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. Wanna help me out? C'monnnnn. Chapter 2.
His mind was a whirl. He'd get pictures! He needed to have a proof...just for himself...to see it was really true. He'd downed a classmate...a bud....a....new cocksucker! He'd have Rusty come home with him....dad's polaroid! The video camera! The WEBCAMMMMMM! "Oh man oh man!" he squealed to the ceiling and around the echoing walls as he hump-rutted into his mate's face...again and again and again and and and and "Ohgoddd! Oh! Oh Uhhhh! Nnnghffff!" he nutted his load up into Rusty's sucking face.
He humped. He pumped. He fucked that face with reckless abandon. He wouldn't let Rusty up! The poor fucker was pinned to cock....spurting, shooting COCKKKKKK!
With his face pressed into Jeremy's pubes and thighs, he couldn't open his mouth to expel the spooge that filled and kept filling up his mouth.....and, ohhhhhhh, his throat. It was pressing into his throat....Ucccchhhhh! he SWALLOWED! He ate fuck spoo! Teen cock jam! He was crying. Fucked up as he was. He knew! He knew what he did! He knew he swallowed boyfuck! He knew....he was a COCKSUCKER!!!
"Uhwulphkk!!!" Oh mannnnn! When he swallowed with the pressure of Jeremy's hands on the back of his head and the humping cock driving up his face....he took the cockhead in his throat! Jeremy was crazed. He drove harder....deeper...he wanted it all in the fucker's throat....now! Goddddd......he hadda have it. Hadda have throat! Annnnnnnnd.... he fuckin' did!!!!!
Rusty couldn't breathe! He wretched and tried to free from Jeremy's hold, but there was nowhere to go. His knees bent his legs up behind him and under the bench....kicking up into the bench or just at the air. He was pasted to Jer's thighs, pubes, dickhead, prick root, and his throat! He had tasted the sharply tart cum. He knew what he'd done. There was no changing that....ever....ever....NEVER!!!! Now...ohmigod....now...he couldn't taste anything. His tongue and mouth were swamped with throat pulsing prick!
Jeremy hugged his hands around Rusty's butt cheeks. His lips caressed the kid's sweaty naked back. He relished the tight grip of the dude's throat on his throbbing oozing prick.
After what seemed for ever as Rusty seemed to drift in and out of consciousness, Jer lifted...pulled....the gulping, glucking red-flushed face off his dick and against his cheek and shoulder. "I'll never forget this, buddy. You helped me out dude. Just think'a all the funs we gonna have fum here out! Just think! It'll be great. I promise....it'll be great! Aftuh, we go to my place....we can have you try it on again, my man....my dude....my cocksucker!!!!"
Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn! Chapter 2.
Jeremy's insides were bouncing all around. His gleaming eyes shone bright in his fevered joy. He'd fucked buddy face! He'd fucked....and shot his wad....in buddy face! He throated his fuckin' friend! Oh godogodogod! He hadda share...had to share!!!!
Then, as if he just turned a page in a book he tried to stand. Kids can do that. With the tremors still of aftercum, and the thrill of his conquest, his good leg was rubbery as he tried to stand with a hand to Rusty's shivering bare shoulder. "C'mon man. Let's get me into the shower to 'cold-up' this cramp."
Rusty had drying tear streams down his cheek. He had his hand squeezing and kneading his neck as if to try to assuage the cock-stretching his throat just took. He looked up with a pained, sad and strained expression....sort of turning his face up sideways, while still bowed down.
"Rusty...Rusty, dude. I needju! C'monnnn!" Jeremy reprised a part of the plea from just before Rusty's whole life changed.
With a hand under Rusty's left arm he pulled the shaky kid to his sneaker feet and then threw his right arm around him to use the kid's body as a crutch.
Recovering much more quickly than seemed likely, Rusty snuffled up a runny nose and his cum spitty lips, wiping with his forearm, and meekly said, "'Kay...let's see how we do this," as the two of them hobbled out into the aisle and then down into the shower.
