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 5.
They'd seen and heard enough. They were outta there! On the dead run they hit the street, and then slowed down once they were out of sight of Kurt's place. Early as they were for school, and with time to kill, they goofed along, kickin' a can here and heavin' a rock there, figuring they'd get into the gym when they got to school and take a basketball out to the court and shoot some hoops til classes. They did just that, and as it got close to start of school, Jerry saw Shuey and Paul coming past the court. Instinctively, the pair broke out in a run to join up with their buds...then caught themselves. Stopping.... they realized things might be very different now...but Joey hollered for them to come inside the fenced in court. They broke out in big smiles, and the gate creaked as they opened it and went through. They all slapped hands and said, "Hi" and "Hey" to each other. Then, as if by plan, Shue and Paul were surrounded by the others. Joey said, "Drop yer shorts, dudes, and gimme yer underwears."
They couldn't believe it! They looked into each kid's face....each boy nodded back to them. No doubt....the nightmare goes on!
Quarry Hole. Chapter 5.
They dropped their packs, opened up and zipped down their shorts, dropping them and their boxers. Stepping out of 'em, they picked up their underwear handing them to Joey. Joey balled them up, and with a head motion, they left the court with Shue and Paul standing there shocked and bareass. They quickly dropped down to a crouch and pulled on their shorts, still in shock and not believing their buds did what they did, and worse, that yesterday....just became today....too.
"Hey....NOT-SO-FAST faggots! Hey! Guys! Check it out! Fuckin' fags here standing in the middle the basketball court, balls naked! Givin' a show, looks like."
Several kids were cramming through the gate onto the court and soon had surrounded Paul and Shuey. The long t-shirts didn't give much of a view, and one dude complained, "Whut's tuh see?"
With that, the two closest kids grabbed the shirts' bottoms and pulled them up on both kids draping 'em over their heads, and over their shoulders. Quaking and blinded with their own shirts over their heads, Paul and Shue were shifting foot to foot trying to cover their 'wares' and the other kids kept smackin' their hands and arms away.
"Fuckers don't wear no underwears, either.......... queers."
The kid who started the commotion, Greg, said, "A'kay fag-asses, les'see yuhs twirl around with yer hands up over your heads, like little ballet cunts. FUCKIN' NOW, FAGGOTS!!!" Greg screamed....so loudly, that all the kids jumped with a start...as well as Paul and Shue.
Slowly, the kids raised up their arms like those ballet class girls, and with fingers touching above their heads, they slowly turned 'round, and 'round.....and 'round and 'round. The kids started yukking, some convulsing at the sight, while laughing so hard they cried. Paul and Shuey were whirling around, with their shorts around their ankles making a truly bizarre sight even more hysterical.
"Hey man," one of the kids yelled, "'at dude's got a hanger, eh. He's got one o' dem foreskin thingees over his dobber. Make him stretch it all the way out. Lessee...lessee!"
Greg said, "Hey yeh...I don't even know which queenie it be," as he closed on the whirling boys and pulled off Shuey's shirt, balling it up and throwing it way off the court. One of the others blurted, "Shuey! It's Robbie Shue." Some of the others also knew Shuey, and were nodding.
"You heard da man, Shue...pull on yer scragger boy, and let's see how far it stretches. Now shame is shame, but this is now the worst. He's bareass, face uncovered, still whirling around like a little queen, and now he has to pull on his foreskin till they let him stop. The stalling caused the inevitable taunting, "Pull it! Pull it! Pull it!"
Finally with tears welling in his eyes, Shuey pulled his foreskin out and all the kids started hand slapping, whistlin', punching shoulders, and of course howling with laughter.
The din dropped quickly to a quiet hum of noise, when they were astounded at how far the skin stretched out. Now remember, Paulie's still doing the whirling routine with Shue. Then one of the kids in the back yelled make t'other fag pull it for him....le's have a faggot 'tug 'o war!'" Wild hysterics once more, as Greg tells Paul...."You heard 'im othah queerass....get that shirt off yer head, start tugging some sausage skin, boy."
