Ben and Willy lay in the tall grass of the farm field that bordered the high school athletic fields. They'd just watched the football team hold a short practice. Tomorrow night, Friday, was the big game, and the coaches always gave their players an easy practice session the day before a game so they'd be well-rested and bursting with energy for the contest. Willy and Ben lounged in the tall grass wishing they were bigger and tougher so they could play football too.
"I wonder why the coach told them that," Willy said, rubbing the soles of his bare feet in the hay and sucking on a grass stalk.
Ben plucked the petals off a daisy blossom, one by one. "Shooting off is supposed to wear a guy out, and the coach doesn't want his players all wore out for the game tomorrow."
The two guys were discussing the head coach's final instructions to the team before all the sweaty players had filed into the dressing room to hit the showers. "And you guys lay off the pussy tonight and get to bed early," the coach had growled. "I don't want any of you guys fagged out for the game. After we win tomorrow night, you can fuck all night, for all I care. Hell, you can fuck all weekend. But lay off the cunt tonight. Put an icebag on your dork if YOU have to." The team roared, the players nudging each other in the ribs, and the coach dismissed them.
"That's an old-wive's tale," said Willy. "I read it in my old man's sex book – the one he keeps hidden on the top bookshelf behind the other books."
"What's an old-wive's tale?" Ben asked. He got up on his knees, yanked out his monstrous prick, and let go with a heavy stream of yellow piss. The late afternoon was overcast and perfectly still, and Ben's piss hissed into the dry hay.
"Something some old wife made up a long time ago. She was a dizzy old dingbat who didn't know nothing about nothing, but she sat around all day making up things that everybody believed even though they weren't true. Well, she claimed that shooting off wears a guy out so much that he can't do nothing, especially, be can't play football. Well, my old man's book says that ain't true. Sometimes shooting off even makes a guy peppier. And my old man's book should know. After all, a principal is smarter than a coach, so he reads smarter books."
Ben nodded. Willy made perfect sense. "Sure," Ben said. "I already shot off three times today, and I ain't tired a bit."
"Me too," Willy said. "Three times, and I ain't tired neither."
"When'd you jack off?" Ben asked. He was reclining on his side now, propped up on one elbow, fiddling with the fat head of his spongy cock.
Willy unzipped and pulled out his dick, stroking it in imitation of his buddy. Anything Ben did with his prick Willy wanted to do with his own. He figured that his own dick still had a chance of growing as big as Ben's, and he half-suspected that the way Ben handled his cock had something to do with its growing so huge.
"At breakfast," Willy said. "I told you that story."
Ben nodded with awed approval.
"Then, with you, when we got to school. And then in fifth-period algebra. Old Lady Jones is always scratching on the blackboard, so I just slipped my hand down my pants and rubbed the old weenie off. She never knew the difference."
"Didn't anybody see you?" Ben asked.
"Just Sherman Hall. He sits across from me in the back row. But he wouldn't tell. Shit, he shoved his hand down his own pants and jacked off with me. When he came I thought he'd fall out of his desk."
Ben laughed, then confessed his own three jackoffs. The one in the backyard, the one in the john with Willy, and a quickie in the shower room after gym class. He'd gotten a hard-on while all the other guys were frolicking hi the showers, and he'd had to practically bury himself in the corner till all the guys cleared out so he could jack off his prick to make it go down. Shit, if they ever saw it hard, he'd never hear the end of it.
"Shhhh!" Willy said suddenly. He put his index finger to his lips and slowly rose to his feet. The grass was so tall that he could hardly see over the top of it.
"What is it?" Ben whispered, climbing to his own feet.
The two guys looked in the direction of the equipment shed that stood about twenty yards from their hiding place in the grass. The shed stood up against the hayfield, and its backside was a common meeting place for teens who wanted to smoke dope or neck or just rap undisturbed.
Standing behind the shed now were a long-haired football player, still wearing his jersey and shoulder pads, and a blond-haired girl in a cheerleader's outfit. The football player had the cheerleader up against the weathered-gray side of the shed, and he was kissing and biting her all over the face and neck. Although the cheerleader appeared to struggle to free herself, she giggled as if she were thrilled.
Ben and Willy sank back down and crawled on their hands and knees through the thick grass. At the edge of the field they slid down on their bellies to watch the exciting spectacle before them. Both still had their pricks out, which now throbbed hard as steel between their clothed bellies and the yellow hay.
"Come on, honey," the football player panted. "You know you want it. You've been wiggling your ass at me ever since school started."
Ben and Willy – recognized the player immediately. He was none other than Brent Johnson, the big tackle – six feet tall, two-hundred pounds, and not a trace of fat on him. Brent had made second-team all-state last year as a junior, and he was sure to make first team this year. Ben and Willy had seen him working out with weights a few times at the Y, and their eyes had nearly popped out at the sight of Brent's massive, writhing muscles. Both guys thought Brent was a God.
"Come on, chicky," Brent said, "let's see how you're doing down here." He had his hand up under her skirt, and the muscles of his forearm looked like a mess of throbbing cables as he felt her up.