Bending and leaning he released the hobbled Jeremy to the bench he'd positioned near the shower head earlier. He kneeled and pulled Jer's right leg gently to top of the bench so the upper calf rested at the end of the bench, extending out toward where the spray would hit it. He still couldn't get over his closeness to, and touching of a naked kid...for the first time. His head was spinning. His insides were a total shambles.
Neither boy spoke as Rusty shakily went to the faucets and turned the cold one on full. As the spray hit perfectly right to the mid calf, Rusty smiled to himself at his bench placement. The frigid water soon had Jeremy a shivering mass of chicken skin. Rusty just stepped off to the side with still his shorts and sneakers on. He had expected to be going right back out to gym class after he helped Jeremy. But now, he was 155 pounds of total confusion.
He stammered, "W-w-well-llll...ahl-uhm get back to class, a'kay?....and check back on yuh when we come back in."
"No mannnn! C'monnnn. I needja here Rust. Don't leave me like this. I kin barely walk, and it'll be numbed when I get out fum under this fuckin' ice water.
I'll need help fer my shower and you...you're gonna shower, too. You should stay. C'monnn. Coach won't care. Shit...he sent you in here with me." Jeremy sure could chatter up a storm when he was in persuadin' mode. You could just imagine what he must be like coaxing a virgin cunt to shed her panties....and her hymen!!! The kid was a master!
Rusty nodded, and settled in to stand around and wait on Jeremy's needs.
Jer's cock had shriveled to a peanut with the cold spray turning him into an icicle. His balls were trying to hide his sperm up inside him, too. His nutsack had all but disappeared.
"Hey...why don'tcha shed yer gear and get yur own shower now, and then you can help me get mine, aftuh," Jeremy suggested.
Rusty thought for a second, no longer trusting Jeremy all that much, yet nodding finally as he pushed his shorts and jock down his thighs together.
Jeremy got his first dead on look at his friend's pecker. He had really expected to see Rusty on the rail, but the kid hung soft along his right leg. The knob was a bit discolored and bloated though, from it's having been hard a few moments ago. Jeremy smiled in self-satisfaction. Using himself as a measure, Jeremy figured Rusty was about his same cock size, about 7".
There was just a little blubber of fat on Rusty's ass globes, but they made a bubble butt anyways. Rusty toed off his sneaks and pulled off the socks.
There's something you have to love about boys who have just stripped and their dick is hanging out for the world to see. They instinctively, palm and cover it, grip and pull it to give it more length after it's having been bunched up between their thighs. EVERY boy wants more size, no matter how the fuck well he's hung. It's another rite of passage in the lives and loves of the naked boy.
Jeremy made no bones about staring Rusty's nakedness up and down with a smirk and openmouthed smile followed by a wink of his eye, literally shaming Rusty one more time into turning away and heading bashfully, to a shower head.
'Ssspprrrassssssshhhhhhhhh!' the spray shot out and Rusty reached underneath to adjust it for his shower. He stepped under and warmed his hair and body with the initial wet down. He turned through the spray time and again and turned his face up to suck the warm water into his mouth and then flung his head side to side like every boy does, before grabbing the liquid soap from the holder and soon was a white, swirly finger-painted mass of lather, standing away from the spray
As he stepped back in under the spray to rinse off, and just when his both hands were around his soaped balls and cock, Jeremy called out, "Pull it man! Let's see you go for yur nut."
Rusty just stood there as if paralyzed. His lips started to mouth something to say, maybe to protest, but nothing came out. The water cascaded over him. His hands were frozen to his balls and dick.
In his sheer torment, he heard Jeremy prod once more. "C'monnnn, dude....you gotcher whole world in yur hands, let's see how good you treat yourself when you all alone in your snuggy bed back home....like you gonna tonight....when yur all alone and thinking whut a great time we had in the locker room today. C'monnnnn, Rust-boi....c'monnnnn!" Jeremy was relentless. His trembly voice from the ice down he was getting on his leg had a sexy quality of added seduction to it.
