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JIMMY AND SHAWN (DORM RITES)
Damn, another Sunday afternoon and nothing to do except watch TV and do homework. Sundays are by far the worst day of the week. Always that melancholy feeling like people were doing things and you're left out. Never fails. Maybe a ride in the old man's car just to get out of the house. But, no, they've already left for Aunt Honey's and wouldn't be back for a couple of hours more.
Nothing to do but give in to hornyness and beat off again. Haven't cum since last night and need to do something to relieve the tension that always mounts if I go a full day without jacking it. Especially on a goddam Sunday.
I wonder what's going on at the dorm at St Mark's School. I've heard stories that on weekends the damn place turns into a sex bazaar for those kids not lucky enough to go home or get a pass to leave the campus. About 50 boys from the fifth to the 12th grade cooped up in the dorm for two days with no supervised activities. The masters rarely came around on the weekends, leaving law and order to the senior boys.
The weekends were special, but normal days also had their share of schoolboy sex. It was normal behavior for the older boys to raid the dorm and try to goose the younger kids. They usually succeeded in cornering one of the middle schoolers and dragging the hapless kid into an upper classman's room. There, they would depants the luckless student and force him to his knees while the older boys circled around him pulling their own shorts or pajamas below their knees.
They would taunt the younger boy about what they might do to him, all the time working their adolescent pricks on to hard. With luck, the gang would intimidate the victim so that he would agree to go around the circle and lick each person's dick. Not a real blowjob, just enough to say the kid was now a cocksucker. This only worked about half the time, however, and many of the sessions ended with everyone joining in a circle jerk. Generally, they would all jack off into one cum rag and then try to rub the slimy towel on the youngest boy who was still kneeling in the center.
Sometimes they would play a game to see who could cum first, or more specifically, who would cum last. Six or seven boys would form a circle and pull down their shorts. A big jar of Vaseline was always ready for each uncut boy to goop his prick. Then there was a mad rush to see who could shoot his load onto the single slice of bread tossed on the floor in the middle of the circle. Sometimes a Playboy magazine would provide stimulation, but usually the guys just focused a lustful gaze on their buddies and wildly flogged their hogs.
Soon the first boy or two would shoot and they knew they would not have to pay the penalty for cuming last. Those remaining increased the intensity to shoot their loads and avoid the punishment of being last and having to eat the cum-soaked bread. Faces strained as the last boys tightened their bodies and flexed their toes to conjure up erotic thoughts to help them cum. With only two boys remaining, the others who had already finished would cheer on their favorite or taunt a hapless boy to make him lose his hardon and eventually have to chomp down on the slime covered bread.
In five minutes it would be all over and the boys could get back to homework, bullshitting or whatever, since the sexual tension of these confined teenage boys had been relieved for another night. It was all pretty harmless and had not prompted any complaints to the masters, even from the smaller boys who were introduced to cocksucking. The younger ones were usually flattered at all the attention and eventually would become part of the group that would capture and intimidate one of the youngest boys. Most of all the rituals provided a sexual release for the horny boys forced to live together under school discipline in the dorm.
Sometimes the boys would pair off together in their rooms before lights were turned out. Most of the rooms housed two students who slept on bunk beds and it was considered bad form to make your roommate wait outside while you messed around with someone. 15 minutes or maybe a half an hour was about all the time allowed for a quick sex session between two guys. For a three way or more, special arrangements could be made. Few of the boys thought they were gay, they were just taking advantage of the only sex readily available, and they needed to do it daily or risk walking around the dorm with a hardon all the time. Some people thought one or two guys held off cuming so they could eat the cum-soaked bread at the end of a session, but no one would admit to it.
The real prize was to find a kid who really liked to suck dick. After the kid had been "terrorized" and threatened with physical harm or some horrible thing, the guys would offer an alternative. "If you suck each one of us off, we won't hurt you." Remember that all the boys were standing around in a circle stroking their hard dicks with the victim in the middle. Everyone knew that something sexual was going to happen, it was just a question what. Shawn was the dorm leader who usually led these sessions, and was always the first to get his dick sucked. He had a fat piece of meat: a beer-can dick I think they call it.
