The shirtless club

by BRK

 A cute, well-built teenager and his twin friends make a pact to keep their shirts off at all costs.

Added: Jul 1997 7,620 words 34,525 views 4.6 stars (13 votes)

Author’s Note

Note: This was one of my first stories, written back in 1997, and one of the very few without much transformation, just hot guys who let their hotness free.


When my brother Joe called from college to say he was moving out of the dorms and needed to borrow Dad's truck for the move, I eagerly volunteered to drive the truck up to the school for him. I was just 17 and jumped at any chance to drive—especially if it was Dad's big, brand-new, dark-red pickup. Getting behind the wheel of that truck always made me feel like a real man.

'Course, I was starting to look like a real man—at 6-foot-2 I was taller than most of the adults I knew, and wrestling team workouts had really had an effect on my bod, which was rapidly filling out with muscle but still (fortunately for my game) staying lean and lanky—but I didn't always feel like one, especially around the house and at school, where I was always Joe's kid brother even after he'd gone off to college. So I was really excited about getting out of town, even if it was just to drive the truck up so I could help Joe move.

It took me a while to convince Dad to let me go, but he wasn't in any hurry to go himself. Finally he said I could, if I was careful. I promised I'd be good.

The night before I was supposed to go I ran into Tony at the mall. Tony's on the wrestling team, but a year older and the next weight class up. He was a little shorter than me and a shade darker—I'm blond and really fair—but he'd really built his body up, even over the year I'd known him. It was his broad shoulders, thick rounded pecs (bigger pecs than anyone else at school, even the seniors), and biceps that made the arms of his shirts strain that I kept in mind for inspiration when I worked out. We'd ended up as good friends, and I always enjoyed being around him. There was something about him that made me feel really good when I was with him, and I wasn't sure what it was or what it meant.

Anyway I told Tony about the trip and he said, “Hey, I was thinking about applying there—why don't I go up with you, and I can check the place out while you're helping your brother?”

I looked back at him and smiled, wondering why I was noticing how thick and moist his lips were. “Sounds like fun, dude,” I said. “I'll swing by your place tomorrow at 10.”

“Come to think of it, Johnny might want to come too,” Tony added, meaning his twin brother. “He's gonna be applying same time as me.”

“Sure,” I said. “There's room for three.”

The next morning was warm and bright. I dressed light in a t-shirt and shorts and hurried out to the pickup. I opened the garage door and just looked at it for a minute—it was so masculine. I wanted one of my own in the worst way. I opened the door and got behind the wheel, and I realized I was getting a hard-on, it felt so good to be in the driver's seat of this truck and have it totally to myself. I adjusted my cock in my lap (which took a minute, because it's inconveniently big), briefly considered jerking off, and instead turned the key and grabbed the gear-shift, yanking it back into reverse. The gear-shift felt good in my hand as it vibrated with the power of the truck's engine, and I was reluctant to move my hand away off of it to drive.

It wasn't far to Tony's place. I pulled up the driveway and honked once. Tony immediately appeared at the door with his twin brother Johnny. They looked a lot alike, of course, but Tony had the edge in size—he worked out more. Johnny was a baseball and basketball player, where different strength requirements pertained. Still, Tony had told me that Johnny had started to get envious of Tony's build and had been putting in long hours at the gym so he could compete with Tony. Naturally this only spurred Tony to work out more to stay ahead. So as they approached the truck I could tell Johnny was more built than the last time I'd seen him a couple months before, but Tony—who was wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt and cut-offs as if to help me compare—was still bigger and better in every way.

Tony jumped into the cab in the middle, Johnny next to him. “Hey guys, you ready?” I said.

“Let's go,” Tony and Johnny said.

I immediately realized I had a slight problem: the way Tony was sitting the gear shift was between his legs. Tony seemed oblivious and I didn't want to say anything about anything that might be between his legs, lest I open myself up to some sort of taunting; so I reached between his legs and grabbed the gear shift, pulling it into reverse to back out of the drive. As I kept my hand in position to shift into first, I had little choice but to rest it against Tony's muscular leg, and I was started to feel my still-hard cock pump with excitement.

As if reading my mind Tony looked down and saw the outline of my cock in my shirts. “Looks like someone forgot to whack off this morning,” he said with a wicked grin.

“Not me,” said Johnny, who got a nudge from his brother. He looked over at my crotch and said, “Oh, him.”

