Of the four Delta Iota Kappa brothers who lived in his room, he liked being the biggest and oldest. It made him feel important. Even if he was probably the dumbest among them, his hot body was the best. His tight 20 year old jockcolt muscles were awesome, he thought to himself. All the bench presses, rowing and curls through high school had paid off. Not only did it give him the strength to make it onto the football team here at college, but every chick on campus was after his chiseled chest, ripped abs and tight ass.

He felt even more studly from the sparse coating of dark hairs that spread thinly across his pecs. The fucker looked so cool. After takin' a quick whiz, Blake tossed his towel over his head and dried his hair as he banged open the bathroom door and strode butt naked back into the large bedroom, his big thick studcock proudly hanging half-hard over his heavy sportboy nuts.

The other three DIKs were up too. It may have been late, but who gave a fuck? All the boys were restless and not about to hit the sack. Billy was laying on his bed leafing through one of Blake's weightlifting magazines and was now glancing up and comparing the big naked jockboy in front of him with the pictures in the spread. Blake wasn't near as big as they were, he thought, but he sure was better looking.

Billy felt his dick plump a little inside his briefs. Looking at his hot looking studly roommates always put him on the bone. He would never say so, of course. He was a smaller boy, a gymnast, and his 18 year old muscles were no match for them if the dudes figured him for a fag and decided to pound him into the ground. But fuck, look at that big pony cock on Blake. It must be eight inches or more.

Billy wished he could feel another boy's dick, thick and throbbing, in his fist. His own cock began to thicken more, so the young black-haired, blue-eyed boy forced his mind away from Blake's slab of meat to get himself under control. He switched to a copy of Sports Illustrated and tried to pretend to himself that he didn't like guys. A layout of young high school and college baseball players wasn't helping much though. He tried not to think of how cute and studly the boys were and what they might look like stripped right down to just their cups and jocks. His dick chubbed a little more.

No one noticed though. The other two boys, Ryan and Sean, both 19 year olds stripped to just their briefs, were busy panting their way through a tough arm-wrestling match at the table. Ryan was a little smaller than Blake but was just as tight and defined, and he nearly always won these matches. Sean was a slimmer boy, but surfing his way through high school had given him a defined swimmer's build, and he beat Ryan sometimes as well. Blake was now shaking out his still-wet hair as he threw his towel onto a pile of dirty clothes at the corner of his bed.

"Fuck, Blake, quit splattering that water on me," huffed Ryan under his breath as he finally pressed Sean's wrist to the table top.

"Fuck off, asswipe," Blake boomed back playfully.

Ryan, a dark blond boy with bright blue eyes, jumped up from his seat and tackled Blake, the two boys falling hard onto Blake's bed and wrestling happily. Ryan was a good looking, popular boy on the baseball team and built pretty well himself, but even so he was soon writhing under Blake, locked in his tight arms, a steel-hard bicep crushed into his neck. He felt Blake's big cock against him too, sorta wedged between his smooth young thighs just above his knees, stiffer than before. Ryan's own dick was pronging out a little in his briefs now too, pressed high into Blake's hard stomach. Tightening his grip, the older boy jabbed his boner between his buddy's legs a little deeper, stiffening all the way up, and Ryan's own athlete rod throbbed harder as it jammed into Blake's navel.

The feel of the prick stickin' it to him like that broke Blake's concentration for just a second, just long enough for Ryan to slip loose from the other's grip. Neither boy really thought about the boners all that much though. Both guys always seemed to spring woodys when they were wrestling and shit, tight young teenboy bodies rubbing around together. Fuck, they were just kids, raging with hormones. Any kinda rubbing against hot sweaty skin was gonna make em pop a boner. No big fucking deal. Dudes just throw rods off this, that's all.

It would have been harder for Sean to explain himself though, just sitting there. As he watched his two brothers sliding around on the bed again, wrestling tightly, his surferboy beachdick began to thump up too. He could feel it, even though he was afraid to look down. He could see Blake's boner sticking out rigid and red as the boys maneuvered around, each looking for the best hold, and Ryan now looked about as stiff as a baseball bat in his briefs too.