Again there's some mild surprise as the kids see it's Paulie under the other t-shirt. "Curl your arms back up, foreskin boy, and Paulie, you pull on that shrivelly stuff on the end of his dick....all'a way out, yeh, like'at. Now keep going 'round with him, and you get your other arm back up in yer ballet pose."
It was beautiful! The gang of kids whooped it up one more time doing the cheer leading routine.
With it getting close to the bell, Greg called over 3 of the kids and told them to get down and get Paul's and Shue's shorts, sneaks and socks off. They had to stop the kids from their 'ballet' to strip the rest of their shit off...then the whirling was resumed with smacks to their butts, and the kids brought the clothes over to Greg who told them to heave them all around the court...which they did to more whistles, hoots and applause.
One of the kids right close to Shue said..."Hey, wait a minute...check it out, dudes. Hey fagboy...leggo that kid's foreskin....I swear he's hard, man....can't see wit' all 'at fuckin' skin pulled liked that....LE'GO THAT COCK, KID!"
Oh my, as Paul let go of Shue's foreskin, it slipped all the way back over Shue's cockhead, and his boy prick hung out and down, not quite fully erect, but getting there. Oh poor Shuey....as all mouths hung open, they watched to Shue's shame, as the foreskin completely receded, and the full 5+ inches of Shuey's came up at attention, and planted itself firmly against his belly. You could have heard a pin drop...then all hell broke loose and the yelling and laughter redoubled. Some kids were so hysterical they were hanging on to each other, and then as the bell rang....they drifted off to the door.
Shuey and Paulie stood frozen for the longest moment...and then realizing where they were, they jumped and took off barefoot all over the court collecting their clothes, putting this or that sock or sneak on hopping on one foot, then the other, until finally, gasping and speechless they grabbed their backpacks, and headed for the doorway.
For his part, Joey was sorta daydreaming as he walked with, but fell behind the others as they walked into the gym to store the b-ball, and get to homeroom. He patted the outer pocket of his pack where he had stuffed Paul's and Shue's boxers. His mind was oozing back to last night after he met with others when they shocked each other with the story of Kurt and his brother in the basement.
But Joey was also remembering his shower last night, and his raging hardon as he wrapped himself in the towel before he went back to his room, and bed. He laid down still in the damp towel, his hand unconsciously seeking his cock. Mannnnnnnn, it felt soooooooo gooooooood. Closing his eyes, he shivered at first, seeing his lifelong buds' faces, Shuey...Paul...sucking cock...looking up into each of the other boys' faces, his face, with wide eyed surprise...fear...shock. Spittlegoo cocksnot slop drooling off their bottom lips. Their trembling he could feel through his cock, hands, and thighs as he held each boy and slid his poker through those ass pussies. Holy, man! He'd never fucked anything....er been blowed...nuthin'. But he'd just spent an afternoon with two buddys' mouths and assholes wrapped firmly around the joystick he was fondling right then. The best ever cums he'd ever had since the first time he pulled his toy shank just before his 11th birthday. These 7 buddy dudes hadn't ever talked 'bout any of that even...too embarrassed he guessed....although they offhandedly acknowledged they beat their meat reg'lar like.
Joey and Jerry were look alikes of a sort. Both 5' 7", about 130 lbs, dark skinned, with deep tans and pinky-white tan stripes on their bubble butts. Joey's hard was almost 5 inches. He shivered again just then as his right index finger rubbed over the tip of his cockhead. He felt the moist boy juice there and sighed, bucking into his hand.
For just a second there he lost track and he saw the image of Scott's telling of Kurt chowin' his brother last night. The distraction had him thinking about what would they be doing at the quarry tomorrow, and how would Kurt's new status...or lack of it, affect what happens?
Joey's cock took control of his mind again and now he was ripping that thing from its roots....ohhhhhhh.....needing to cum....fast.... ....bad.....NOWWW!! He pulled one of his pillows to his crotch, wrapping his legs around it, hooking his ankles, hunching up into it. Ohhhh, the underside of his prick frictioned against the pillowcase. With his body curled into a ball wrapped around the pillow, he upfucked that baby while tightening his arms under his knees...."Fuck you, Paulie.....Take me, Shuey! Ahghhhh! Ughhhuh! Nggghh! Fu-fu-fuck youuuuuu!" he screamed his muffled cries into his pillow as he shot....and shot....and shot.... another body wracking cum. He held in that ball...not wanting to move or change that teen boy cum tingle that bucked and quaked him for many seconds afterward. "Ohhhhhhh, Paulieeee.....eeeeeeeat meeeeee," he moaned as he rolled onto his side, curled his toes into the bottoms of his feet....and slept.