I was blushing fiercely, but my cock was only getting harder from the attention. Meanwhile my arm was still draped across Tony's thigh, since I was still only in second; I felt Tony flex his muscle against my arm, pulsing as if in time with the throbbing of my cock. I was afraid to look at him, but I could feel the grin still burning. I wasn't sure if he was just enjoying taunting me, or—something else, I wasn't sure what. I'd done plenty of rough-housing and proper wrestling with Tony, but this felt a little different.

I tried to be glib. “Yeah, it's got a mind of it's own,” I said with a weak smile. “I think it wants to drive instead of me.”

“It wants to drive, huh?” Tony said. Johnny chuckled.

I looked over and both of them were staring at my crotch, fascinated. Johnny said, “Bro, you didn't tell me it was that big!”

“I didn't want to make you feel bad,” Tony said.

“Hey, mine's plenty big!” Johnny said.

“Let's compare,” Tony said casually. To me he said, “Come on, Dave, whip it out.”

My heart pounded. We were just pulling onto the interstate. I didn't need to shift any more, but I couldn't move my arm away.

“He's driving, he can't whip it out,” Johnny said. I glanced over and was startled to see Johnny's fully erect cock sticking straight up from the fly of his jeans. Tony was pulling his out, too. “I'll help him as soon as I get mine,” he said, sounding as if he were struggling.

“I'll get yours and you get his,” Johnny said.

“O.K.,” Tony said. Immediately I felt Tony's hands working on the fly to my shorts. I was too stunned to speak; it was all I could do to stay between the white lines. Tony opened my fly and reached in his hand to find my cock. I glanced over and saw Johnny hauling Tony's rock-hard boner out of his shorts. The thought that they both had the same long, thick cock was interrupted by the sensation of Tony's strong hand wrapped around my cock. He pulled it out through the fly, but didn't remove his hand.

“Well, dude,” Tony said, “looks like you've got us beat!” As if to accent the last word he started to stroke my cock, his wide hand filled with my wide, thick, rock-hard slab, his hand moving very slowly up, them down.

My breath was coming in gasps. “Dudes, you don't want me to crash, do you?” I said.

“Don't worry,” Johnny said, “we'll all keep our eyes on the road.” But at the moment his eyes were fixed on my big boner. I looked over and saw that like Tony he'd kept his hand on the cock he'd fished out and was stroking it like Tony was stroking mine. Tony had meanwhile reached out with his other hand and was caressing Johnny's thick hard-on.

Tony was looking straight ahead, a look of pure enjoyment on his face. Suddenly I felt like I shouldn't be the odd man out—I could be just as bold as them. Slowly I moved my gear-shift hand back, toward Tony's crotch, which seemed to be radiating heat. I felt a bead of sweat trickle down between my pecs as my hand found Johnny's. He moved his hand up and my hand wrapped around its first cock other than mine—it felt hot as hot coals and harder than steel. Moving my hand with Johnny's I started to stroke that cock, and my breath suddenly released in a long sigh that became a moan.

I kept my left hand on the wheel—we weaved a little but fortunately there was not much traffic. On impulse I moved my hand off Tony's cock and ran it up his hard, flat abs toward his chest, where I stroked those thick, full, 17-year-old pecs. Tony gripped my cock a little tighter, began stroking faster; it was lubricated by a steady flow of precum. He pressed his muscular arm against my own pecs and I moaned again, my cock jumping in his hand.

Suddenly I saw the warning sign for the upcoming exit we wanted. “Dudes, we're almost there,” I said, breathing hard.

“I know I am,” whispered Johnny. I saw Johnny's hand whipping Tony's cock—Tony started to do the same to both of us. I was flushed with erotic pleasure, my whole body quivering as if it wasn't just my cock that was going to cum. I continued stroking Tony's pecs through the sheer fabric of his shirt.

“Our shirts!” I said abruptly. “We can't come—it'll go all over our shirts!”

“Then we'll have to do without,” breathed Tony, and for emphasis, even as I pictured the three of us arriving shirtless, he yanked my cock, jacking it better than I ever had, and I gasped as I felt white-hot cum boil in my balls, build up pressure as I trued to hold back, then rocket out of my cock, splattering on my face and chest. I saw stars for a minute but with a herculean effort I kept us on the road.

