Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Jarrod. Chapter 17. 'Fuck you, Ky, you can't do that!'
Jarrod did the untying, and threw a blanket over Bart's back, while Kyle lit a small fire with some kindling and firewood. They all sat around the fire while Bart ate, and they talked and talked into the night.
Jarrod had asked him, as they lay down all talked out...."So, Bart, how many dicks dju do at that park shitter?"
"You two kids were my onlies."
"No kiddin'?" Ky said.
"No kiddin'. My first and only customers." They all laughed.
"Bud, we got a big night planned...up there," Kyle pointed to the treehouse, which Bart couldn't see in the dark.
"Whut, Kyle?"
"Treehouse, dude. That's where we're sleepin' tonight."
Bart couldn't wait. He was beside himself, in glee with having these new friends who hadn't let him down after all.
Jarrod. Chapter 17. "Fuck you, Ky....you can't do that!"
Soon, the kids were scrounging around the 'fort' for Bart's clothes, and then there were 3 young boy butts wiggin' and waggin' their way up the ladder to the treehouse. Kyle had a prepared backpack with all the boyplay 'cessities, you know, like vaseline, matches, flashlight, camera, whatever.
What a fumble and stumble went on as they tripped all over each other till Kyle finally got the lantern lit.
"Oooh, wow, I love it," said Bart as he kept turning and looking and enjoying the treehouse. "Geez, table, chairs, sleepin' bags, air matt, blankets, Cowboys and 49er's flags, ever'thin."
"Ok, we're gonna make you feel at home with us now, Bart: Get on your knees and strip us boys, cocksucker!" Jarrod growled in Bart's face.
He dropped and tugged off their sneaks, socks and shorts. Then he pulled down their boxers and lifted their feet out of them. Then he pushed up their tees, and as they bent, he pulled them off over their heads. "Kiss our cocks, kid!" Jarrod continued.
Bart put his lips to each delicious boy prick, and gave it a gentle smooch, looking into each lantern glowing face as he did.
All boys naked now, Ky and Jar, squatted down, with Bart in a circle on the floor, and in the flickering light, the boys asked Bart how many boys and girls he fucked. "None," he blankly said, shaking his head. "I never did nothin' till last week, and I been on my knees, back or belly ever since."
"Ho-leeee! A never-been-fucked cockhound!" Kyle whistled. "Well we gots a su'prise for you, boy. You gonna getcher first fucks tooo-nite! Up till a couple months ago, Jar and me, we didn't know dick, till we foun'is magazine. We been play fucking, and everthin' ever since."
Bart's eyes bugged, and glistened in the light.
"But, first things first---let's get you up here on the table, so we can play with yur naked pubes....I still can't get over the feel of your balls, 'n ass, and bare hairs. Comeon, climb up," Ky said, popping his hand on the cushioned table top.
Bart hopped to his feet and onto the table. The boys laid him out on his back, on the cushions, and examined, and felt and squeezed and plied all Bart's boy parts. Down in the fort and the stocks, the boys had serviced him for the first time, ever, and he had loved finally having someone take him off, by hand and mouth.
Jarrod pulled his legs back, and Kyle got under Bart's butt for a 'smoothe-barefeel', and then gently kissed bare Bartbutt, before slipping his tongue into Bart's naked crease. Ummm, down it went, all the way to the tailbone, then right back up to his baby smoothe balls....and back and forth and back. "Ummm--um---uh...." sounded Bart, to the "Ssshlck, ssshlk," of Ky's lips and tongue.
"God, Jar, it's like lickin' glass...I can't believe it." Burrowing back down he grooved to boy pucker, and started a relentless vacuum-sucking of Bart's pussyhole. Bart surprised Jarrod when he yanked his feet in response, and then held as his toes curled under, and he started to whine. "Ahhhiiieeeumphh," Bart started to whine out loud then, and Jarrod leaned down and smothered his mouth with his lips and tongue. Bart was getting his third true boy kiss at the same time as Ky's tongue sank into his hole. Omigod, our young Bart had had so many an intruder to his boyhole, but this, this was the absolute best!
Kyle's tongue was wholly inside his first older boy box, and he was worming and squirming all around in there. Jarrod was fighting the feet kicking and the wild tongue. Ky was reaching out to Jarrod to take his place, and when Jar understood, he covered Bart's mouth with his hand and the boys rotated around the table. Now Bart had ass-slimed Kyle-tongue in his mouth, and Bart-slick Jarrod tongue up his ass.
When the cushions under Bart's head were soaked with his tears, the boys sat him up, turned him sideways to hang his feet off the table and they both just kissed his cheeks, and mouth. "Ohhhhhh, I don't believe it......I don't believe it," he cried out.
