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. Quarry Hole. Chapter 10.
.....then Jerry dropped his pants, mooning Graig's face and Joey said, "Gitcher tongue up his shitter, faggot....yur dinner's ready."
In a shock, or at least surprise to all of them, Graig got right down there, packs slipping and sliding off his shoulders and down his arms as he ape crawled, his hands up around Jerry's thighs for balance, and stuffed his face right up Jerry's smile as they walked...and he even let them see his tongue burrow in there when they asked ....with no hesitation. Jerry was getting horny-nuts all over again, "You can't believe how this feels, man...his fuckin' tongue's....mannnnn....up my FUCKIN' ASS!!!!
"Ahmena hafta get off by the time we get to the road. Omigod! UHHHH! NOW!!" and Jerry spun around off Graig's tongue, and shoved his drizzlin' prick through Graig's lips, grabbed his ears and rammed his boy fucker in and out, shooting wad after wad, crying and screaming from the joy of it all....shivers up and down his back and inside his thighs....his toes curling under in his sneaks....omigod!!!! "I needed to fuck'is face...oh, man, oh fuck, OH FUCK!!!!" Jerry slipped to his knees gasping, still holding onto Graig's ears....Graig was hunched over on his knees under the pressure of Jerry's hands pulling down on him.
The other kids were hot as firecrackers...again, having watched their bud get off another feed-fuck.....standing around the two boys on the ground, rubbing their fly fronts.
"C'mon, you assholes, getta move on!" yelled Scott, as he took off up the trail...'we're prak'ly to the road."
They were coming to the road!??! Graig hadn't even thought about being in public....and his tongue absently lapped his upper lip of Jerryjam as he switched into slo-motion and a full mind run, 'I'm out here in the open...naked...sucking boy cock and ass!!' His whole body chicken-skinned as he shivered.
Noticing the daze he was in, he was kicked, whipped at with 3 branch switches, and told to get crawlin'. He came out of it, and started to do the rest of the trail on all fours, and behind him, cum-shattered Jerry dragged his butt up, zippered his hog, and caught up with the rest.
None of the kids knew where he lived...didn't care neither...but they did know he'd be naked gettin' there tonight.
Kurt came up to Paul and Shuey with arm over each shoulder, and said, "Ya know...you guys...you should have Graig's ass first...sorta like yur boy cocksuck for the night, or this weekend...ya know?" Shue and Paulie just smiled into Kurt's face at the thought...glowed....and got hard!
Mark and Joey closed on them and said, "Hey, yeh, man. The fucker's gonna be our boy....and who better to start off his life on his knees than with you guys....wit' all the shit you been takin, eh?"
As they got to the end of the trail at the main road, they let Graig get up and walk while they just jabber-taunted at him and butt kicked at him or swatted at him with the branch switches.
Kurt's brother John was in his rumbling truck on his way home from his job, and he saw the group of kids on the sidewalk way ahead.
Graig walked in the middle of the kids but had to be jerking his dick the whole time. Before Kurt broke off for home, they all took their own packs, and made Graig lay on his back, toes up in the air in the middle of the sidewalk in all his nakeds, jerk off to a cum and eat his spooge there quaking and trembling on the ground. It was sooooo....
"Tell us l'il fag. Close yur eyes. Tell us how you love jackin in'a street and eatin' yur jazz!" Joey barked.
"I...um...uh...lik....um...jerk...cock....ummm...licking cums....unnngh!"
All was quiet. He opened his eyes...the kids were gone! He was all alone on the sidewalk, legs in the air, cum all over him, naked...quivering in aftercum....a jizz-sopped finger in his mouth...his tongue stopped at mid-lick....the rumbling engine was approaching....
Quarry Hole. Chapter 10.
A metallic screech and groan, the truck door opened, and John was standing over the naked kid lying face-up on the sidewalk....