“Oh yeah!” said Tony and Johnny, and I felt Tony's body shudder as he came, a burst of his hot liquid splashing on my caressing hand. Johnny cried out and I looked over and saw him shoot, to my amazement, over his shoulder into the back seat, a second burst falling across his chest.

The three of us fell back and said as one, “Wow!”

Just then the exit opened up and I pulled off, my heart still pounding, my cock still rock hard, standing straight up from my fly with Tony's hand still tight around it.

I pulled into the first gas station as we reluctantly and with some difficulty stowed our turgid cocks. As I parked we shucked out cum-stained shirts, tossing them in the back. I used a rag Dad kept in the cab to clean the cum off my face and off Johnny's head-rest. As I leaned across to do the latter Tony caught my face in his hands and brought it up to his, and I got my first kiss, sweeter, hotter, and more luscious than anything I'd imagined. My heart started pounding again and I barely heard Johnny say, “Hey, someone'll see us!”

Tony pulled my face away so he could say, “Who knows us here? Besides, Dave has me so turned on I can't help myself. You're just jealous.”

I looked at Tony and smiled, emboldened by his praise. “You're right,” I said. “We mustn't play favorites.” I leaned across toward Johnny, who eagerly brought his lips to mine and kissed me passionately, and before I knew it I felt his tongue in my mouth, dancing with mine, and I thought I might cum again. Tony took the opportunity to caress my torso.

Finally I pulled back, and Johnny said smugly, “So, which one of us is the better kisser?”

I grinned and said, “I don't think I have enough to go on yet.” We all laughed. Tony moved to kiss me again when Johnny said, “Check it out—the attendant's digging this.”

I looked over and saw a tall, lanky college kid with broad shoulders under his uniform shirt and long sandy hair, watching us from the office, his mouth open, his hand moving absently across the crotch of his jeans. He seemed to realize we were all looking at him and bashfully looked away.

Tony and Johnny grinned at each other as if possessed by the same idea. First the kissed each other for a minute, which was almost as hot for me to watch as getting kissed myself. Then Johnny opened the door and jumped out. Tony followed and beckoned for me to come too.

We marched into the office and stood in front of the guy, who couldn't take his eyes off us. I felt a weird feeling of power as I saw this guy was totally into our bods and the fact that we were into each other. Johnny asked Bob (his shirt said, “Bob” anyway) for the men's room key and he handed it over as if in a daze.

As we walked around the side of the building Tony asked, “How long do you think before he shows up?”

“A minute,” Johnny said. “Maybe two.”

Once in the bathroom Tony said, “I'll wait here,” and took up a position near the slightly ajar door.

Johnny led me back into the room. “Damn straight!” he said. “It's my turn to service this beautiful cock.” Before I knew it he had falled to his knees and was shicking my shorts. My hard cock slapped against my abs.

“What are you—” I started to say, but Johnny had already wrapped his mouth around the head of my cock, his eyes looking up at me with delight.

I closed my eyes and shuddered with pleasure as his hot mouth was filled with more and more of my rock-hard cock. His tongue, which had so recently been introduced to my mouth, now lolled about my thick cock, making me moan again and again in newfound delight.

The door opened and the attendant came in, walking slowly toward us, rubbing his crotch. Tony came up behind him and removed his shirt, revealing a defined, hairless torso—and a cock long enough that the head peeked over the waistline of his jeans. Tony whistled and zipped open the boy's fly, revealing a long, thin cock sticking straight up from a sparsely-haired crotch. As he continued to stare at Johnny's incredible ministrations to my cock, Tony got to his knees and took that long thin cock into his luscious mouth. “Bob” threw his head back but said nothing.

Meanwhile my breath was coming in ragged gasps as Johnny sucked my cock—my dick felt like it belonged in his wonderful hot mouth, and I pumped my steel-hard cock into that mouth gently at first, but before long harder and harder. I looked down and saw that Tony and Johnny had both freed their long, hard, thick cocks, but weren't rubbing them. Instead, Tony sidled closer to us, bringing Bob with him, so that they could reach out and jack each other's cocks.

This was a major turn on for Bob and me both, and even as I heard a whimper escape him I felt cum surging in my balls again, and before I could even warn Johnny I started to shoot; but he pulled off just in time, getting most of the burst full-impact against his face. Bob watched me come and them stifled a cry as he came, pouring torrents of cum onto Tony's surprised face. Tony and Johnny jacked each other's thick cocks harder and faster, and then suddenly they came together, leaning back so that the cum splashed across their chests.