While Jarrod rubbed his hands over Bart's body, and his leaking cock, Ky went to the 'supply store' for the vaseline.
He smoothed two sleeping bags on the floor, right in front of the lantern, and pulled on one of Bart's toes, and Jarrod's dick, and the boys came down to the "bed' Ky had prepared. "On yer back, cuntboy," Kyle ordered Jarrod, who flipped his legs out and went down. Kyle pulled Bart behind Jarrod and pushed Jar's legs up. Bart copied Kyle, and got down on his elbows as Kyle opened the boy's cheeks and showed Bart that winking little pucker of love. "It's winkin' at you, cockhound," Kyle said to Bart. They looked at each other and giggled, then they turned back as Ky fingered his bud's hole...head motioning Bart to do the same. Soon two fingertips were working boypussy. Jarrod started to wig-wag sideways on the sleeping bag bed, Kyle bent into him, and licked himself some boy pucker. When he pulled away, Bart followed suit. And swap, and swap, and lick and suck and tongue and legs kicking, and fists pounding, Jarrod was near out of his mind. Kyle whispered into Bart's ear, "He needs you boy....he needs you."
Bart scooted up, and with a kidpole as hard as carbon steel, he was greased by Kyle's vaseline coated fingers, and bucked...almost losing his load. While Bart recovered, gripping his cock with all his fingers, and squeezing, Kyle fingered some fuckslick into his buddy's chute, "Uhhmmm," Jarrod moaned.
"Ready, fucker?" Ky asked Bart.
Bart vigorously nodding, moved to target, as Kyle slid his finger out, Bart's cockhead flattened to the hole, squeezed and popped through, "Ohhhhh, uh, unghhuuh," groaned Jarrod, and as Bart moved forward, "Omigod! This is so nice! Sonice! Oh, fuck, ohfuck, ohhhh fuuuu-uck!"
Cheering him on, Kyle hoarse whispered, 'Ram it home boy! Fuck him, Bart.... love your new bud!"
Bart couldn't hold on too long, and Kyle covered his mouth as the boy blew off with a muffled, "Arrrrumphhhccch!"
"If you don't get a grip, dickwad, your gonna be eatin' yer socks before this is over!" Kyle quietly warned his star pupil. He had a kind of kewl feel about him, giving instruction to an older kid.
Bart had fallen into Jarrod's chest in the throes of his spasming aftercum. Jarrod was running his fingers through Bart's overlong crewcut, dirty blond hair. As he finally sat up and back, his peter slipping from Jarrod, Kyle f ingered down to the cunt drooze, and fed it to Bart. "Clean yer jam out of him, boy....feed him some, too." Bart licked, sucked, did some Jarrod finger feeding, and a little tongue jizz swapping.
Jarrod had one of those shiteatin' grins on him as he swapped his fuckplace with Kyle, who also chose a faceup banging for Bart's next play. Ky looked at Jarrod's smile and said, "What?"
"Uh-uh, you'll see...I don't want to spoil it," Jarrod said.
Without help, now, the newly "experienced' buttfucker, Bart, was already lickin' him up some Kypussy. Kyle was in full expectant butt wiggle, with a fully winking pucker. Bart shoved a dollop of vaseline into Ky's hole, and "Ummmmmmm," came out of Kyle, while Bart slicked up his fast recovering cock, and with still some boy goo drooling, he surged into Kyle with renewed fucklust.
"Uhhhhh. Omigod! Whut a cock! Oh. Ahh. Unghhh. Geez," Kyle mewled and groaned. Jarrod leaned down into his face as Bart rocked into full boy pummel. Kyle could see Bart's face, with the usual signs of strain, just beyond Jarrod's goofy grin. Ky looked up into his bud's eyes, and said, "You fuck, you! It's terrific...but it's huge! Fuckin' gi-gundo!"
Jarrod, nodding hysterically, laughing at his bud, agreed, this was the closest these kids came to gettin' their first mancock. Bart was a good 6 inches, but a bit thicker around than each of the boys had from each other's 5 inchers, and Kipper's 4 inches....the full gamut of their fuck'sperience.
