— Previously published in Inches magazine - July, 2001 —

— Meat the Really Big Members of the Club! —

I never knew Juan well, though he lived on my street. Now, a year after graduation, I only saw him occasionally at the Y, toweling his big dick in the locker room. Juan and the half-dozen guys he hung with, all a year or two older than me, always caught my eye. They weren't exactly jocks, though they were built. They didn't fit neatly into other categories either: geeks, dopers, preps, alternatives. Whatever they were, they were a mystery to me.

Juan was dressing at his locker when I spotted him chatting with one of his hot buds. I closed in for a glimpse of his lengthy hose as he stuffed it into his white cotton briefs. Tearing my eyes from Juan's big lumpy bulge, I watched his friend finish toweling his own long, fat tool and tuck it away in his shorts. What a contrast — Juan, dark and handsome, beautiful skin, about five-foot-ten with broad shoulders above a thick, heavily muscled chest, while Craig was over six-four with a thin, athletic build, buffed abs, long legs and buzzed blond hair framing around his lightly pocked complexion. I wondered if there was a connection between the huge dick hanging between Craig's legs and the raging hormones that left those faint acne scars. If so, it wasn't a bad trade, some rough skin in exchange for an outsized hose to pack the front of his jeans.

Suddenly realizing the two had spotted me checking them out, I tried to cover by lurching forward with hand outstretched. "Juan, hey, is that you? Didn't you live on Twenty-Third? I'm Matt," I declared, shaking his big hand.

"Still do, and sure, I remember you now — I always see you going into the steam room," Juan replied, exchanging a quick glance with Craig.

"I'm Craig — I see you here lots. Aren't you the one in the bicycle shorts?"

"Yeah, that's me," I replied, blushing. I wear workout clothes that show my assets, even if I look a little slutty.

"Hey, no offense, man — you look good," Craig continued with a crooked grin and a quick exchange of glances with Juan.

"Thanks," I responded pleased. "What's up with the other guys you used to hang with?"

"As a matter of fact, we're getting the old crew together tonight — or at least what's left of it," Juan informed me. "Craig and Rod are coming over to my place at eight, but with Bud in college, Ronnie in Seattle, and Jamal in the Marines, there're only three of us Eleven Ups left."

"Eleven Ups?" I asked, not sure I heard right.

"Yeah, that's the name of our, uh, club, I guess you'd call it," Craig explained, smirking.

"Club is right," Juan sniggered. "Want to join us tonight?" he added, looking at Craig. "We'll just be hanging out."

"Yeah, could be fun," Craig agreed, his green eyes on my bare midsection.

I was glad I'd been working out enough to show the beginnings of a nice six-pack since I felt thoroughly outclassed by both of them. "Sure, I'll come."

Minutes later, I was working off my excitement swimming laps, hardly able to believe I'd be hanging out with studs like Craig, Juan and Rod. Rod! We'd never spoken, but I could visualize the way his jeans were worn thin where the thick head of his cock hung day after day. Large, muscular and black, with broad shoulders and legs like tree trunks, Rod's in a beefy league of his own. Thinking about Rod, I had to stay in the water longer than planned rather than exit with my boner stretching my trunks.

At eight, I rang Juan's bell, six-pack at my side as my contribution to the party. The door opened to reveal Craig and Rod relaxing on the couch, bare feet up on the coffee table. Juan led me in, his hand resting in the small of my back.

"Oh, him," Rod exclaimed. "Sure, I remember. You're right; he's fine."

"A mascot," Craig agreed, "only more hands-on." He and Rod laughed.

"Stop, dudes; you're freaking the guy," Juan laughed, rubbing my back.

"This meeting of the Eleven Ups is officially begun," Craig announced as he and Rod stood and strolled closer to Juan and me.

"Maybe we should tell Dale what this is all about," Juan interrupted as Rod undid his belt and began unbuttoning his fly.

"That won't take long," clarified Craig, slipping his shirt over his head to reveal a trim torso with tufts of light brown hair in his pits.

"We've all got eleven inches of dick," Juan began.

"More, more," interjected Rod.

"And we've been looking for a cute bottom with potential," Juan continued.

"A hungry bottom," added Craig with a leer.

"So we think you might be just what we're looking for," Juan finished with a firm slap to my butt.

"So," Rod asked, pulling at my shirt with his big hands, "you ready for some beef up that little butt?"

My amazed silence must have passed for assent, because for a moment the only sound was three sets of fingers undoing my buttons and zipper. An instant later, I stood naked, my clothes at my feet.

"You're right — pretty butt," Juan announced approvingly, slowly undoing his fly. He pushed his jeans down his thighs with difficulty since a major boner was caught in the folds of his shorts.

"Small but tasty," Craig agreed, dropping trou and letting his rod spring up with a thwack against his bare abs. He kicked his pants into a corner with a long leg and grabbed my ass-cheek in his big hand. "Dibs!" he called.

"Save me a piece," Rod shouted, dropping his pants below his thick thighs. The huge root of his massive tool came into view as he lowered his baggy jeans. Finally free, his ballooning fuck-tool ratcheted up by degrees as blood swelled the gigantic organ to its full length and girth. I watched as the huge purple knob at the end grew until the stretched skin was shiny.

"Show some respect for a major dick," Craig barked. "On your knees."

Not one to miss opportunity's knock, I dropped to my knees and scooped up Rod's heavy nuts in my hands. I inhaled the earthy scent from his short black pubes and licked his oversized knob. A thick bead of pre-cum oozed out the piss-slit, and I lapped it up in one swipe. Rod's thick fuck-tool twitched in my hands. "Oh, yeah, baby," he encouraged, "go down on it."

I took the massive shaft in my mouth and slowly slid it in and out while lubing what I could reach with my tongue. As I bobbed over Rod's big tool, Craig's long fingers felt their way up my crack in search of my hole. The lube felt cold and slick against my sphincter, but it gave me fair warning before two of his fingers slid up my rectum. "We'll get this butt loosened up in no time," Craig declared. "He's had practice in the Y's steam room."

They all laughed. Juan rubbed his thick cock over my cheek, reminding me that Rod's was not the only big dick needing servicing. Grabbing me by the hair to pull me off Rod's stiff prong, Juan inserted his own hard meat into my hungry mouth while Rod smacked his impatient hose against my temple.

Meanwhile, Craig lubed his stiff poker as he knelt behind me and pressed the tapered head against my ass-lips. With a few sharp slaps to my butt cheeks, he was in. After an exploratory thrust or two, he reamed my butt with long strokes that rattled my molars. I slobbered over those two big dicks while steadying myself on Rod's muscular thighs against Craig's pistoning. Rod's pre-cum flavored my mouth as Craig's dick filled my ass. "This is hot," Juan announced. "Fuck his little ass!"

The temperature rose as Craig quickened his strokes, his big hand slapping my butt as he neared orgasm. I felt his dick swell to maximum hardness inside me while Rod's huge fuck-pipe spurted thick ropes of cum in my mouth. Craig gave a gasp and reamed my butt with his final thrusts, his hot semen shooting far up my ass while Rod's trickled down my throat.

Triggered by his buddies' orgasms, Juan gave a sudden yell as his fat pinga shot streams of sticky white cum against my face. He beat his thick organ against the side of my head till the last drops ran down my chin and were absorbed into my hair. I slumped to the floor, exhausted, after Craig and Rod pulled their dicks out of me.

"Looks like we've found our new mascot," Juan announced, "but we still need to plan an initiation." I was too tired to join in their laughter.