Richard's pants and underwear were down at his ankles and his hand was stroking his cock as he stared into a Playboy magazine, which he had prompt up against the side of the tub. His first instinct had him grabbing for his pants, but Billy's foot beat him to them. Richard let go of his cock and it slapped up against his stomach. It had a slight bend upward and a very brown strip about an inch behind the head that also arched upward. The rest of it was a pale color but not white.

"Told you he wasn't taken a crap. Story too much for you, Rich?" Billy taunted, as his shoe rested in the middle of Richard's underwear.

"You asshole. Craig will think I'm a pervert," Richard said. "Get your foot out of my underwear. He don't need to see my hard pecker, ass hole. What's wrong with you, Billy?"

"I thought maybe you'd give me a hand, Richard. It's starting to die on me now, but why waste those strong hands of yours," Billy said. "Craig knows we both jack off. He probably did it once or twice himself, huh Craig?"

"More like twice, I think," Craig said.

"Besides Rich, I'm just hiding your chocolate stains so Craig doesn't think you're a bozo and need me to wipe your ass for you so you get it clean. The truth would come out sooner or later about you being a perve, anyway. Go ahead and finish. Let's see what you can do, little boy," Billy said, slapping at the now sagging cock between Richard's legs.

"I'm normal, you're deformed. I told you not to call mine little. You're the one with elephantiasis of the dick and balls. Shut the fucking door before I catch cold."

"You going to finish?" Billy said. "I want to see what you can do. I want to know just how good the story was. Didn't take you as long as usual to need to relieve yourself. Must mean it's a good one."

"If you shut the door, ass hole, I'll finish. Craig don't want to see me jacking off. Get the hell out of here unless you want to help me with those sweet lips of yours," Richard said, grabbing Billy's hand and pulling it toward his soft dick.

"Don't tell him all your secrets, Richard. He already thinks you're a little fag," Billy said, pulling his hand away from Richards's dick before shutting the door interrupting the view Craig found to be quite stimulating.

"He's not. Just horny all the time. I knew he'd be jacking off," Billy said. "He's only in the bathroom because you're here."

"You're the fag," Richard screamed from behind the door. "Tell him about your boyfriend, Billy. Tell him about Fruitman Charlie. Loves your big dick, doesn't he? Tell him what you let him do to your donkey dick, Billy."

"Should I tell him what he does to you while I'm at it, Richard? Should I tell him you go up alone now when you were too scared to go up without me before? What's he doing to you that you don't want me to see, Richard? Why don't you ask me to go with any more? You giving him a little of that booty of yours?"

"Shut up, Billy. You don't have to say that shit. He's my brother's friend. He'll be telling him my shit."

"Who's the Fruitman Charlie?" Craig asked as they went back to the bedroom.

"Just a guy we know. We're only joking around with each other. Richard is cool. I just like to mess with him. That's as in fuck with his head not the other messin with thing. The big one on his shoulders in case I'm confusing you. I'm confusing me," Billy said, seeming to get in deeper with each statement he made.

Craig was left wondering what it all meant. He checked the front of Billy's pants one more time. The lower front by the leg was poking out in a way that indicated he had lost most of his erection. He also wondered what all the conversation between Richard and Billy really meant. He knew something intense had gone on between the two of them. He just wasn't sure what.

"Did you get a nut?" Billy asked, as Richard came back into the bedroom.

"Wouldn't tell you if I did. If you were all that interested in it you should have stayed and given me a hand. I told you not to talk like that in front of Craig. He's my brother's best friend for Christ sake. I don't want him telling him I'm a faggot, Billy. Why do you pull that shit? I should know by now not to let you talk me into shit when someone else is around. You're crazy."

"Craig, you aren't going to tell his brother he's a faggot, even if he is, are you?" Billy said.

"I don't know what the fuck either of you is talking about," Craig said. "I didn't need to see Richard jacking off, and it isn't something I'd mention to anyone. I'd sound like a faggot for sure. What were you doing looking at the boy jerking off, they'd want to know."

"See, he's cool," Billy said, opening the book to the right page and paragraph. "Besides, he likes my dick as much as you do, Richard. Well, no one likes it much as you, but he doesn't think I'm deformed."

"I like it so much I was thinking about getting a knife and taking it with to show all my friends," Craig said.

"Oh, that hurts," Billy said, rolling onto his stomach and holding his hands over his cock. "Why don't you read to us Craig."

"You're such a jerk, Billy. Just let him read and leave him alone. Not everyone falls for your crap or wants to be part of your jokes," Richard said. "Cool it, okay."

"I'm not joking. I'm dead serious. I can't help it if the truth hurts," Billy said. "Speaking of hurt, that knife crack cut pretty deep. Oh man, ouch."

"It's about to hurt you, and your ass is going to be dead you don't shut up about it. That's as dead serious as it is going to get," Richard said, dropping onto the bed.

