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Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn! Chapter 15.
Fum, las' time:
"Men....I will arrange each of your first fucks by tomorrow! Now....if you think you can find your own first bitch, g'head and do it, and happy fuckin'! Otherwise, I'll arrange it with cunt from my class at school. Mannn! Some'a these bitches fuck like mink, man....and they can't get'nuf of it!
"So whut's'it gonna be, dudes....Travis? Sky? you want me to setchu up?"
The suddenly shy boys looked at each other and then as Skylar pulled up a sock while balancing on one foot, he said, "Y-Yeh...Jeremy...would you set mine up for me....? I jus' don't...." and he trailed off.
Travis just nodded 'Yes' to Jer that he wanted to be fixed up, too. Jeremy knew he was going to take care of Rusty with Cheryl that very next night where she was babysitting.
He had told the kids the best set up was babysitting cunt. Somehow the bitches were always more pliable on neutral turf in a big empty house.
The suddenly very sheepish backward boys were like it was the first time they walked into Jeremy's house as they went out the door.
Their fears were all back....cocks wilted and feeling less than the handsome teen jockboys they were.
"You gonna LOVE it, dudes!" Jer called out as they got into Travis' car for him to drop the others off. Jeremy filled the doorway with his nakedness as he sent them off.
As they pulled away from the curb, there was nothing but the sound of the car engine for long pregnant moments.
Then Travis pulled to the curb, and shouted to the others, "Hey dudes....we did somethin' we never did tuhday....and we all liked it....and we like...yuh know....we got to 'know'...to feel...yuh know, and 'touch' and mannnnnnnn....we wuz inside, on top and all 'round each'n other for two hours up there just now.....and we fuckin' LOVED IT!!!!"
The others stared at Travis like he was a fucking martian, and then burst out yelling and whooping it up and hand-slapping all around!
They hung on those last words of Travis': "...and we fuckin' LOVED IT!"
As Travis pulled back into traffic, the boys were all quiet again for a second with the renewed knowledge that they had ALL had each other....had sex with other boys...dudes....and loved doing it for every fucking minute from ass-eating to buttfucking to cock swallowing and cum swilling! They'd loved it......ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
Nobuddy was talking but....yuh think maybe, ONE of them was wondering....just maybe....if....when....could there be the 'nother time????????????
Skylar was in the middle of the front seat and all of the kids starting fun jabbing and lurching this way and that at each other while they rode, enjoying their great new friendships, not to mention the feel of each of their bodies rubbing against each other....and getting all well, horned up..................again???
Travis had been taking quick glances past Skylar at Rusty. Skylar fun-groped at Travis and burst out, "Yu horny fucker...yu hard again!!!"
Travis grabbed at Sky's neck and pulled his face onto his fly! Rusty was squirming in his seat trying to rearrange things in his pants!
Ohhhhh! Mannnnn! Travis felt Skylar relax and heat start to build in his crotch. Sky was licking his fly and opened his hot mouth over it!
Travis motioned for Rusty to lean closer and whispered in his ear. Rusty pulled back and looked, smiled sheepy-like at Travis and then nodded. They quietly touched hands over Skylar's back. Rusty felt the heat of their touch go right through him and he seemed to be suspended there for a sec and quivered, maybe.
Wonder if Skylar felt Travis go rock hard when Rusty nodded 'Yes'?
Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn! Chapter 15.
It wasn't immediately obvious what Travis had set up with Rusty behind Skylar's back. For the moment at least, the three dudes rode at a speed Travis could safely maintain while the heat of Sky's mouth engulfed the front of his pants.
Then came the hand-off....Travis gently lifted Skylar's chin and lips off his fly and guided his face across to Rusty who accepted the teen boy into his lap. Rusty's dick had reswelled in anticipation and Skylar had no trouble finding it as his open mouth clamped over the jeans-clad rod and coursed what seemed to be the whole of Rusty's pubic area.
