Freaking Out Mr Pierce

We spent a couple of minutes rubbing our cocks beneath the sheets like that in a state somewhere between semi-arousal and semi-amusement.

Then Adam said, "Okay... so who's gonna be the first to show himself off..."

I knew it wasn't going to be me. Most of these guys had seen my cock hundreds of times and in various states of arousal over the years we'd been at school together, but I sure as hell wasn't going to give them a public show of me wanking to have them take the piss and then renege on the plan.

Campbell surprised me - he was normally pretty quiet and tended to be quite reserved about showing off his body - by pushing his bedclothes off himself, saying, "Okay... how's this for starters...?" His erection poked out from the fly of his stripy boxer-shorts, being rapidly pumped by his right hand, while he grinned over at us. It looked about six inches long and was impressively thick: the stem was so thick, in fact, that the red bell-end of his cock seemed narrower than it. His foreskin glided effortlessly over it as his hand jerked it up and down.

Dobby laughed, "Phwoaar! Campbell's sportin' a thick un!"

Adam grinned over, his hand increasing its rhythm on his own cock beneath his bedclothes. He called out, "Nice one, mate!"

Campbell kept smiling, seeming to enjoy having us admire his cock as he wanked it.

I was amazed at how much it had changed since I'd last taken any notice of it. I guess the last time I'd looked at it must have been when we'd all been pretty new to the school and had found creeping around the boarding house at night and catching each other masturbating endlessly amusing.

A small group of us had caught Campbell one night, sneaking into his room and pulling his bedclothes off his bed while he played with himself. It had been a kind of joke revenge at something Campbell and his mates had done to us a couple of nights earlier.

As I remember it, though, Campbell hadn't stood out as someone with a particularly thick cock back then: from what I could remember he'd just blended in with the majority of guys who were pretty average. Just one of countless pale, thin dicks that had poked upwards like pencils towards our bellies.

It was incredible to think that such an unremarkable boy-sized cock could have developed, over just four or five years, into the hugely thickened manhood that now filled his whole hand. I found myself marvelling at its transformation.

I guess the same must have been true of all of us: none of us had seen each other's cocks, at least not aroused, for years. The whole group of us just peered over at Campbell, looking pretty stunned by how much his cock had fattened; at how utterly different it now looked in its adult form.

Campbell called over, interrupting our silent audience, "Come on, then, guys. Who's next...?"

Adam said, as I expected him to, "Maybe we're happy like this..."

Campbell just grinned and extended two fingers from the fist he was using on his cock in a gesture of 'fuck off'.

Dobby pushed his bedclothes away from himself, sighing, "Well, if you guys insist on being humiliated by the competition..." And he revealed his own, very different organ.

Dobby's cock was about seven inches long and the stem of it was quite thin: perhaps as thin as a couple of fingers side-by-side. The maroon head of it, though, was fat and round like a ripened plum; so large that his foreskin couldn't cover it completely as he slid it up and down his stem.

Again, the difference between how it looked now and how it looked when I'd last seen it hard, four or five years earlier, was dramatic. His dick had seemed pretty similar to my own back then; now there were worlds between us.

Adam chuckled, clearly as surprised as I was, "It's like fucking mushroom... no... actually, it's more like one of those poles you get near zebra crossings..."

Dobby just smirked, continuing to play with it and squeeze it with his white briefs pushed down to the tops of his thighs. He quipped, "This is what every woman dreams of, mate...!"

Adam smirked back. "Oh right... yeah... that's why you always see crowds of women around zebra crossings, don't you? Staring up at the poles... salivating..."

The rest of us chuckled.

Dobby seemed unruffled. He was clearly pretty pleased by the shape of his own cock. He called over to Adam, "Let's see yours then if it's so fucking special..."

Adam kicked his bedclothes off himself. His cock was a little shorter than Dobby's but was more evenly proportioned. He wanked it proudly, grinning over at all of us, as we stared at his foreskin sweeping up and down in his fist.

Dobby said, flatly, "What happened, mate? Did you piss yourself before you started?"

I hadn't noticed until then that the rounded cone-shaped head of Adam's cock was slick and wet and that the upper fingers of his hand, nearest the head, were also moist as if he'd had them in his mouth.

Adam shrugged dismissively. "Knobs are meant to do this... it's natural lubricant, isn't it?"

I realised that the liquid was oozing out of the slit at the tip of his cock.

Mine didn't do that...

Dobby took his chance to ridicule Adam's cock just as his own had been. "Come on... they're meant to produce a few drops, mate... they're not supposed to cause a wet patch on the bed, are they?"

Adam grinned. "This is what the ladies like..."

Dobby chuckled, "Oh yeah... they just love it when it feels like a guy's pissing inside them..."

The rest of us laughed.

While this was going on, I was becoming increasingly aware that a smell, although still faint, was slowly developing in the confined air of the room. It was the musky smell of our cocks; that sharp, unmistakably sexual smell of erections and masturbation. It wasn't an unpleasant smell - it wasn't like the acrid stench of stale piss - it was, I guess, the scent that guys' dicks give off when they're aroused.

It had started with just a few subtle whiffs when Campbell had thrown back his bedclothes, but by now it was becoming gradually more noticeable.

Adam looked over at me, interrupting my musings. "Come on then, Seb. You're next..."

