Dana Chronicles Pt.2 [teenMMM/M b/d] Sun, October 18, 1998-Revised Sun, May 12, 2008 ________________________
Author Contact:Glaucon55@aol.com
Reader Comments welcomed. I am revising this story and posting it on Nifty at the request of readers. It's hard to imagine that ten years have passed since I first wrote it. Please feel free to make suggestions and offer me your thoughts. As always, the remarkable things I learn from many of you end up as elements of my stories. ________________________
NOTICE: All the Standard warnings about being of age, being aware of your community standards apply to the following story! Please read no farther if you are underage 18/21--or live in a conservative area--or are offended by explicit sexual stories. ________________________
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone is strictly coincidental. ________________________
Synopsis: Three high school kids find ways to shoot cum and subdue friends, each other and hunky older guys to wring ejaculation after ejaculation from them. ________________________
Each Guy Gets His Due
After our evening of fun with Tan's delicious boy body, we drove home late in the hours of the early morning, afraid our parents would catch us. We had to turn the lights off on the van when we got to Donny's house. Tan was supposed to be driving, so we had to sneak into the garage quietly, take him upstairs, strip him down and put him into his bed. Boy, was his cock going to be worn out the next morning. He would act as if nothing happened after each time we played around with him, determined or unable to face fact of the games we played. It was like an unspoken thing among guys, getting drunk or stoned and fucking around was OK, but the notion that we'd admit to doing queer shit was out of the question. In a way, that made it all the more fun. Once you had a guy going, he wasn't likely to stop, but we never had to face the wrath from an outraged macho dude, cause no one wanted to admit that he'd been sucked, fucked, and drained. We never referred to what we did, and Tan and other guys we made never let on that they knew what happened when they were fucked-up. But Tan shot more sperm that year than in any other in his life I'd bet.
After Donny let us into the house to help him put Tan in bed, he came back down to the garage to let us out and lock up. That's when Rick and I jumped him. It was unsaid, but after we had worked Tan's dick or any other guy's, then we had to get our rocks off. Like I said, as long as there was no queer, lovey-dovey shit, it was OK, so if you got jumped then you could at least pretend that you were putting up a fight. We took one of Donny's brother's jock straps out of the laundry bin, still damp and starchy from earlier in the day, and stuck it into his mouth. He yelled half-heartedly through the gag, but we all knew no one would hear him since the garage was on the back side of the house away from the upstairs bedrooms. We wrestled him over to his dad's work bench, and we roped his hands over his head to the vice on the end of the bench. Then we took his legs and tied them one at a time over his head, to the rack above the same end of the bench. I jammed an old pillow that was in the garage under his lower back to give him support, and now we had the fucker where we wanted him, and where he knew we'd have him sooner or later. That's how it always happened. Two guys would over power the third so the last guy couldn't be blamed for whatever happened.
We yanked off Donny's dirty Chuck Taylor high tops, and pulled off his damp white sweat socks. His big pale feet were totally exposed, and we knew what would make old Donny's rod go rock hard. His fifteen year old feet were strong and muscled for his age from years of running around and playing sports, but that was because Donny was mature for his age. He had hair all over his body, expecially under his arms, around his balls, and up the crack of his ass. The black hair contrasted to his pale skin, and ruddy appearance. His feet were almost pink, they were so pale. His toes were long and thick, and curved under. His arch was high, and his foot was wide at the ball. For a kid, he had big feet, just like his dick; at age fifteen he already wore size elevens. His dick was like his feet, oversized for his age, already nine inches when he was hard. And man, that cock was his best feature; long, thin and slightly bowed to the side, with a giant knob on the end. We ignored all the squawking that Donny was doing behind the gag, as we unloosened his jeans, and yanked them just below his hips...enough to get at his prick. I slid one hand up under his t-shirt and began to rub my dry, but rough finger pads over his pebbled tits.