"Ewellll-ummmmph!" mooed Rusty as his head went back against the seat riser and he shivered up and down his spine.
He felt the courseness of the zipper against his meaty boy-piece as Skylay opened the young virgin dude's pants and wolfed Rusty's cockhead right through his boxers. Russ' hands gripped onto Sky's head as if for dear life as he rutted up into the kid's face again and again and faster and faster annnnnnnnnnd.....ohhhh hhhhhhhh.....it was fabulous....Rusty crazed at the feel of his toy cock-knob disappearing through Skylar's throat hole and the feel of the wrenching kid squirming....his whole body wretching to squelch the gag, to eat a buddy cock whole, and to breath at the same time while his subconscious keep making him want to pull off that prick and save himself!
Travis got this shit-eater of a grin on him when he saw Rusty's eyes clench shut and Sky's face burrow down into the kid's pubes. He knew Sky had swallowed Rusty and he also knew he was gonna have him a fun down Skylar's throat in due time.
There seemed to all of a sudden develop a haze in Travis' mind. It was only the formulation of....he couldn't put a name to it, or an image....but he felt a sort of change come over him.
He wasn't even watching his two new friends enjoying the new life the internet and Jeremy had wrought for them. His hand absently roamed over the twisted and bent over torso of Skylar who was sending sparks through Rusty's brain just then as the handsome kid was about to blow wad up Skylar's pretty face.
"Errrmm! Uphhh! Nnnnn.....Cum...Uhhh....Ohhhh.....Gonna....Take it.....Unnghhhhhhhhhh!!"
Rusty butt-humped again and again as he fired cockshot over Skylar's tongue muscle and drenched the back of the cocksucking teen's mouth!
Travis was smiling....Rusty was reeling.....Skylar was gulping boywad and gwululpping and gawulking Rusty's dickslop as fast as the pretty boy dude shot it into his head.
Travis was off the road into a turn-around area before either of the others realized he was doing so, and with the motor still running, Travis pulled Skylar's head back to his lap now and the lip-licking teen was face-planted right into Trav's pubes where Travis' dick was fed up into Sky's cum-coated mouth.
It was true....Sky could still taste and was even still tongue swarshing his inner cheeks of Rusty's flavor when Travis drove in to the deeps of his mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhhgodddddddddddd....it's ommos' like I ferget what it was like, man....and we wuz jus' doin' it b'fore! Dayammmmm! This is s-o-o-o-o-o g-o-o-o-o-o-o-d. Good suck! Good suck, boy! Gimme face....ohhhhmannnn....GIVE ME FACE!!!!"
Travis rut-rammed him some mean teen mouth and his butt rose up out of the driver's seat as he drove his cock through Skylar's throat! "
"Upwukkk! Gwullulpp! Awlkkkk!" was all they heard from the Skylar who had death grips on the right thigh and left knee of his boy face-fucker!
Sky snorted and gasped and when finally Travis eased his teen truncheon from the kid's throat he gagged and hacked and coughed and you could see the pain in his face as he tried to look up to see his tormentor....his throat banger.....his FRIEND?
Sky was getting bad vibes about all this. 'You don't get face-ganged by two buds for sport...do yuh?' was what was running through the young guy's head. Could they really be friends if they'd treat him like this?
Travis gushed his load over his cocksucker's tongue and watched as the slop just oozed through the sucking lips into the crease between his balls and thighs under Sky's chin.
They sat there, catching their breath, while Travis fingered his teen spooge up into Sky's mouth. When most of the curdle of dick jelly and spittie-slop were back where they were originally drooled-from, Travis pulled Skylar's face down into the dregs between his balls and legs to lap up the residue. "Get it all dick-licker! I don't want my boxers sticking to me when I dump yer sorry ass home, hear?!" Travis seemed to growl.
Skylar shivered up and down his spine just from the meanness of Travis' tone. He was sure feeling like the odd guy out in this threesome, and hoped that maybe this would be the end of it.