Sean brushed his blond hair back from his deep brown eyes and looked around for something to distract himself. On the night stand next to Billy there was a current Penthouse û the perfect cover. The wrestling boys were too caught up in their game to notice Sean's half-rod as he went over to grab the magazine and dropped onto the bed beside Billy. Billy seemed to be concentrating hard on the copy of Sports Illustrated as Sean spread out next to him, but it looked like Billy's dick wasn't totally down either. Sean wondered if maybe Billy had gotten kind of a stiffy seeing the other boys pitchin' it too.

Nah, he seemed all wrapped up in the magazine. Probably just hangin' long from the heat. Sean dropped the thought and flipped through the pictures of pussies. He could let his boner boing all the way up now without anyone thinking twice about it, but he glanced over at his wrestling frat brothers from time to time just the same. He didn't know why seeing another boy's hard cock made him get a little horny once in a while, but it did.

Luckily, the Penthouse gave his rod an excuse, just like the pussies in porn videos did when they rented them. All the boys would be thwacking up hardons in their underwear as they watched the fucking and sucking on screen, but for Sean at least, it was sometimes the porn guy's bonehardon that he was really watching and spikin' it to. And sometime's Blake's, poking up stiff as a board in front of his buds. Man, Sean really wished he could get his hands on that kid's big football player rod.

Ryan and Blake were really breathing hard now, laughing through their short breaths as they ground into each other, each boy trying to pin the other. Ryan had a total hardon going, and it skidded stiffly through his briefs across Blake's thigh. As the boys twisted and turned, a streak of Blake's precum had trailed across Ryan's stiff nipple and dark tanned pecs, and Blake's throbbing boner was now threading another thin clear string down Ryan's forearm as he clutched Blake's thigh. Knowing there was no other way out, Ryan soon reached between Blake's big legs and grabbed the kid's huge bullnuts tightly.

"Okay, okay," chuckled Blake, releasing the other boy. He felt Ryan give his nuts a quick squeeze before letting go. The boys sat back on their heels on the bed, facing each other as they caught their breaths. He saw Ryan staring down at the throbber between his frat brother's legs. Blake looked down at his hardon too, then over at Ryan's hard wood, the white, sweat drenched cotton clinging around his flared cockhead.

"Fuuuuck, we're fuckin' *boned* buddy," Blake whispered huskily. He reached up and wiped a string of precum from Ryan's hairless chest, smearing it off his finger onto his damp towel. "Sorry about the mess, man."

Ryan grabbed the towel and mopped up the tracks down his arms, stomach and legs. "No problem, dude."

"You missed a little," said Blake quietly as he rubbed his fingertip across Ryan's popped out tit, glistening with a glob of precum, and swiped it away. He reached down and curled his fingers around his own rigid shaft. "Man, I really throw wet ones, huh dude?"

"Yeah, long drippin' boners," Ryan whispered back, his own hand dropping to play casually over the front of his underwear. "How fuckin' long is that thing anyway, Blake?"

"Don't really know, fucker." Blake looked up at Ryan. He grinned. "Wanna find out? Wanna measure it?"

"Fuck yeah," Ryan whispered, feeling increasingly horny as he whipped a fingertip around his bulging ridge. So Blake slid forward and threw his big thighs over Ryan's. Their sweaty nuts mashed together through Ryan's briefs as Blake pressed his dick up against Ryan's young throbber. Blake's looked a good inch or so longer. Ryan tried to press upward more, causing his hardon to ram harder against Blake's.

"Here lemme just . . . ." He unhitched his briefs from his up-pointing stalk and hooked them under his beefy balls. His fratboy cock thwacked up against his stomach stiffly, then rested outward at a high angle. He wrapped his fingers around the two rods and held them together again, but Blake's dickhead still stood alone above the other, his precum slowly leaking down in a fine drizzle over both shafts and Ryan's gripped fist. The boys got even stiffer feeling each other's hardon throbbing hotly against his own.

"Hey, this isn't fair," Ryan finally said. "You're sitting up higher. We gotta do this right and really measure em."

Blake smirked confidently, faintly humping his swelling bone up through Ryan's hand against the other kid's rigid cock.