“Man,” said Tony to Bob, who was already slipping his uniform shirt on, “how long had it been for you? Jeez!” But Bob just grinned sheepishly and left, leaving us three to collapse against each other until we had the strength to wash up.

We flirted shamelessly with Bob when we returned the key; he was obviously embarrassed but also very happy. As we walked back to the car I looked at my friends, feeling as if I was seeing them with new eyes. I took in their trim torsos rippling with muscle—muscle that now seemed more beautiful than anything on earth—and shook my head. “You guys,” I said, “you guys are just too fucking hot. You should never wear shirts, ever again.”

“Same for you, dude,” Johnny said.

“Yeah,” Tony added, wrapping an arm around me, cupping his free hand around one of my pecs. “You are starting to get an awesome bod.”

“O.K., then,” I said as we got into the truck. “From now on, the three of us will only wear shirts only when absolutely necessary.”

“Deal,” said Tony, shaking my hand as he climbed in next to me. Johnny did likewise, and we grinned at the formation of our silly little club as I pulled the truck out of the gas station onto the main road leading toward campus, legs pressed together and laughing at anything.

As we got to the campus Johnny whistled. “Man, I think they have our club here already,” he said. I looked around and sure enough, the place was crawling with hot, muscular guys, many of them without shirts on this warm spring Saturday, walking around, playing Frisbee, reading books in the shade. “Holy shit,” I said.

I fished out the directions to the dorm, marvelling that the number of shirtless hunks seemed only to increase as we got deeper into the campus. As we got to our destination Tony checked out another shirtless hunk, tall and long-muscled, standing by the entrance. “There's one,” he said.

“Yeah, look at him,” agreed Johnny.

I was about to agree when my brain pulled up short. “That's Joe,” I said, parking the truck.

Nonetheless as we got closer I had to admit they were right. I hadn't seen my brother in months and it looked like he had spent every day, all day in the gym. He had always been exceptionally good-looking but now, with that body and a new, close-cropped haircut, he was gorgeous, and I was startled and a little afraid to realize that I lusted after him, that I was checking out the outline of his cock, which was clearly visible in his sweats—Joe hated underwear.

Joe saw us and quickly covered the distance between us, taking me up in his muscluar arms in a big hug. “Great to see you kiddo,” he said, pulling away so he could look at me. “Man, look at you! I remember you looking like a scrawny bean-pole. What, did someone leave you this hot bod in their will? You win it in a contest?”

I was a bit flustered by his reaction, particularly his use of the word “hot,” so I just grinned and said he looked great too. “Thanks, kiddo,” he said with a big smile. “Actually I was really depressed a couple months ago, so I found solace in the gym. So who are your friends? I expected you'd come alone,” he added, and even though he didn't wink it sure sounded like he should have. I blinked and turned to the twins, who were staring at Joe with obvious lust, which Joe seemed to notice with a smile. “Um, Joe, these are my friends Tony and Johnny.” The brothers extended their hands automatically, and Joe shook one, then the other. “They came to check out the campus in case they want to apply here.”

“But we'll be happy to help you move,” added Johnny. Tony nodded mutely. I glanced at them, surprised—and even more surprised to be aware that I was a little jealous at the attention they were giving my gorgeous brother.

Joe agreed enthusiastically to the extra hands and we swiftly loaded up the truck. I expected Joe to follow in his own car but he clambered into the truck as I got in to drive, sitting in the middle before Tony or Johnny could get in. They seemed dismayed but Joe said, “It's not far. One of you can sit on my leg till we get there.”

“What about your car?” I said as Tony and Johnny scrambled to get in, Johnny eventually winning the race to Joe's lap.

“Crashed it in January,” he said. “That's why I got depressed. Don't tell Dad.”

Johnny favored me with a dirty grin as he settled back against Joe's impressive torso, Joe's pecs thick enough that daylight showed between Johnny's back and Joe's eight-pack abs, and through that gap I could see Tony's hand on his crotch. Joe wrapped an arm around Johnny's torso, for support (I told myself).

Once again I remembered where the gear shift was. I hesitated and Joe said, “Well?”

I could see Joe's cock. It was draped along his left leg, looking bigger than it had a moment ago. Frank and Johnny said, “Well??”