Graig lurched up from the waist and covered his cum-lathered dick with a hand, and leaned on the other elbow, looking 'round and behind, snapping his head this way and that to remind himself where he was, to find out if others were around seeing him, maybe there's a place he could run? This overbearing guy....standing over him....will he help?
He got his answer....John reached down a hand and as Graig tentatively clasped on, John came around the boy and kept him out of view from the street and pulled him to his feet...hoisting him with a hand under his tail into the truck and onto the seat.
John looked all around the ground near where Graig had been lying, and then beyond and over to the nearest house and the bushes. Furrowing, he turned back to look at the trembling Graig on the front seat and said...."Where your clothes, dude?"
"Dun-nuh-no," said Graig shrugging, his lower lip quivering.
Just the hint of a smile sneaked across John's face. Hmmmm. This is John. Kurt's big brother. The big brother who puts a naked Kurt in the old dog cage in the basement. He changed expression after that pleasant vision of the groveling little brother, collared and leashed in the bottom of the cage anxiously licking at Kurt's fingers through the steel links, while his big brother unlocked it to lead him up to the shower....and perhaps a feedfuck of brother cock.
Hearing there were no belongings to gather up, he hopped in and put the still running truck in gear and continued down the street to his house. John wasn't sure if Kurt was one of the kids he saw tormenting Graig as he they came into his sights earlier....but he did see a kid take off down John's home street. He didn't dwell on it. He was processing the here and now....Graig....cummy, trembling....needy Graig.
With a brumble and a bump, John's truck lurched up the driveway and into the open garage. The engine went quiet after a couple of engine run-on spurts. The smell of burnt oil wafted through the garage.
"Warm this up fer me, dude," John horrified Graig, when as his eyes refocused in the darkened truck cab, he could see John whapping his sizable ram-reamer against the palm of his hand. His pants were open, and they and his boxers were part way down his thighs.
The heart stab Graig got made him dizzy, and then before his hand touched the door handle, John's manly mitt gripped the back of his head like a football, and slammed the boy's face into his bare crotch....rubbing it all around....presenting a new moistness to Graig's cum crusted cheeks....John was one heavy leaker. His pre-fuck droozed like some dudes' cum shots.
After a full day at work, John's crotch funk could be cut with a knife. Pulling the back of Graig's head up by the hair, and before Graig could look up, John fed his hefty prick between the lip quivering boy, "Fwucchhumpph!"
"Chow down boy...you chow right down. I hepped you out down'a street dere boy...and I need'a be 'preciated."
Graig probably didn't even have what to think with anymore. His view of the world these last two hours became one of darkness, and seeing cock, balls and assholes from the wrong side up! He was glomming that big stuffer in his mouth. The "Shlikk-lkk-ulwulchh!" was sensually exciting to John whose handsome head was laid back on the headrest. Then as he felt a telltale preliminary pulsing, he turned down to look at the back of the kid's head as it moved almost imperceptibly, neck muscles twitching, while the boy's tongue swabbed John's monster masher with what John thought was 'expert' technique. But while he wanted off right quick...he didn't want it quite the way his new face pussy was giving it to him.
He worked three meaty fingers into Graig's mouth and down the back pressing hard on the tongue not quite to the throat. Avoiding a gag reflex, he forced Graig into a wide open-mouthed yawn by which his truncheon entered the boy's throat... accompanied by a series of "Ccchh-ccwokk-ccuhcc" breath-seeking hucks and hacks, which soon subsided and John said, "Shhhhhh, pussyboi....shuushhh, now swallow over me boy...throat jack me boy....swallowww....phwooooooo...unnngghhh-uh-ungh-huhuh!"