"Sure, if you want, but I'll still have you beat by a whole dickhead. But go ahead and get the ruler then."

Suddenly, they remembered their other two frat brothers in the room. Both boys looked up at Sean and Billy laying on Billy's bed. They were both staring right back, wide-eyed, both going stiff in their briefs. Ryan smiled nastily at their hardons.

"Go ahead and get the ruler, bud," Blake said to Ryan. "Look, nobody says nothing about this or I'll fuckin' kick the shit out of you, got it?" he warned the other two.

Ryan burst into laughter as he got up and went to the desk, his cock still spiking up out of the top of his underwear. He fished around in the drawer. "Who the fuck *would* say anything about it, you dipshit? You think any of us wants anybody else knowing we're all throwing rods? About to whip em out and measure our sticks? They'd call us all queers or some shit."

"Hey wait, I'm no fuckin' queer," boasted Blake, suddenly worried that his innocent suggestion to compare boners might mean something else.

"Whaddaya mean, '*our* sticks,' Ryan," said Sean warily.

Billy squirmed beside him nervously, adding, "Yeah, how did we get into this?"

"C'mon, dudes, it'll be fun," said Ryan waving the ruler. "We're not queer, just . . . curious boys, that's all, ya know? And yeah, yer gonna do it too, Sean. You too, Billy. We all show what we got. That way nobody's gonna talk."

Blake sighed deeply, once again convinced he was straight and nobody would say anything about this.

"C'mon, get over here boys," Ryan ordered as he got back on the bed in front of Blake.

The other two fratkids looked at each other, waiting to see which would move first. Finally, Sean looked down at Billy's boner, then down at his own. He looked up with a little embarrassed smile like "what's there to hide after this?" and slowly got up.

Billy hesitated a moment but soon followed, and the two boys sat on the bed with Ryan and Blake: four hot horny fratboys, spiked up stiff in a circle.

"Welcome to the contest, bro's," Blake whispered hornily.

Ryan began dreaming up rules to go by. "Okay, first, nobody measures himself, so you can't cheat. I'll do Blake first."

He reached out and curled his fingers around the boy's burning, throbbing shaft, curved slightly upward. "And we measure em all exactly the same way. Bend it down long and straight as it'll get, ruler along the top, jammed into the dude's pubes as far as you can go."

Billy and Sean were now slightly groping their crotches some as they watched Ryan push Blake's thick hardon down so it stuck straight out, the skin tight, his wet dickhead leaking all over Ryan's hand. He was breathing real hard and shakily now as his buddy fingered his boner while he slid the ruler down tight into his dark curls and held it firmly to the shaft.

"And then you measure it holding the whole rod pressed right into the ruler so the curve doesn't make it measure shorter. Then ya read it at the furthest point it makes it to right at the tip."

The boys leaned in slightly, expectantly, as Ryan looked carefully at the wet piss-slit of Blake's hardon pressed to the ruler.

"And . . . of course . . . since it's a contest, like Blake said . . . there's a prize." He looked up grinning into Blake's fiery eyes: "Biggest gets beat off by anybody he wants, right?"

Blake grinned back lustily at him. "Right!"

"Eight and two tenths, Blake. Big dick, bro."

Blake smiled broadly and looked around at his frat brothers while Ryan felt his shaft up and down once more before letting go. "So which one of you's gonna gimme the handjob, huh? Lessee. . . ." He grinned at Ryan again with a dirty, knowing look.

Ryan just smiled and held out the ruler. "Somebody do me now. Here, Billy, you do it. If you just go for it you'll loosen up, man. C'mon, this is cool. It doesn't make you a fag or anything, man. It's just for fun. Just this once."

He poked Billy in the chest with the ruler, and the younger boy slowly took it from his grasp, feeling awkward: "I dunno . . . I--"

"--and smallest has to jerk off everybody else," Ryan interrupted, enjoying himself as he kept creating his game.

"Have you done this before or something," said Sean. "And what's all this shit about jerking each other off anyway," he added defensively while trying not to think about why he was getting so fucking stiff.