There was no towel or rag to wipe Sky's face of the remains of the two boys' cumshots, and he ended up having to lick his lips clean, wiping the mess around his mouth and cheeks with his hand and forearm.....all the time looking from friend? to friend?.....from Rusty to Travis and back to Rusty for at least a smile that made him feel like he 'belonged'.
Travis had the car in gear again and was soon pulling over at Skylar's house. "Check online tonight, shithead. Let's be working up some plans fer yur f uture," Travis directed.
That even caught Rusty by surprise....that Travis was really giving orders to Skylar....and it sure looked like this little face-gangin' would not be the last.
Rusty got out to let the disheveled prettyboi dude out at his house. He gave them a wave and a weak smile before turning toward the walk and trying to get his clothes in some semblance of order before entering the house.
As the car pulled away, Skylar looked back with just the corner of his eye as the question marks swirled in his head and kept growing in size and number. Could this weak attempt at getting a chance at some pussy end in some whole 'nuther place?????
Rusty stretched out with his long legs deep into the footwell under the dash as they came away from Skylar's.
"Whut say yuh stay over my place, Rusty? My folks are great they put on a good feed and we can fun and I'll drop you at school in the morning."
Rusty actually said, "Yeh! That'd be great!" But then remembered his concern for what Travis really intended for their friendship....given what he just had joined in against Skylar. Also, he got a cold sweat flash when he thought of Trav giving Skylar orders for the night....and his "future".
"Yuh know, maybe...." Rusty started to change his mind, just as Travis gunned it in the direction of his own place.
"Yu'll get kicks fum my folks, promise. You can call yur folks now and let'em know so's nobuddy be worrying 'bout d'ere baby boy, eh!? G'head. Call....or tex'em."
Travis kept talking a blue streak. "Tuhnight we'll be gettin' the word on our first fuck, dude! How 'bout dat!??" Travis yelled and held his hand up to Rusty to get a slap.
Rusty obliged and soon was a whole lot more relaxed about the surprise stayover at Trav's place.
Introvert that he was, he really liked the chance to spend some time away from home with other guys. Even though he was well-liked in school, he still always felt on the outside looking in. Of course the events that transpired after that first time in the locker room with Jer became a horse....or cock....of a different color. He never knew whether he was being 'manned' by Jeremy so's he could handle himself on his first fuck, or whether he was Jeremy's fucking cocksucker! He didn't even think that word when describing himself. He couldn't bear the thought of being somebody's slave. That Jer had introduced Rusty to the enactment of so many natural fantasies a young dude has, consciously or subconsciously, had always masked what was happening when he came under Jeremy's 'spell(?)'.
He forgot about all that for the moment and started to really look forward to spending a fun night with Travis.
Trav proved to be very funny and creative at the dinner table describing their becoming friends to his folks. He spoke openly that they'd met a dude via the 'net whole could tutor them on stuff they were all confused with at school, and that there was one other guy. "And yeh, Mom, it's cool...we get to know dudes fum 'nuthah towns and schools an' all," Travis rambled on.
His parents were all but in disbelief that a boy in school would actually look for help with schoolwork online. In a weird way he was endearing himself even more with his folks in front of his fellow student, Rusty, who the parents took an immediate liking to.
Rusty's athletic build, and boy-like looks and charm, denied his 6' + frame. He made Trav's mom want to cuddle him.
Travis was a good-looking boy in his own right. Shorter than Rusty....and about the same slimmy-boy slender build.
At any rate, a good meal was had by all, and Trav's mom, as she cleared the table, promised that she'd be up extra early with breakfast so the boys could get Rusty back to his own school. "Have fun tonight, boys. Our house is at your disposal, Russell...err...Rusty. Feel free using anything.....and Travis, make sure you make Rusty comfortable....it's always hard to get accustomed to another person's home."
"Right, Mom," Travis said, and with a backhand to Rusty's shoulder the kids headed outside and ended up throwing a football....then a Frisbee around the yard.