Wakened from his daydream by the sound of the kids bouncing the basketballs in the gym, he shook it off, and with a new moistness in his boxers remembered the feeling when he woke this morning stuck to his pillowcase, which by the way, he took into the shower with him to wash out and put a fresh one on his pillow later. (He would hide his messes in the cellar, behind the furnace to dry). He was thinking, "Boy, 'saftanoon, gonna be some funs," and he was hunching his crotch up against his rubbing hand....horny l'il fucker.
Later on in the halls and classes, they all met up again with each other, fivin', hand slappin' and shoulder bumpin' like nothin' happened yesterday, but they all knew today, this afternoon, was gonna be a repeat...and four of them wondered about Kurt....and....would there be.....more. Innocently, Kurt winked at Mark with that lecherous teethy grin of his, and said...."'Dis aftanoon, man....fun at the quarry." Mark just smiled broadly, nodding.
They were all moving at a brisker pace than normal to get to the quarry that afternoon anxious to see what was gonna develop. Mark and Scott had wrapped an arm around Paul's and Shue's necks, respectively, as they got to the off road trail down to the water.
With rampant hards, Paul and Shue, inspite of themselves, were unconsciously horned for 'duty'. It was almost like they were 'out' now, and maybe were resigned to enjoying what they liked but never dreamed they'd ever get the chance to do.
For his part, Kurt was hard as a rock, too. He was letting the others fun it up with the two 'faggots', but he just 'knew' himself, them mouths and asses was HIS!
Different from yesterday, the kids all stripped and in less than 30 seconds after getting to their funnin' ledge, they were naked and diving into the shimmering water of the quarry pool.
Mark was out of the water first and kneeled to his backpack for something. Joining him shortly was Scott, who bent down hands to his knees smiling as Kurt was just coming up out of the water. Mark said, "Hey Kurt, looka this!"
Kurt sluffed over, cock drippin' and floppin' semi-hard before him, and crouched down in between Mark and Scott. Phwoosh! Clink! Click!
"Whut tha FUCK!!" Kurt yowled in a rage, arms swinging, shooting up to his full 5' 9", getting that 150 lb wiry body behind his wild swings. None landed. Both Mark and Scott had stayed crouched with Scott wrapping his arms around Kurt's ankles, Mark pulled down hard on the leash attached to the one of those webbed dog collars....that's what they snapped on him before he knew what happened when he crouched in between 'em.
He roared in his booming voice echoing across and around the quarry...."You FUCKERRRRRRRS! WHAT THE FUCK 'ERR YOU DOINNNNNNNG!!"
Well, even though it was just them at the quarry at that moment, they couldn't chance any newcomers hearing anything, and shockingy, as Kurt flopped hard on top of Mark, Scott was straddling him in an eyelash with five slap-a-rap-a-slaps, that knocked Kurt silly. His straining neck eased, and his head fell back to Mark's chest. By now the others were all 'round them in a circle of naked, shocked, gawking boys. Mark and Scott apparently had worked this out themselves but told no one else. Mark pulled out a roll of sports tape and taped Kurt's ankles together, and rolling him onto his belly, he taped his wrists. Then, they stood him up, balls naked on his feet like an unwrapped mummy.
"Get this shit off me yo u motherfuckers!" Kurt raged.
Mark smacked him on the left cheek.....Kurt's head snapping right, into a fierce backhand from Scott. They waled on him again...again....and once more....Kurt's head snapping left and right, and left and right....and then with tears streaming down his face he hung his head, and went quiet. Scott pushed down on his shoulders, and Kurt sank to his knees. Mark grabbed Shuey and told him, "Here, boy....pinch his tit, and hold it till he screams...use yur fingernail there...dig it in."
