HIGH SCHOOL ORGY By John Candu too_hot_in_bama@hotmail.com
Every high school senior gathers great memories that later in life bring a lump to the throat. We all have our own magic moments. For some, it's a few seconds on the field: catching the last pass and scoring the winning points of the final game of the year. For me, that magic memory was the orgy.
It was a crisp Saturday afternoon and I was getting ready to wash my car. I was dragging out the hose when a metallic blue Camaro with the top down eased to a stop. Phil Honeycut, a sophomore, was driving. Phil's parents were wealthy, which accounted for his great set of wheels and a wealth of friends, including several upperclassmen. His passengers were Lyle Edwards, a junior, and Rob Peterson, a senior I knew well from music class.
"Whatz happenin', dudes?"
"Just cruising," said Phil with a grin.
"Hey Walt! Didn't I see you down at Chances Are last weekend?" asked Rob.
Chances Are is a gay bar in Birmingham. Every Saturday night they have a male revue. "Mr. R.C. Cola" was last weekend's hit. He's a deliveryman for the Atlanta bottler.
"Yeah, that dude was really hung. You guys go often?"
"Pretty much. The lights are so dim they couldn't check ID if they wanted to," said Lyle with a giggle.
"You wanna hop in and ride with us?" asked Phil.
"Sure!"
I got in the back seat with Rob, and Phil cranked up the music as we rolled out.
Rob and I were in the first-chair trumpet section in the band. He had reddish-blond hair and was about 5' 8" and slim. We both knew each other was gay but we'd never gotten it on together.
I knew less about Phil, since he was an underclassman. I knew that Phil's dad owned a huge machine shop in town and was known for giving to local charities such as the Little Theatre. Phil was so thin that if he turned sideways you almost couldn't see him. He's exactly 5' tall. Everybody at school knew he was gay.
Lyle would have been a senior if he hadn't failed Algebra II and Geometry last year. We once lived in the same apartment complex and often went to the woods near there to jack each other off. He had the handsome square-jawed look of a cowboy and was just as lean. In the last semester of eighth grade Lyle discovered girls and gradually withdrew from our jackoff sessions, and we drifted apart when his family moved across town.
I'm Walt Jones. I've been queer all my life. I never quite outgrew the jackoff sessions with guys from the neighborhood -- I progressed to mutual masturbation and then to sucking and 69-ing by the time I made it to high school. I was about 5'8" and lean with brown hair and blue eyes. In my early teens I'd dated a lot of girls, had a few disappointing experiences with straight sex. I never found the encounters even remotely satisfying.
Unlike Phil, I at least tried to be careful to conceal my appetite for cocks. I came from a typical conservative southern family; my dad would have kicked my ass out on the streets if he'd heard I was a cocksucker. Even though I was notoriously cock-hungry, my circle of suck buddies was tight-knit and safe -- it behooved all of us to keep our little secrets to ourselves.
I realized that being seen with "Flaming Phil" was not good for my reputation, but I was horny that day and hoping the four of us would get it on.
As if reading my mind, Phil said, "Ya'll want to go to my place and get some beer? My folks are gone this weekend, so I've got the house to myself."
"Sounds like a winner to me," I said.
The other two chimed in and we headed for the lake and the large Honeycut estate. As Phil and Lyle chatted up front, Rob leaned close and said in a whisper, "I'm so glad you came with us. You really turn me on."
I smiled and placed my right hand on his thigh and gently stroked up to his muscular leg to his crotch and began feeling of his bulge. He put an arm around me and fumbled with my growing dick. The music and chattering continued up front, but Rob and I began kissing and groping. I unzipped his pants and freed his 8 fat inches of cockmeat. I leaned over and engulfed it, slicking it up with my lips and tongue before polishing the head with my tongue. When Rob began moaning, the front seat grew quiet.
"Rob's really hung, 'ey Walt?"
"Mmmm," I replied with the dick in my mouth.
Lyle giggled. "Hey, going up and down this mountain road here, ya'll are puttin' on quite a show for the cars coming from the lake."
