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@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Quarry Hole. Chapter 16.
Back last time, we had lifetime buds, Mark and Scott workin' out on the front steps of Mark's house. Also, there was Bentley and John trying to put together a new business plan with Kurt and the pizza delivery boys.
Rory, and little brother Sean also surfaced at the Quarry. Sean found out all about his big brother, and was about to have it pay dividends on the end of his prick.
At John's house, 'training' is in session: Chip tried to look to his right to see Bentley and with somewhat feary eyes, he squinted with a mouth full of hard cock, bubbling spit onto the futon as he said something that sounded like, "Uhcch...uchh...uuureth...thurrkkk!" Bentley patted the boy's sopping wet no longer golden hair, and said "Attaboy!" as he leaned in at the other end and again slid two fingers into Chip's bunger alongside Kurt's hardpumping prick.
John always felt it was important that new recruits be as one with the face of the dude they be suckin'. 'Putting a face on the dick so to speak,' he used to say. So he reached in under Chipper's chin and had him look into 'One's eyes....he blinked...then again....John smiled, and hissed, "Yessss! Let's be having our boy here be looking up in yur faces while he be eatin', boys." They nodded to John, all around.
And on it went....the fuckin'...the suckin'.... The grandfather clock in the hall bongin' every quarter hour, as they put young Chipper to the cock!
Kurt was shooting his wad now and Derek lined himself up at the toolbox of the moment. He smiled as he watched a cum drained Kurt pull out. He was so used to himself pulling out of Kurt during any number of their 'Kurtieboi boff parties,' that the site of Kurt standing while Derek slipped his meat into boyass was novelty....strange....exciting!
Chip grunted as Derek sank through his pussy. The voices were still droning in Chip's ears. As 'One' eased his cock from Chip's face, Graig positioned himself, and lifted Chip's head up, and as he leered at him, he asked, " Do you love cock boy...do you love it...? Tell us how you love cock...tell us!"
Chip's face was beet red, streaked and dirty from handling. Ooze of pre-fuck driz coating his mouth, nose and chin, he strained to look up and speak....and said, "Uhhhh... ohyeh... mmmm....cock....yeh...suck....love cock....unngh...ungh!" grunting as Derek rebottomed in his hole, and again...and again....lurching Chipper forward and right onto Graig's dick....
Bentley was thinking he'd like Rich in Chip's face next....Rich was not over long...or too thick...but just right to break in a suckboy's throathole....a grin spread over Bentley's face as his own prick tingled, leaked and danced in his pants.
"Uh-ahh-unngh-ungh-uhhhhuh......" groaned Chip....and Derek....
Quarry Hole. Chapter 16.
The telltale "Unnngh! Uh Unghh!" sounded out of Graig as his nut feverishly came upon him and they all enjoyed the swooning Graig shoot his wad. He grabbed onto the back of Chip's head and pounded up into him as he gave up his priceless boysauce.
Bentley was pointing to Rich, snapping his finger. Rich jumped to comply, and with a nod to Bentley, Rich swept Graig up and out of his mouthfucking crouch in Chipper's face, with one arm around the back and under the teen's armpit. As Graig came up all sweaty and naked, cock at the half, spit-drooly hard, knees bent up and toes curled, Rich whirled him around behind him where his feet finally hit the floor to stand him up, v-e-r-r-r-y shakily. After a couple of knee buckling stumbles, Graig looked like he was going over a cliff...reached out for support that wasn't there, and crumbled to the floor in a massive shuddering afterfuck.
John laughed at the sight, but was drawn back to Chipper's face when he heard the "Gwaackkk! Awwwccghh! Erccggufff!" of the gawking kid's throat as it was being 'fitted' to Rich's rockhard, handsome tool.
