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Peter was willing to do almost anything Sean asked. He liked Sean; in fact, the blond sophomore had become his best friend on the campus. To Peter, Sean was more than just a friend; lately, he'd become conscious of the fact that he was strongly attracted to Sean, and while it scared him to think he might be gay, he loved being with Sean so much he tried not to think about how hot the other boy looked -- especially when they showered together after swimming and Peter desperately willed his cock to stay limp until he got it washed, dried and stuffed back into his briefs.

Both boys lived in single-bed dorm rooms, but Peter's was in the mandatory freshman hall. Whenever Peter gazed at Sean's smiling face or ran his eyes down the blond's lovely trim muscled body when his back was turned, he wished they shared a dorm room. He wished, without bringing the thought to a complete conscious desire, that they shared the same bed.

"Sean," Peter said, "We've never even played the game together, so why do you want me to join a club? How do you even know I'd be any good?"

"Look," Sean said, "the club lost its fourth member and we need a replacement. Come on -- you'll like Bobby and David. They're fun."

But, Peter protested, he didn't play Ping-Pong -- had only tried it once or twice, and had always failed miserably.

"That's okay," his friend said. "It's not like it's a team or anything. We're just playing for fun. And anyway," Sean had said in an enigmatic way, "Sometimes losing is even better than winning."

"What does that mean?" Peter asked.

Sean winked.

"You'll find out if you join the club."

So, Peter agreed.

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The boys met for breakfast at the dining hall on Saturday and then left for the club's meeting, which was held in Sean's friends' rented house off campus.

Because Bobby's parents were wealthy, he and David were able to afford a neat little one-story home with a small basement. Peter and Sean drove to the house at the appointed time, and when the other boys let them in, adjourned to the lower floor. There was carpeting, a little bar, a small refrigerator, a portable CD player, a little bathroom off to one side and, in the center of the room, a large Ping-Pong table.

While Bobby and David went off to get a few beers, Sean whispered to his friend.

"Whatever happens, you've got to promise not to object. Okay?"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Never mind. Just promise."

"Sean --"

"Hurry up, they're coming back. Do this for me, okay? Just promise."

"Okay, I promise. But what --"

At that moment, their hosts returned and they started the game.

Bobby and David were teamed against Peter and Sean.

Within minutes, Peter knew they were going to lose, and lose badly.

It didn't take long.

Volley after volley whizzed by Peter's shoulder as he frantically tried to lob them back, his face reddening in embarrassment and his armpits become soaked with nervous shame. David and Bobby, sensing immediately that Peter was the weak member of his team, aimed the ball at him without mercy. They betrayed no meanness as they did so, but their deliberate assault was as obvious to Peter as it was humiliating. Worse, Peter knew he was making an ass of himself in front of Sean, the one person in his life he most wanted to impress.

When the game was finished, Peter nervously apologized for his lousy playing. Sean, though, just grinned. He seemed strangely happy to have lost. While Peter was trying to figure out why, Bobby and David stood in front of Sean and locked eyes with him.

Bobby spoke: "You ready?"

Sean nodded. The other boys swiftly removed the net from the table, then returned and picked Sean up by the arms, pulling him over to the table. Sean lay flat, his legs spread wide, feet planted on the floor and his belly pressed to the tabletop as Peter stared in confusion. What the hell was going on?

Bobby took hold of the waistband on Sean's short pants and yanked them down around his knees. Peter stared; sweat beginning to trickle down his neck. The sight of Sean's hot, underpants-clad bubble-butt was exciting him, and his cock stirred in his trousers. In Sean's position, his round butt stood out in perfect relief, and Peter stared with anxious, puzzled lust.

What the fuck was this all about?

Bobby stood behind Sean and grabbed a paddle from the table. Raising it, he brought it down, hard, across Sean's hot bottom. Sean cried out in pain, squirming as Bobby began to methodically smack his butt with the paddle. His crotch was pressed below the lip of the table, and Peter could see the pouch of Sean's underpants becoming fuller as the spanking continued. He was intensely aware of the growing lump in his own pants as he stared at his friend, bent over the table and getting one hell of an ass-warming from Bobby's agile hand. He hoped no one else could see his hard-on.

Before he had time to consider much more, Bobby had handed off the paddle to David. Kneeling behind Sean, Bobby yanked down the boy's underpants, revealing the reddening cheeks of the blond's perfect butt. Peter watched in fascination as Bobby pulled Sean's underpants down to his knees and Sean's cock popped out; the sophomore's penis was hard and it throbbed excitedly. Bobby felt weak.

