Boy Frenzy

Sam rested back in bed in his tight briefs after lights were out. Some light from the yard outside gave the room a bluish tinge mingled with shadows. Sam closed his eyes and reached down to his crotch feeling his dick, rubbing it slowly, but his mind was on the Arabic lit exam tomorrow. He tried to remember some lines of poetry that he could use, but it all eluded him. Although the room was a bit chilly, he kept the blanket pulled down to his crotch, his bare smooth chest exposed, with some goosebumps around the nipples.

Even with his eyes closed, Sam sensed movement in the room he shared with his classmate, Jeremy. His heart starting to beat faster, he opened his eyes and turned his head. Sure enough, there was a shadow of a person standing between their two beds.

Sam sat upright and squeezed his eyes hard, his breath caught in his chest, hastily pulling the blanket halfway up his chest.

“Sam?” came a whisper. “You awake, buddy?”

Sam let out his breath in relief when he recognized Jeremy’s voice. He still couldn’t make out the details without his eyeglasses, but it was his roommate alright.

“Uhuh,” he grunted, wondering what was on Jeremy’s mind. It had been more than an hour since they were supposed to go to sleep, boarder-school rules. As 11 graders, they were allowed one extra hour longer than the younger boys. But now they were supposed to be fast asleep.

“Can I get in bed with you, Sam?” Jeremy whispered taking one step closer.

“What?” Sam was taken by surprise. In bed with him? His buddy and roommate?

“Sam, please,” Jeremy’s shivering voice got a bit louder. “I can’t sleep and I’m shivering all over. Please? Just for a short while?”

Sam reluctantly moved aside making some space. Without hesitation, Jeremy climbed onto the bed pulling the blanket over him. Sam could feel his friend’s body shivering although Jeremy was wearing pajamas.

“Oh, bro, you’re not even in your jammies!” Jeremy said as he realized that Sam was almost naked. “Aren’t you freezing?” he asked as he nuzzled closer, his knees touching Sam’s thigh.

When Sam had found out that Jeremy was going to be his roommate, he was happy. Jeremy was a nice guy, slender, tall, not athletic, very smart, and hot looking. He had seen Jeremy coming back from the showers with only a towel around his slender waist, his smooth chest still wet and his hair hanging down almost to his eyes. The two boys shared mutual liking for each other. Jeremy had helped Sam a couple of times in his math assignments.

Sam shivered as he felt Jeremy’s body almost against his, making him warm. He instinctively put one arm around Jeremy’s waist. The two young bodies inched towards each other.

Sam erected. As soon as he felt his dick stretch his undies, he quickly moved back away from his friend. He grunted as he felt Jeremy’s hand on his crotch, pressing his hard cock.

“Jer? What the fuck are you doing?” Sam said, even when he pressed back on Jeremy’s groping hand.

Jeremy slid his hand inside Sam’s undies and grabbed the throbbing cock. Sam moaned.

“It’s ok, Sam, I like doing this. Do you like it?”

Jeremy held the young bone in his palm moving closer, his knee slipping between Sam’s thighs. Instinctively, Sam grabbed Jeremy’s crotch feeling his friend’s cock also hard and throbbing inside his pajamas. The two boys stroked each other, moaning, no words uttered. Sam shot his load into Jeremy’s hand, Jeremy shot his all over his pajamas.

The two boys avoided looking at each other the following morning. Sam had conflicting feelings. Not only did he love the way he exploded into his friend’s stroking palm, much more intense than his own, but also the sensations that flowed throughout his body as he fisted and stroked Jeremy’s hard dick. Was he a faggot?

All day, Sam thought about the evening before and the novel experience of having his dick jerked and actually jerking off a friend. He thought about Jeremy, who had initiated the whole thing. Would it happen again? Would he want it to happen again? He tried hard to remember the lines of Arabic poetry for his exam but all he could think of was Jeremy’s hand on his cock and his own hand on Jeremy’s. And yes, he had enjoyed both. Sam sported a semi-erection all day long, squirming to hide it, being embarrassed about it. He had jerked off in the toilets, but that hadn’t helped at all.

