Over at Donald's house, Clark felt like he had a turbo case of ADD. He could hear his friends talking, see what they were doing for their project, but damn, he just couldn't focus.
Donald had the 27" flat panel monitor turned to where everyone could see it while he worked on the website template. Eric and Brandon were sprawled on the floor and the futon in Donald's spacious room over the garage, there was Panic! at the Disco playing in the background and a faint odor of feet in the room. Yes, Brandon had his shoes off again.
Clark was buzzing with memories of the night before. He was also mesmerized by the sight of Eric's obviously unencumbered "package" as he lay on his back on the carpet. He felt a stirring in his own shorts, wondering how Eric was hung. Of course, they've all showered together but they were the showers of guys trying to get in, get out and not pop a woodie in front of his buds.
"That's it, I'm done!" stated Donald, spinning around in his desk chair. "I need to see some tits" he said with a chuckle.
"Just where do you plan to see those?" asked Brandon. "Julie's at some cheerleader camp through this weekend and I know you don't have a Plan B"
"Funny, you should say that grasshopper" Donald responded, "I have Plan B right here" He grabbed his crotch at the same time the boys saw the website for Xtube come up on the monitor. Clark snickered to himself and then saw the most recently viewed titles before Donald clicked away from the page. Clark saw "Self suck cum boy", "Bukkake Bitch" parts 1, 2 and 3 and one called "DP 12-2".
"Put on some gang-bang stuff" groaned Eric from the floor, although he had turned on his side. His Adidas shorts were bunched up on the bottom leg and there was a clear outline of cock and a nice large ballsack evident in the shiny navy blue shorts.
Suddenly, on the monitor was an orgy scene with two identical twin girls and about 6 chiseled guys with average to large cocks, hard as rocks, either being stroked or sucked by the two girls. Each had one in their mouth and one in each of their hands, servicing 3 men at once, with the guys trading positions from time to time during the 15 minute video until the final minute where all 6 guys exploded volleys of cum on the girl's faces.
Brandon was hunched back in the futon with his hand in his crotch, idly moving it back and forth. Eric was openly stroking his cock through his shorts while Donald sat back in his chair and watched them both and the video as it ran. Clark glanced around and felt less self-conscious about his own growing hardon since the others were obviously affected similarly.
Donald clicked to another video, this one of a girl and two guys in an Egyptian type setting. The girl seemed less than enthusiastic about the plowing she was getting from behind and even more disinterested in the cock she was servicing from the front. Suddenly, the guy in front leans over and locks lips with the guy in back as they continued to ram both ends of the girl in the middle.
"Oops, sorry guys, didn't know it was going there" excused Donald.
"Fuck it, at least they're into it, she could care less, it looks like" scowled Eric, continuing to stroke on the floor. Clark stared at his shorts and could see a pre-cum stain spreading across the front; proof that Eric was getting off on what he was watching.
On the video, the three had shifted around into a 3-way oral position, with the girl being eaten by a guy who was being blown by the other guy who was being blown by the girl. Out of the corner of his eye, Clark could see Brandon unzip his khaki shorts and pull his cock through the fly of his boxers. It looked like it was about 6" long and average thickness to Clark, curved up along his belly with a pointed head and open hole on the front. The video ended with an obviously over-dramatic orgasm for the girl as both guys kneeled over her, jacking each other's cocks in her face.
Donald fiddled with the keyboard and mouse, hunting for another video as his shorts tented under the desk. "Did you like that one?" he asked the guys.
"Fuck yeah" Brandon grunted, "let's have some more like that"
"Hey, if you spooge over there, you're gonna have to clean it up" Donald told him.
Brandon was seemingly oblivious but answered, "maybe you can clean it up for me, bitch, WITH YOUR TONGUE!" At that Donald launched over to the futon and started pummeling Brandon playfully, who didn't fight back, instead continued stroking.
Donald's crotch was still tented out and he started swinging it in Brandon's face, telling him "Maybe I should whip this out and let YOU see what a real cock is like!"
By now, Clark and Eric both have their shorts down and cocks out watching the other two wrestle on the futon. Clark glanced over at Eric and felt his eyes widen at probably the longest looking cock he'd ever seen. It looked to be easily a foot and looked even longer due to it's narrow circumference. Eric's fingers easily overlapped as he stroked the entire length up to the flared, mushroom shaped head that was visibly oozing at this point, damn near drooling.
"Dude, I need a fucking towel soon or I'm soaking your carpet with this stuff" Eric told Donald. He jumped off the futon a ducked into his bathroom to grab a wad of toilet paper and threw it at Eric who didn't miss a beat on his cock while he grabbed the paper in mid-air. He held the wad in front of his cock just as jets of cum started streaming out, soaking the toilet paper and his hand. When he finally stopped, the other three were staring at him openly and he blushed a bit at the show he'd just put on.
Brandon was still stroking himself and eased up from the futon and made a hunched over sprint to the bathroom, tightly grasping his cock as he made it through the door. He thought he made it too, in position over the sink, when a laser shot of cum emerged from the head, splattering the mirror 3 feet away, followed by another that hit just a bit lower and trailed to the faucet and sink. He cupped his left hand over the head and deflected the cum as he stroked 6 more jets of the fluid out, making a white-yellow puddle in the grey granite sink.
"Goddam" Donald muttered as he leaned in the door, "better get the Windex out, bitch, I don't want your spooge all over my bathroom."
"Fine, I'll clean it up after you slurp some" Brandon answered, and as he did, he scooped two fingers through the runny puddle in the sink and flicked a few droplets at Donald's face, splattering his cheek and lip.
"Fuck! I'll kick your little dago ass for that!" Donald yelled and grabbed Brandon's cock, spinning him towards him and as he did, Brandon drags his fingers again through the cum puddle and sticks them in Donald's mouth. Donald stops, lets go of Brandon's cock and wipes the excess off his face. Clark noticed that he never spit anything out though . . . . . curious.
While this scene played out, a cell phone started ringing "Smack That" in the room. Eric turned and grabbed it from his backpack and muttered "H'lo" into it, listened for a bit and then said, "OK, we're wrapping up soon, I'll get Clark to drop me off"