So I reached over and, my forearm against Joe's thigh, put us in gear. As I pulled out, I kept it there, because I needed to shift again soon (I told myself).

As I upshifted and Joe gave directions, I felt something touch my arm. Joe's cock had snaked down the leg of his sweats and had now come up against my arm. From the look of it it was still not fully hard, but it was already bigger than mine. I had never seen my brother's cock—had always tried not to—but now I could hardly take my eyes off it. “Watch the road,” Joe said softly.

We rode in this way until we got to Joe's new off-campus apartment, Tony and Johnny with their eyes closed from pure bliss. Joe seemed very relaxed too, and my whole body was immersed with lust for this man, this dream, who was my brother.

I parked and for a long time nobody moved. Finally Joe said, “Let's unload. Then I'll treat everyone to pizza.” Without saying anything Johnny, Tony, and I got out and together the four of us silently, quickly, and efficiently unloaded Joe's furniture and boxes into his new, more spacious digs. When we were done we stood in Joe's living room amidst the boxes, looking at each other. Actually, looking at Joe, who was looking at me.

Finally I stepped forward and, standing in front of him, staring into his more experienced eyes, untied the drawstring to his sweats. They fell to the floor and I looked down to see a cock of enormous proportions, inches longer than my impressive cock though not much thicker. Johnny and Tony were undoing my shorts, both of them incredibly turned on by Joe's and my newly awakened lust for each other. My cock was freed and it leapt to be next to Joe's, stretching to be as big. I felt four hands wrap our cocks together and, still looking into each other's oeyes, we both moaned. As they caressed our cocks I brought my lips to Joe's and we kissed: sweet and subtle at first, then growing in hunger, our hands roaming each other's bodies.

From somewhere the twins found lube and they applied it to our cocks, stroking our giant cocks together as we explored each other's mouths and caressed each other's muscles, our cocks pressed together like lovers, an incredible feeling. I was in ecstasy, no less because Joe seemed to be as well. I immersed myself in the moment, throwing consciousness to the wind.

Some time later I felt a cock against my ass and realized that one of the twins must have moved around behind me, through they were continuing to stroke our cocks with all four hands. I felt a chest press against my back and decided it was Tony's. My dick, already rock-hard, stiffened even more, and I felt like it was growing, trying to be as big as Joe's. I opened my eyes and looked past Joe to see Johnny, humping against Joe while stroking our cocks insatiably. He winked at me anmd I smiled back, even as Joe's hot mouth found the side of my neck and I nearly melted.

Meanwhile Tony was humping my virgin ass, sliding his cock up my crack. To my relief he took the time to loosen me up, retrieving one of his hands from the jerkfest so he could slide first one, then two, then three fingers into my tight, twitching hole, and initial dose of pain rapidly giving way to a new level of pleasure as he took out his fingers and slowly slid his big cock into my tight, easger ass. I kissed Joe hungrily, our cocks seemed to grow together into one giant slab of pleasure. A fire went through my body as he twisted one of my nipples.

I was overcome with sexual pleasure. I wanted it to never end and yet I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. Joe brought his sexy, sensual, muscular bod closer to mine, sweat lubricating our pecs as they rubbed together. Finally we started to get close and we each joined in the jerking of our massive cocks, eight hands working together in increasingly frantic rhythm until we couldn't stand it anymore and we erupted, our cocks unleashing bolts of white hot cum that hit our faces, our chests, our shoulders, everything. They came again, and again, even as the twins pulled out and shot all over our backs.

My cock finally softened for the first tiome that day, though it stayed half-hard as if on alert, as the four of us joined in a big hug. I don't know how much time passed before we disentangled ourselves and took showers. Afterwards as he ordered pizza Joe offered to lend us t-shirts, we declined, laughing, and I told him about our “club”—in fact I offered him membership, which he accepted with a grin. His membership was ratified by the full group, and my cock started to plump again at the thought of Joe sitting shirtless in class, drawing looks from all around.

Even as I was thinking this the pizza guy arrived. He was a handsome devil with short black hair and green eyes, and as he looked as the four of us a lustful smile spread across his lips…

But that's a tale for another day.