Shawn would step up to the boy with his dick on total hard and ask the kid on his knees if he liked what he saw. The boy was usually paralyzed like a duck about to be eaten by a snake. He would walk right up to the boy with his dick in his hand and rub his fuckstick on the boy's forehead. From there it was no big deal to press the engorged prick to the boy's lips and say something like, "Hey, Joey, what's the big deal. Just put it in your mouth and give it a good licking. Everyone's done it before, and, besides, you might like it." With a little shove, the cock entered the kid's mouth and the biggest hurdle was passed. Shawn's dick wasn't the easiest to suck because it was so thick around, but Shawn was surprisingly gentle when he was breaking in a new sucker. He talked soothingly to the kid about how good it was making him feel, and rubbed the boy's head as he fed him more cock.
After three or four minutes, Shawn would pull out and offer the boy to the next guy in line. After the first dick was sucked, the rest of the teenagers became super horny and couldn't wait for their turn. Usually someone far down the line would reach over to the kneeling boy and rub his back and caress the body of the sucker. The kid was never any older than the seventh grade and so never had any leg or body hair. Usually, he had a small patch at his crotch, but sometimes this was only a wisp of light, stringy hair. After the sucking began, there was no thought of threatening action and everyone just got into the fun of it all. No one actually came in the boy's mouth, just got a few minutes of good sucking, followed by big time jacking off.
The boys who had already been sucked beat their meat slowly so they wouldn't cum right away. The idea was for everyone to come together after everyone had been sucked. By the time everyone was beating off, the pace became furious since everyone had watched the hairless chicken suck off five or six studs. The climax came when Shawn (or whoever came first) shot a load on the kneeling chicken aiming at his face and head. Usually, after the first person came, the rest followed almost immediately, so the chicken was drenched with hot teenage boy cum in a matter of seconds. There was no time to protest, even if the boy wanted to.
But usually, the "victim" was beating his own prick by this time, loving the sight of half a dozen naked upper classmen standing over him and shooting their loads. When everyone had finished, Shawn would step up and smear the hot cum all over the chicken's chest and body, rubbing the sticky goo into his crotch and belly button. "Don't rub this stuff off until you shower in the morning or else we'll get you for the next two weeks." Dicks started to soften and the boys retired to their own rooms, relieved of one night's sexual tension.
Sometimes one of the younger boys would come on to Shawn for a little private instruction after one of the group sex sessions. The uniform of the school was gray pants and blue oxford shirts, with white sox and loafers, either Top Siders or Weejuns. Usually one of the Middle Schoolers would show up at Shawn's room after gym class around five o' clock. He'd come in and look sheepishly around until he got Shawn's attention. Then with a little bit of crotch rubbing, the kid would let Shawn know why he had come. Shawn never turned down a new face. He would immediately respond by sitting down on his bed, unzipping his fly and pulling out his half hard peter. He always made the chickens pull off all their clothes when they came to suck him. They unbuttoned their blue shirts exposing clean, hairless chests and legs that looked like they had been shaved. Most of the kids were just cock struck and wanted to suck the fattest dick they had ever seen.
Shawn always had his way and would play with the cocksucker at his knees, sometimes going easy and sometimes ramming his fuckrod hard into the mouth of the kneeling boy. But he never went further than sucking: anything more would have meant that someone was queer, which, despite all the activities in the dorm, was unacceptable.
Sometimes, though, he would get carried away if the boy was especially cute and pull the sucker up to him and rub over his body and ass. That perfectly smooth chicken body, with just the beginning of muscles forming was too much to resist. And the little boys, living in a dorm with nothing but other boys -- no teachers or real adult influences -- easily submitted to Shawn's attentions as the informal leader of the dorm.
Shawn's special favorite was Jimmy, a boy of 13 in the seventh grade, with auburn hair and a thin, wiry body. Jimmy was a swimmer with long legs and thighs and not an ounce of fat on his five foot five inch frame. His legs were muscled but his upper body was undeveloped. Light brown hair covered his legs from the knees down, but his smooth chest and arms were perfectly clean. His face featured a little upturned nose and a pair of pouty lips. He wore size 10 Nikes, suggesting he still had a lot more growing to do. His crotch was covered with a fine down of brown hair covering the space just above his dick, but his balls were almost hairless. All in all, a prime piece of butch chicken.
Jimmy had been in boarding school since the fourth grade and had already learned what it's like to be a young, willing chicken with the upperclassmen. Actually, he was just beginning to enjoy the sex, although he had secretly enjoyed the fuss the older boys made over him for years. He started having private sex with Shawn last year after being in the center of one of the group dick sucking sessions and had been a regular ever since.