Bentley had this stern, strained look as he worked Chipper's face, in...then out, then back in, around, and down, the back around the other way, then out...."Uh! Huhcchh! Unuhhh!" Chip sucked for air before being reinstalled on Rich's now slick and leaky piston. One more time....down, winding that boyhead 'round, first this way, then that, and 'round on that dickknob, and then...and thennnnn...."Ucccwullllppp!" IT WAS THRU!!!!
"Breathe outcher nose boy....snort some airs, fuckboy!" Bentley growled.
"Scchnnuckk! Shnurrpkchh!" Chip qwawked.
"ATTA BOY!!! Atta boy!" Bentley praised the young fucktool's suckcess!
Rich was out of mind with chicken-skinning chills from the sensation of having his helmet swabbed by the hot, moist tight clutch of teenyboi throathole. Rich actually got even more charge since not being overlong, the sensitive underside of his prickmeat kept getting diddled by the pulsing throatmuscle which constantly throbbed over that gaggle of nerve tinglers that give every boy so much joy 4 times a day....and more. "Ohhhhh! Ohgoddd!" Rich moaned. Sometimes there's too much pleasure....sometimes.
Chip's breathing was snot-sucky through his nose, but was normalizing with each face stuffed moment till he actually stopped panicking and eased open his newly deflowered throat. He relaxed enough to actually feel the surging prick up his ass again, that had been fucking the shit out of him the whole time and was now short-stroking that toybunger to the beat of an ass-slapping, screaming frenzied Derek cummin' deep up his swollen pussyhole. Derek was crazed, and even as he was easing out of Chipper's pucker, he was actually still ruttin'. The fuck'sations had so consumed him he was still humpfucking as he slipped out of that cumfilled joytunnel.
The curdled fuckjam coating Derek's meat and cockhair matched the same curd smooshed around and oozing from Chipper's upturned bubblebutt. It was little sights like these that sent Bentley's head into a spin. He just loved the images....every cockjammin' image. Ohhhhhh! He just squeezed his big prick hard and chills ran up his spine....silver prefuck oozing in a stream to the floor.
John looked for approval and got Bentley's nod as he moved to pleasure Chipper's toybox.
Chip grunted as John pulled him up to his knees while he was still giving tiny pistonhead strokes of his throat to Rich's thrilled beyond belief joystick. John's big hands waled both of Chip's buttcheeks at the same time and new tears welled up in Chip's eyes. How accustomed he'd come to see out of tear-blurred eyes this last hour.
"Go! Go! GO Boy!" hounded Rich who was bucking up into Chipper's beet red face now, firing volley after fuckjelly volley up Chip's throat. It would have been no more effort for Chip to take the young stud's load what with his face already used to Rich's hamslammer, but the fucker swelled enormously as he built to his nut and the strain on Chipper's throat was so painful as to numb his entire jaw and neck as the teen fuckslop shot straight up then down into Chip's stomach.
It seemed like hours before Rich's prick softened a bit and started the pleasure-slide out of Chip over his tongue and those soft, quivery boy lips shivering Rich all over from the resulting super'sations.
As soon as Rich's fucktool was out of Chip, John reached under Chipper's belly and pulled the young fucker upright on his knees against his chest, gworled in his ear which he also sucked into his mouth and chewed on it as he rut-banged the floppy-limbed fucktoy like the out of control jackhammer that he was. It was so cute to see Chipper's head hanging to the side by his ear out of John's mouth as his fine young 7 inch dick flopped and flailed in the air to the beat of one big, hamslammin' boyfucker behind him.
Bentley was truly pleased with this production, and was finally ready for his own closeup.
He moved to the floppy-dicked boy, and with a naked foot to the futon, he took Chipper's head in both his hands and while smoothing, kneading and squeezing at the boy's forehead and face, he fitted him once again to dickpole. Facefuckin' was Bentley's favorite thing. He was absolutely sure Chip was gonna earn that $20 he got before, right now.