It seemed like a dream. I'd driven up to the state college in my dad's awesome truck with my friends, Tony (who was on the wrestling team with me, though he was a year older and a good deal bigger thanks to countless afternoons in the weight room) and his twin brother Johnny (competitive with his brother, he'd almost worked up to Tony's level in the weight room but concentrated on staying lithe and limber). I was supposed to be helping my older brother, Joe, move into new digs off campus, and Tony and Johnny were supposed to be checking out the school. But something happened on the drive up—we bonded on a level I didn't know existed. From the moment our hands wrapped around each other's rock-hard cocks for the first time, the moment I stroked another boy's hot teen bod freshly built with thick, pumped, strapping new muscle, the moment I shared my first kisses with their luscious mouths, I felt like we were linked somehow; I didn't understand it but man, it was there, it rocked my whole bod, and when we came on our shirts in the truck we all knew—and again I don't know how, but we knew—we'd keep that link alive by keeping those shirts off, nothing keeping our arms, our chests, our shoulders from each other. Then we got to school and our link, our bond, wrapped around my brother, my hot, hot brother, whom I saw with new and appreciative eyes. We stayed overnight with Joe and then Tony, Johnny, and I returned home, and it seemed like our bods melted together in the cab—it felt almost like we were one flushed, muscled, aroused, stimulated boy with arms and legs intertwined, three long, thick cocks surging and swelling, over and over, till at last when we came to our little town and I had to drop off the twins, I felt like I was breaking off two thirds of myself. They felt the same way, and got out of the cab very reluctantly. Finally I had to pull out of the driveway and they stood near the screen door and watched me go, their shirtless, teenhunk chests flushed and heaving, tight jeans filled not only with muscular cheeks and legs but also with huge and obvious erections—none of us had gotten soft once all day. I went to bed with an erection, and jerking off only seemed to prime my superhard cock.

Now it was the next morning, and I still felt painfully hard as I awoke a few minutes before the alarm, precum dripping onto my abs, the drops running lightly off the muscles of what would (I hoped) soon be a full-fledged “six pack” into the cuts in between. This was not a hardon that would go away in the shower. Without even thinking about it I wrapped my hand around it, and my cock jumped into my hand. It felt good, like always, to have my hand around it, but now I had experienced more. I thought about Johnny's hot mouth wrapped around my cock, how enormously wonderful that hand felt; and my dick, listening to my thoughts, jumped again. Two thoughts occurred to me at the same time as I continued to imagine Johnny's hot, sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. The first was that my cock was long, longer than Tony's and Johnny's (though not nearly as long as my brother Joe's); and the second was that there were wrestling exercises in which you bent your body double, that I did them nearly every practice, that I was probably the most limber guy on the team apart from Johnny. As these thoughts passed through my head my mouth and hips were already moving, without my really realizing it, until suddenly the quivering tip of my engorged cock was pressed against my lips, and I gave a little gasp. Eagerly my own cock pushed between my half-open lips, and I delightedly tasted my own precum as my long, thick shaft thrust halfway into my own hot mouth. It felt so beautiful, and as I sucked myself, I felt both as if I were competing with Johnny to give myself the best head and practicing to wrap my mouth around Tony's and Johnny's cocks. It didn't take me long to get close, and as my alarm went off I tossed a ton of hot delicious cum into my own mouth. What a trip!

After that experience, which brought back everything from the weekend, I only thought a moment about putting on a shirt as I turned off the alarm and got dressed. I couldn't do it. Instead I pulled on a pair of comfortable old jeans and my tennis shoes. That was it. I hurried downstairs for breakfast. Mom was already there, getting ready for work—Dad was already gone. She seemed to assume I would finish dressing after breakfast; anyway she reminded me there were some freshly ironed shirts in the laundry room. I smiled and she went upstairs. I hurriedly finished my breakfast, grabbed my books, and ducked out.

I got a lot of looks at the bus stop, but nobody said anything to me (though they whispered plenty to each other). I stood waiting nonchalantly. There were a dozen or so kids, and all of them were looking at me—some with more than just surprise, I thought. I got onto the bus and sat in the back. It was already warm and the coolness of the bus felt good against the beads of sweat that had developed between my hairless pecs.

Several stops later we got to the twins' stop. I craned my eyes to see if they had done what I had done. I knew they had—they had to have—but I wondered whether it had all been in my head, whether I had imagined—

Then they got on.

They were both wearing loose denim shorts and nothing else but their sneakers.