He wasn't sure why he was attracted to Shawn, who didn't fit his stereotype of the perfect boy. Shawn was a big 17 and a lineman on the football team. He, too, had short brown hair and a hairless chest but was covered with a full mat of body hair on his thick football legs. He liked to walk around the dorm showers carrying his towel in his hand and teasing the other boys about sucking his big fat dick. He had no equal in that area among the boarders and was proud of his fuckmeat. He also got into the almost nightly sessions with the younger boys, humiliating them by stripping them down and forcing them to suck the dicks of the upperclassmen. He had become the ringleader and was always looking for new ways to embarrass the young chickens. The "games" were a traditional part of dorm life and part of the ritual of making the middle schoolers run errands and suffer minor punishment from the senior boys. But under Shawn, the games had become much more openly sexual.Dick sucking had replaced shoe shining and if an ass had to be spanked, Shawn made sure the boy's pants were pulled down to his ankles. Still, the younger boys offered no complaints, knowing that telling the masters would brand them a snitch or a sissy.
Jimmy saw Shawn as an authority figure and loved to be dominated by him when he visited alone in his room. Just last week Shawn had summoned Jimmy to his private room after dinner. Jimmy arrived right on time wearing only a pair of faded blue gym trunks. His limber body was taught with anticipation, his stubby cock tenting up the loose shorts. It had been four whole days since Shawn had used him and his nuts were bursting with pent-up anticipation, since he was forbidden to play with himself without Shawn's permission.
Silently closing the door behind him, Jimmy fell to his knees, and advanced, eyes to the floor, toward the figure in the chair. Shawn was sitting in an easy chair, legs spread, wearing only a raunchy smelling jock that tightly cupped his huge balls. His right hand played idly with a short paddle that had previously caused so much torment to the underclassmen. Jimmy's eyes moved slowly toward the paddle, a breach of conduct that surely would earn him a few strokes on his hard, smooth ass. He knew he would be punished, yet he craved it as well.
"You want me to whip your hot pansy ass don't you?"
"Yes, please paddle me good. I need my no good ass pussy to feel you punishing me. I promise you can do anything you want to me this time."
Holding on to the young boy's cock and balls, Shawn gave that cute hot butt a few solid swipes, raising red marks where the paddle struck. Jimmy twisted and squirmed under the agony-ecstasy of the cruel paddle. His ass stung with pain but his hard dick showed how much he loved the sensation of being dominated by the big jock. After about six hits, Shawn stopped the paddling and lay back.
"You like it, asshole?" he asked. "You like my big fat jock?" The boy nodded his head, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Shawn's cock.
"Get those fucking shorts off and crawl over here!" Jimmy's slender six-inch cock sprang to attention as he peeled off the silk soccer trunks. His groin was lightly sprayed with fine brown hair, but his balls were rosy bare. He crawled toward the big teenager just like an obedient little puppy, his stiff prick and balls swinging between his legs, his rounded little bubble butt swaying.
"That's a good little doggy," Shawn sneered. Now get your doggy nose up here and sniff my jock." He grabbed the boy by the hair and pulled his head up between his legs.
The boy did as he was told, pressing his face into the hot straining pouch, breathing deep of the hot studly smell of sweat mixed with a touch of stale piss. Jimmy was getting more and more turned on as he inhaled Shawn's masculine crotch scent, rubbing his pretty face all over the straining pouch, licking at the stretchy jock fabric, and making soft whimpering sounds.
Shawn grabbed the boy's head again and pushed him further down between his hairy legs till the boy's face was against his butt. "My asshole, dog. Lick my asshole," he growled.
Immediately Jimmy's fluttering tongue found the puckered funky smelling asshole and lashed it furiously. Shawn's body jerked in response. He pivoted over the boy to give him better access, then reached behind to push him deep between his muscular asscheeks. "Lick my ass good. Get your tongue up my asshole."
He relaxed his ass to let the boy's tongue get all the way inside. The boy stabbed the fluttering asshole with his pointed tongue again and again. Shawn crooned, abandoning himself to the incredible sensations Jimmy's slobbering mouth was giving him. The boy kept lashing his tongue against the rosy asspucker, stabbing his tongue inside over and over again. Jimmy felt so secure having his head trapped between those gorgeous muscular thighs.
Jimmy's rim job felt great, but Shawn wanted some more action. Reaching back for Shawn's butt, he slapped at him with the palm of his hand making a cracking sound that reverberated down the hall. Two, three, four more hard swipes to the boy's tender butt made him cry out with pain. "Yes, beat me. Make me do whatever you want. You're my master. Make me crawl," he cried.