"Okay, Okay. I know when I'm beat, Richard. Especially when you're doing the beating. Feels sooooooo good," Billy said, pressing the front of his pants against Craig' leg before he rolled onto his stomach after he scooted over to listen to the rest of the story.

Craig could have objected and told him not to do that, but he knew he felt the bulge rub his leg for a second and he didn't mention it. He didn't know why but as he read about the teacher screwing half of her students, he kept seeing Billy's cock doing the fucking. He couldn't ever remember thinking of a guy's cock before. It was so damn big, that's all. He kept telling himself it was just the size that had him thinking about it, but he wanted to see all of it and all of Billy. He also wondered who Fruitman Charlie was.

When one of Richard's brothers's came home, they decided to quit with the reading. Billy moved his cock off of Craig leg and put his shirt back on. They all went downstairs to make small talk. Craig never quite could forget about what was in Billy's pants. Every time Billy got up Craig would look for the bulge but it had disappeared.

It was a week later that Craig went to the gym early to dress for a track meet at the school. It was next to last period, and all the trackmen got fifth and sixth period off to get ready for the meet. As Craig stood at his locker right next to the exit of the showers, Billy and Richard appeared out of the shower talking with their heads together as they talked.

Craig fought his eyes before they went right to Billy's cock. It hung down six or seven inches. It was uncut with extra skin, which surprised him because he'd seen the head that day in the bedroom. Now the head was hidden by skin that was tight enough to reveal the outline of the ridges yet loose enough to hang well past the tip.

Neither boy noticed him until his survey had been taken, and then he glanced at Richard's body to see what it looked like. Richard was hung about like Craig, and that was reassuring. It had never been a problem before, but now that he'd seen what Billy had, he kept doubting he was big enough to satisfy anyone, not that he knew how much you had to have to get the job done but that didn't stop him from worrying about it.

"Hey, dude. We're going to get a book from the private library after school. You know my brother's library. Why don't you come over to Richard's," Billy said. "It's a lot easier when you read. Everyone will be out until dinner time."

"I've got a track meet," Craig said, "Besides, Richard should ask if he wants me over. It's his house."

"He does. We already talked about asking you. You were cool about it. He trusts you now I told him he hadn't heard anything from Tommy about our little, you know," Billy said, realizing where he was and looking around. "Just say yes. You know you want to help us out again. We liked you doing it."

"Don't listen to him, Craig. Sure you can come over and time you want. You don't need me to invite you. You're with my brother every day. Anyway, come over if you want. You don't have to read to us but Billy says you wanted to do it again."

"Yeah! I might be over. The meet won't go too late. It's only one other team. I enjoyed it too, Billy. It was a change of pace for me."

Craig found a way to follow them with his eyes as he sat down on the bench while they were walking away. Billy looked over his shoulder and smiled when he saw the eyes on his ass. Richard had the nicer body, but even though Billy was thin, he was built well with distance runner's legs. His ass was round and smooth.

Craig realized at that instant that he was thinking about their bodies. He shook his head hard trying to make himself stop with the thoughts of other guys, their cocks, and now their bodies. He'd seen lots of guy's bodies and never thought much about it. Sure, Mike Smith had a huge thick dick, but some of the other guys talked about how fat it was. Some other guys had little peckers, but so what. Why was he even thinking about it at all? It was because of how forward Billy was about it. He seemed to need to show it off that day. He had to stop thinking about that day but he had thought about it every day since.

He didn't go to the house that day. He wanted to go but he thought he should stay away from the two of them. Richard didn't want Tommy to think he might be a fag, and Craig didn't want him thinking he was either. If Tommy had caught them that day, he'd have wondered what he was doing between the two horny boys. There was no real reason to be around them except sex, and he decided it would be best to keep his distance so things would cool off and maybe go back to the way they were before that day with Richard and Billy.

Craig practiced every day and kept busy but he told Tommy he'd be over the day before the next track meet. There was only a half-hour team meeting before light exercises and jogging before calling it a day. It was too hot to stay out in the sun, so Craig figured he'd just go on over to Tommy's. When he got there, Billy and Richard were throwing the football in the side yard.

"Hey, Craig," Richard said, "I've got a message for you from Tommy."

Craig set his books on the porch and walked over to the boys. Billy tossed him the football and he threw it back.

"What's up," Craig said.

"Tommy went with the old man to get a tranny for some friend of theirs. They need to put it in tonight so the guy can get to work tomorrow. He won't be back until late."

"Light day at practice. We haven't seen each other all week," Craig said.

"It's cool, you can hang with us," Billy said, jumping on Craig's back and pulling him down from behind.

Richard ended up on top of them, trapping Billy underneath. Both boys were in their shorts and had no shirts on, and Craig ended up with his hand in Billy's crotch as he tried to slide out from between the two of them. Billy wrapped his legs around Craig's arm so he couldn't move it. Craig found he didn't want to resist the two, and they both ended upon top of him after a short struggle.