As wide as Rich got suddenly near the end of his facefucking rut of Chip's throat, Bentley was that big and bigger as he entered the kid's face. He worked Chipper around and 'round like he had before with Rich and found Chipper's throat so much more pliable now what with the earlier 'training'. The difference here of course being, not only the thicks of Bentley's meat, but Bentley had himself a 9 inch, cut prong, he gleefully called the 'dick of death'. On dates, he actually pulled it out and 'introduced' it to his fearful girlfriends. It glimmered with the blurble of prefuck ever-oozing from it the entire evening.
He put Chip to the ultimate test here as he wound the boy's head over, around, onto and down over that fiery hot, engorged, cum-slick, corrugated slab of boyman prick. Chip 'gwawwk'ed only a little before he was fully stuffed.
Bentley loved the feel of his balls squooshing up and spreading his nutbag all over Chip's chin.
Dazed as he was from his gangfuck 'initiation' his eyes bugged out as he looked down and after Bentley's prick sank into his throat he could still see more cock outside of his mouth! When Rich 'warmed him up' earlier, Chip's face was in the teen's pubes when the cock sank through his throat muscle.
The frictioning sizzle of massive cock surging through the sensitive boythroat muscle skins actually sent a tingly electric charge through Chipper and the other kids gawked when they watched the young cocksucker's tool stand right up to it's full 7 inches, with his hoodie completely uncovering his helmet and sliding back behind his cock crown.
John was longcockin' Chip from behind, while Bentley pulled all the way out to his knob before surging back down Chipper's throat again....and again....and again.... againagainagainandagain. Ohhhhhh! He suffered the boy through cock-fired reamage!!!
John was short of breath from keeping an equally fevered pace up the boy's shitchute.
It started slow....but these kids had seen it before....the boys watching that is...."One', and 'Two', of course were regular recipients of 9 inch cock-ravaging. Also watching.... gaping....were, Brice, Graig, Kurt, Derek and Rich who was just coming out of his own aftercum stupor. They were entranced like little kids watching a movie....they just seemed to stare....expressionless....cocks seeping, being fiddled and diddled incessantly.
An'ways, it started slow....the grunting....ranting...."Fuck boy! Fuck boy! Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuckhimfuckhimfuckhim!" the hushed chants grew louder, and became cheers, then came the screams for more and more and M-O-R-R-R-R-E!!!
"FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM!" The noise was deafening. Their own wailing screams for boy ravaging cock rang in their ears....to be joined by the two fuckmasters growling "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" while they tore through new boy pussycunt, deflowered right before them and being readied for the future joy and pleasure of many a young tool around town.
The sights and sounds were much too much for Rich, Derek, 'One' and 'Two' who had put the young fucktoys in the name of Brice, Graig and Kurt to the cock while Chipper performed service to his masters' cocks.
One and Two took Kurt fore and aft. Rich took Graig and Derek assigned Brice to his cock.
When finally Bentley and John surged that final time in their fucktoyboypussy, and sent rivers of cockspooge up his ass and down his throat to their wheezing, gasping sighs and screels of sheer tearjerking joy, Rich, Derek and the two slaveboys were getting their nut again in the remaining boycunt who had been flopped to their backs and ate cock by straining their faces up to their serviced 'trainers' dicks. Kurt had it a bit easier because every time 'Two' rammed him, his face climbed onto 'One's' prick.
When the others looked up in their aftercum, they yukked and chided at Chipper lying on his back on the futon, with both Bentley's and John buttholes pushed together over his surging, sucking rasper trying to dig into each big boy's hole. The laughing was short-lived for Brice and Graig who were ordered to clean the big dudes' dicks while they got tongue-bunged.
Kurt was sent to the kitchen to get dinner for himself. He soon reappeared carrying his dog dish with the standard fare of piss-moistened, uncooked oatmeal, mixed with crumbled dog bone cracker. He kneeled awaiting his placement for the night.
John gave Graig the leash to attach and 'walk' Kurt down to the cage in the basement. "Remember, dickwad....after you put him in, get the bat and beat that cage till he cries."