And John ass-flexed....humped up to mash his pubes into the face of his constantly swallowing throat jacker......ohhhhahhhhhhhh," he sighed at last, still holding a slightly hunched-over position against the yet swallowing cock swabbee between his trembling, muscle-tightened thighs. Falling back to the door, he wheezed and "Wheeeee-hewwww! You do suck some cock lil dude. I think you should be givin' classes...Haaaaaaaa-Haaa!" John laughed at his own humor, but then quickly his face went stony. Chancing the aftercum spasms of cockhead sensitivity, he pushed Graig off his buried tuber, and the "Thweeekkkk!" squeal of the over-sized prick unplugging the kid's throat....he bucked up uncontrollably 2-3 times, and Graig "Gwawkkk-accckccchhh, huhhhh!" gasped for the air he needed so badly. Those last minutes under pressure from John's hand at the back of his neck and the bigger dude's groin made like a vice grip on the dazed, air-starved boy.
As they both recovered....John normalizing faster, he found himself gently rubbing the back of Graig's neck with thumb and fingers under his ears like you diddle a dog, and just like a dog, Graig's head would bend left and right and down responding to the neck play. John was absently saying, "You fine produck, boi...fine raw material. Ahmena like having you be takin' care my needs hereon, you know....oh yes..." he made like mommies talking to a baby in the crib...."Oh yesss," he said as he touched foreheads with the totally out of it Graig.
In a flash the door opened and he was unfurling a small rug on the garage floor. Reaching for Graig's wrist inside the truck, he pulled the boy across the seat and over his shoulder in one motion, turned and lay him at one end of the rug. He turned one roll with hands and then finished the task with his booted foot. You could barely hear a "Whumpff, whumpff!" from inside the bumpily rolling carpet.
The door slammed, and John swept the rug-rolled boy to his shoulders and out to the drive and up the back stairs. He apparently did not make too much noise in the process for when he threw open the door to his and Kurt's room, Kurt was abruptly wakened, and when he realized he was back in the land of living...dismal as this land had become for him....he hurled himself to the floor on his knees shaking before his brother.
"Mannnnnnn...you gonna get it faggot....you GONNA get it!!!"
Kurt pleading squealed, "Sorry...SORRY, SIR! Please? I just didn't hear you and I was tired, sir, please?"
"'Please' your fuckin' ass, punk! You 'posed tuh be naked waiting no matter what time it is and be fuckin' ready whether you hear me or not! But...that's later...we got's a treat for you for now, that you will also pay for later."
He flopped the carpet roll none to gently to the floor and started it unrolling quickly as he stalked over to Kurt and with a hand to the neck of his tee shirt, no doubt grabbing some tender little brother skin with it, he hoisted Kurt right up on his feet ripping the shirt and heaved him on the bed. While Kurt was still bouncing he said, "Get naked, asshole!"
The flurry and hands, fingers, buttons, zipper, laces and feet, left clothes on both the floor and on various pieces of furniture where the kid threw them in his feverish strip....and he looked up now from all fours, from the bed which was shaking with the kid's tremors.
Kurt's eyes went bleary when the last of the rug unfurled and he saw the remnant of Graig lying there, looking even worse than the last he saw of him with his legs up jackin' off on the sidewalk.
"You gonna be kissing my feet faggot, when I give you dis present. Not that that's anything new, eh, lil bro?" John laughed, cuffing the side of Kurt's head. "El's, you been 'njoying yo' big brother's feet funk fer hmmmm....gotta be comin' on seven years now... ain't it? AIN'T IT!!" John roared.
"YES, SIR!!!" Kurt answered.
With a hand to the scruff of Graig's neck, he dragged him to the bed and as he pushed Kurt over on his back, he planted Graig's face over Kurt's prick. "Now listen...both'a yuh! Dis here faggot swallows dick like he was born on one," he said raising his voice above normal tone. "Now even though he gonna be takin' care me right reg'lar....I want you fuckstick," he motioned to Kurt, "to memberize every thing this little mouth vac does to your dick...right up to when you cums annnnnd afta. I want you to duplicate this kid's mouth and throat dickwad, or you gonna always be sorrier than you ever wuz b'fore. Get it? DO YOU FUCKIN' GET IT!!!!????"