Soon enough twilight fell to the last dim light of early evening and the two boys sat behind a huge tree at the back of the yard.
"Yuh know, Rust....I been think....well...wondrin' really....whut yu been doing fer so long with Jeremy...yuh know?" Travis began.
"Whadda ya mean, 'fer so long?'" Rusty responded with a question.
"Well...it's...I dunno how tuh say this....but, how long duh yuh figger it takes to show a kid where to stick his dick when he get's laid?"
To this, Rusty just stared back right into Travis' face. He could see the handsome kid's features perfectly in spite of the gathering darkness.
"It's getting late, boys," they heard Trav's mom call out from the back door.
Travis jumped up and ran back to the house and Rusty heard their voices...Trav's and his mom's, and then in no time Travis was flopping back down next to Rusty.
Travis got right back on track and said, "Look man....ahmena tell yuh it straight....y'or the dude's cockslave! I mean, dude....does he ever suck YOU??! Do you ever prac'iss fuckin' HIM??! Stop me man, if I say something that's not true." Rusty's skin crawled and he felt the discomfort of clammy cold sweat popping through his every pore....that dread-sweat always made Rusty itch like mad.....annnnnnd...he had no reason to stop Travis who he knew was dead-on.
"Jer told us new guys that he was working with a dude that wasn't coming along as fast as we were....we: meaning me, Sky and Scott....and then he told us we all covered the same 'stuff' about sex and cunt an' all in prac'ally one session. How long have you been 'mannin' with Jeremy? Two months???? Are you gettin' this? Are you seein' whut's happ'nin'???" Travis pressed on.
Rusty KNEW! He really KNEW! He would never...COULD NEVER admit to himself what he'd become in this strange relationship with Jeremy, who, despite his misgivings, he really liked a lot.
It might have even been that without having a real best friend over the years, regardless what the cost, having Jeremy close was becoming worth it for Rusty.
"I needa know man.....yuh can't be doing all this crawlin' fer Jeremy....unless....yuh know....like....you really like it...or maybe, THINK you like it! I mean, like, you WANT IT!" Travis was direct now.
Rusty no longer looked into Travis' face, but down between his legs as he twirled blades of grass between his sweaty fingers and broke an occasional one off bringing it to his lips and chewing. His teeth were gritting. Sweat was budding on his upper lip. Rusty knew much of his base feelings, but truly hadn't wanted to delve into what his subordination to Jeremy meant. He didn't think it was so much about liking....or even wanting what was happening to him with Jer....but he WAS needy for friendship...closeness...buddy bonds. He couldn't put that into thought or word, but was starting to feel like his head was going to explode trying to wrestle with this so very direct assault on his thinks and emotions by Travis.
"Look man....yur a great guy....a good kid, dude. I like yu a lot...a whole lot....and we're gonna have a real fun if Jer sets us up with the same bitch one time, or we get to double date and even maybe swap cunt between us. Shit man....we been in, around under and through each other, and even tasted each'n other's cum, skins and spit, so there'll be nuthin' we haven't seen...or done....before, right?!" Travis continued.
A smile came over Rusty's face now because he knew Travis was right...about everything. He still didn't look at him. He felt his smile covering his whole being. "I-I uh- I-umm...ahm not ummmm...you know like.....q-q-que-eeeer...yuh know. I just ain't no fag, like."
"I know that....and neither am I....I feel like we 'splorin' yuh know?....and the ore we gonna mine in the end....is PUSSSSEEEEEEE!!!!!" and they both bust out laughing so raucously that Trav's mom looked out toward the blackness of the yard and smiled at the likes of kids.
They fun-slapped and backhanded each other about their bodies and heads, at one point rolling over in the grass with tears from funnin' filling their eyes.
Once they re-righted themselves against the tree trunk and heaved breaths from the exhaustion of horseplay and tension release, Trav's arm came 'round Rusty's shoulder and they sort of melded together there in the damp of the night a long....seemingly endless time. As it was, they had been talking....and drifting in and out of deep, quiet thought for hours.