As Graig and Kurt disappeared down the basement stairs, Bentley and John turned to Brice and Chipper who were praised for their efforts and excellent performance, and declared fully initiated. The two fucked over kids smiled and blushed at this high praise as if they had achieved something wonderful.
"We'll soon be setting you up with regular 'deliveries' and we'll make great use of your jobs as pizza delivery boys," Bentley said, still working out the 'business' as he went. You are expected here or at my place for 'tooling' every night until further notice. They snapped looks to each other. Ohhhhhhh....they were gonna hafta....ohhhhhhhh...e-v-e-r-y night!!!???
They stayed quiet. John and Bentley caught their shock....and liked it of course.
They sent the boys in for a shower separately. Brice went first while Chipper waited, dog paws up, on the futon, where he was occasionally dick slapped, and had his face shoved on some big boy dick as the guys moved around getting themselves squared away. Bentley's slavers gathered the equipment and packed the car, dressed themselves and waited outside.
After both Chip and Brice were showered, they were walked down to the basement cage where the outrageous din of the bat smashing Kurt's cage had the kid with his head buried to the floor of the steel cage.
Graig of course was staying the night for the first time, and yesterday, before he left he 'fed' Kurt and beat the cage with John.
While Graig continued to beat the cage, John opened the door, grabbed the bat from Graig, shoved him in with Kurt, slammed the door to Graig's horror and was ordered to stuff his face into Kurt's piss-meal and dog bone gruel. After a teary gingerly 'facing' of himself in the bowl....John ordered Kurt to do it for him. Kurt loved it! He smooshed Graig in hard. "Eat you fuck! I wanna see food hangin' outcher mouth!" Boyyyyyyy! Did he ever!
Then of course, Kurt did the same without being asked. Their faces were covered in oatmeal flake and crumbs as bats were taken up by John and Bentley who waled the cages till both boys were doubled over. Chipper and Brice stood shaken with mouths hung open and eyes wide as saucers.
The cage was locked, and they went back upstairs, turned the light off and shut the door. Graig and Kurt hung their heads still onto the floor grating, covering their ears from the echo's ringing in their ears.
Upstairs, Bentley had Brice and Chip get into a butt-up-butt-down '69' and had them tongue out each others bungholes while the older guys got dressed.
John piled the boys' clothes up and when they were ordered up, Brice took the clothes in his hands, and was walked with Chipper to the door naked. John watched as the two naked boytools padded down the steps to Brice's car with the pizza sign still on top. Small rural towns like these had kids driving tractors at any age, so there really were lax rules on driving age.
Bentley wanted the kids naked together, alone, in the car when they left. It was psychological. They'd both been through something that ripped through their maleness. Inhibitions....shame....gone! What funs would they come up with having their young tools hanging out before them in the car as they drove off with the visions and feels of all that cock in their heads....and assholes! all squeaky shower clean and.....randy!
Sure, they were some sore, but mostly, their no longer virgin buttholes were e-m-p-t-y!!! That void! That fuckin' void...plays tricks with the mind. Hmmmmmmm.
Bentley's firm grip clamped both boy's bare shoulders as he told them "Pepperoni and mushroom....three of 'em, tomorrow, at my house, on yur last run of the night....got it?" They shivered as they nodded 'Yes'.
Bentley opened the passenger side door for the two naked kids to crawl in, slamming the door behind them. Through the window, he grabbed Chip's elbow, and asked, "You the only kid at'cher house, Chipper?"
"No, sir. There's three of us...me and my twin brothers."
Bentley had rocket's going off in his head. "How old are dey? Whutta dey look like?" he asked.
"Just a year younger'n me, sir, and they just shorter copies 'a me," Chipper answered.
Bentley's spine tingled and he cheered inside himself, "Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssss!!!! Ohhhhh, fuck-ing yessssss!!!!
Earlier, that afternoon, at Mark's:
"Get it out my dude, and get on it!" Scott ordered. This time loud enough for the kids fooling in the street to hear and look up.