"It's no contest if there's no risk, right?" Ryan slapped Sean on the shoulder. "Don't be a wuss, dude. Besides, with a woody like that, it don't look like it's bothering you all that much anyway, bud." He reached over and squeezed Sean's stiffy through his briefs. "C'mon, bro, it'll be cool. Just this once. Besides, we all get off smackin' the dong in bed every night anyway, listenin' to each other sloshin' around in the handlotion. It's not like there's that much to hide."

It was true. Not long after they had moved into this room in the house, all four boys had caught each other jerking off in the bathroom or even right here on a bed when another came home unexpectedly. And they always seemed to be springing hardons. They had finally just started to joke about how they all needed a good whackoff ever day, and eventually they had taken up a nightly ritual of tossing around a bottle of handlotion from bed to bed in the dark, each boy masturbating in his own bed, but listening to the others as their wet fingers slipped up and down their burning rods. Still, it had never gone anywhere near this far before.

But Ryan was insistent about it happening this time. "Listen, Sean, we'd be buffin' our bats ourselves in a little while anyway, and a different hand'll feel cool just for a change. It's only this once. Why, you chicken? Think yer gonna lose?"

Sean felt Ryan rub his cock a little more before he let go. He finally laughed softly, feeling safe so long as he'd had to be talked into it. "What the fuck. Okay."

Ryan turned back to Billy, looking deep in the other's eyes. "C'mon, kid, quit worrying about it all and just measure me, fucker."

Billy's face was reddening badly as Ryan whipped off his underwear, his long, straight, slender cock sticking up at a 45 degree angle toward Billy's face. Billy just sat there a moment looking at the throbbing boner in front of him. Slowly his hand began to reach out hesitantly. He too was still scared of the other boys finding out how much he really wanted to do this, how much he really liked dick.

Suddenly Sean chimed in, sounding hornier: "Yeah, go ahead and grab it, man."

Ryan and Blake both looked at Sean's lust-filled eyes as he looked intently at Ryan's big beachdick. He wished he had a dick like Ryan's, almost as much as Blake's. Fuck, he was starting to feel like he wanted to grab the fucking thing himself, play with it, make it squirt. His own young surferboy rod was really poking his briefs out all the way now. Seeing his buddy's beautiful total boner right up close like that had made all his secret dirty feelings about other boys come welling up to the surface.

Finally Billy reached out and carefully put a fingertip on the head of Ryan's cock and slowly bent the high-pointing dick downward until it poked straight out.

"Yeah, do it, buddy," Ryan breathed, hot and horny at getting his dick felt. The boy's fingers fiddled with the big narrow dickhead as he tried to hold it in place from bobbing around so much while laying the ruler on top of the shaft.

"Dude, you gotta make it hold more still, Ryan, so I can get it right," he managed to say in a near whisper.

"Can't help ya, bud. The fucker always bounces like that when I'm on the bone this hard, man." Billy curled his fingers around the underside of the long thin shaft, gripping all the way around it to the ruler, pulling the stick down harder against the top of the pulsing boner.

"At least it doesn't curve at all so we can get the measurement real good," Ryan said as he watched carefully. With his other hand, Billy cupped the boy's low-hanging baseball nuts while using the fingertips to hold the end of the ruler tight into Ryan's thin, dark-blond pubes.

"Okay, guess we're ready," said Ryan. "So how long is it, man?"

Billy leaned down close and looked carefully at the gaping red tip as he whiffed in the sweaty jockboy smell of Ryan's crotch. "Eight and . . . four tenths. Fuck! You're bigger than Blake is, Ryan!"

The bronzed baseballboy chuckled and looked up at Blake who was staring open-mouthed: "So who's gonna give *me* the handjob, huh?"

Ryan laughed again as Billy and Sean joined in.

"No . . . fucking . . . way," protested Blake. "Gimme that fuckin' thing," he exclaimed as he grabbed the ruler away from Billy. He gripped Ryan's hardon in his big fist and handled it roughly, bending and pressing it against the ruler and checking for himself. "Fuck, dude. You *are* bigger than me." He dropped the ruler and felt along the long dick for a minute, up and down all over it, as the other boy's watched him admiring Ryan's cock.

