“I'd cum in seconds,” laughed Trevor, “Fuck, I'd probably insta-cum if one of you guys jerked me off.”
“Seriously?” asked Chris.
“Fuck, go for it, I dare you,” said James.
“Do it! I'm almost ready to blow,” said Trevor, as he took his hand off his cock and angled himself towards Chris.
Clearly, Chris was super-horny and caught up in the moment. Without hesitation he gripped the other boy's stiff shaft and rapidly moved his hand up and down the length of it. Trevor's cock got slightly bigger, and harder. Then his balls contracted. A split second later, his cock convulsed and he bucked his hips as a load of cum shot out. It was over in three quick bursts. Chris's hand was covered in sticky white splooge. He didn't bother wiping it away; instead he used that hand to work on his own pulsing, smaller cock. He came in seconds, his cum landing on his belly, combined with the mess from Trevor's orgasm.
I watched in fascination as my brother leaned against the wall with his shoulder, his waist angled forward, his cock jutting up starkly, like a fat, curved banana. He was as aroused as he could get, his penis had no trace of softness. The skin was all stretched, veins bulging. Without warning, James spurted thick, white tendrils of cum. Hi cum shot upwards, before being deposited on his shaft, thighs and belly. I bit my bottom lip as a pushed my fingers harder against my clit, before climaxing silently in the darkness of the closet.
Suffering from post-orgasm regret, or embarrassment, the boys awkwardly cleaned themselves up, wiping cum off their bodies, and soaking up the blobs on the bed covers with tissues and towels. They got dressed really quickly and didn't talk much. Trevor and Chris picked up their bags, and James walked with them out of the room. I listened as they all three went downstairs. I didn't know if James was leaving the house as well, so I took my chance to escape from his room. I stumbled out of the closet, the circulation not yet restored to my legs.
I limped to my bedroom, pulling the door closed as quickly and quietly as I could, and climbed straight into my bed, pretending to be asleep. James did not come back upstairs until after my parents were home. I spent two hours coming to terms with what I'd seen, and decided to shelve the whole experience in some secluded part of my memory, never to be dealt with again.
Incidentally, James ended up getting a girlfriend later that year, and to the best of my knowledge, did not continue to indulge in slightly odd circle jerk sessions with his friends.
I came to the conclusion that boys were most definitely strange creatures, and that it was probably not a good idea to get a bunch of them naked together. These views persisted into my adult life, not just because of the incident with James, but also due to the following sordid tale.
It was two years later, at age 15, that I had my first real boyfriend. We'd gotten physically involved, but I had not been all the way with him yet. Where I went to school, fifteen was an average age for girls to lose their virginity. I went out with Andrew, a guy in my class at the fancy-ass private college my parents enrolled me in. They offered tuition from Grade 10 to Grade 12, and guaranteed good results, mainly because they forced us to do homework at school. This is way different to the government school system, but the college had a 100 % pass rate for Matric, so I guess it worked.
By then, I was no stranger to the mysterious workings of the male sexual organ. After two months of being with Andrew, I had mastered the art of summoning a stiff cock, just by using my fingertips, and I had the ability to make it fire on command, using both oral and digital methods. I was getting used to the feel of warm sperm on my hands, my thighs, and even my boobs. I was also OK with leaving it on my skin to dry, as long as it was far away from my pussy.
Just before the mid-year exams, we were invited to a party at Alice Wessel's place. Her parents were gone for the long weekend, to their holiday house in Plettenberg Bay. Alice lived in Upper Constantia, next to a wine estate. The other side of the property bordered the huge Table Mountain Nature Reserve. The nearest neighbors were a half a mile away, so we could pump up the music as loud as we liked.
Her parents had permanent security guards at the entrance to the house, so there were no unwanted guests. This was around the time that many kids' parties were being gate crashed by friends-of-friends and gangster kids, looking to steal, sell drugs, or just cause trouble. Mobile phones had altered the way teenagers interacted, and most upper-middle class kids had new cars by the time they turned 18. This was way different to what was considered 'normal' as little as a decade before.
Anyway, about a hundred kids were there, basically most of the Grade 10 class, and some older kids from the senior grades. Music pumped from the huge Bose speakers, stacked outside on the patio, next to the pool. Colorful LED lights lit up the garden and the pool, changing colors in synchronized sequences.
The thing with socializing with these kids, was that we all came from money, so wearing expensive clothing, having the latest cell phone and getting large amounts of disposable income, was nothing special. In order to get noticed, and stand out from everyone else, many kids behaved like jerks, or did incredibly stupid things just for attention — which brings me to the incident involving 27 cocks.
Samantha Glass was one of the spoiled rich kids. She was not particularly bright, nor talented, and even though she was attractive enough, people just weren't all that interested in her. To make matters worse, she had zero dress sense, always wearing clothing that didn't match, or that did the wrong things for her figure. She just didn't present herself well at all. Instead of cultivating a personality, or getting good at something, she chose instead to be as trashy as possible.
Her family was really rich, so she rebelled by dressing like she came from a trailer park. Instead of bringing her juice to school in a regular sports bottle, she used a Jack Daniels bottle. Stupid stuff like that. Samantha was jealous of Alice, due to her popularity, and because guys found her very attractive. Granted, Alice was hot: tall, blonde and pretty, with large green eyes. She was a dancer, so she had an incredible physique. I'm sure most of the girls in my grade were slightly envious of her. Samantha's master plan that night was to focus attention on herself, away from the host of the party.
We had a log fire going next to the outdoor pizza oven, on the patio. There were a bunch of us standing around the flames, drinking beers and spirit coolers. 'Alcopops' were all the rage back then for teen girls. They were potent in alcohol content, yet flavored enough so as not to taste like crap. For many, this was a recipe for disaster.
Whether she was just fueled by copious amounts of sweet fizzy booze beverages, or just being her usual fucked-up self, I will never know, but Samantha sauntered over to the fire and started blabbing on about the party from the weekend before. “You guys, wasn't it awesome at Jean's party, when Kyle and that goth chick from Obs College got it on in front of everyone? Fuck, so many guys watching had boners,” she said.
“Damn, that was pretty skanky, but kinda hot at the same time,” said Sue, a girl from my English class.
I'd heard about the incident. Apparently Kyle and this crazy goth girl had sex in the lounge, while other kids were watching. They were sniffing poppers (amyl nitrate) before hand, and were already getting quite hot and heavy on the sofa, before the goth chick ended up riding his cock right there, without worrying about onlookers.
“I'll bet that if that girl wanted to, she could have fucked a lot of those guys who were watching,” said Samantha. “What about stage fright?” chirped Andrew, “it's one thing watching someone else fuck and getting an erection, but not all guys can keep their boners with a whole bunch of people standing around.”