Mark was all trembly-fingered as he unzipped his bud and folded out his shorts flaps. Scott grabbed Mark's hand and fitted it to his boxer clothed prick which was hard to his belly. Scott was no slouch in the dick department as Mark could truly attest from their adventure at the ballfield last night. The fucker could still feel Scott's dick up his bunger.
Scott was absently hunching against Mark's scandalized palm which he pulled away out there in the open like he had burned it. "GET-----IT-----OUT, fucktool, and chow DOWN!"
The kids in the street playing looked up again.
Shameful tears in his eyes on his own stoop in front of his own house he fished out Scott's meaty piece and craning his neck out, pushed forward till his lips touched the clearly leaking buddy dick.
Scott fired up from the buildup, nutted with almost the first swipe of Mark's tongue. He was quaking, and bucking on the top step, while he humped up into Mark's face while holding the back of his friend's neck to hold him place.
Mark was squirming from the breath-sucking face-plant, and the whole thing stopped the three neighbor kids in their tracks. One kid with the wiffle ball in hand...just stared frozed in place. The fielder kid was aimlessly walking toward the walk in front of Mark's house. The kid with the bat was just standing facing the scene with mouth open, without a clue.
As Scott recovered, he looked up, and saw the kids. He waved them over. Slowly, then a bit faster they started for Mark and Scott. Scott held a warning hand up palm out and made like 'slow down' and then put a finger to his lips for the kids to 'be quiet'.
They then tip-toed up right behind Mark who was still face-ridin' Scott. Their boy faces inched around so they could see whut there was to see. One by one they pulled back covering their mouths, shocked, and maybe even shamed by what they saw. You could follow their eyes' course....they looked to where Scott's meat bridged the space between his crotch and Mark's mouth....then they followed to Scott's pubes....then on up to his broadly smiling face.
They didn't know whether to stay or run...or what!
But they WERE in trance by now.
Scott pointed to one kid....who made like 'Who me?'
Scott nodded waving faster, and mouthed the words, 'Take it out,' while pointing at the kid's fly. He shook his head 'No.' His friends made faces at him....daring him. That did it! He boldly shoved his shorts down in front....and through his boxers pulled his young peter from his fly. He was sorta 'coming up' but was basically soft. Scott gripped Mark's head with both hands, turned it to the left and pushed him into the kid's dick, yelling, "Suck!"
Mark yelped briefly, "Scoppphhmmmff!" and his mouth was fulla kid prick. Before he knew a thing, he was downing that young tool from across the street.
You get surprised sometimes today. Even with the open society, some kids just ain't tuggin' on their meat as early as you might expect. There was no way to tell. Especially if a kid's getting his first knobber, the shock to his system would send him into orbits never before achieved just from handjobs.
The little fucker harded right up like a steel poker and shot off so buttfucking hard, his whole body jerked in all directions at one time and he fell down cum still shooting into the grass with pearly strings hanging from Mark's lips.
Before Mark's shame caught up with him the other two quickly whipped out their dicks and were summarily sunk home into older boy mouth. While they both got their nut quickly, and the last kid actually got to hump for his pumper about 10 times, they surely enjoyed it more that the first kid who truly didn't know what the fuck happened to him as he lay there, shaking, bucking and oozing on the ground.
As the last kid had his dickhead sucked clean, Scott waved a hand for the kids to back off, but said, "Hey dudes, glad to show you a good time, but Mark and me got some fuckin' to do now. He'll be around for you though."
The kids were backing away, down the walk as Scott grabbed Mark up by his collar, and pulled him to the front door. The kids watched Mark key open the door, get shoved to his knees inside and kicked flat with Scott's sneaker to his ass inside the foyer.
Their mouths hung open as they heard, "Getcher fuckin' ass naked fer my prick, you queerass fagg...." SLAMMMMMMM!