Ryan leaned into Blake's ear and whispered, "You're still thicker, bro," and the other boy smiled proudly.

"Come on, let's get on with it," Sean cut in.

"Okay, little fuck. Let's see what *you* got, studboy," laughed Blake as he grabbed Sean by the legs and pulled him toward his lap. Sean fell onto his back giggling as Blake threw the boy's legs up in the air and pulled his underwear off, letting Sean's thighs fall over his own around his waist, the kid's butt in his lap, his balls pressed into Blake's stomach. "Okay, fucker, let's play doctor, buddy." Blake was breathing hard, obviously enjoying the feels he was getting of his brothers' fratbrat fucksticks. His own prick was pressed wetly into Sean's back now as the boy lay in his lap staring up at him and looking hornier by the second. "Aw, it's a cute little thing," Blake joked as he fingered Sean's smaller stiffy, then gripped his hand around the shaft. "Good solid bone though," he told everyone. "But it ain't gonna win."

Ryan had begun to openly masturbate now as he watched the show he had started really take off. His fingers were sliding lazily up and down the whole length of his cock, the fist stopping for a hard squeeze on the shaft once in a while. Even Billy seemed to be letting his horniness take over now and looked more relaxed as he played with the front of his briefs.

"Blake's just kidding you, Sean. I like your dick, dude," said Billy as he looked at the boy's stiff, veiny woody waving in the air while Blake's fingers moved all over and around it gently, checkin' it out but good.

"Yeah, looks real cool, Sean," Ryan added, although it was obvious to everyone it was no match for the two that had been measured already.

"Don't *feel* cool," said Blake. "Fucker feels hot as hell. Hey look at that. It's gettin' a little drip on the top. Betcha *this* feels bitchin', don't it, dude?" he said nastily as he let his thumb graze the tip and spread the precum down just under the head. "So you throw wet boners too, huh?"

"Sometimes," Sean whispered. He could hardly breathe, let alone talk. The boy he was hottest for was fuckin' around like crazy with his surfer board. If Blake didn't quit feeling him up so much like this he felt like he was gonna cream pretty soon. Even though it was obvious that all the boys were really getting off on this now, he still didn't want to blast his load all over Blake. At least not this fast. "C'mon, man, measure it, will ya?"

Sean had a dick that stuck straight out, so as Blake pulled it toward him it would have bent downward over his nuts if the other boy's stomach hadn't been in the way. Blake held the length of the rod against himself, pressed into the fine trail of dark brown hair that ran down the center of his stomach below his navel. He felt it throbbing hard against him as he shoved the ruler between the dick and his stomach into Sean's blond bush. All the boys looked closely where the tip rested against the ruler. Blake bent forward, his face close to the sweaty hardon as he strained to read the ruler. "Looks like, um . . . about six and a half, buddyboy."

"Six and seven tenths," Sean corrected him, his deep brown eyes searching around for approval.

"So you've measured it before, huh fucker?" Blake laughed softly and stroked the stiff bone from top to bottom against the ruler.

Ryan looked closely and nodded. "Yep, he's right: six point seven. That's cool, bud. It's bigger'n most dicks."

"How the fuck would *you* know?" laughed Blake as he continued fondling Sean's increasingly wet throbber in his lap. He tossed the ruler onto Sean's stomach but kept holding the boy's stick against his gut, faintly rubbing it across his stomach from side to side.

"I've just heard, that's all. They're usually about six I heard."

Ryan's slow pumping stopped a moment as he pressed his boner down and let it snap up and spring in the air, repeating the horny dickplay several times before he started in again jacking off. He was watching Blake's hand carefully, the other boy not realizing fully how much his big fingers were stroking Sean's shaft, tracing the thin veins, fingering the ridge, palming the head, groping down into his bush and messing with his beachboy balls. As another small drop of precum seeped out, Blake absently smoothed it around the tip.

