and though not develping much hair, still looked years older than
the others because of his cock. Bill continued jacking off as my
friend circled his cock at the root with his thumb and forefinger,
feeling the muscular organ surge and jump as he squeezed hard. Bill
sighed, and let his hands drop to his side as my friend slowly gripped
the shaft, and jerked with light strokes, along the vein-latticed
length of the man-boy's shaft. Light pubic hair tickled his fingers,
and he paused a moment to try to push a finger in the tip of the head
- the shaft wasn't very thick on the cock, but the head was like a
orange, big, round, a huge opening, on the whole my friend thought to
himself like an overgrown lollipop.

In his other hand he hit the jackpot - Coach Crumley's cock. Crumley
stopped jerking himself off and put his hands on his hips and thrusted
forward as he fumbled with putting his hand around it. His excitement
increased as Crumley took his hand and wrapped it around the shaft -
Crumley's hand was rough and huge and hot, his felt small and impotent
in its grasp, especially when he ran his fingers through the wiry
reddish brown hair at the base of the cock. He balls were so large he
could only hold one in the palm of his hand at a time, and it was all
he could do to just play witht he tip of the cock. The overhang was
immense, and crumley took his forefinger, and ran it around inside
just over the sensitive head between the skin and glans. He got the
idea, and continued the motion, and Crumley closed his eyes and let a
small 'yessssss' escape. The cock jumped fiercely every time he
touched the underside a little too hard with a fingernail, and Crumley
eventually wrapped all my friend's fingers again around the shaft and
got him jacking off.

The circle was tight enough around him now that he felt the hairy
boy's legs brushing up against his torso, and the smell of the young
male sweat and precum was dizzying. The reality of having his face
fucked for so long by Hicks was becoming less and less pleasant, and
he was having a hard time keeping his jaw locked for such a thick
piece of meat - he was also interested in getting a taste of Crumley
before it was all over. Hicks, however, was having a good time, and
wasn't going to stop, and the feel of that fat rubbery prod was
mind-numbing. Crumley took his hand off his cock and moved around to
Hick's side, and suddenly he felt a thrill of terror. Soon Crumleys
gigantic cock was beside Hicks, close to his lips. Here he was, four
footballers jerking off and two High School coaches about to face-fuck
him the same time!

Crumley pulled his jaws open even wider with his rough fingers, "yeah,
this band pussy's got a big mouth awn him", and slowly pushed the head
of his cock in the mouth. My friend was panicking. Hicks slowly pulled
out, but just a little, and he felt all his fuses blowing as both huge
cocks pushed into his mouth. His lips were stretched to the limit - he
didn't know how he was going to breathe, much less take any more, and
he started a long high whine as Crumley and Hicks pushed forward.
Scraping over his teeth, the cocks pressed back towards his gullet,
and meeting the harsh reality of his small throat, stopped. Then Hicks
pushed in, slid out, and Crumley slid in and pulled out, seting up an
unbelievably painful and exciting sensation of having to cocks
face-fuck him while he fumbled around trying to get a grip on the
Torpedo. His cock by now was jerking and streaming freely with precum,
and he felt like he was about to pass out.

He started shivering, and whining, finally, not able to take it, and
Crumley pulled out, Hicks still grabbed on to his ears. "On yer feet,
pussy", Crumley said, but hicks held tight onto his ears. "Time for a
good spankin'. He didn't know what was happening, but he was there
standing, bent-over, Hicks face-fucking him again, when he felt
familiar rough fingers fumbling around his ass. "Wha, yew gawcha uh
nice butt, there, yew do", Crumley said, and got a bottle of his hair
oil, "Yew might getcha in trouble with that." My friend didn't know
what could possibly happen next, but hoped for the best, letting the
footballers go, reached around and spread his asscheeks, whining even
louder. "Shit, look at this faggot!" Crumley said, and squirted some
ice cold oil all over his puckered sphincter. "Gonna get me some Band
Pussy ass, and get it good!" he said, rubbing his hands together with
relish. He stood to one side, his grotesquely huge cock arching in
front of him, and the boys backed off slightly as he swung his arm.

CRACK! He slapped my friend's ass, and he jumped in shock. The
pressure was building up in his crotch again, and he wasn't even
touching himself. CRACK!  The boys started laughing as he hopped from
foot to foot, revelling in the waves of pain and aching desire
bloating everything below his waist.  CRACK! Hicks held his cock deep
in his throat for a second too long, and he started violently trying
to back off. CRACK! Hicks oddly let go of his ears and started a low,
groaning bellow from somewhere deep in his chest. CRACK! My friend
reached up and felt Hicks hairy goose-egg balls pulling tight up, and
suddenly he felt like a red-hot fire hose was turned on in his throat.
CRACK! Hicks was yelling out loud as his fat cock jerked and thrust,
gobs of acrid spunk spurting all over the insides of my friends mouth.
The boys on either side started yelling incomprehensibly, and he felt
ropy strands of their boy-cum arch over his back and start covering
him up. CRACK! Hicks started shuddering as he sucked frantically on
the root, which never seemed to stop spurting, though it was longer in
between jolts now. The boys had stopped jerking off, and backed off a
little, as Crumley, still standing with his hardon, took one last
swipe. CRACK!

Hicks rapidly deflating cock pulled out, and he headed off with the
boys to clean up in the shower, laughing as they taunted 'faggot'.
Suddenly, hot tears of shame welled up, and he stood up to face the
manhood that was Crumley. Crumley had an odd expression on his face,
but said "ye can't go gawkin at muh boys." My friend's cock, streaming
precum but not yet spent jutted out. Crumley stared. "Aw, C'mon".  He
sniffled a little. "Ye better get that there thing finished, else ye
gonna be a-hurtin'." My friend bellowed, "leave me alone. I'm a
faggot." Crumley looked troubled suddenly, the boy had taken quite a
lot more than he had really though necessary, exciting as it had been.
"C'mere,". He took my friend's hand, and leaning down and feeling his
boy balls, said "Let's get cleaned up, and take care of that."

He took him by the hand into another side of the shower as the others
exited. Something odd was happening, but he wasn't sure what.

[let's see, how do you explain docking...]
-- 
US Jojo; damp, slighly soiled, but tasty nonetheless.