Bart was really into it now, and he pounded Kyle like he hadn't done Jarrod, with just the one notch in his belt, now. Kyle looked into Bart's face and hollered, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Oh yahhhh! I'm fuckin' you, liddle dude. I'm fuckin' shit outta you. Fuckyou!" In a wild finish, Bart short-stroked Kyle in reckless abandon, and gritting his teeth, whining under his breath, cummed like never before. As his cock pulsed inside squeezing kidpussy, he bucked, and spasmed, gasping for breath, trying to smile through the obvious facial strain, as he watched Jarrod dangling his juicy prick into Kyle's mouth. He loved watching Ky's tongue wick up and around the dangling, oozing cockhead. He could see the goo dripping down the boy's tongue. Whewww! "Take me off, buddy...pleeeease?" Jarrod begged Kyle. With a straining, uncomfortable nod, Kyle's head rose up to swallow prong, and Jarrod cupped his hanging hands under Ky's head and helped bob his head up and down as he face donged him, to a fabulous boy joy jam. Bucking into Kyle's mouth, Jarrod let himself go and fell to Kyle's lap, and took Kyle off in a great, delayed '69'. Bart, hard pulled out of Ky, and slid back on his heels. Not to be left out, he started feeding butthole jizz up into Jarrod's mouth and reaching it up into Ky's mouth. In the spur of the moment, Jarrod reached forward and pulled Bart's Kybutt-slick cock into his mouth with Kyle's. Bart's eyes rolled back in his head, in disbelief of the glorious sensations, and feeling his cock in a boymouth with another dick rubbing it, thrilling his entire body...right to the very tips of every goosebump on his nut sack...and to the tips of his boy toes. The electricity in that kid could have lit a small city. "Ahhhhhhgghhh, I can't believe it!" he yowled.
Kyle was wailing into his cock-stuffed mouth as his body bucked, rocking the 3 of them there from underneath, in a sex-crazed, humping, pumping lump of naked boys, and arms and legs, and naked, and feet and toes, and naked.......and dicks....and.....and....."Okay, okay, O-KAY!" yelled Kyle, as he scrambled out from under that mound of boyfuck.
"Wheww! It's hot under there you fuckers! Let's go, we gots holes to fill and boys to fuck, so let's get to it."
Now this was a site. Bart kneeling with his half-hard cock resting along the side of Jarrod's cheek, resting against Bart's upper thighs, Jarrod's fingers running slowly up and down Bart's tube of joy. The both of them looking at Kyle like he was out of his mind. Jarrod knew the history of these deals....usually some outrageous circus fuckaround.
"Awright, faggot, what is it?" Jarrod asked.
"Okay," Ky said, "I been having this pitcher in my head, and I gotta do it now. It should work, but we might not have the long a'nuff dicks."
"Jeeee-susss! Spit it out, fuckwad," Jar impatiently urged him.
"A'kay, look, Jar, you stay there, and Bart you stand up. For the first round, you're gonna be the spotter, sticker-inner and starter-upper."
Jarrod looked up at Bart, both with screwed up faces, and said, "Doesn't he just drive you fuckin' nuts, with all this shit? I been going tru dis since kinnygarden, can ya b'lieve it?"
Bart, confused as he was, was just glad to be having a fun for a change, and showed a lot more patience than Jarrod.
Kyle now had Jarrod get back up on the table, on his back, and pulled his feet up and back over his head until his butthole was aimed straight up. "Hold your own ankles, Jar. Now Bart, come over here alongside his butt, while I climb up and step over it."
Kyle's now facing away from Jarrod, his butt shining right at Jarrod through the kid's pulled-back legs. Leaning over while whipping his slim 5 incher, Kyle slips his pud straight down into Jarrod's hole. "Ummmnghh," moaned Jarrod, "oh, buddy, oh Ky, ummm."
"Wait, wait," Ky yelped, "stop squeezing, geez, this is tough enough.
"Now, Bart, get back here, see?" Ky was pulling Jarrod's semi-hard dick up between his legs.
Bart's looking down with a wierd look, saying, "Yeh, so?"
"So, you dumb fuck, get his cock up my hole."
"Fuck you, Ky, you can't do that!" Jarrod yelled from below.
Meanwhile, Bart's maneuvering Jarrod's slippery joystick around his balls, while fingering Kyle's crack for his hole. "I don't know Kyle. Jarrod might not be long enough to do this." Kyle pushes his ass out further toward Jarrod's cock, meanwhile his peter's bent backward, and slipping out of Jarrod a bit. Bart is starting to bead sweat on his face now as he works peter to hole. "Wait one minute," Bart says. "If I pull Jarrod's legs up against your back his cock's closer to your asshole."
"Yeah...bu-ut....uhhh," Kyle said straining, "then my dick's coming back out, see?"
Bart said, "Push it back in with your fingers, yeah, lean forward....damn!"
"What? Damn, what?" Kyle yelled.
"Man, his cock's right there! He's fuckin' going in!" Bart was excited, now.