Trying to keep himself from sperming, Sean grabbed the ruler off his stomach and reached over to tug at Billy's briefs. "Okay, Billyboy, lemme see that little wiener, kid." Billy straightened his legs as Sean pulled down his underwear for him. The elastic band caught on the dickhead as Sean was stripping the kid, and everyone watched a fairly thick, sharply curving shaft come into view from the black pubes. At last, a good sized mushroom cap thwacked up, smacking loudly against Billy's tight stomach as the briefs cleared it. Billy's boner stayed like that too, curving straight up, pressed into his stomach. Sean tried to bend it but could only get it a little more than an inch down, so he leaned in and with both hands worked the ruler in between the dick and stomach and pushed down enough to know he'd hit bottom into Billy's jet-black curls.

Sean strained his neck to double-check before he finally announced it. "Seven inches -- exactly. Fuck! I fuckin' lost. Thought I'd at least beat *you*, ya li'l fucker."

"You are gonna beat him, dude," Blake laughed as Ryan suddenly jumped up from the bed and went to his nightstand. "Yer gonna beat ol' Billyboy's boner right here, right now, man. Then ya gotta do me too, buddy. That's the deal." Blake squeezed Sean's hardon playfully, the boy's legs still around his hips.

Ryan hopped back on the bed and tossed the bottle of handlotion in front of Sean.

"Go for it, man. Pull him off, Sean. Let's see ya make it squirt, dude."

Ryan began tugging his rod again they all watched Sean snap open the lotion and pour a good sized glob into his palm. Sean looked around at all the nasty eyes and gave a dirty look back. There were no secrets now, no more guards up: every one of the boys was now obviously hot for dick and openly anxious to make 'em spray, see their hot looking fratbrat buddies spurt their wads.

Sean reached over to Billy and smoothed the stuff along the underside of the kid's raging hardon, coated the bobbing head, then firmly grasped the pulsing shaft. He could feel Blake's fingers getting even busier on his own dick as he told Billy to get closer, pulling him by the boner right up beside him, just below his head, the boy up on his knees over him. Billy's cock was now right above his neck and chest, aimed straight up at the ceiling as Sean began to rhythmically pump it up and down, the lotion giving off a crackly smacking sound.

"Yeah, fucker, jerk that fratboy dick," Blake breathed, his total horniness over this show blazing in his lusty gaze. "Beat that kid-dick off, buddy." Blake's fingers were stroking over Sean's cock almost as much as Sean's own hand was working Billy's dick now.

Billy began to moan and squirm as his hardon reddened under the sturdy, lotioned strokeoff his frat brother was giving him. "Mmmm, you do that good, man," he breathed.

"I've had enough practice," snickered Sean as he stroked Billy's boner with as much care as he gave his own every night, his arm sliding steadily, his dark bronzed bicep flexing with each full ride up and down from tip to pubes. His slippery fist was loudly smacking with all the handlotion, his other hand pouring on a little more every minute or so as it slowly absorbed into Billy's cock. The sound they heard every night from each other's bed was now turning all the boys on more than ever as they got to see the throbbing woody and nasty dickplay that went with it.

Sean kept masturbating Billy with long, firm strokes to the tip, then back down deep into his black hair, making the kid's spike stand tall, red and rigid. Sean let his head fall back to the mattress now as he watched the jerkoff he was giving Billy. Soon he squirted some of the lotion onto his other hand to fuck around with the young gymnast's tight, boyish nuts too. He pulled and worked them down until the kid's nads were hangin' as he palmed them.

Blake fished between his own thighs with his free hand and began messing around with Sean's beachballs down there too as his other hand now began to fully masturbate the boy in his lap. His own hardon ached as it jutted and throbbed down there against Sean's back, turning both guys on even more at its angry wet pounding against the surfer kid. "Yeah, beat little Billyboy off, fuckstud."

No one was even sure if Blake realized altogether how much he had been playing with Sean's boner all this time, maybe not even Blake himself, who had been watching all the action on the other cocks the whole time he held it and fondled it. But he hadn't let go of Sean's stick once since he had measured it several minutes ago.

Finally Ryan looked over from Billy's rubjob as he continued to beat his own stiff meat and spoke up. "You better watch out there, Blake, or Sean's gonna give ya a faceful any second, man. Yer about to make the kid cream."

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