Scott pulled Paulie down, and said 'Grab onto his balls, Paul, and squeeze....now stare into his face....keep squeezing....yeh, like 'at. Watch his face now...." Then he whispered into his ear, "When his eyes go wide, stop adding pressure and just hold." Paulie nodded.
Kurt was wailing in an ever higher pitched whine from the tit pinch, and when Paul tightened down on his balls, he stared right into Paulie's face, and went blank, and silent....speechless....his mouth opened like he was ready to growl, teeth bared in his growing pain. His eyes went wide as saucers.....Paulie looked at Scott and smiled nodding. The boys started taking turns holding the chain leash, and yanking Kurt this way and that, whenever the whim moved them. If Kurt could make sense of anything by now, he sure wasn't showin' it.
Jerry took the leash as Mark sauntered up and took his hardening 6 incher, cock smacking Kurt's face. "You ready fer cock, boy?" 'Smack!' 'Smack!' There was silence....defiance. Mark screamed, "You say YESSIR, no matter whut you ast anymore, FUCKER! Dere ain't no 'NO'...in yer 'cabalary. Now lessee....You ready fer some cock, boy?" Mark asked again, cock smacking his face.
Oh boy. Fuckin' nothin' still from Kurt who glared up at Mark. Scott went over and between Mark and Scott, without a word, from each side, they slapped Kurt left, right, head snap, smack, snap, smack, snap.... tear streams from the stinging pain. Silence. Slap smack, snap, smack....
With fists balled now, Mark shaking with rage, screamed, "Last chance motherfucker! Here's whut you say, 'Oh, yessir! Please sir! Give me cock sir! Please sir!'" Kurt glared, Mark pulled his right arm back, and saw Kurt's glare soften to a blank stare, and he yelled, "Oh, yessir! Please sir! Give me cock sir! Please sir!"
All 6 boys went stone in disbelief! 'Smack!' Scott cock-whacked his cheek. Then, 'Smack!' Smack!' Joey joined in. Kurt was surrounded by 6 steeled boys ready for his service. A collar being yanked constantly, tormenting Kurt. A tit being pinched, his nutsack squeezed to its limit, 3 steely boy pokers depositing precum spray all over his face with each cock smack he took.
As Mark pushed Kurt's head up and back, sinking his rock hard pud through the kid's lips, he softly said, "Mah man, Kurt....who'd a thunk it! A fuckin' fagboy...whut needs dick...whut gives to his brother...and his friends...and nuthin' fer his own buds."
Shame, fear, questions, and disbelief spread over Kurt's face....they knew...but HOW? His long-time friend's cock slid over his tongue and shoved all the way to his throat. "Gwuawlk! Awwauck! Gweeelkk! Eeeeulllkk!" He actually had the thought to try and bite down...but didn't get past the thought when the cockhead choked off his throat. The kids all started pulling on their pricks. Ohmigod it was so hot!! Their key man...THE dude...gagging on buddy cock. Oh man, it's just the beginning....it's just the beginning!
Keeping tension from behind on the collar with the leash, Jerry kneel-waddled up behind Kurt, and lifted Kurt's taped wrists so he could slip his hard boy juicy dick into Kurt's fingers. He leaned against Kurt's back and whispered, "Jack me, queerboy, jack me.....an'if you real good, you get to suck my spoo off yer hands, spunkrat."
The kids didn't have any more animosity, means or cruels than any other kids, who get out of control in the midst of frenzied moments, and in no time it was turns at Kurt's mouth for all six boys. Oh man, it was Mark who pounded off through his friend's lips first....the cum...fuckin' cum was pouring from the corners of Kurt's mouth...the buds hadn't never seen so much cock jam! Mark was exhausted...as was Kurt, who was also gagging, spitting up strings of spooge, and swallowing at the same time.
Jerry was leaning over Kurt's shoulder, watching Mark's dick surge into Kurt's face. What a view! Looking down on a hefty, wide slab of boy prick, going in and out, and in and out, and in and out, relentlessly, through a pair of lips trying desparately to keep up with a fiery mouth fucker and stay on that slippery cockmeat without losing grip.....ohhhhh....and the spit building up....spoozing with the steady mix of precum drizzle, seeping out from the bottom lip, under the driving cock, and down his chin and chest. Jerry's own cock was oozing prejizz into Kurt's hands which were still taped behind the kid's back.