After he showered that evening, Sam sat at his desk with a towel around his waist, painfully conscious of Jeremy lying on his back on his bed in his pajamas. A couple of times, Sam had glanced at his roommate and had noticed Jeremy’s crotch, bulging. His own dick was hard and plastered against his belly, throbbing painfully. Would he dare? Like last night? Or maybe more?

Sam stretched, got up trying not to look at his sprawled roommate, took off the towel and quickly climbed into his bed before Jeremy could notice his erection. A few minutes later, the lights were turned off. Sam tossed and turned, trying to see what Jeremy was doing. He heard very hushed moans and he could barely see his roommate’s silhouette, on his back, his front rising and falling. Sam’s cock throbbed mercilessly.

“Jer? You jackin?” Sam finally whispered, his voice shaking.

Immediately, Jeremy jumped out of his bed and stepped over, sliding next to Sam.

“I thought you hated what we did.” Jeremy grabbed Sam’s hard dick.

“Fuck! Yes, oh, yes, I loved it, Jer. Except I thought you hated it.” Sam moaned as his dick throbbed in Jeremy’s hand.

“Your dick is much bigger than mine, Sam,” Jeremy said as he stroked the erection.

Sam felt proud. He knew that he had a bigger penis than most of the boys. He couldn’t brag about it though. He didn’t want the boys to think that he was queer for cock. But Jeremy was different. Slowly, he leaned toward his friend and kissed his lips. Jeremy moaned and pushed his tongue into Sam’s mouth as he gripped the cock in his hand more tightly.

“Oh,” Sam groaned. “Does this mean we’re queer?”

Jeremy laughed, brought his hand up and spit into it, returned it to fist Sam’s thick dick and started to stroke him. Sam thought he was going to die. He turned sideways and wrapped his arms around Jeremy, kissing him violently, humping into his roommate’s stroking hand, pressing on him, feeling his erection, and shooting his young hot seed all over both of them.

“Fuck, Sam,” Jeremy moved back a little but kept his hand around the slimy cock. “You could have said you were going to shoot.”

Sam snickered. He loved the way his squirts shot out with such force, showering both of them. He climbed on top of Jeremy and grinded his crotch on Jeremy’s still hard dick, kissing him and licking his neck until he felt the warm wetness under him, Jeremy’s cum.

“This means we were making out?” Jeremy laughed as he pressed up onto Sam.

“We did more than that, Jer. Look at all our fuck juices.”

The two boys slept in Sam’s bed, arms around each other. Many times, one or the other would wake up with an erection, would press on his buddy’s butt or thigh or hip, and then go back to sleep.

The morning was different this time. There was no hesitation or shame for both boys. Sam spent the day in a delirium of what the approaching night would bring.

And the night brought Sam his first taste of a mouth around his dick and of a hard cock probing his throat. The boys sucked each other hungrily, awkwardly at first, but quickly learning how to do it, how to sheath their teeth, how to take it into the throat fighting back the gagging and breathing through their nose. Their ejaculations were fierce. They erupted into each other’s mouth as if they hadn’t emptied their balls in months.

It was only after around a month later that the two boys tried anal sex. Jeremy turned sideways, offering his butt. Sam gasped when he felt his thick boy cock between Jeremy’s upper thighs. He humped. Jeremy reached back and guided Sam’s cock to his hole. Sam felt the twitching hole and pressed, but he couldn’t enter. Even when Sam applied spit onto his cock and inside Jeremy’s crack, and even when Jeremy lifted one leg high, Sam just couldn’t get in. The two boys resorted to Sam humping Jeremy’s crack and shooting his load between the pressed thighs and later taking Jeremy’s load in his mouth.