Abruptly, David raised his arm and brought it down with a harsh stinging slap, the rubber-covered paddle head landing flat across Sean's already deeply blushing ass. Sean continued to squirm on the table, rubbing his belly across its surface. Pressed just below the lip of the table, his cock bobbed before him, becoming harder and thicker as it swung between his open thighs, the shaft and head grazing the table's underside.

Then the punishment stopped.

"All right, Peter," David beckoned. "It's your turn."

Peter sat dumbfounded. David and Bobby walked calmly toward him, lifted him from his chair and deposited him against the table next to the half-naked body of his beautiful friend.

He stood, stunned, as David and Bobby hastily unzipped his shorts and yanked them down around his ankles. Sean turned his pretty face to Peter and smiled. His left hand reached over to Peter's and held his wrist gently.

Peter stared back in confusion. But the moment was broken by the sudden assault on his own young butt.

He heard the first swipe of the paddle a moment or two before he felt it. Then, a burst of pain exploded in his rump, and he yelped. He tried to pull his hand back, but Sean held it tight. Then an agonizing, pain-filled volley of blows descended on his defenseless bottom, and he gripped the table in confusion, outrage and pain.

His cock had softened when the boys grabbed him, but now it was beginning to stir in his briefs, despite (or because of?) the agony of the paddle blows. Sure enough, when the gleeful couple behind him shucked his underpants down, Peter's strangely excited penis leapt forward from his crotch, and against his own will he began to register the erotic pleasure of the spanking.

Before he had time to fully codify his newfound source of sexual joy, the boys switched off once more and rained down a harsh series of paddle slaps on his naked bottom. Peter cried out in pain and dismay as the paddling continued, but his cock grew harder, its head thumping against the grainy wood beneath the tabletop. When he looked up, tears working their way out of the corners of his eyes, Sean's smiling face greeted him once more, and suddenly the pain meant nothing. He was naked from the waist down, his cock throbbing, his balls drawn up tight, his buttocks splayed and burning, next to the equally exposed boy he now confessed to himself he loved and desired.

Sean moved his face to Peter's then, and as their lips met, Peter felt the dull strum of pain in his tender ass-cheeks dim to a pleasant warmth. He reached for Sean's hands and as Sean responded, the two kissed in passionate abandon, oblivious to anything or anyone else.

"Hey," Bobby laughed. "That's against the rules, Sean."

They broke their kiss, aware again of where they were, and Sean blushed. Peter suddenly felt vulnerable, and scared. His scarlet cheeks trembled as he pulled himself back with stunning abruptness to the reality of the moment: two young guys he's just met were spanking his naked butt, making him hard, and here he was kissing another boy -- and in front of his tormentors!

Sean slowly brought himself up to his full height, his eyes clamping briefly shut from the pain in his burning bottom, and turned to face the others. Peter turned back as well, but found David's hand planted firmly on his back, holding him down.

Sean walked around the table, his delicious young cock bobbing before him, and faced Peter. Peter looked up at him and smiled. Sean allowed himself a brief grimace, and then, without a word, suddenly gripped his friend's wrists in his hands and held him tight. Peter looked at him, puzzled and feeling betrayed. Sean smiled shyly, but said nothing.

Without a word, Bobby knelt beneath the table, his face level with Peter's angry cock. Suddenly, the boy's lips were on Peter's dick and before he could register shock, he felt himself being given his very first blowjob.

Despite the betrayal, Peter closed his eyes in bliss, his head exploding as Bobby sucked him. Behind him, David was also kneeling, and Peter felt his hot, spanked butt-cheeks being pried apart by gentle hands. He started, and then let out a cry as a wet tongue dove between his buttocks and attacked his butthole.

No one but his doctor had ever even touched him there before, and here a boy he'd only just met was kissing his butthole! The electric thrill of the mouths at his cock and ass drove all other thoughts out of Peter's head. He swayed in place, moaning and gasping as Bobby licked his balls and David's tongue pushed itself with determined frenzy right into his asshole and up his rectum.

When Peter was close to release, he felt Bobby removing his lips from his aching dick. He almost wept from frustration, especially as David simultaneously withdrew his tongue from his tingling butthole. While his head spun in an amazed erotic whirl, he felt Sean's grip tighten on his wrists, and looked up at his friend, startled, as Bobby's hands grabbed his legs and held him tightly in place.

A familiar sound behind him sent Peter into immediate panic. He'd fucked enough girls in high school (and jacked off into enough rubbers) to know that what he was hearing was a plastic condom wrapper being opened. He spun his head back and stared as David slipped a condom over the head of what Peter saw was an extremely hard young cock. Bobby handed his friend a vial of lubricant, and Peter stared over his own shoulder in frightened awe as David greased his erect cock before reaching out and parting Peter's butt-cheeks.