Shawn tore off the jock strap and shoved the boy's face into the sweaty crotch. "Damn right, I'm going to make you crawl. From now on you're going to be my slave. You're going to suck my cock, eat out my ass, lick my feet, get fucked, or do whatever I damn well want."
The hot raunchy smell of Shawn's crotch drove Jimmy wild with lust. He licked feverishly up and down the rock hard prick, then tongued the loose hanging bull nuts. Frantically, he slobbered over his master's cock and balls. Jerking on the boy's sweaty brown hair, Shawn forced his aching prick into the slave boy's mouth. Jimmy could barely fit his lips around it, but he eagerly gulped on the red-hot cock, taking more and more of it into his soft, moist mouth. Shawn pumped his hips, ramming his prick to the hilt down the boy's throat, causing Jimmy to gag until his throat adjusted to the cock's massive width.
"That feels real good. Keep it up, bitch. Suck that cock, suck it."
In and out the hard prick flew. Face fucking the pretty slave boy, Shawn could feel the cum building up in his balls. The boy, meanwhile, could feel the huge dick becoming larger and harder inside his suctioning mouth. Jimmy reached up to play with the massive balls as he sucked for all he was worth, crushing his tender lips against the soft, curly cock hair. Pleasure was now surging from deep within Shawn's guts, his hips becoming a blur as he pumped up his fuck juice. Each slide of the boy's mouth on his boiling cock was a sweet sensation. His body was dripping with sweat, his beautiful muscles rigid.
As Shawn cried out, "I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" he crushed the boy's head to his crotch and shot blast after creamy blast of thick, hot cum into the boy's choking throat. Jimmy gagged and swallowed convulsively, but some of the rich spunk squirted out through his lips, splattering the stud boy's belly. Jimmy slumped to the floor and began cleaning the cum and sweat off his master's prick, licking up every stray drop of the hot, white cream. When he had finished, the boy looked submissively into his master's eyes awaiting the next command.
Shawn smiled crookedly, "You liked it didn't you, Jimmy?"
"Oh, yes, sir. I loved it, sir"
"What are you going to do for me when I call you into this room in the evenings?"
"Anything you want, sir. I'll suck your cock, eat out your ass, lick you all over, and spread my cheeks so you can fuck my ass..."
"You want this cock up your ass, Shawn interrupted, wagging his semi-hard prick.
"O yes, sir! I've never had a real cock up my ass before. I've tried my fingers up there and a thermometer once, but never the real thing."
Shawn laughed, "Well from now on all your ass is going to need is right here," and he lewdly pushed out his fuckstick.
Jimmy bent down to give his master's big cockrod another slobbery kiss. Shawn noticed the boy's cock was still standing at rigid attention against his belly. He sat up spreading his legs wide on the floor. He pulled the boy into the same position in front of him and told Jimmy to hook his thighs over his own. Jimmy shuddered at the contact with his muscular master's body. The older boy spit a gob of saliva onto his hand and smeared it all over the boy's jerking cockrod. Jimmy squirmed with pleasure. As Shawn fisted the boy's cock and with one hand he pulled the boy's face toward his. As their mouths met in a hot slobbery kiss, the older boy stabbed his tongue into Jimmy's, sucking on his soft tongue. Jimmy moaned softly and hunched his hips to meet his master's stroking hand. Shawn could feel the boy's thighs trembling. Suddenly, his body dissolved in a long moaning rush of pleasure. His spunk filled the older boy's hand and spilled over his fist in blast after blast of scalding cum.
Squeezing the last of Jimmy's cum from his spasming cock, Shawn wiped his hand on the boy's hair and face. "I want this shit on you, so don't wash it off," he ordered. "I want you to go to bed with your own juice all over your face. I want you to smell it as you go to sleep, and I want you to smell it as you wake up. I want you to remember how it got there and who made you shoot!"
The satisfied boy sighed contentedly, his head slumped against his master's shoulder. His tongue licked softly at the older boy's mounded pecs, then trailed into his pungent armpit. Jimmy washed the wiry hair with his spit, loving the funky taste of his master's sweaty, hairy underarms. When Shawn at last pulled him away by the hair, he dove for the other pit. Enjoying the tongue bath, Shawn allowed the boy to have his fill of sweat and stink, then pulled him away.