"Ah! God! I'm gonna cum!" Rob gasped, pushing my head down.
I was disappointed that he was going to unload so fast. But I kept bucking my face-pussy against his meat-rod in a steady rhythm as I jacked his shaft with one hand and played with his balls with the other. His head grew larger and harder and his delicious, salty precum oozed across my tongue and down my throat. He began thrusting upward and his dick plunged deeper into my throat. I could feel the shaft and head pulsing as my mouth stroked it in and out.
Rod spewed four massive spurts of cum and I moaned with delight as it washed forcefully against the back of my throat. I sucked and massaged his dick, drinking every drop. I wanted to suck till his balls were dry.
Lyle was leaning over the front seat to enjoy the view. "Hey, way to go, Walt!"
Rob's dick was deflating, but I continued to suck. Finally he gently pushed me away. "Damn, I'm so sensitive there I can't take anymore."
Everyone laughed at that, and I straightened up in the seat, licked excess cum from my upper lip, and was surprised to see we were just a few block's from Phil's house. Moments later we were easing down the Honeycuts' steep driveway and a palace of a house overlooking the lake.
As Phil unlocked the leaded-glass front door, he said, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm horny as hell after hearing Walt and Rob get it on. Ya'll wanna go to the bedroom?"
"Hey, you know it!" said Lyle.
We followed Phil upstairs into his parent's master bedroom and began shucking clothes. Lyle was the first to get naked and he bounced onto the kingsize bed with his legs spread and a 9 inch boner sticking straight up.
I quickly tossed my things in a heap and leaped onto the bed between Lyle's legs. Rob sat Indian-style next to us, and as I began sucking Lyle I felt Phil's lubed finger enter my hole. I moaned in delight and parted my legs, opening my hole even more. My head was bobbing up and down on Lyle's pole as Phil pushed his cock into my ass. Phil felt like he was no more than six inches, but he was thick and rock-hard. Lyle's dick was well-veined and a pleasure to suck. He was enjoying the rhythm but seemed to be in no hurry. Just my kinda guy.
Phil was pounding my ass without mercy. My pussy-hole easily stretched to accommodate him, and I pushed against every thrust. Without letting up on Lyle's dick, I reached over and fondled Rob's hard-again cock and began jacking him.
Lyle's precum was flowing steadily. His hot dick felt good in my mouth as he urged me to take it deeper. Phil was pumping furiously now and gasping, "Oh! Yeah! You like that cock, don't ya, yeah! Fuck it!"
Lyle began guiding my head up and down at a pace more to his liking. His upward thrusts were making the bed shake. His breathing was fast and audible.
Rob's dick was hard as a rock and I was smearing pre-cum from his slit around his head. Phil came first, banging into me harder than I'd ever had it. I thrust back each time and felt his spurts of cum fly deep into my gut. Watching Phil's hot action brought Lyle off next. He was pushing and pulling on my head as if it were an inflatable fuck-toy. He sent strangling load after load gushing into my mouth. As he was cuming, I felt Phil's limp dick pull out. I was sucking the last tiny oozings of cum from Lyle when Phil was replaced by Rob, who entered my cum-lubed hole. His large cockmeat slipped in easily. He pulled my hips up so that I was no longer flat on my stomach, and he began fucking me doggie style. My tongue played with Lyle's pee hole, and I felt Phil reach down and begin jacking my dick. Then Phil got on his back and pushed his head beneath me till he could swallow my prick. He had just moistened me up with his mouth when I began cumming. He swallowed my cock quickly and every drop of cum. Rob plowed my hole harder and harder, the thrusts shoving my dick deeper into Phil's throat. Rob's balls were flapping against my ass with wet plops. When he came, he banged into my hole so hard that he lifted me off the bed three times.
Drained, we all snuggled together and slept.
Yep, it was the most memorable day of my senior year. And I still get a lump in my throat when I think back to the lumps of cum in my throat after the wild hour at Phil's place.