Sean spoke softly: "I think he's a virgin, David."

Before Bobby could register the statement, he felt slick fingers invade the crack between his buttocks, and cried out.

"No!" Peter yelled, "Oh please -- noooo!!"

The fingers worked on, and Peter felt like weeping. He was about to get fucked up the ass! He felt David's index finger probe his anus, teasing him open. The finger slipped inside him, and despite his panic, the boy couldn't help moving his hips as David began to piston in and out of his butt, finger fucking him and massaging his prostate until his cock, which had gone limp when he realized what was about to happen, had sprung back to throbbing life. David skillfully added a second finger to the first and stretched Peter's anxious butt-lips, continuing to graze against the boy's prostate, making Peter's dick ooze a stream of pre-cum that slowly dripped along the underside of his cock-head.

When David finished lubing Peter's anus, the boy felt the unmistakable heft of a condom-covered dick between his cheeks.

He clenched down, hard, snapping his asshole shut.

"No! I won't let you! No!"

Sean twisted Peter's arm sharply, bringing the boy back into focus.

"It's the rules of the game, baby. Losers get spanked and fucked."

"Spanked and -- what??"

"You promised me, remember? You promised, Peter."

Peter felt shamed. He had promised, and if he wasn't true to his word, he knew Sean would never forgive him. The spanking was one thing -- okay, he'd resisted at first but he'd accepted it, hadn't he? He'd even gotten into it. But a few smacks on the butt, even a hard spanking with paddles on a bare butt, was one thing; getting fucked?? That was something else. His virgin hole was about to be split apart by a dick belonging to a boy he'd never met before this morning!

"Come on, Peter. They won't do anything unless you agree."

Peter felt tears streaming down his cheeks.

"But --"

"Decide, Peter. Now."

The face said what Peter feared most -- that he would lose his friend if he didn't come through on his promise.

The world spun and the seconds that went by felt like hours. Peter felt cold sweat trickling down his neck and freezing under his arms. He stared, unbelieving, at Sean's stern, unsmiling face. His cock continued to throb, but the fear of what was about to happen had caused it to become softer, and he felt the blood draining from the shaft. His mind played out the scene like an MTV video: cutting from moment to moment, from Sean's ass to Bobby's spanking to the hot lips on his butthole to the condom sheathed dick between his cheeks.

Then Sean spoke again, softly this time.

"It's the rules, Peter. David gets to fuck you first. Then Bobby gets to fuck me. But listen to me, Peter. After that, we get to fuck each other. You understand? You get to fuck me, and I get to fuck you. David and Bobby can stay to watch, or we can ask them to leave. But we get to fuck each other. And I want you to fuck me, baby. I want that bad."

Peter stared at his friend's angelic, perfect face and saw something there that hit him like a bolt. What was there was not the stern, unforgiving eyes of the judge, nor the sneering eyes of the betrayer. What Peter saw in Sean's eyes was the sweet invitation to romance. What he saw was love.

"Okay," he said softly. He looked over his shoulder at the boy whose cock lay poised to penetrate his virgin anus. "Just be gentle," he whispered.

The moment passed and Peter held himself for what was to come. He tried to relax his butthole for the onslaught, and as he felt the hands grip his torso, as the rubber-covered cockhead kissed his virgin hole, his cock began to swell again.

Sean leaned his body across the table, sought Peter's mouth with his own, and kissed his friend, his soon-to-be lover. And as their lips made a pact, Peter felt Bobby's hands beneath the table take hold of his cock and grab gently at his balls, and he relaxed into sex as David's invading spear began it journey up his butthole.

David respected Peter's request, and eased himself in with silken care. First, the tip pressed forward, slowly teasing the puckered opening into a relaxed state. Then the head slipped in, and David let Peter's asshole accustom itself to the width of his glans before pushing further. Peter's anus allowed the head to enter, then clenched down, relaxed, and the shaft followed. Sean, knowing his kisses were helping Peter relax and adjust to the cock sliding its way up his butt, intensified his kissing; he reached his hands toward his lover's chest and tweaked the nipples.

Peter moaned, his cock twitching from the electric shock of Sean's fingers twisting the tender flesh of his tits. Beneath the table, Bobby had begun ministering to Peter's cock with his practiced mouth. By the time David had completed his entry, his balls plopping against Peter's deliciously rounded bottom, Peter was all but oblivious; his mouth was full of Sean, his tits were exploding under his lover's insistent fingers, his cock was dripping with Bobby's salvia and shoved halfway down Bobby's open throat, while below the table the boy was tugging Peter's balls down with an urgent sensual pressure that sent spasms of physical bliss shooting from every nerve of Peter's sweat-drenched body.