"YES...SIR!!!" Kurt screamed. Then John shoved Graig's face onto Kurt's meat and said, "Get to it gobbler....and make sure you shows him everything...spesh'ly that thing you do when my root's way deep in your throat and you wiggle 'round to get every little bit of me to shootin' sparks." He waled the kid's ass.....hard...."Get on it!"
John watched Kurt start to react to what was gonna be the blowjob of his life. Sure they played on Graig down the quarry earlier, but this was gonna be a surprise. With everybody taking turns on him before, nobody really got the pleasure of true servicin'...leastways...not like John expects....and Kurt was about to find out.
John left them for the moment to get a shower knowing neither kid would dare even think about taking off.
In just a few moments it seemed, Kurt's prick was down Graig's ever inhaling, almost vibrating throat. He started buckin' up and face humpin' and kicking his feet while the little sword swallower redoubled the joy he gave Kurt's cock with that little extra thing John ordered him to teach Kurt.
As John ambled back into the room still drying off, he stopped to take in the scene. His little brother was hysterical. Tears streams down his face....his legs were in the air, feet and toes clenched as were his teeth....a tiny screeel could be heard from deep in his throat, and he was punching at Graig's shoulders one second...slapping his head the next. The whole bed went to rockin,' squeakin' and bouncin'. It was all music and lights to John, who dug the corner of the towel into a soggy ear, rubbed it over his wet hair, and cast it toward the dirty clothes pile. He moved over as Kurt's fabulous cum subsided and his body looked like a big balloon deflating as he sunk deep into the bed covers...his pretty cock still deep inside Graig's throat. John sucked spit onto two fingers and drove them right up into an up-jerking, face-impaled Graig, till he bottomed at the third knuckles.....in a few moments, he almost felt the tension release inside his new pussyboi's ass, as he wound the fingers 'round and 'round till the fever-tingle-burning-numbing heated the boy's hole like it had never been heated before.
His freshly showered, spiffy clean naked body should have been giving off an odor of boyfuck...the sweat beading all over his skin glistened in the strobing light of the sun setting through the window, as the curtains fluttered in the breeze. His prong felt velvety to his pussy slicked fingers as they slid out to be replaced by his rock hard boy pleaser.
This seeming singular motion could have been choreographed for all it's smoothness. John's newly oiled, flesh-hard butt plug filled the voided boyhole, and surged to bottom of that recently deflowered toybox. "Uhhhhh----nnnghhh----ohhh--- unggggh----huhhhhh!" Graig moaned with the relentless penetration of the thickest cock he'd taken on the day of his first-ever fuck at the quarry.
Kurt's softening peter slipped from Graig's moaning throat. There wasn't any spooge on the receding prick. Graig's vice like throat had swabbed it clean as a whistle. Kurt had seen that determined, straining face on John many times these last years when he stared down into the boy's eyes while throwing him a punishing fuck, or merely fucking him through the night.
He pulled out long and held and then began a steady long cocking of the swooning ass-on-fire boy under him. John made each driving stroke into Graig feel like it was first entry....the boy was afire....his toyhole asslips were sending electric charges though his quaking body, firing from butt central out to every hair tip and toe nail.
Graig's toes and feet curled up and crinkled as his legs pulled tight up against John's....he pulled his head up, and looked into Kurt's eyes....seeing nothing....his lips moved....he said nothing....he was making a very tiny siren deep inside him....then he wailed as the next surging plunge of John's ram-reamer bottomed out, "Ohhhhh.... pleeeeze....."
"Please whut, uh, huh, faggot!" John gasped as he relentlessly fucked the kid across the bed.
"Pleeeeze, ohhhh, uhhhmmm, uhhh, fuck....uh...fuckkkkk-huhhh.....meeeeeee!"
"THAT.....that you can count on fuckboy....you can count on that!!!" John growled in a hoarse whisper.....and then he shot up straight and went rigid....and cummed wad after boy fuckin' wad up Graig's boysnatch....soon falling forward and flopping all across the smaller kid who could feel the John's cock pulse every few seconds till then they both lay quiet, pasted together by their mingling sweat.