Kyle get's real excited when he feels his buddy's mushy cockhead touch his target. Now Kyle and Bart are sweating like mad, Jarrod is not believing what he's watching from his box seat.
Bart's wiggling, pulling, maneuvering fingers have Jarrod swiftly moving into lust, and need and "Ohhhh, Barty, ohgod, get it in there, oh, I'm soooo...."
Bart squeezed him down before he shot off. As Jarrod, eased down, and got his breath, Bart got the boy's dick head through Kyle's happy hole.
"Errrrmm," growled Kyle as Bart's finger and Jarrod's prick stretched his pussy a little more than he'd have liked. With one more yank to Jarrod's steeling cock, bent backward as it was, he slapped his thigh and moved back to survey his handiwork.
"I declare you boys in roto-fuck...but can you do anything?"
Kyle was pushing in using his fingers, and reaching behind, he held Jarrod in. He tried to rock to see if he could build into a rockfuck 69.
"Geez, Ky, I never thought we could get connected like this. It's wierd...fucked up...but here we are....and I'm getting sooo hot buddy," cooed Jarrod.
Kyle was rocking back and forth and more confident with each move, as he held them both in with their hard, and bent back dicks. "Bart, can you push and hold us in, and help rock me so we can get off?"
Bart jumped to hold their pricks in place, and with his fingers moving over the shafts of those kids' dicks was just too much. He was like, petting 'em. He leaned against Ky's shoulder, and with hands to both cocks and boy slots, fingers working under their balls as well, and around their pussy holes, ohhhh, the three of them were on fire, and Ky started really getting into rocking his and his buddy's dick as they moved relentlessly, and finally, past the point of no return and "Hold me, Bart, hold me in I'm, uh, ungh, oh, ahhh, ohyeah, unnngh," and Kyle's whole body quaked in a whole new way as he fired his joy wad into Jarrod's turned-up pussy. Kyle was soaked in sweat from his most-ever strained fuckrut. His violent body spasms and butt pulsing helped bring his best friend off soon after. From deep inside his contorted body, "Ahhheeeegghh," Jarrod whined as he cummed up his buddy's hole.
Bart got the shivers as he felt the boys' dicks throb, and expand, through his fingers, and shoot. He had never felt anything like it. It's just different when you feel or get felt by another boy's hand, there's just nothing like getting off to a strange hand. Bart was in a trance holding two boydicks in place, pulsing, spooging over his fingers. Without even thinking, he bent down to Kyle's cock and licked the boy jizz as it seeped from around it out of Jarrod's hole. Kyle was still moving back and forth in the fabulous cum sensation, his head flung back, breath short. Soon after, Bart was behind Kyle and sucking Jarry goo from out of Ky's hole. Every time his tongue flicked over Jarrod's still-hard gooey cock, he could feel Jar buck, whine and spasm.
Kyle and Jarrod were exhausted, speechless, bucking, jerking and both being licked by their new friend. Bart came out of boypussy now, and stood back.....swiping his lips with his tongue, and wiping his face with the back of his hand.
"God! You boys are somethin'. I ain't never seen anything like this," Bart burst out, "nothin...never!"
Shakily, Kyle reached for Bart, who helped him dismount from this, the latest and most exotic Ky-Jar circus ride in their short history of boy fuckin'.
Still shakey, as he jumped down to the floor, he held tightly on to Bart, who was now down on his knees licking boypud clean, and sucking it dry. The still sensitive dick-head buckled Kyle, who gripped Bart's head tightly. In moments, Bart was up, giving Jarrod the same treatment.
When Jarrod pulled himself up, he wrapped his hanging legs around Bart, there against the table, and pulled the bigger kid's face into his chest and Bart began a full chest tongue swab.
"Okay, enough," said Jarrod, pushing Bart away, "get up here, you're the bottom roto-rooter now."
Jar jumped off and boosted Bart up onto the table on his back. Legs over his head, Jarrod up on top of his butt, cock steeling up again, driving straight down into Barthole, "Errrumppph," Bart groaned as he took Jarrod's hard 5 incher to the root.
Before Kyle got into position to connect the other pole to the terminal, Bart was trying to work it into Jarrod by himself. Bart's longer cock made it easier to position, but the thickness of this near mandick, made it tougher.
Before long the boys were all rocking, ruttin', squealin' and.......c-u-m-m-i-n-g. At end, Bart lay his head to the side, toward Kyle, his face beet red, soaked with sweat, sighed and said, "My god, I - I never ever got laid before, and now I can't stop fuckin'. He was still squeezing his boy manrod inside Jarrod's butt, and it was inturn, keeping Jarrod bouncin'. Kyle his fingers on both cocks, petting and squeezing, "Geez, what a feelin'! I never realized how fuckin' hot, just doing this is!" he said, as he continued trickling his finger tips on the two boypuds, alternately wrapping his fingers around them. "This is just so fine! Way kewl! Wild!"