David brought him top attention by thrusting up suddenly from behind. He leaned his body over Peter's and whispered into his ear:

"It's in, Peter."

David took one of Peter's hands and brought it behind his back and down, letting the former virgin feel the shaft between his thighs.

"Does it feel good?" David whispered.

Peter, clamping his eyes shut, moaned in answer.

Sean kissed him once more, and when Peter opened his eyes again, he realized that Bobby was no longer sucking his cock. The throbbing hard-on remained, however, spurred on by David's cock in his butt. But the boy whose mouth had so pleasured him was now on the opposite side of the table, behind Sean.

Bobby slipped a condom on and lubed Sean's asshole while David began to fuck Peter's butt in earnest. As Peter lay over the table and marveled at the hot steel rod squishing its way back and forth in his butthole, he saw Bobby grip Sean's waist and from the look on Sean's angelic face, Peter knew that Bobby's cock was sliding up his new lover's butt.

Watching the boy he loved get fucked sent a new thrill through Peter's body. David, meanwhile, was pistoning in and out, up and back in his asshole, fucking him faster and harder.

Sean gripped Peter's hands suddenly, and Peter, looking up and at the action across the table, realized from the frenzied movements of the boy behind Sean that a race was in progress. Bobby and David were competing to see who would cum first, and as the idea made itself clear to him, he felt a sudden slap on his own backside. David's hands continued to spank Peter, the blows increasing in speed and intensity, and he realized that the boy fucking him was trying to get Peter to climax faster than Sean.

Peter grabbed his cock then and jerked his cock wildly. The sharp, painful slaps on his rump continued, and David's fuck rhythms became increasingly frenetic, until Peter felt the cock in his butt jerk up, fast, wildly, impaling him. David was cumming, and Peter felt his own orgasm build. Suddenly, he shot, his cock spraying the floor below him, his sphincter tightening on the cock in his ass, pumping it, spasming up and down, clenching it tight.

David cried out then, and fell on Peter's back, still grinding away inside his hole. At that moment, Sean screamed and Bobby yelped, and the two spent themselves a moment later, Bobby pumping away inside Sean's butt and Sean spewing his hot jizz across the floor where drops of it splashed against Peter's torso.

The four lay, slumped and panting, on the table. Finally, with a kiss on his ear, David withdrew his cock from Peter's butthole and lay on the floor. Bobby likewise slid out of Sean's rump, and crossed the floor to lie on his lover's naked body.

Slowly, Sean looked up and smiled at Peter. Peter grinned back, and when Sean came to him and took his hand, they fell to the floor together, kissing. Although both were spent, their cocks limp and sticky, the kisses revived them and they felt their passion for each other rising as they caressed. Peter knew in a few minutes he would be up and ready. And as if reading his thoughts, Sean spoke softly to his friends.

"Will you guys leave us alone for a while?"

Neither Bobby nor David was offended. They smiled and rose, padding across the carpeted floor. They stopped by the lovers and Bobby rummaged through his pack and tossed a pair of condoms to Sean. Then they mounted the staircase, their arms around each other's waists. As they ascended the stairs, Peter noticed that their cocks too were reviving. He smiled to himself, imagining the two lovers upstairs, turning to each other and starting again.

The thought didn't linger long. Sean was running his palms down Peter's back and they stopped on his butt, cupping the cheeks.

"You were such a good sport, Peter," Sean whispered, kissing Peter softly. "But, God, I wanted to be the one to have you first."

"I wish you'd been the first," Peter said, returning the kiss. "But you can have me now," he smiled.

Sean shook his head.

"Make me wait. It'll be even sweeter. You fuck me now. I want you in me."

Peter smiled then turned serious for a moment.

"The other member -- the guy who dropped out -- was he your lover?"

Sean shook his head sadly.

"I've never been in love. Not with him, not with anyone. Not until now."

Peter wanted to weep.

"You knew I loved you, didn't you?"

Sean smiled. "Yeah. You were pretty obvious. It was all I could do to wait until today. Man, I wanted to jump your bones so bad. All I've ever had before this was sex. No one ever loved me."

He kissed Peter softly. Peter cupped Sean's butt tenderly.

Sean's hand reached down and gripped Peter's hardening cock. He smiled.

"Now, show me how much."

So Peter did.