Donny's tits were little rubbery mounds, not cones like Tan's. The hard little gristle nubs would add starch to Donny's dick, making his dick head expand and grow stiff as the tit tips when they were tickled. Basically, you could almost jerk Donny off with his titties. I pulled, rubbed, scratched and tugged gently, getting the big dummy to squirm and start moving his head back and forth. Donny was a perfect fuck machine, made to cum. Once you got him going, he was never gonna stop until he got off...he was just addicted to ejaculation. Fuck, it's all he talked about anyway...and now, once we got his tits worked and his prick hard, he was gonna give it up like he always did. He started to sweat, and the smell of his rank boy body got me hard as a rock in my jeans. With my other hand, I grabbed one of his Dad's bristle brushes from the tool rack, and began to slowly draw it up and down the sole and arch of Donny's big boy feet that were sticking up over his head. That did it...the fucker began to howl and jerk, trying to move his feet, and flicking his long toes from the maddening sensation of the bristles on them. Jesus I loved staring at his feet, seeing his strong toes wriggling helplessly, as we tickled them senseless. He laughed, cried and howled through his gag, curling those long toes, but I kept at it while my fingers rolled and gently twisted his now hardened tit nubs. I liked scratching the tits when I dragged the brush over his soles, because the confusing sensations would cause his dick to be helpless to the relentless assault of Rick's fist.
Rick had found the right way to handle Donny's fat knob. He pulled on an old batting glove that was crusted and dirty he found near the bin that held all the family sports gear in the garage. Then he slopped on two big dollops of silicon grease he found with Donny's father's tool supplies. With Donny's legs drawn up over his head, his long fuck stick was suspended towards his face. Rick used one greased finger on the other hand to tickle the lips of Donny's hairy asshole, and then he grasped the big rod in his other greasy, gloved hand. Between my brush and finger action, and Rick's glove and finger action, helpless Donny did not have a chance. Fuck, I almost wished it was me instead of him...seeing his hard teenage body surrender to our merciless molestation. Donny's eyes went wide as he squealed and yelled into the jock gag, unable to stop the overwhelming sensations that were racking his body. When Rick torqued his fist around the dripping knob of Donny's boy dick and wormed his finger up the kid's ass to the first knuckle, Donny's toes curled tight, his tits went rock hard, and he squirted six long arching wads of thick, white, boy scum onto his face and gag. For good measure, Rick used the thumb trick on Donny's piss lips after his balls had drained, and only scum was dripping from the fat helmet. Donny whined behind his gag, his hands scrabbling wildly, as the torturing finger made his knob stay hard from the ticklish sensation, and his curled toes turned almost white from the strain of resisting the awful sensation. We loosened Donny's arms, and his legs. He lay on the table, his dick semi-hard and wet, his face covered in boy cream as we quickly walked out the door, snickering and shoving each other. Fuck it made my dick so hard to make my buddy shoot his load. There was something great about getting a guy to nut his gism while you were working his precious cock without his consent.
Rick's Surprise
Rick and I walked out of the garage, and headed back down the street to our homes. We lived just one block from Donny's, on the same street. It was 1:30 am, and in our part of town, everyone was in bed. I asked Rick if I could come up to his room, my own cock still leaking and rubbing against my ragged briefs under my jeans. He had told me that his folks were gone for the weekend, and his siblings were out doing their thing. He said sure, figuring we'd get off somehow, but he didn't know that I had a special deal in mind for our games that night.
By the time Rick knew what hit him, after we arrived at his bedroom, it was too late. I had him trussed up on his bed, arms tied to his ankles, with his baseball bat as a spreader bar to keep his feet secured wide apart. I used a big pillow his mom had in the den downstairs as a bolster behind him to support his back. I had him gagged with his own damp sweatsocks.
Rick's a dirty blond, with dark roots, eyebrows, crotch and pit hair. But on his legs, arms, chest, and ass, the thick curly hairs are blond. Like Donny, he's a mature fifteen and hairy for his age, almost like he was a boy in a man's body. His dick is absolutely fine, six inches of thick wide gristle, with a big plum knob—where Donny was long thin and curved, Rick was short, wide and fat, but straight. You can't tell the difference between the thickness of his cock and his dick head, they are the same...big, and in the showers at school it always seems his dick is kinda half hard...one of those cocks that's always in between half-stiff and fully bonered. He's got two big balls that hang down in a sack that's always hot, sweaty and starchy. I love smelling his nuts whenever we mess around.