Travis broke the ice again, saying, "We've done it all already Rusty....with each other....and with the other guys. And we still virgins. I think it would be cool if we could just....or if you would let me make it all good just for you....for us....alone....with no funny stuff and lies about 'manning'. What I...whut WE do is for us and what WE want for now and for us and for tuhnight. Yeah? Do yuh....do yuh wanna....? Whutta yuh say? And it'll be a share...me and you...and you and me."
Travis squeezed Rusty's shoulder tight to his own and Rusty nudged his head and face into Travis' neck. "Yuh know...it really will a be a share, like....not all the one-sided shit Jer makes yuh do for him. 'Cause, yu know, he get's all the favors....you think yu gettin' sumpin' 'cuz he's 'mannin' you fer cunt. 'At's BS man...he's fuckin' yuh....and I mean up yur ass AND yer head. Help me fix that....with you and me....starting right now...here....tuhnite."
Trav got up and there was some rustling on the grass behind the big tree, and then here was Trav laying out blankets and sleeping bags he had apparently gotten when he went back up to the house to talk with his mother. Rusty's arms closed around his bent up knees as he watched Trav build their bedclothes in the grass for the night. He really loved the idea of a sleep out for a sleepover.
On his knees on top of the now double-zipped sleeping bags, Travis reached out to Rusty who took his hand and joined him. Sneaks off, they threw them into the bag to keep out of the damp overnight.
Travis pulled Rusty to the opening flap and they slid into the bag one behind the other.
They lay quiet for some long moments before Travis put an arm across Rusty's chest and turned the pretty kid's face to him in the dark of the bag and the night and whispered, "Just you....just us....for me...for you."
Rusty was feeling shy just then and it didn't get better when he felt Travis undressing him.
Travis totally shocked Rusty when he dove into the foot of the sleeping bag and removed his quarter socks with his teeth, licking as he went wherever he felt boyflesh.
Rusty knew it was right and that it was true....that if he really didn't WANT it....he really liked it....whether it was Jeremy....or Travis or Skylar...or or.....
It was then that Rusty made the move to strip off Travis' socks. He licked the bare flesh he found in kind. He was giggling with the tickly feel of Trav's tongue deep in the foot of the bag, and heard Travis giggling too, for what he was doing to him.
While inside the bag, Trav slipped down Rusty's pants and boxers and became consumed in the aroma of boy and the spent cum from all the episodes at Jeremy's and then in the car with Skylar earlier in the day. Of course, blowjob or no, a young dude always has the scent of spent cum from his precum ooze every time he get's horny-hard.
Travis was hard anyway, but boy'roma is an unmistakable scent of sex no guy can resist. It might be the one thing in sex that girls and guys truly share. When girls get a whiff of boy, they all but start oozing their own selfs.
Travis and Rusty stripped Travis now as Trav righted himself in the sleeping bag and had his new best buddy naked.
Rusty was over top of Trav's chest as he wrested the kid's tee shirt from his torso, and it was then that Travis exhibited his control. His both hands cupped behind Rusty's neck and he pulled the young hot-on-fire dude to his chest and with the slightest of coaxing, Rusty lashed his tongue across his new best friend's chest and ate at smoothe boy nakeds like there was no tomorrow.
Smoothe nakeds....his to taste....to swirl....to feel....to know like a boy wants to know the nakeds of another.
In the few get-togethers with Jeremy, these kids had learned the art of deeping some throat and it wasn't long before there was sputttering, gwalking and choke-hack gagging as the kids slipped easily into a sixty-nine and swallowed each other. Travis choked when he tried to moan, 'Ohhhgoddddd!' with a throat full of teen cock himself.
Rusty wasn't clear he'd ever had THAT particular favor returned from Skylar or Travis at their session. For sure, Jeremy never did ANYthing in return.....fucker was just a user he'd guess if he actually thought about it.