Jeremy started tugging on his own shriveled peashooter as he stared right into Rusty's eyes. The water made Rusty blink as he robotically returned the mesmerizing stare. His hand started to pull almost imperceptibly matching Jeremy's owning tugging hand.
"Oh man oh man! Go boy go!" Jeremy was rooting his new suck buddy on, bouncing up and down on the bench. Absently, as the tingly twitch of horny teen need took over Rusty's being he broke into that bowlegged knee bent ball grabbing jack off that any kid would be proud of the minute he stripped in front of the mirror in his bedroom after school.
"Go Go Go Go Go!" Jeremy was banging on the bench between his legs now as he rooted Rusty's first-ever public nut-busting wackoff to climax, and ................
"Errrrnnnghhhhch! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ahhhayeh! Ayeah! Oh! Oh! Unnnnnnnnnnnnghhh!" Rusty groaned from deep down inside him over the rush of the spray and three super ropes of teen cream shot straight ahead and out into the swirling water on the tile floor.
As Rusty buckled into his afternut, Jeremy seemed to be entranced as he watched the streams of boy goo swirl 'round and 'round til they disappeared into the drain. There's another boy thing....all males in fact....they love to watch and with enormous respect.... their bud pump a load out....the look on the watching dude's face is always the same....an 'almost' smile....sometimes a locking eye to the whacker, but always joyously respectful....
Rusty had fallen back against the tile wall and was still squeezing and pulling on his s-o-o super sensitive peckerhead making tiny 'Gllkk'ing sounds to himself.
Jeremy broke from his own stupor, and smiled up at Rusty's clenched eyelids, and then brought Rusty out of it when he called out, "Whutta waste....fuckin' waste, man! All'at sperms, man. Down the fuckin' drain. You should eat that here on, yuh know? You can't be wastin' yur spooge like'at. I mean shit man....you never gonna waste any 'a mine no more....you shouldn't be wasting yur own!"
Oh boy! That hit home. It was just like the moments they spent just a short few minutes ago in the locker room again. It was getting clearer and clearer to the flummoxed young dude. What happened in there was no mirage....no bad dream....well, yeh, I guess it it was....a nightmare!
He turned to the wall in his aftercum shame and turned off the spray. The wet of the shower dripping from his hair down his face masked the tears welling in his eyes. 'What had he done! God...he jerked off in front of a fuckin' school friend....who he'd hardly even known personally....who he fucking just blowed....and swallowed!!!
"Omigod! Omigod!! he whined into the din of the one shower still running....he pounded his fists into the wall and shook his head in dismay...despair! He was fucking ruined! Ruined!
"Here, man. Come get me and turn off the ice works, and let's get my shower now," called Jeremy....once again bringing Rusty back to the real.
Rusty held out a smidgen of hope that Jeremy was going to give him a pass and not let this destroy the rest of his school time. After he'd sucked Jerry off, the kid had really been cool. Rusty'd crutched him into the shower and Jeremy only did the jack off coaxing that he could have just said 'No' to, right? So it really was he himself that did the public beat off. He could have just said, 'No'....couldn't he?????
He was feeling better with this new thinking, and turned to help Jeremy up and walk him under a hot shower. He actually felt pretty good now. The shower had been refreshing and he was all bushy-tailed and all with a spring to his barefoot step, as he gave his shoulder to Jeremy once more and they moved up to the shower head that they'd 'iced' his leg with earlier. They both moved aside till the water equalized and the steam eased.
Jeremy hobbled under the spray and soaked his hair with his head back and mouth open. Then as he flung the water out of his hair, he handed Rusty the soap pumper.