While he was tied down, I went through the house looking into the drawers of his parents and brothers to see what I could find. I found a wicked vibrator in his parent's room, with attachments. It was one of those probe dildos, with a thin, flexible nodule at the end, with some bumps on it. In the laundry I found some clothes pins, and in his brother's bathroom I found a toothbrush...of course. When I went back to Rick's room and he saw what I had, he broke out in a sweat, his boy pits exuding a sweet adolescent smell, and his balls wafting up odors like a young billy goat—like me he'd been leaking a storm wile we worked Donny, and now his big boy nuts were scented from the exertion and ready to be milked. I got down between his spread legs, and slipped my head underneath them to get at his ass. The dark brown hair filled his crack, and his butt cheeks flexed as I blew a stream of my breath through pursed lips, and drank in the sweaty, but not stink, odors. As I inhaled the stale, sweaty ass-smell, I began to tickle and scratch the asslips with my broken index fingernail. Like always, his ass muscles clenched. I took some hair tonic from the bathroom, and coated my finger. Then I gently tickled and prodded my finger all around his little anal knot, worrying the little hole, making him work desperately to keep my insistent digit out of his boy butt, just as Donny had tried to keep his finger out earlier. But he couldn't hold out forever, and when I reached up to roll one of his hard tits, he lost focus and I slipped my greasy finger to the first knuckle into his tight ass. He bucked, and he yelled behind the gag, but I ignored every "uuuummmmppphhhh" and "aaaaaaaaggggggghhhh" that came from him, knowing that eventually he'd give in and his grunts would turn to groans of excruciating pleasure. Fuck, I clenched my own ass cheeks as I tickled my way into his rectum, knowing how that awesome ache felt, when something was sliding up your boy pussy. While I wiggled my finger in his butt, rotating it and gently fucking it back and forth, I used the fingers on my other hand to lightly stroke his dick knob. Making my fingers like a spider, I grazed my nails around the flange, causing his cock to spasm from the maddening tickle. Between my finger in his butt, and my nails on his cock tip, Rick was groaning and turning his dick over to me to work some spunk from his nuts, his eyes rolling and his own, long jock toes flexing and stretching spasmodically.
I gently popped my finger out from his ass, and wiped it off on his shorts. Then I greased up the thin dildo probe as he watched wide eyed, shaking his head back and forth to say "NO!" emphatically while I smiled wickedly. He was yelling into his gag frantically, but I just smiled and kept lubing. Then I put my hand to my ear and gave a quizzical expression as if to say, "what, I can't hear you." Then I held the greased, thin probe up in my hand, and switched its vibrator on. The thing buzzed and shook slightly in my fist, and I moved it towards Rick's torso. With that same mischievous smile I applied it to his stiff little tit nubs, making them thrust involuntarily toward the buzzing wand, trying to tickle and soothe them all at the same time. Rick's eyes closed and he began to breathe rapidly as the wand made his tits and his prick go absolutely stiff. Then I moved it down, as Rick's opened suddenly to watch, descending toward his navel. When I reached that hairy little portal, after tickling the wand back and forth over his studly boy abdominal muscles, I thrust the thing into his hairy navel hole. Some dudes are just fucking ticklish, and Rick, in spite of his strong, athletic body, and cool confidence, went ballistic when he was tickled. He bucked and I laughed, as I fucked the wand in, out and around the navel, and used my other hand to ply his sensitive tits. Now he lost it...unable to control himself any longer, bouncing his ass on the bed and hands scrabbling wildly as my fingers and the wand drove him insane. His long toes curled and stretched, spasmodically, every muscle straining and working to obtain its freedom. Then I decided it was time for the coup de grace, and so I dragged the whirring wand down to each of his big boy nuts. Holding the sack, I pressed the buzzing end against each nut, making Rick's eyes roll, and his dick drip long strands of clear pre-cum. Round and round I went, making his stomach flutter from the handling of his big boy nuts, and their sensitivity as his bucking wore down, and his yelling into the gag became more like groaning. After I finished with both nuts, I dragged the thing up and down the sides of his raging boner, buzzing his head for only a moment, and giving his circumcision scar some quick attention as well. Rick's abundant pre-fuck, drooled from the wide piss lips and coated his boner cap, making the work of the wand both slippery and ticklish at the same time, eliciting yelps from Rick each time I flicked it against the corona or over the scar. I avoided the glans, saving that for later.