At first they seemed a little abashed—every eyes was on them, though many were staring in open admiration at their beautiful bods. But then the twins saw me and their eyes locked with mine, and we all grinned. At the same time from the moment I saw them—not only did my cock stiffen and swell to full erection in seconds—it felt like my whole body became one giant erection, swelling and stiffening, awash in hormones. They reacted much the same way, walking stiffly toward me, their shorts suddenly tighter and straining, and they sat down next to me on the back bench, Tony on my left and Johnny on my right. Our arms and shoulders touched—that's all we dared to do, since half the bus had actually twisted around to watch these manboys sit down—but it felt like fire.

Word spread quickly, and even as we got to our lockers to get ready for home room the vice principal's lackey was suddenly standing in our way. Mr. Kent, the vice principal, was notoriously lazy, and had recruited Jeff Masur, one of the larger (and dumber) seniors from the football team, to keep order in the hallways between classes—in exchange for not being kicked off the team because of really bad grades.

Mr. Kent had chosen well. Jeff liked bossing people around, and since he spent his afternoons working out in the school gym, he was as big as a college guy. Most everybody was afraid of him. Since Kent rewarded him in some way nobody knew a lot about for every detention he could make stick, nobody crossed him, and when he passed down the hallways people vanished.

Jeff stood in front of us, thick legs planted well apart, hands on his surprisingly trim waist, wearing a white polo shirt that strained around his pecs and shoulders and that had actually ripped open a little at the seams under his arms, exposing the flesh of his bulging lats. I dragged my attention to his face. He was smiling—we were instant detentions, and he knew it. A crowd of students gathered down the hall at a respectful distance. Standing behind Jeff was his stooge, a Jeff-wannabe soph named Mickey. He was even taller than Jeff, wasn't quite as big, and had short dark hair compared to Jeff's remarkable head of dirty-blond shoulder-length waves.

“Hmph,” Jeff said. “What do we have here.”

We exchanged nervous glances, instinctively pulling closer together. The twins were on either side of me, and the feel of their naked shoulders against mine, their arms against mine, their pulsing biceps against my triceps, the heat from their hot, teenhunk bods rushed through me like energy passed from one node to another, hot flesh to hot flesh, and I felt a surge of confidence even as my dick filled to overflowing with that physical energy, swelling massively in my jeans.

I remembered Jeff as if I had come back from a dream. I looked up at him and smiled. “What do you want, Jeff?” I asked, deliberately putting my hand in my pocket and adjusting my already hard cock. I watched Kent follow the motion, watched his eyes glitter with interest, watched them track up my shirtless, built bod, up to a face I suddenly knew he thought was hot. I smiled even more broadly. What did he want? I knew what he wanted. Mickey was eyeing us suspiciously—was he jealous?

Jeff glanced at the twins, then back to me, hesitating. “You guys step into my office,” he said, cocking his head toward the boys' room around the corner. He took a step backward—Mickey nimbly stepping aside—and watched to make sure we followed. We started moving and he turned and led the way, and we followed that excellent ass and hot broad back into the washroom.

Once we were inside his “office” he closed the door and turned the lock. We stood in front of him. I winked at my compatriots, who were just realizing we might have a chance as Jeff stood in front of us, looking us over—thoroughly. His jeans were deep black so I couldn't see what was going on there, but I thought I'd caught a movement.

Finally he spoke, but his voice betrayed him. “You fucks—” he rasped, them stopped and cleared his throat. “You fucks realize there's a dress code,” he said, macho again. Mickey looked at him in amazement. He always called his victims “fucks,” but somehow it sounded different now.

“We know,” I said, and I brought my arms up around Tony's and Johnny's broad shoulders, to show I was talking for the three of us. It felt so satisfying to feel those warm, firm, wide shoulders against my arms that I felt dazed and almost lost track of where we were again. I found the thread of what I was going to say. “But,” I said, “we don't have any choice.”

“What is it,” he said, trying to sound glib, “all of a sudden you're allergic to clothes?”

“Yes,” said Tony, glancing at us. “It's an allergy.”

“Any kind of clothes,” said Johnny.