“Did you get the oil?” Sam asked the following evening, as the two boys were preparing for bed, waiting for the lights to go out.

Jeremy smiled, pulling out a small plastic bottle filled with vegetable oil.

“You think it’s going to work this time?” Jeremy smirked.

“If it doesn’t, oh, fuck, I’m going to rape you.”

“It better work then,” Jeremy smiled wide.

“Did any one see you filching the oil, Jer?” Sam asked.

Jeremy shrugged. “I think Rick noticed. He sorta gave me a quizzical look as I pocketed the bottle.”

“Rick? The red-headed jock Rick from Grade 12?”

“Uhuh. He’s hot,” Jeremy teased.

“Fuck. If Mr. Jamesy finds out about us, Jer, we’d be kicked out.”

“Worth having your dick in me, Sam.”

Sam pulled Jeremy to him in a hug and a hungry kiss, his cock raging hard inside his Y-briefs. Both boys started when they heard a low knock on the door.

“Is it locked?” Sam whispered, jumping back.

The boys stared with apprehension as the door handle turned slowly. Through the opening crack, a thick head of red hair started to appear.

“Fuck, it’s Rick.”

“Guys?” came the low whisper as the head peeked in. “You asleep? Can I come in?”

Rick didn’t need an invitation. In a second, he was inside the room, wearing only his pajama bottom, naked torso. Quickly, Rick closed the door behind him.

“What do you want, Rick?” Sam asked trying to hide the irritation and fear that he felt.

“Oh, nothing special. But I was wondering what would Jeremy want salad oil for,” he smiled looking at the two boys standing mesmerized. He glanced down at Sam’s front noticing the bulging underwear, then back at Sam. “I been thinkin, you guys seem quite thick with each other, not like just regular roomies. And then filching oil? You’re definitely not making salad, hahaha.”

“Shh. Fuck Rick. What’s the matter with you,” Jeremy mumbled, frightened. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Rick stepped further into the room standing next to Jeremy. He put an arm around Jeremy’s shoulder, gazing at Sam’s bulge.

“Ok. Looks like you guys want me to spill it out. Oil? Thick roomies? Sam’s hardon? Come on. I’m not stupid. You guys are fucking.”

“Damn it, Rick,” Sam exploded. “What’s it your fucking business?” He was shaking and scenarios of beating up on Rick flashed in his angry and frightened mind.

“Any one else knows?” Jeremy said in a shaking voice.

“That you two are faggots?” Rick teased, rubbing Jeremy’s shoulder and turning sideways so that his crotch brushed Jeremy’s hip.

“I fuck your mother, Rick,” Sam said hoarsely. “Get the fuck out before we beat the shit out of you.”        

Rick knew that this was an empty threat since he was bigger than the two boys were and could whip any one of them any time. But if the two ganged up on him, he might not fare too well. He decided to change track. Instead of further riling Sam and Jeremy, he said, “No one knows about the oil. And I haven’t heard any rumors about you two fucking.”

Sam blew out his held breath in relief. “So what do you want then?”

“Well,” Rick said, “two might be fun, guys, I can see that. But three might be more fun,” he added as he grabbed Jeremy by the waist and pulled him close, his crotch now pressing on Jeremy.

“Oh, so, you want in for keeping this a secret?” Sam asked.

Rick grinded on Jeremy as Jeremy stayed frozen inside Rick’s grasp, feeling the jock’s erection pressed on him, poking, throbbing.

“A guy gets horny,” Rick sneered, grinding on Jeremy, “a guy gets a boner, a guy needs to fuck. Right boys?”

As if an agreement had just been reached, Rick was sandwiched. He held Jeremy in a tight hug, his bulging front pressed onto Jeremy’s crotch as Sam spooned him from behind, his cock erecting back to full hardness, pressing on Rick’s muscled jock butt. The three boys grinded on each other, moaning.

“So what’s the oil for?” Rick whispered as he humped Jeremey and moved his ass against Sam’s erection. “You gotta be using it to fuck.”