The kids were --- Phwooooh! not b'lievin' what they seein', and continued backing up to the street continually bumping into each other, rubbin' their dicks in their pants. They ended up taking up the ball gear and settling on the one kid's lawn across the street where they just sat and watched the house, where the kid that taught them all how to play baseball was getting the shit banged out of him.
Upstairs, Mark was, "Please, Scott, please. Don't let those neighbor kids, ohhh Scott...why did you ughhhhh!" Mark hit the bed backwards and Scott was stripping his cargoes off as soon as his legs were off the floor. Boxers, sneaks, socks, ass in the air, spit on his tail, cock up his ass, in 30 seconds!
Scott was was on fire. Mannnnn...he'd nutted so fast before, he was gonna really enjoy this one. "Owwwowowmmmmuh...muh...mmmm," Mark was mooning as his long time buddy sank to his balls and without any break, broke right into ass-busting rutfuckin'. There was no doubt all Scott wanted was to shoot off and shoot fast....
Mark was warbling and mumbling with the raucous bangin' he was taking. "Uhhh-uh-uh-uhh Sc-uh-uh-ottttt! Oh, uh, uh, can't uh...get my oh Sco...please...mmmmmm."
Scott looked down at his fucked over bud and just smiled slamming three times hard as he could up into his bunghole. "Ugh! Ugh! Urmugh!" he grunted
"Eeeeroohllohhhhah--ohyeh-ohyeh-fuckin'eh yeh---fuck you, dude. FUCKYOUUUUU!!!! Spunkwads of teencum shot up into Mark. Scott's meaty prick expanded and hardened further as he got his load off, and hung down over Mark. His bud's feet planted on the front of his shoulders kept him from flopping right over onto Mark.
As he got his wind, Scott, pulled out and palmed his hand over his slick wick and left Mark's legs bouncing to the bed as he stepped back and went to the window. Looking down, there were the kids from before....except now there were seven! All gawking up at the window....and Scott. One pointed when he saw Scott open the window. The kids were scrambling up, but Mark just held up a hand palm out, and pointed to one kid.
The kid he was after pointed to himself in question, and Scott nodded, and waved him to the front door to come in and upstairs, while pointing and staying the others who just sat back down on the grass.
Scott heard the door open and then nothing till the cute little gremlin showed his nervous sweatied up face at the bedroom door. He was a cute little dude, some 5 foot tall, about 110. Blondish-red hair, and freckles, even over his bare shoulders, he quivered a bit as his clammy hand clasped the doorknob for dear life.
Scott smiled and waved him in saying, "What'syername, lil dude?"
"Umm...D-Dana, uh, sir----uhhmister...uh," Dana stammered.
"Name's Scott, kid, c'mere," he said waving him in.
Putting an arm around his shoulder he looked down into Dana's face and said, " 'Member sex ed class?"
Dana nodded, blushing.
"Well...this here's gonna part two fer you. And you pay close 'tention, cuz you gotta fill in yer buddy dudes outside dere, got it?" Scott lectured.
Again Dana was nodding, and then when Scott stepped away, Dana could see his neighbor idol, Mark, splayed out like a chicken for slaughter hanging off the end of the bed, naked except for his tee shirt, and his handsome teen tool hanging limp over his sizable balls.
Scott put Dana to his knees in front and between Mark's bare legs and feet as he lifted them up and kneed himself back onto the bed, with Mark's legs back up over his shoulders. He told Dana to scootch up to the edge of the bed to get a view of his first buttfuckin'.
Dana shivered at the words, but found himself compelled to follow Scott's directions.
Scott was hard as steel again, and pushed his prick out from under his balls so Dana could see it. Dana sucked in a breath and found himself with his small hand in his pants... rubbing.
Scott asked, "Can you see my prick, dude?"