Then it was down again under his spread legs, using the wand up and down his hairy and taut thighs, making him squirm and gasp from the tickling sensation. Slowly, but surely, I worked up into the space between his big nuts and his asshole. Rick's got one of those connections that sorta hangs between a guys ass cheeks when he's on all fours, a sweet little pouch that's so sensitive to the touch and separates his sperm bank from his asshole. I buzzed that little pouch firmly, making Rick's thighs strain to close, and his asshole clench helplessly between the hairy cheeks. But he knew where I was going...and that he couldn't stop me. I let the wand play from back and forth on his frenum, and then gradually worked it toward the taut butt cheeks. The space that leads his asshole is hairy, but the way he was tied, he couldn't clench the cheeks together like he wanted. He could make them firm, but there was a space into which my finger could lodge. Using my other hand, I spread his cheeks enough to expose the hairy little rosebud, and without much ado, applied the buzzing tip of the wand to the hole. "AAAAAHHHHHH, he whined, his ass bouncing again from the sensitive application of the brainless apparatus to his private, exposed anus.
Rick tried to jump up off the bed, but with his arms tethered to his ankles, and torso bowed backwards, plus his legs were kept apart by the baseball bat, so he was unable to do much more than make the bed bounce. I buzzed and buzzed that hole, using my other finger to apply more grease, and even slip more up his anal tract. Finally, I put some pressure to the wand, and even though he fought it, I slowly inserted it in his ass. This invasion was more diligent that the one with my finger, and I probed until I hit his boy nut. Jeez did that kid jerk and wail. A long stream of cock lube dripped down from his long, wide piss lips. I had found the magic button, and I continued to poke it until the fucker was grinding his ass to give his own boy pussy a good work out. I lodged the bottom of the whirring wand against the pillow and bed, and then switched it to low. Rick was in teenage heat...aaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh he moaned as his ass ground back and forth, trying both to elude and at the same time to rub against the throbbing fullness buzzing up his asshole. I clipped both his rubbery tits with the clothespins that poked through more blond hair than a fifteen year old should have on his chest. Then I pulled his cock down, now made painfully rigid by the massage of his prostrate. Using the toothbrush, I began a systematic and relentless scrubbing of his dick knob with his brother's toothbrush. Rick's long toes curled tight and his fingers scrabbled and jerked, and sweat poured from his armpits. His groans, turned into whines and wails, as the wicked bristles scratched gently back and forth against the glassy knob of his aching boner, making sure to torture not damage my buddy's pride and joy. I used the lube that leaked steadily from his pisslips, to lubricate the path of the brush, and focusing on the flange and the smooth pisslips, till I drove the kid wild. After his knob was firey red, and hard as a rock, I licked my palm and fingers, and grasped his turgid bone. With a sure grip, and a gentle but steady frig, I jerked that big blond kid till his fat dick spat eight long ropes of boy cum up into the air. He yelled through the whole cum, and bounced his ass on the probe until I thought he'd hurt himself.
I reached under him, and slowly extracted the buzzing probe. I wiped it off, and then began running the thing all over his body once again. He hadn't had time to come down, but I know from experience, that Rick could cum in five minutes. I tickled the buzzing dildo under his arm pits, into his navel, under this chin and in his ears, and even on his flexing toes. As I moved the dildo back and forth, I used the sperm to lube my fist as I began a steady and straightforward masturbation of his big boy dick. Jesus I love the way he squirmed, looking to avoid the maddening sensation of the buzzing dildo, while he was being wanked towards his second cum. At the end, the fucker used my fist as a pussy. I held my hand in a circle, and he fucked it, grinding his dick any way he could into my fist. Finally, with a giant groan and spasm, the little jerk artist stiffened and pushed his cock rapidly back and forth in my fist, shooting streams of jism to coat my palm which I then used to rub his ticklish dick head until he fell over on his side, still trussed up, trying to avoid my tantilizing grip.
I wanted to stay and jerk him off once more, but I knew it was time to get home. I untied his arms, and left him to release his legs, and clean himself up. I knew I'd pay sometime for that little game, but fuck was it fun.
My Rubdown
When I got up to my room, I went into the closet and pulled out a shoe box I had behind some other stuff. I opened it, and the rank smell of cum hit my nose. There was an old sweatsock that I had cut to dick length. Looking at it made me remember the first time I had used it. My cousin Zack had come down from Wisconsin to visit. He was sixteen, and I had been fourteen last summer when he stayed for three weeks. Me and the guys had been playing with our pricks since we were thirteen, but we'd never gotten another guy into our games, until Zack visited.