John slowly came out of the blissful afterfuck, and his massive dick slid sloppily from the boy's oozing fuckhole. John snapped his fingers at Kurt and pointed. Kurt jumped up quickly licking his brother's cock clean of butt slime and prick jam, and then he buried his face and tongue up Graig's ass and sucked out his brother's jizz.
Soon Kurt knew his place and was down on the floor on his knees looking to his brother for orders. Graig could still feel the fire of surging boyman prick as well as the tingle of a tickly boy tongue licking his asshole out and nestled deeper into the covers.
There was a snap and a click as Kurt put his collar in place. He held his leash in his hands as he kneeled at attention.
John padded over to the desk and came back with a heavy linked choke chain. He lifted Graig's head and fitted the collar on Graig. Then he pulled out a small butt plug which he had Kurt lick and had Graig lick, and then worked it gently into Graig's ass. He rubbed the back of the boy's head like he did in the garage earlier while he told the boy he must keep the chain on and the butt plug in place until he comes to see John at the machine shop the next day where he worked, after school.
Then he turned to Kurt, and fastened the leash to Kurt's collar and told Graig, "This is your dog, boy. Let's walk him down to his cage in the basement. He needs some training today, and the training implements are downstairs." Kurt was in disbelief and tears welled in his eyes...to be a fuckin' dog to a lower classman who was now also his big brother's slave was the lowest point in a declining existence for the poor fucktoy.
Graig brightened and got up off his belly, and as he stood, he pulled the chain and Kurt resisted. John smacked the back of his head and shoved him forward with a bare foot to his tail. They all moved to the door with Kurt heeling to Graig. A night in the cage usually meant that Kurt's and John's parents wouldn't be home that night.
Kurt crawled the stairs, the hall and the stairs to the basement. His knees were burning by the time his leash was hooked to the wall near the cage. John brought Graig a length of rubber hose and a shoehorn shaped leather paddle for himself. As Graig watched, John took to waling on Kurt who covered himself with his hands and jumped and jerked with each stroke...soon, and smiling ear to ear, Graig took his hose piece to wherever John wasn't hitting Kurt. The yowling and yelping was music to their ears. John finished with a wood paddle to Kurt's butt plug. The combination of the thing jutting up further into him coupled with vibrations stimulating Kurt's insides were stunning the kid.
John went upstairs and told Graig to keep up the punishment till he returned. Kurt was dodging the hose, and Graig, and yank-jerking his neck against the leash. By the time John came back with some pasty oatmeal mixture for Kurt's dinner in a dog bowl, he stopped to enjoy Graig straddling Kurt's upturned face while left-right waling, smack after smack, snapping Kurt's left-to-right-to-left. "Okay, boy...you did good...very good. Get your faggot dog in the cage now for his dinner," John ordered.
Graig opened the cage and booted Kurt through it. John came up to the cage and planted Kurt's face in the oatmeal slop, dropped the bowl, locked the cage, then fastened the leash to Graig's collar, and walked the boy back up stairs, shutting the light. He gave Graig the clothes Kurt had worn that day, but didn't give him any socks or sneaks.
They both dressed and John walked Graig out to the truck. As they walked past the basement door, Graig thought of Kurt down there in the dark, sadly looking down with clumps of oatmeal paste hanging from his face. He started getting hard thinking of the moment John had taken that shoehorn whipper, rolled Kurt over on to his shoulders, spread his legs out and whipped his balls and that spot right behind 'em.
A jerk on the leash and Graig stumbled forward out the door.
Graig climbed in, and John followed, starting the truck, pulling the door shut. "Get on it dude," John ordered.
Graig stared....question marks all over his face.
John yanked hard on the leash, and pulled the kid to his fly...."Any time you with me fum now on faggot, you be hangin' on my cock with yer soft pussypetal lips, less'n I tell you to get off. Now get me out and start chowin.'"
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