"I thought you were tougher than that being an athlete and all," Billy said, resting the back of his head against Craig's chest.

"I have a meet tomorrow. Wouldn't be very good if I pulled a muscle wrestling with the likes of you two.

"Hell, I wouldn't care if you pulled my muscle," Billy said.

"Billy, you said you weren't going to do that again. You promised me," Richard said.

"Oh, you're so damn easy. I lied. I confess. I'm a horrible person. I can't help myself. I just washed my mouth and can't do a thing with it," Billy said. Craig laughed at the banter.

"See, he doesn't mind. You're the one that's so uptight all the time. He didn't tell on you before why would he start talking now?"

"You promised," Richard said.

"I don't talk about what I know, Richard. I wouldn't say anything to Tommy about you two, he'd think I was nuts hanging with you," Craig said.

"Is that what you intend to do, hang with us?" Billy asked.

"Well, I'm here. You're here. I guess we're hanging together until I go home."

"Good, Let's show him the magazine I brought you, Richard," Billy said. "You won't believe some of the pictures, Craig."

"I told you we'd check it out later," Richard said, "He doesn't want to see that," Richard said.

"Shit he don't. Tell him, Craig. Come on, I know where he hides it," Billy said, hoping up and heading for the front door of the house.

Craig got up brushing himself off. Richard lay on the grass with a single blade hanging out of his mouth.

"Come on. You don't want to see the book?" Craig asked.

"I seen it. I don't have anything to do with stuff he does. Remember that, okay," Richard said.

"Sure, can I go in?"

"Upstairs, you know the room. Tell him I put it under the dresser. My brothers look under the mattress now."

"It was here somewhere," Billy said, having the mattress off the bed, feeling around the headboard. "It's hot as hell. Really gives you a close up view. I knew Richard would cream over it, but you'll like it too. Fuck I saw him put it here."

"Under the dresser. He said he moved it," Craig said.

"Shit. Figures. Put the mattress back, will you?" In a minute the two boys were sitting side by side on the bed. Billy turned the pages slowly as they looked at the scenes displayed in the pictures.

"Fuck," Billy said. "What I wouldn't give. You think I'm too big to screw a girl?" he asked.

"I don't know how big you are, Billy," Craig said. Billy lay back on the bed and pulled his shorts tight around his dick as he showed Craig the size through the cloth. Craig found his heart was beating like he was sprinting down the track. His mouth went dry and he felt his cock straining in his sweat suit.

"Want to feel it," Billy said, "Most guys want to feel how big it is."

"I don't know," Craig said.

"Just through the shorts. I won't say anything. It's cool," Billy said, trying to reassure him it would be okay. Craig couldn't take his eyes off of where it bulged. Billy had his hand and placed it in the middle of it. At first he just felt the hardness through the material. Then he pushed his hand up toward where it was forcing the waist of Billy's shorts away from his stomach.

"I put underwear on or it would be sticking out. I have to wear them with shorts or it hangs out the bottom. Go ahead. It's okay. I don't mind. Lots of guys like touching it." Craig ran his hand up and down on it, always keeping the cloth between his hand and what he really wanted to be touching. He felt a little dizzy and weird. He'd never ever felt like that before.

"Want me to feel yours so we're even," Billy said. "I don't usually do that, but you're cool."

Billy's hand latched onto Craig's erection before he could object. He didn't want Billy knowing his cock was as hard as it had ever been but he couldn't stop him.

"Shit, man, you do like it. That's quite a bone you have in there," Billy said, as Craig found himself losing control of the situation.

"Oh, man," Craig said, "Oh, I ... "

It was too late and Craig was shocked by the sudden release. The load of cum was pulsing out of him as he did everything he could to hide what was happening. It was all he could do to knock Billy's hand away with his one hand as he squeezed Billy's dick with his other hand. He felt like it just kept cumming and cumming as the heat ran up into his face and down his arm to where he held Billy's cock.

Billy knew what was happening but he knew it wouldn't be too swift saying he knew Craig had just blown a nut after all he had done was touch him. It was then Billy realized he wanted to do more than play with Craigs dick through his clothes. Being near Craig was good and it was easy to think about sex when he was this close to him.

"That things pretty good size. I didn't mean to hurt it. I get carried away some times. I don't know my own strength. Didn't mean to hurt it," Billy said, trying to cover up what he knew just happen.

"It's cool. It gets sensitive when it's that hard," Craig said. "I'm not used to anyone touching it."

"It's cool, dude. You got a death grip on me though," Billy said, indicating Craig was squeezing pretty hard.

"Oh, sorry. I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

Craig splashed water on his shirt and sweat pants so no one could tell that he'd cum in his clothes. Billy was gone from the bedroom when he came back out, and he found him sitting on the porch with Richard. They talked a few minutes and Craig excused himself. He wasn't sure if Billy knew what he'd done. He wondered if he had ruined his chance of getting closer to Billy. He knew that's what he wanted more than anything.


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