After settling all down, Kyle helped the kids off the table. Then he pulled some air mattresses over from the corner, and their bed was made up with the sleeping bags unzipped, opened on top, and Jarrod flipped the blankets on top of Kyle and Bart who were straightening things up. This in turn, naturally resulted in a Jarrod take down and mauling followed by the requisite young teen group grope, wrestle-go-fuck.
Newly exhausted, sweaty-damp, 3 cocks, and in no time, they daisied around, and no mouth was empty. They rotated around till they all had had each other in their mouth....and off. Heavy breaths gave way to calm and quiet. Soon Kyle was up, and out the door onto the deck. Hearing the splatter to the ground, now ever'body had to piss. Side by side on the deck, arms over each other's shoulders, the 3 boys let go no hands over the side, to snickers, which soon built into hysterical, goofy laughter, eyes tearing, bodies doubling up, and finally high-fives as they charged through the door banging off the jamb and each other, to flop down in the sack for the night.
Ky grabbed the flashlight to him, and doused the lantern......and the 3 young fuckers..... were out.
The sun came up next morning, and there wasn't a boy-stir in the treehouse.
Then there was a rousing. Bart was asleep half face up and half to his right side. Kyle was snugged right up to him with his face actually lying on Bart's upper arm, his right leg over the boy's hip, cock.....hard. Jarrod was spooned behind Bart, their feet intermingled, cock....yep.
Kyle was staring bright-eyed into Bart's face.....Bart's eyes opened looking into Kyle's. They both did big smiles, Kyle hunched right up against him, pulling him tight. "How's it feel to have a hug buddy in the morning?"
Bart happily nodded, "Yehhhh."
Kyle's clutching leg was touching the spooned up Jarrod and when Kyle threw his arm over Bart, he woke Jarrod, who stretched, then hunched his belly hugging cock into Bart's back, and was still rubbing, when he leaned over and said into Bart's ear, "You wanna?"
Bart looked at the big smile on Kyle's puss, facing him, and then turned his head back toward Jarrod saying, "Wanna whut?"
"Fuck, dude!" Jar and Ky yelled together, and they all howled, with Jarrod rolling right over on top of Bart, while rolling him fully on his belly. Kyle slid up front and pulled the kid's head in his lap, inserting one heated boy sausage in his mouth, "Breakfast time," he told Bart.
At practically the same time, Jarrod slid through that toybox of Bart's and bottomed. The boys fuck-pounded Bart in a wild frenzy to a gasping, boy-bouncing double cum. Jarrod's face was right next to Bart's, and when Kyle slipped from Bart's mouth, he fed it into Jarrod's mouth, with the dregs of his shootoff. Kyle and Jarrod, after recovering some, leaned toward each other over Bart and hand-slapped.
They grabbed a rag and wiped the drooze from Bart's butt, and Kyle said, "Let's grab some shorts, and get breakfast."
Agreed, the kids were soon padding down the ladder, and Jarrod said, "And maybe a shower, too? Up the porch stairs to the kitchen, Kyle's cheery mom, greeted them and said breakfast would be ready in about 10.
Whew! Dust balls and vapor trails to the shower.
They all three piled in and washing each other, there were fingers up holes and between toes, yanking cocks, tweaking nuts, and wet-willied ears. When they were all squeaky, Kyle and Jarrod dropped to their knees in front of Bart, and blowed them a boy. In no time, Bart was in the throes of a gut-wrenching, butt-bucking frenzy, with his cock locked inside the lips of 2 kids, two tongues swirling, rasping and whirling over his pumping teen cream.
Rigid, with fingers dug into boy necks, toes curled under, the final shattering spasm felled Bart, and he dropped into the kids' arms. They both instinctively kissed his cheeks, and stood him up, washed his cock, and dried him off. Hauling the ragdoll of a boy out of the shower, they propped him up against the wall, while they dried each other off, and pulled his and their shorts on.
Bart's eyes were closed, as he stood there in his aftercum daze. Jarrod playfully slapped his cheeks and said, "Comeon, boy...you'd think you just had'jer brains blowed out." They all yipped and yahhhed, hand-slappin', realizing that, of course...he had!
Arms over their shoulders, they shuffled out into the hallway and three abreast headed for breakfast, and, maybe.....after.......another rub-a-dub-fuck?
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