The two young, handsome dudes, rolled over and back on and under each other through the night. The tastes and smells....they were intoxicating....and were intensified in the close and smothering heat of the bobbing, rippling folds of the sleeping bag where they were first enjoying being alone with just themselves.
The heat....the mutual boy rut....the moans of intense passion foretelling their oncoming surges of cum...."UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" were the only sounds coming from inside the now motionless sleeping bag.
The boys' heads seemed ooze back up to the opening of the bag as they seemed to close in on sleep for the night in the satisfaction of a need they never knew they would ever have.
Travis' cum-sticky lips made their way to Rusty's where the other boy shivered. Rusty remembered worrying when he thought Jeremy was going to kiss him that time, and was almost relieved when Jer let go with a stream of spit he'd wadded up over the end of his tongue and let slide in a silver string of glop that droozed right onto Rusty's tongue and slipped down his throat while Jeremy hovered over him with a big, shit eating smile, while working up another gob for Rusty.
This time Rusty broke out in chicken skin and felt his tongue being sucked out of his mouth and into Travis'.
They seemed to float there and then Travis broke the clinch with a full tongue lick of Rusty's now extended tongue....once....again....and again. Rusty shivered. He did not question what was happening....unconsciously or not. Travis had said....'It was a share...' didn't he?
In the slight damp of the late night, Trav pulled the flap wide open and lifted his friend's legs above his shoulders, raised Rusty's tail and burrowed into the boyteen's buttsleave with Rusty's spit-taste still on his tongue as he laced the kid's slot with the coarseness of that fine toyhole taster!
Hot! HOT.....dayammmmmmmm it was s-o-o-o-o-o-o fuckin' HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!
"Oh god! Oh god! Ohhhhh....Trr-Trav-Travis....whutteryudoingggggggggggggggggggg!!??? OHMIGODDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFFFF!!" he was mouth-smuffed by Travis.
With the musk-scented damp of teentail on his tongue, Travis had wolfed out and over top of Rusty to quiet the young dude with a full, stifling mouth-clamp.
With their lips consumed, Travis still tried to calm Rusty with a murfled "Shhhhhhhhh" between his teeth, as a finger slipped up through the spit-soppy heat of Rusty's toolbox.
"Errrummppphhhhh....uhhmmmmmm!" cooed Rusty as he squirmed with the newly sated yet tormented nerve endings.
A second....and now a third finger worked in with the first inside Rusty's hot and needy boyhole which was now rut-humping back ever so imperceptibly onto Travis' digits while his breaths shortened and his long, slim teen body rippled and heaved, squealing....whining a guttural screel from deep in his muffled throat...."Yeeeeeeeeeeee-unnnnhhhh!!!! Oh! Oh! Nnghhhhh! Ye-ya-yahhhhh!"
Travis....he of the virginal history himself, masterfully eased his quivering, and sex-fevered body between his new friend's legs which soon locked ankles behind Trav's head. He laid his slender form to Rusty's naked skins and now re-covered the squealing boy's mouth with his own as his rock-hard and pulsing, purple knobbed prickhead sought and gained entry, guided expertly by the fingers which eased themselves from Rusty's pleasure trove.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Travis was consumed by his new bud's fiery, moist, suctioning, velvet hole!
After running his tongue back and forth across Rusty's, he eased up onto one hand and slipped the teenbutt-slicked fingers over Rusty's tongue. Slowly, Rusty's mind absorbed what what he was tasting....and after at first pulling away....he stayed on those relentless tongue rubbing, mouth deeping fingers until he literally woofed on them and started to facefuck over them while his handsome, pretty faced form was bobbing and rippling in the teen joyfuck Travis was treating what was now the core of Rusty's body and soul.............
Tears of joy built with beads of sweat in and around Rusty's eyes as he swooned to the friend-fuck....the new friend who was treating him to the first s haring of their very boyness....to feel the passion boys share with no holds on one another, and no meaning other than to share with each other the things things with which boys can bring joy to one another......right? right??????????
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