“Just wearing these jeans is murder,” I added. “I really want to take them off—”

“Shut up,” said Jeff. One of his hands drifted to his jeans and began squeezing, unconsciously, the outline of what now looked like a monster cock, still only half hard. Johnny hadn't noticed, but Tony had, and he gulped, impressed and even more aroused. He was flexing his pecs, the best of the three of ours for sure, as if in time to the throbbing of our cocks. The air was heavy with arousal. Mickey's eyes were darting back and forth between Jeff and us, fascinated. His hand brushed absently across his own well-developed torso.

“You guys are just shitting me,” Jeff said suddenly, sounding surprisingly defensive. He was trying to hide his enormous cock with his hand, but he couldn't stop himself from rubbing it. His dark blue eyes stared at us in disbelief at his own reactions. Disbelief, and dismay. His nipples were stiff and erect, almost pushing through the tight, stretched fabric of his shirt.

I stepped forward. Jeff was breathing hard.

“No, we're not,” I said softly, moving toward him until I was inches away. That thick chest was heaving, and he was looking into my eyes like someone who knew he needed something bad but couldn't take the first step. “And you know what the best part is?” I breathed.

He didn't say anything, just stared at me.

“It's contagious,” I said, even as I brought my full lips hard against his. I pressed my bod against Jeff's and felt every muscle react, felt his whole body thrill to my touch—and as if my words had come true I heard his shirt suddenly rip—his heaving, suddenly writhing torso was tearing it open. He kissed me back with abandon, his sudden passion taking me close to the edge. I yearned to feel his flesh against mine and savagely ripped off the rest of his shirt, tossing it aside. I had time to notice a small crop of hair wedged between the tight, heavy, packed spheres of his pecs before I planted my chest against his. We both moaned even as we passionately explored each other's bods with our hands, our mouths, our tongues. I had awakened some kind of animal passion in both of us, and it was exhilarating.

In the mirror I caught Tony and Johnny going at each other, their beautiful cocks standing tall and stiff out of their shorts as if they had burst through the flies. For a while we all watched each other, getting even more turned on at the sight of all this flesh, all this arousal, all this heat. I don't even remember shucking our jeans, because the next thing I knew we were naked, and Jeff's monster cock—the biggest I'd ever seen, bigger even than my brother's huge log of a cock—was pressed against my abs, and he was humping me hard, my hands on his bowling-ball asscheeks. I felt the sexual heat of another hot body pressing against me from behind, sandwiching me with Jeff, a stiff hardon rubbing between my own cheeks. I figured it was Tony, but when I looked in the mirror I saw it was Mickey! He'd taken off his clothes too, but I saw he had caught and was clutching Jeff's discarded, ripped shirt. He was very worked up, as if he had been holding back for years, and he threw himself into our passion. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be immersed in those naked hot bods pressing against mine, muscled arms everywhere, beautiful legs intertwining, a writhing six-armed, six-legged manifestation of sexual heat.

And then the twins melted in with us, and we were all together, five bodies writhing together like one, and everywhere I turned there was a luscious mouth to kiss, or a muscular neck needing the touch of my lips, or a sex-packed torso to run my hands across—how many hands? I couldn't tell. So many of our hands were wrapped around Jeff's monster cock, and there was still room for more, and we all felt his pumping into those hands, the fists of many hands giving that cock the tight fuck it was too big to know from any ass. Our other cocks were deep inside other broad hands or hot slavering mouths or white-hot ass canals. Together we pumped, our bodies fucking together, until suddenly we all felt the monster cock surge, and the sensation shot through our bodies and drove us all over the edge, all our cocks exploding together, covering us with tons of hot cum.

We collapsed together, panting, dazed, and it was a long time before we reluctantly recollected our selves. We straightened up, but still all in a cluster, our bods pressed together, smiling, passing out a kiss here, a caress there, very unwilling to separate. Even as we cleaned up with paper towels we did it together. Finally I focused on Jeff's head, which was right in front of mine. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me softly, then pulled back far enough to say, “We have to go.”

We nodded sadly and slowly, one by one, broke away, until I was left pressed against Jeff. I pulled away with a final caress of his thick, heavy pecs and turned to find my pants. As I pulled them on and the twins got into their tight shorts Mickey crossed back to Jeff and after a little hesitation held out the ripped, cast-off shirt. Jeff glanced at us with a grin, then turned back to Mickey. “No thanks,” he said. “No more shirts for me.”

Just hearing him say that was enough to get me hard again, and I looked longingly at the other guys. Everyone seemed to feel likewise, but we had to go. For now.

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