Zack liked to brag and tell fuck stories. The way he told it, he'd had more pussy than most guys in their twenties, but the three of us just smiled and noticed how his shorts bulged every time he told a story. I persuaded the guys to hide in the garage the first Friday night while my Mom and Dad were out at the movies. Zack and I had stripped down to our briefs and were shooting the shit about the tits on some gal in the movie we were watching in the family room next to the garage. But I noticed that once Zack got to talking sex and shit, his dick hardened up again, and he'd tugged on it, grabbed it kinda unconscious like, and acted like he didn't even notice that he had a boner. I made up an excuse to go into the kitchen and get some soft drinks, and when I did, I let Donny and Rick in the house. They snuck over to the couch where Zack was sitting sprawled out in his tented briefs, and when we jumped him, he hardly knew what hit him. In about five minutes, we had him tied for fun. Donny had stuck one of Zack's white crew socks in his own mouth, and tied it in place. We stretched old Zack to the four corners of the guest bed upstairs, and tied him spread eagle. Then each of us picked up toothbrush and got to work.
Shit, did that boy howl behind the gag, and bounce on the bed like we'd poured a jar of fire ants over him. "AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE...OOOOOOOOHHHHHH...AAAAAAAHHHH!" I used my brush on his taut abdomen, rubbing the stiff bristles into the crevices made by his firm muscles, and deep into his wide, hairy navel, searching for lint and the tender ticklish nub in the well of his "inny." Donny was concentrating on the inside of his thighs, right up to the scrunched up briefs jammed up his hairy ass crack. And Rick was down at the boy's feet, finding out how those strong, long toes looked when they curled and stretched vainly to escape the relentless bristles. Donny finally sprung old Zacky's prick, a eight inch banana that curled toward his navel. The big knob was wider that the long, think stalk and it was sticky with boy sap. Donny made a big show of slipping on a batting glove, and squirting some lubricant on the fingers and in the palm. Then he grasped that big boy dick, and closing his fist around the big plum, just slowly roiled and rolled that fucker, till Zack's legs went taut, and he howled as he squirted ten long ropes of teen boy scum. From that night on, for the remainder of Zack's visit, we milked that kid. My favorite was when we made him tell us ways to beat him off to stop us from tickling him. We chose the best, Rick's finger up the hairy asshole, me rolling his tits, and Donny doing the honors with the cotton sweat sock. Some guys are made to cum, and my cousin Zack was surely one of the best scum shooters I've ever seen. Every time I see that sock, I think of old Zacky. I'm hoping he comes to visit again this summer. The guys and I have some new tricks for him.
I poured in some lube I had snuck from my parent's stash inside the crusty sock, and then coated my cock. My jeans were jammed down at the tops of my sneaks, and I put my feet on the edge of my bed, up near my ass. Then I grasped my waving boner and began to slide that slippery sock up and down my rod. The sweet ache took over, and my fist moved as if I had no control. I had to jerk my meat, to torture the slick, smooth knob, torture my fuck stick until it shot its load of scum. Up and down, up and down, "aaaaaaagggggggghhhhh" I moaned, yyyeeeeaaaaaahhhhh...aaaaawwwwww fuuuuuccccckkkkk...!" "Make me cum," I whispered, "beat my boy dick until I can't control myself...aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" In seconds, I was bouncing all over othe bed, and my cock fucked the sock like it was some slimy pussy, grazing my aching boner against the rough, slippery cotton, till I couldn't stand the sensation. Then without warning, my seven inch dick went rigid, and the knob bulged obscenely. I shoved the sock around my dick head one last time and torqued it at the same time...gasped, whined and shot streams of sloppy teenage crud into it. Fuck, that's what teenage boys live for...to maul and beat their hard dicks till they shoot gobs of spooge and to satisfy the awful itch that develops on their bulging cock knobs. This had been such an awesome day, milking Tan, draining Donny and fucking Rick into submission, I had to beat my meat and grind its sticky, wet knob into the sock or I would have exploded.
I rolled over, grinding my dick into the sock and my fist, unable to stop the sweet torture, rubbing my big boy boner and my ticklish knob again and again against the rough material, trying to subdue the extreme sensations. Fuck...what a cum! After I cleaned up, I fell asleep dreaming of what I had in my mind for Dana; and thinking how my buddies and I could turn that studly teenage wrestler into a helpless jack-off slave, ready to drop his pants for any guy who wanted to wank him. Even as I slept, my unruly boy dick got hard again, and in my sleep, I was grinding it into the mattress, using my long thick toes to gain leverage as I gently and unconsciously fucked my bed. In at least three houses in our neighborhood, the teenage dicks were still unsatisfied, and the desire to cream and shoot cum was continuing to fester in the nasty dreams that were floating through teen boy brains that night.