The girl's eyes swam as the muscular football player's big hand played with her crotch. She went limp against the bare shed, and Brent had to catch her to keep her from getting slivers in her cute wiggling rump.
"Ohh, Brent!" the chick cooed. "Ohh, Brent, ooooh!"
Willy and Ben recognized the girl, also. She was Amy Martin, and a member of the cheerleading squad. Both guys were crazy about her, but she had never once looked at either of them. She had eyes only for seniors. Ben, especially, was hot for her because she had long, silky-blond hair like his own, and because she reminded him of his sister, Janet, who turned him on more than any girl he'd ever seen.
Amy leaned against the shed wall, her knees shaking, while the horny football player tore her clothes off. The big male straightened up, staring down at the trembling girl. He was easily twice her size, and she trembled before him like a tiny rose blossom, blushing from head to foot. Her pubescent tits stood out like pointed cones, the pink nipples at their tips quivering with excitement.
She put one pretty foot on top of the other, hid her fuzzy pussy behind her hands, and fluttered her blue eyes at the muscular stud before her. They glimmered under long eyelashes.
"Goddamn, you're a pretty, sexy thing!" Brent said. He kicked off his spiked shoes and peeled off his thick wool socks. His muscular feet pounded up dust as he planted them on the yellow earth.
"What are you going to do, Brent?" Amy asked. She pouted her lips, playing the part of an innocent girl.
Brent's armpits bristled with black hair as he peeled off his red jersey. Beads of sweat rippled over the armor of his ribs. His plastic shoulder pads clicked. "I'm gonna enjoy you, honey," he said. Then he sucked up her tits one at a time, each pink tit disappearing completely in his mouth.
Amy's head swayed back and forth. Her eyes were closed. Her long blond hair trailed over her shoulders. "Oh, Brent!" she muttered. "Oh, Brent!" Three small trickles of pussy juice oozed down the inside of her smooth thigh.
"Look at that!" Willy whispered. "She's juicing!"
"Goddamn!" whispered Ben. "I think I can smell it!"
Willy's nostrils twitched. "Me too," he said.
Both guys humped at the grass. Precum bubbled out of their cocks. Brent's shoulder pads hit the ground. He tore off his pants. His asscheeks flexed. His jockstrap tented straight out. Amy fell to her knees and threw her arms around the big stud's legs. She rubbed her naked body up and down against them, purring like a kitten. She moved up and hooked her trembling fingers under the waistband of Brent's jock. As Brent's jock slipped down, his horny cock flipped out and slapped up against his belly. His swollen nuts looked big red apples. Amy slipped the sweaty jock off over the big stud's feet and pressed it to her face.
"Goddamn!" Brent said, his eyes on the worshipping nymphette.
Amy inhaled deeply, her lithe ribcage inflating remarkably, her firm tits pointing at the sky. She rubbed the sweaty jock all over her face, then up and down over her tits and belly and legs. "Mmmmm," she cooed, bathing her flesh in the stud's scent. "Mmmmmmm!"
Brent stretched as he watched her. His horny cock quivered, standing out from his loins at a forty-five degree angle. His square, flaring pectoral muscles danced under a growth of fine dark hair. A perfectly straight line of dark fur stretched between his navel and his abundant growth of cockhair.
"I'm gonna fuck you, baby," Brent muttered in a tone of voice that sounded as if he were picking a fight. "I'm gonna fuck the guts out of you." He stoked his cock like a warrior polishing his sword. "But that's what you want, baby, don't you? Yeah, baby, that's what you want. I can tell chicks like you want it hard."
As the sex-crazed young man muttered between his clenched teeth, gobs of thick pre-cum oozed out of his big cock and rolled over his knuckles. Amy let out a whimper and clawed her way up Brent's legs. Her tongue dangled from her mouth, dripping saliva. She lapped the juice from Brent's thick knuckles, then sucked at Brent's purple cockhead. Brent grasped her pretty blond head and forced it down over his bucking cock. Amy's nose mashed against Brent's groin, buried in his forest of pubic hair. She choked, gasping for breath.
"Suck it, you teeny-bopping bitch," Brent grunted. He humped his muscular loins, pumping his mean cock in and out of the pretty girl's mouth.
Amy continued to choke. She whimpered. Her blond head in Brent's huge muscular hands resembled a doll's head, and her willowy body resembled a ragdoll's as it flapped and trembled under the heated onslaught of the horny stud.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, mmmm, yeah, ooooh, ohhh!" Brent grunted. He bared his white teeth. He whined. His plump asscheeks inflated and contracted like bellows. Ws fat nuts slapped against Amy's long neck. Suddenly he lifted his leg and wrapped it around Amy's neck, cradling the back of her neck against his thick calf muscle. His huge foot flexed back and forth, the big toes spreading and clenching. His eyes rolled back like a zombie's. Amy gagged and choked as if she were drowning.
"I'm coming! Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm coming!" the big stud gasped, trying to balance on one foot while he pumped his load of hot jism down the girl's throat.