"Yessir..uh Sco-ott," Dana said as he stared past it's leaking head, and up at Mark's pucker with drying cum dregs squooshed all around Mark's asshole. When Scott pulled Mark's cheeks wide, Dana went "Awlkkk!" when he saw the actual target being plied by Scott's finger. Then he was shocked out of his wits when Scott reached between his legs for Dana's hand and fitted two young teen fingers right at that hole....annnnnn innnnnn!!!!!
Dana's head was spinning....he felt knots in his belly from fears and newy things and sex and ohgod he didn't know whut!
Scott was fucking Dana's fingers in and out and Dana felt the sloppy boy cunt's slippery moist heat and when Scott let go of Dana's hand, Dana was plowing in and out of Mark- bunger like a trooper!
"Yah, you go for it Dana, boi! You gots the feel, dude!" Scott crooned.
" 'Kay, now, le's get fuckin' eh? Ahm gonna drive home and you be watching....'member you gonna be the teacher after dis," Scott was saying as he eased his prickhead right up against Dana's pumping digits.
Dana was nodding that he understood to nobody in particular. He was also getting tranced as he watched Mark's body jimmy and jerk with each rut of his boy fingers up the older teen's chute. He was absolutely fascinated by his ability to herky-jerk Mark just by jibbee-jabbin' his finger this way and that up Mark's hole. He was dizzy with the thought of having his fingers inside the boy that taught him how to bat, and making him jiggle and jack all over the bed. His head was swimming with the control he had at the end of his fingers!
Now he watched, FELT and jerked as Scott's velvety, wet, soft, hard cockrod laid on top of his fingers and the slick of the dickhead eased over Dana's fingers and then he saw the reddish head sqwoosh wide at the touch to Mark's asshole, then, ohmigoddddd, then it like, seemed to just ooze through Mark's hole and disappear. Dana's fingers were still there as Scott started to rut his buddy, then stop.
He reached behind, and asked Dana for his hand. Dana's fingers mournfully slipped out of Mark's bunger as he gave his other hand up to Scott. In a slick move Scott pulled the teener up onto his back till Dana wrapped one armed around Scott's neck while hanging down over his back and butt. Scott was pushing down Dana's pants and boxers panicking Dana who was slipping his hold on Scott's neck.
"Hang on, buddy dude. I just wantchu to feel the fuck while you hanging off me, fucker. I wantchu to feel me buck and fuck...feel the tremble-shiver....and most of all feel me shoot my wad, dude. You feel what it's like to fuck and you gonna be ready to train yer l'il friends outside.
Mark had a tear streaming from the corner of his eye when he heard Dana getting the learnings on how to do him from his own best friend.
Oh mannnn! Did Dana ever get a feel! Scott fucked the livin' shit out of Mark for the next ten minutes. All three kids were wowin' yowin' and waling to the rhythm of one hottest ever boy fuckin'! One hottest ever boy fuckin'!
From behind you could see Dana's feet and legs flailing and floppin' from the fuck thrusting hot fuck Scott was throwing into Mark.
Then at last, "Fuck you, faggot! Fuck you! Fuckkkkkkk YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!" Scott yelled. The kids across the street looked up. Scott screamed so loud they heard him through the still open window.
He spooed his goo up Mark's shitter his cock pulse shooting his teen cream into his buddy's hole. He was right. Dana felt his every throb, quiver and quake. The chills of after fuck shot up and down Scott's naked teen boy-covered spine.
In 20 minutes, Dana got the learnings of lifetime. He slipped from Scott's back in a sweat-squeaky slide to his less than stable feet. Falling backward a bit, he got his bearings and watched as Scott fed his butt-slick, cummy cock into Mark's mouth. Dana was again in disbelief.
Scott raised his arm to Dana who came in under it, where Scott circled the kid's shoulders, and said, "You 'bout ready to get yur horns, dude?"
Dana looked up confused.
Scott..."Gettin' laid, boy...you ready to get laid?"
Dana was shaking and his lips were moving with nothing coming out. Mark was in a fucked up stupor now, as he lay there, and Scott pulled out of his mouth, picked Dana up under his boy pits, and hoisted him to the head of the bed. Swinging Mark around, Dana was once again staring at Mark's cock and balls.
