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Quarry Hole
From the top of the quarry, they looked like ants....7 boy dudes, goin' at it...in the heat....the sun....the sweat....
Kurt's 6 inch cock was plowing Shuey who was whimpering like a little baby. Alongside, Mark pummeled Paulie. Joey had one each of Shue's and Paul's ankles in his hands. Jerry and Scott had one each of the other, no longer kicking, feet in their hands.
There wasn't a stitch on these dudes. Their sweat slick skin shimmered in the bright summer sun.
Markie's cock was as big as Kurt's, but slimmer, and therefore he wasn't getting the fun squeals from his psuedo-captive fucktoy....so he was really hammering him one peppered boy pussy and soon enough, Paulie started to wail from the sheer force and pleasure heat of the power driving boy prick.
Joey, Jerry and Scott were getting impatient....wanting to have their turn, mannnnn... ....you'd never know every fuckin' dude had shot his wad one time already!
Scott was pushing and pulling Paulie's foot, while he wacked his rock hard cock with the other, yellin', "Comeon, man...you been in that fucker fer a half hour," he exaggerated...."let's us guys get a fuck, uhhh!??"
Mark wouldn't be rushed, although Kurt was gettin' pissed with the other guys gettin' on them, and glared at Scott, as much as saying, "Fuck you!"
Mark was just enjoying nesting his redhot prick in the heat of that moist fuckhole he was imagining making full use of in future....as well as that dark tunnel Kurt was in....and without even thinking it, Mark knew he was gonna have one active fuckin' summer....a 'gettin' off boy is a happy boy.'
Kurt's smoldering mads at the others cooled his heat, and it was gonna be longer before he unloaded into Shuey...but Jerry was already moving to get behind Mark, as it was clear he was gettin' ready to 'splode. "Ohhhhhhmmmmmm, uhhhh, ayeah, fuck you, ah yeh, unghhh, unhhh, huhhhhh, whuueeww!!" Markie groaned as he bucked and spasmed to a fabbo cumshot up his buddy's toolbox.
Paulie reached up to run his hand over his swolled up tail, when Jerry's rockhard peter slid right to glory in one shot and squashed the kid's hand between groin and asscheek.
"Owwwwwoooooo!" Paulie screamed with the strains on his fuck worn pussy lips from a Jerry dick much thicker than Mark's. Mark sat in a squat next to Shuey's face, and as he pulled Shue over his thigh to feast on Paulie's butt slime and his own cumslop, seeing the expression of worry on his face, he cupped his hand under his chin saying, "Relax, buddy....just go wit' it man....we all gonna do both a yuh. It's just too much fun, dude...we gotta...ya know? 'S the way it's gotta be. 'S the way it's GONNA be." Shue's eyes went sharp, wide, then just closed. He knew there wasn't a fuckin' thing he could do but, "Uhhhh!" roll with it....Kurt was in the throes a wild ram fuckin' finish.
More grunts....and groans....and Shuey was filled to rim with buddy fuckjelly. Kurt kept pounding as hard and fast as before, right through his mind-wracking aftercum spasms, and then literally fell over and out of Shue, in total exhaustion....boy....and Shuey, too, was wiped. Too bad 'cause Scotty wasn't....and he needed in his buddy's ass bad, and right now!
Let's see....how the hell did we get here? Seven young buds from junior high, stopping off at the swimming hole on the way home from school like they did practically every day since they knew each other as potty training tykes. How'd they end up ruffin' two of their own, on the rocks above the quarry pond?
"....Hey....look, nobudy's here....let's skinny today, 'kay?" Scott yelled. There was chorus of "Yehhhhh's!" and a few hand slaps as the kids dropped their backpacks haphazardly all around the rock floor they used as a changing room and diving board. Then it seemed everything went wacky.
Scott, Kurt, Mark, Jerry and Joey were standing side-by-side, staring Robbie and Paul down...who were still in their boxers.
"'Supp, dudes....you shamed er sump'in'? "S'okay fer you guys to check out our meat, and you're fucking dressed?" Kurt seemed pissed....for no real reason. So what if the kids wanted to keep boxered?
Scott said, "We ain't hidin' no rods under dere, are we faggots? 'Zat it? Lessee."
The world turned on its ear for 7 boys that sun-drenched afternoon, when Jerry and Joey charged the two boxer-clads, while yelling, "Pants dem fags!"
In mere seconds, Paul and Robbie, who they called Shue, or Shuey (his last name started with those letters, and his slight build lended to his getting a cutie boy nickname), were stripped and decked to their knees.
Kurt, copied almost immediately by Mark, stalked right up to the kneeling kids' faces and cock slapped them. Left-right-left. 'Smack! Smack Smack!' they actually echoed 'cause Mark was just a fraction of second slower than Kurt. At first Joey, Jerry and Scott were shocked....alarmed maybe, as their mouths hung open at what two of their best buds since forever, did to 2 of the others of them. Shit man, they'd grown up practically blood brothers, inseparable, and one for all and all that shit. WHAT THE FUCK!!?"
Kurt pushed hard into Shuey's face with his now hard meat and curlies, gripping the boy's head in his big mitt like a basketball, pushing it back, then shoving his big meat through the protesting boy's lips, and screaming, "Blow me you little queer!"
Mark was right in step with Paulie, whose upper body was arched backward as Mark's prick drove for tongue.
At first behind the now humping boy butts, Scott, Jerry and Joe, were entranced with the rut of it all, and started to pumping their own dicks absently while moving around to complete the wildboy semi-circle around Paul and Shue. Geez, they couldn't believe it as they watched Paul's and Shue's hands relax into a smoothing, caress of the upper thighs of Kurt and Mark, as they moved to squeeze the globes of their butt cheeks! ...and godddddddd, the "Smullpp! Schlkk! Slucck!" sounds of their lifelong friends sucking cock!
CRAZED does not do justice in describing the feelings taking over those 5 boys as their best friends were made to kneel and service them!
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