The giant of a youth clung to the pretty girl's head like a mountaineer grasping at a rock to save his life. For a moment, all was silent. The tall guy and the tiny girl appeared frozen forever in their precarious pose. Then the big muscular leg supporting the spasming youth wobbled. Suddenly it folded, and the spurting stud crashed backward onto his ass, leaving the gasping girl suspended in the air, her mouth still sucking.
The moment Brent's meaty ass hit the hay, a spurt of thick white jism blasted from the tip of his bucking cock and jetted five feet in the air, hitting Amy directly in the face.
"Oh, God!" Amy cried. "Don't waste it!" She dove on top of the still-spurting youth and gulped his cock down her throat. Her Adam's apple palpitated like a heart as she swallowed again and again.
Brent stretched out on the grass in a crucified position as the cum-hungry nymphette sucked him dry. The moment he was done shooting, Amy threw herself onto her back in the grass, kicked her excited legs in the air, yanked apart her pink cuntlips and wiggled her horny ass.
"Fuck me, Brent. Oh, please, fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeee!"
At that moment, getting their first glimpse into the wide-open, juicy cunt of a girl, Ben and Willy spurted their own jism into the grass under their bellies. Their tongues hung out of their mouths, dripping. Their asses bounced up and down with involuntary humping motions. And their eyes glazed over from the intense feelings shooting through their pricks. Had it not been for Amy screaming to be fucked, Brent would have heard their high-pitched whimpers as they shot their steaming loads. As their simultaneous orgasms subsided, and their blurred vision cleared, they watched Brent leap catlike to his feet and stand above the moaning, pleading nymphette.
Brent stood with his hands on his hips, his big dick still jutting upward from his loins. "You're asking for it, honey," Brent muttered. "If I fuck you to a pulp, just remember – you asked for it. Goddamn, you're a hot bitch!"
Amy gibbered incoherently, stretching her pubescent cunt so wide that she looked like she was going to rip herself in half. Pussyjuice gushed out of her cunt and streamed down over her pink bottom and puckered asshole. "Shove it in!" she gasped. "Oh, Goddamn, shove it in!"
Brent dropped to his knees. The golden muscles of his flared back glistened with millions of sweat droplets. His sweaty asscheeks quivered. He hooked his wide shoulders under Amy's knees and forced her up onto her shoulders as if he were charging a blocking sled. Amy cried out as if she'd been skewered. Brent's heavy nuts banged against her pretty ass. Without a moment's pause, Brent put all two-hundred pounds of his bone and muscle to work, fucking the gibbering nymph out of her mind.
Amy grunted to each of Brent's murderous thrusts as if she were having the wind knocked out of her. Her pretty blond head jerked from side to side. Her pink toes clenched at the air. Her supple spine compressed and recoiled like a shock absorber, again and again and again. Brent fucked her mercilessly, snorting like a bull.
Brent was stitched out long over the tiny girl, balanced solely on his hands and toes. His strong fingers gripped the dry grass above Amy's shoulders. His thick toes set themselves in the dust. From heels to shoulders he was a mass of writhing muscle. Veins bulged in his plump calves. The lean globes of his ass flexed with the hard-driving rhythm of his fucking. He fucked as if his loins were oiled.
Within seconds Amy gibbered with orgasm, her body twitching, her toes curled under as if gripping a live wire. "Eeeeeh!" she squealed.
"Goddamn, you're tight!" Brent muttered. "Oooh, beautiful! What a cunt! What a hungry cunt!"
He rotated his ass now, twisting and turning his big cock inside the insatiable nympho. Her orgasm ended. She begged for more.
Brent labored, grunting and panting, desperate for another orgasm. From the stream of cum that had spurted out of his cock when he'd hit the ground during his first orgasm, Ben and Willy guessed he'd fucked out a couple cups of jism already. And that sexy bitch, Amy, had swallowed all but that one stray spurt, much of which still clung to her contorted face.
"Oh, Brent," Amy moaned, "I'm coming again." Again her pretty toes curled under. Again her hot body twitched. Again she squealed.
"Jesus Christ!" Brent gasped. His horny ass shook as Amy's spasming cunt chewed at his cock. "Oh, God, I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhh!" He shot his load of hot jism deep into Amy's hungry loins.
Ten times his loins shook. Ten times he groaned. Ten hot spurts shot up Amy's cunt. His eleventh spurt shot against her quivering pucker. He'd lost control, and his cock had gotten loose. A few more small spurts bubbled out over Amy's asscrack and trickled down her spine. Brent's big nuts dangled between his legs, deflated.
Ben and Willy chewed their knuckles. They were both shooting again. They clamped their ecstatic eyes shut and held on.
Five minutes later Brent and Amy, dressed again, finally staggered around the corner of the equipment shed and across the football field.
"Jeez!" Willy said, stuffing his spent cock back in his pants as he watched the departing couple.
Ben just shook his head. It was the first time in his life he'd seen real fucking – and the same went for Willy.