He dragged Jimmy over to the bed and ordered him to lick his fingers. "Now, stick your fingers up your ass one at a time," he instructed. Jimmy squatted between Shawn's legs and began fingering himself. The stud boy enjoyed the spectacle of his butt boy finger fucking his own ass, sticking one finger after another in his tight little asshole. The boy's eyes were closed, his lips pursed. He could hardly wait for the big, fat cock he knew he was going to get. Shawn ordered Jimmy onto the floor on all fours then went over to the laundry bag and pulled out two smelly, crummy jocks that were fermenting there. Jimmy was kneeling on the floor, head and shoulders pressed down, his slender legs spread wide, fingers flying in and out of his asshole.
"That's what I like to see," Shawn encouraged, "my little girl getting her ass pussy ready for her man."
The hunky teen master bent down and stuck two fingers between Jimmy's lips to pry his mouth open. He slipped one of the dirty jock straps in his mouth and slipped another around his head, jamming the thin ass straps between the boys teeth like a bit. Finally, he reached over for the jock he had just been wearing and pulled it over Jimmy's head, the pouch fitting tightly over the boy's mouth and nose like a mask. The slave boy loved it.
It was time to break in Jimmy's hot little asshole. Shawn pulled a huge jar of Vaseline from under the bed and put a huge gob on his fingers then transferred the greasy mess to the boy's ass. He knelt behind the boy and roughly thrust two fingers into the boy's asshole. The slave boy gasped with surprise, but was soon pushing back onto the invading fingers, pushing them deeper into his hot tight butt. Shawn reached into the Vaseline jar again and gooked his monster prick, giving it a few quick strokes to get it totally hard again. Then he placed the cockhead against the boy's asslips and shoved it in.
Jimmy's head reared and his body stiffened. A muffled groan of pain escaped from the jockstrap gag. "Shut up, cunt," Shawn spat. "You're gonna take my big cock up your ass and I'm going to give you the kind of fucking you're going to beg for from now on. So shut up and take it. Get fucked, bitch!"
The domineering young stud rammed his cock all the way into his pussy boy's helpless asshole. The boy's ass was incredibly tight and smooth. Shawn drew back then plunged his cock in again to the hilt. It felt great to Jimmy to be so completely controlled and punished by a big, beautiful muscular stud. The thick, excruciating cock ravaging his ass made him feel complete in a way he had craved for so long.
The boy thrust back his ass, wanting to impale himself completely on the big beer can cock, welcoming the pain, wanting to be stuffed, penetrated and possessed by his domineering teen master. Shawn gave him what he wanted, stabbing his cock to the hilt into the trembling boy's ass. For the boy the terrible pain slowly began to turn into a warm, sliding ecstasy as the fat cockrod massaged his prostate. Shawn's cock would slide out to the head and then would come that sweet, terrible plunge all the way in until the boy could feel his master's huge hairy balls slapping against his asscheeks.
Again and again the stud boy's raping cock expertly fucked his pretty young victim. Shawn could feel the cum churning up from his balls, boiling up in the hot sweetness of orgasm. He squeezed his butt boy tighter around the waist, jerking rapidly on the slender cock. His hips were a blur, pumping in and out of the clenching asshole. His teeth found the boy's soft neck and he bit deep. The slave boy moaned and trembled, maddened by the pleasure pain.
The violent slamming of Shawn's cock into his ass felt so good and he felt his cum getting ready to shoot. Shawn's fist was getting him there fast. The dominating boy shook with the rush of his mounting pleasure -- his fucking became irregular, than slower and slower, each thrust more excruciatingly hot than the last. His slave boy's smooth body bucked and squirmed.
They came together, Shawn shooting deep into Jimmy's spasming asshole as the young boy's cream shot through his master's fingers. The two boys slumped exhausted to the floor, a tangle of heaving sweaty bodies. Eventually, Shawn dragged himself to the bed while his slave boy knelt beside him. Jimmy put his hands to his face and looked at his master for permission to remove the jockstrap restraints.
"OK," Shawn muttered.
Freeing himself, Jimmy began licking his master's body, washing the cum and sweat off the gleaming muscles. "Did you like that punk?" Shawn asked gently.
"Yes, sir, that was the best I've ever felt."
"How would you like to spend the night with my dick up your ass?"
Jimmy just rolled his eyes and smiled at the hunky god kneeling next to him. "Do you think we could?"
"You just keep being a good little boy for me and I'll see what we can do. Now get your shorts back on and don't make a lot of noise as you leave. And, oh yes. One more thing." And he reached over and tousled his butt boy's short hair and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I really liked this action too."