Smiling, I pushed my bedclothes onto the floor to expose my own cock. It wasn't quite fully hard, but had reached about seven inches as I jerked it for them.

Adam laughed, "Ooh look at that! Seb's been hiding a fucking donger down his trousers all these years!"

I noticed Simon glance over at it with a look of admiration. Our eyes connected and he smiled slightly.

My cock swelled at the attention it was receiving.

Dobby asked, "What is it you want to be?"

"I dunno... maybe a doctor or something..."

He grinned. "Well, maybe you should think about making porn films, mate... you'd make a packet with a piece of meat like that..."

A small bead of precum oozed from the furrowed slit at the tip of my cock and dribbled across the shiny helmet of my bell-end.

I wanked my foreskin up and down my shaft a few times and the drop of precum spread out across the bulbous head, making the taut pink skin even more slick. The guys stared at me, grinning.

I was surprised at how much I was enjoying the sensation of having other lads watch me masturbate: it seemed a little seedy to be performing for them like this but that only served to intensify how good it felt.

I figured that they must be impressed, just as I had been when I'd seen Campbell and Dobby, by how much my cock had changed since those nights when we used to yank each other's bedclothes off. My pert little five incher had really grown up!

Campbell surprised me by chipping in: "I'm not so sure... I mean, let's face it... his balls are tiny..."

Adam chuckled.

I glanced down at myself, past my hand on my cock, and saw that my balls were indeed looking a little small this evening. They were contracted tightly inside my scrotum and clung close to my body.

I shrugged, still gently playing with my cock. "Well... it's cold in here...."

Dobby laughed, "Not that cold, mate..."

I grinned. "They're okay... about average..."

Dobby chuckled, "That's not the problem... it's just that, compared to your knob, they're not exactly in proportion..."

Campbell went on: "You've got an elephant's cock with a mouse's balls!"

I laughed, "Fuck off! They're not that bad!" I glanced back over at Campbell's thick cock, poking through the fly of his shorts as he masturbated it. His balls were hidden away inside. I called over to him, "Okay then... let's see yours..."

Campbell grinned and bucked his hips upwards to hitch his boxer shorts down.

Then he pulled his balls upwards, closing his legs tightly to emphasise their size as they bulged upwards. They were huge! Like two hens' eggs straining against the tight puckered skin of his scrotum.

Adam roared with laughter, calling out, "Fucking bull balls!". The rest of us just looked on in awe.

Campbell lapped it up, proudly showing off his large pair of balls, continuing to rub his thick cock slowing.

He grinned over at me, "This is what a set of knackers should look like, mate..."

At first I was unable to respond; too stunned by the incredible change which the contents of Campbell's boxer shorts had gone through over the last few years. I can't say I'd ever noticed the size of his balls before: now they were unmissable.

Still gently wanking his cock with one hand, he rubbed his distended pair of testicles with the other, as if polishing them up. He muttered, "Sign of manhood, these, mate!"

I said, "Girls prefer big dicks to big balls any day..."

Campbell chuckled, glancing at my cock. "They like a cock that's thick enough to touch the sides... not one that's too thin for them too feel..."

Dobby interrupted us. "Ladies, ladies! We've haven't got time for this... Pierce'll be down any minute..." He looked at Simon. "Come on then, mate... your turn..."

Simon grinned sheepishly. "Well... I can't really compete with some of you guys..."

Adam hurried him on. "Come on, Simes. Just lob it out...."

Simon pushed his duvet away and exposed his six inch cock for all of us to see. He struggled to push his briefs down properly, hitching them down to the tops of his thighs, and his cock slapped against his stomach.

He said, apologetically, "It's a bit small, I guess..."

Adam laughed, throwing an obvious sideways glance at Dobby, "Well at least it's the right shape, mate... no-one's gonna try and cross the road when they see it..."

Dobby snapped, trying to suppress a smile, "Why don't you just shut the fuck up! Go and get a fucking tissue or something to mop up your leaky hose..."

Simon jerked his foreskin up and down his shaft a few times, making the purple head of it swell and look shiny, and then settled his hand into a smoother rhythm, sliding his fingers more gently along its length. The rest of us looked on, appreciating his technique and impressed by how his cock was arching upwards in response to it. What his organ lacked in size, Simon's hand more than made up for in technique as he confidently teased and stimulated it.

I guess I'd last seen Simon's cock a couple of years earlier when we'd shared a room during a school history trip to Belgium. Unlike Campbell's cock and Dobby's cock, Simon's cock had changed little over the intervening years. The forest around it looked slightly denser, perhaps, and his balls looked like they'd grown a little larger, but apart from that its development seemed to have been minimal.

His handling of it had progressed by leaps and bounds, though: he'd clearly refined his earlier hurried and self-conscious fumblings into something far more paced and deliberate. His fingers glided up and down his length, taking the time for his thumb to linger on the sensitive head, and would occasionally pause to squeeze the stem firmly while he savoured the sensations. It swelled in gratification in his hand and, as though to encourage him to continue pleasuring it, the tip of it discharged a few drops of precum to moisten his bell-end.

After a few moments, he looked over at us and smiled, comfortable at having us watch him manipulate his cock with such artistry and control.

A noise from Pierce's flat brought us out from our reverie and we urged Ed to quickly uncover his cock so that the six of us were all ready to put on our show.