The moment Mark pulled out of Kurt's mouth, Jerry just eased down on the leash and pulled Kurt over onto his shoulders...his feet bent under him and knees jutting up and out in front of him, his body almost arching. Jerry smiled, and as Kurt opened his eyes after the exhausting mouth fuck Mark just gave him, he saw the bulbous frothing head of Jerry's prick coming down, and over his face. Then his eyes were shut by the kid's balls which nestled over his nose. Jerry pulled Kurt's chin up and back and said, "Open up queerboy.... LUNCH! Now don't eat it all at once, dude....suck nice...en-joy!"
The others bust out laughing....except for Shuey and Paul, who weren't sure when they were gonna be legs up on their backs feeding on boypole.
As it turned out, at least for the time being, they were in on the taking down of Kurt. Boy after horny boy, fed Kurt with all manner and shape of toyboy dick, and in less than half an hour....Kurt had swallowed everyone of his lifetime buds' meat and cum. Jerry gave 'em all the best show...he of the biggest....the 7 inch cock. Some of the others got into Kurt's throat....love that gagging! But Jerry, now that was somethin' else. He tried to root down inside his fuckbuddy's throat. In a calm, tempered voice, Jerry ordered the struggling Kurt to, "Take it wayyyyyyyy down dude. Yahhhhhh! Ooooh, when you 'gawk' on it fucker, you tickle me , boy....doooooo ittttt!"
Once Kurt got to breathe through his nose around Jerry's smothering balls, he was able to stop choking, and then Jerry demanded, "Swallow faggot. Swallow over my meat. Jerk me wit'cher throat boy. Jerk me off inside. OMIGOD! Ohhhhhhhhh!" Jerry yelled. The sensations were phenomenal, and Jerry's body shook in a violent, face banging, cock-pulsing, mind shattering boyteen creamoff! He fell over Kurt's head to his chest, and just lay there, chest heaving, wheezing. His sooooo sensitive prick riding on Kurt's swabbing tongue, made him spasm and jolt for several more seconds, finally collapsing, and rolling off Kurt onto his back. Whatta show!
After Jerry, Scott had taken his turn with Kurt on his back, followed by Joey.
Somewhere in the middle of this, they had freed up Kurt's wrists. Joey was the 4th face pumper, and that was about the time Mark was refreshed and ready for another round in Kurt.
The tandem bang-a-boy began when Mark took his shot at Kurt's asshole just by raising the kid's taped feet and with one hand to the back of Kurt's ankles, he spit-goobed the boy's slot...and got a wailing groan from around Joey's cock when he sank his finger into Kurt's bung....and another finger seconds later pleasured him some more happyhole.
Mark smiled looking at Joey's butt dimples flexing as he drove through Kurt's mouthpussy, and smacked him some Jerry cheeks, a shot on each cheek, getting yelps of glee from the buddyfucker in front of him.
Squeezing his rockhard pole, he pressed to Kurt's pinky winking bud, and as he held, and leaned into his toyprey, his purple helmet spread, stopped, and thennnnnnn, literally seeped through Kurt's spitslick slot. "Ooommmmmmmpphhh!" was all they heard from between Kurt's lips from inside his cockstuffed mouth.
As Mark held position inside his bud, he unwrapped Kurt's ankles, took his foot bottoms and rubbed them against each other giving Kurt some horny boy sensations, and while pushing them back against Joey, he rut-started his buddy's hole....that nice thick prick fevering Kurt's insides, Mark could feel the boy quivering around it.
By now Jerry was getting his nut, and bouncing up and down on Kurt's heaving, sucking chest. With a 'round of soppy cock smacks to Kurt's cum sticky lips, 'Shhmook! Ssmkk! Sshmuk!' Jerry strained himself up, and stepped over his suckboy.
Paulie was caught by surprise when Scott pushed him forward to get himself blowed, but in seconds, here was one horny little fucker bounce-fuckin' a bud's face....and after, Shuey got his turn.
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