Sam slid his hand down Rick’s pajama bottom and fingered his ass. “Yes, Rick. We fuck. And tonight you’re going to taste some of that, aren’t you?”

Rick moaned and reached back to grab Sam’s raging cock inside his undies. “Oh, fuck, Sam, that’s huge.”

“That’s why we need the oil, buddy,” Sam laughed as he humped into Rick’s groping hand.

The pajamas dropped to the floor as soon as the lights were turned off, the door was locked and the three boys swayed naked in the middle of the room, their bodies glued to each other, trying their best to keep their moaning and grunting down.

In the bluish haze thrown by the night light in the yard, Rick stared with glazed eyes as Jeremy knelt before him and took his hard cock between his lips. He could feel Sam behind him, the very thick rod between his thighs, humping him. Rick moaned as he arched his back for Jeremy’s mouth and pressed his butt back for Sam’s cock.

It took Rick less than a minute to shoot down Jeremy’s throat. Sam felt Rick’s abs ripple with the intensity of his ejaculation as Sam pulled him tighter onto him.

“Get the oil, Jer,” Sam croaked, pushing Rick down. Rick settled on fours, his cock dripping, his body heaving.

Sam applied the oil inside Rick’s crack and around the twitching hole as Jeremy rubbed more oil over Sam’s hard shaft. It was Jeremy who guided Sam’s cock towards Rick’s hole. Sam thrust and penetrated Rick. Rick gasped.

“Fuck, Sam, fuckkkk. Put more oil. Fuck, it hurts.”

Jeremy spilled the rest of the oil on Sam’s shaft with the knob already inside Rick’s ring. Sam thrust harder and forced himself deeper. Rick whimpered with muffled painful grunts and dropped down on his stomach. Sam lay on top of Rick and pushed, unbelieving the tightness of the hole that his fat dick was stretching. He groaned. Jeremy’s face was in Sam’s butt, slurping into the crack and trying to squeeze down between the thighs to reach the balls.

When Sam exploded inside Rick, the jock 12-grader was almost unconscious from the searing pain and the exhilarating sensations. Jeremy slurped on the seeping cum off Rick’s thighs as Sam pulled out and then he quickly took Sam’s dripping cock into his mouth, frantically working his boy dick and spilling his nuts on the floor. Rick lay motionless on the floor but his hard breathing was audible.

Finally, the three boys found themselves sitting in the middle of the room, naked, spent, covered with sweat, and sticky with cum and oil.

“Oil worked,” Sam snickered.

“You fucked my ass,” Rick whispered in wonder, still not taking in what had just happened to him.

“You fucked my throat,” Jeremy nudged Rick in the ribs.

They snickered. “This means that we are three fucking faggots,” Sam said.

“I knew you guys were homos,” Rick sneered, feeling his hole burn and slimed with cum. “I was hoping to catch you at it. Fuck, Sam, you really drilled me.”

“You can mark your ass as my first, Ricky,” Sam smiled, stroking his oil and cum covered cock.

Rick looked at the two boys, his eyebrows raised. “You mean you haven’t fucked yet?”

Sam and Jeremy shook their heads. “We were planning to do it,” Jeremy confessed, “but you barged in and took Sam’s cock up your butt instead.”

“Fucking glad I did. Sam is way hotter than Brandon.”

“Brandon the nerd?” Sam said. “Brandon fucked you?”

Rick smirked. “His dick is pencil thick. I barely felt it, so you can’t say he fucked me, can you?”

“Did Sam’s hurt too much,” Jeremy inquired glancing down at Sam’s semi-hard thick cock.

“I can claim that I have been fucked now.”

Jeremy and Rick gazed at Sam, and the three felt tears spilling down their downy cheeks as they laughed hilariously, their sex appeased, their stress relaxed, their boy bodies shaking with feverish delight, realizing that the year was going to be a good one, filled with boy frenzy.