Scott looked at Dana and was delighted to see the boy at semi-hard and coming up! "Good boy! Good boy indeed!" Dana weakly smiled as he looked up at Scott absently jacking on his boy pud.
Scott now proceeded to set Dana into an awareness of all the play he could have with his new fucktoy. He pushed the kid's finger up into Mark like before. Dana just KNEW what to do now....and took over. He leaned up and fitted his smallish prick over his frigging fingers and poor little fucker....he went right off with the fabulous feel of young teen boycunt.
Tears of cumjoy were streaming down Dana's cheeks.
Scott laughed and waited till Dana stopped gasping, jolting and shaking from the aftershoot. Then as Dana sucked in another big breath and exhaled finally, Scott showed Dana how he could just pull on Mark's wrists as he lay down himself, and Mark would come up sitting on the young dude's cock. "Dis way dude, you make him fuck-bounce hisself on yer prick...got it?"
Dana anxiously shook his head, 'Yes'.
Now roll to your side. Both boy fuckers rolled over. Now hunch into him sideways. Like that?"
"Yehhhh!" called out Dana from the other side of the bed.
"Annnd, yuh can do that sidefuckin' the other way too, with your chest pressed against fagboy's back there. You just gotta pull out, get up, and settle behind his back and plug back in." They both laughed as Dana scurried around the wiggling bed into position, and 'plugged' back into Mark..
"Now get up, and pull shithead to his knees and let's plug you in doggie style," Scott directed. Dana was bouncing' all around the bed getting more excited as he played. He was really rock hard again....yet, and after he yanked Mark's tail up, he surged his young tool to his nuts up into Mark. Scott got up on the bed in front of Mark, and pulled his arms out flat, and Mark and Dana flopped flat to the bed, with Dana's face in the crotch of Mark's neck and shoulder.....and mannnn, he was fucking Mark like crazy. Scott applauded, then showed him how to snap his butt to ream ass while lying flat, and said, "You have graduated my dude!" he said, smacking Dana boytail.
The fuck grunting went on as Scott went to Mark's desk and wrote on a notepad: 'Mom....Playing ball. Be back late for dinner. Mark'
Scott went over to Dana as the sweat beaded on the boy's face mid-power thrusting buttfuck, and said, "Look kid. I gotta go. When you done with fuckstick, here, if yur buds wanna play with Mark, take him somewheres outta here, like the lean-to down at the ball lot, and leave this note on the table downstairs in the kitchen.
Scott was thinking of some of the nights he had with girls down at the lean-to...just slap and tickle, but memorable still.
"Uh-uhngh!" Dana nodded....he was so wanting to get his nut again he was nearly out of his mind. He needed it. He needed it now. He had to fuck Mark. And fuck him. And fuck him. Annnnn FUCK him!!!!! And that's all that counted.
Scott pulled on his pants, sneakered up and hit the stairs, with the telltale, "Unngh-uh-uh- urnggh!" continuing behind him.
Out the door, the kids jabbering together across the street came running up to him. "Where's Dana, hey? huh?"
"Dana's a little busy right now dudes, but he'll be down soon enough and you all figger whutchu wanna do, then, 'kay?"
"Welllll, hey....whut's he doin'? Where is he?" They bust out all at once.
"Well.....he's right now fuckin' his brains out inside yer friend up there in Mark's bedroom. I'd let him get his nut, then he'll tell yuh whut's next," Scott said over his shoulder as he headed on down the street to his own house.
The kids all seemed to like, ooze down to the ground again as they absorbed everything Scott just said. They pulled at the grass, fiddled with their feet, and played at their flys while they watched Scott disappear down the other end of the street.
It was all quiet, and then from that open window......"FUCK YOU, FAGGOT!!!!"
Six kids bolted off the ground across the street bursting through the door...up the stairs....
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