Rusty just looked at him like the fucking dope he'd become the last fifteen minutes. "Start with my feet, dude...underneath and 'specially 'tween my toes."
Rusty just stood there stupefied.
Jeremy pressed down on Rusty's shoulder....HARD! HARDER!!!
Finally Rusty just sank to his knees. He realized he couldn't do this from just his knees...he was going to have to get down lower...at least on all fours, and down on his elbow.
From above, he heard Jeremy calmly instruct...."No man...you gotta get on yur back and when I lift each foot, you rub and scrub the soap under the heel and sole and then between my toes....both feet."
Rusty turned up sideways, and started to whine a wimpy protest, but smoothe Jeremy just said, "C'monnn, man...be a dude. Wash me up right....the way you'd want me tuh do you."
With that, dumbed-down Rusty was on his back two hand massaging soap up into his friend's feet and toes, one at a time. Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Oh man...
When the first foot was rinsed, and the second was fully lathered....you peeked....you knewwwwww! Yuppp! He scrunched the soapy foot right down into Rusty's face and worked it 'round and 'round and fuck-in' 'round! Man he didn't stop. He mashed Rusty's nose down. He scruffed into Rusty's hair, aggressively foot-rubbing it back and forth like a scrub brush. He big-toed into both of Rusty's ears, and then worked like hell to get his little toes up Rusty's nostrils. Then he shoved the toes into Rusty's lips and barked, "Open up, my man...let's work my toes wit' thet tongue!" Jeremy roughed his toes back and forth over Rusty's clenched teeth like a huge tooth brush till the kid finally caved and let them in.
By now there was little soap on them and no sneaker foot smell. It was just the humbling of a naked young dude on his back in a public shower eating another boy's feet!
"Grab yer dick, man. Pull on it. Yehhh! Jack'at thing! You gotta a good piece 'a meat there Rust. You gotta get out and show it off more. Don't worry....that's whutchu got ol' Jer for, eh?"
Rusty was wallowing in the soap scum and shower water on his back, sucking toes, and beating his meat!
Jeremy looked down and said, "You some sight, faggot....some fuckin' sight!"
It's not clear if Rusty heard what Jer called him, 'cause by now he was bucking up and down in the water, 'Fwuhwuckaphup! Fwumpphh!' and up into his hand, "Uh! Uh! Ungh!" going for his nut! Jeremy would have really loved it if he could see the drool pouring out of the kid's mouth but the shower spray was rinsing it as it oozed.
With a yank of his foot, he voided Rusty's mouth and kicked the kid's hand off his cock too, leaving the poor kid's dick throbbing, dripping and unrewarded.
"Git up on yur knees and soap me up dude."
Slowly, the worn down Rusty hauled himself out of the water and up on his knees. He didn't need to look up. The soap pump was right in front of his face in Jeremy's hand. Jer's other hand was holding his cock up high so Rusty could get to lathering his balls and asshole as he squatted out wide and bent his knees.
Rusty squirted out some soap and applied it to his mate's ballsack. He shuddered as he rubbed it around the soft sack and the balls rolled around his fingers erotically. "Right up my hole, now faggot!" Jeremy barked.
Rusty didn't miss the curdling word he'd never thought he'd ever hear referring to him....'faggot'! He started up off his sore knees and was lightly bopped on top his soaking head by the side of Jeremy's hand. "Ha! You dumbass! You wanna argue? You tell me: Who blows cock? Who swallers spooge? Who deep throat's buddy meat? Who sucks kids' feet? You tell me dickweed...who's a faggot??!"
Rusty didn't need all that. He'd already conceded when he got his head slammed. He'd already talked himself through all that litany Jeremy just sent him through again out loud. It was the word...the fucking word...it was so...just so-o-o-o.....degrading.
He lost his thought just then when Jeremy's meaty morsel surged through his lips and the fucking kid started to hump Rusty's face. "Keep washing me up fucker. I don't believe whut Stevie said....that you can't chew gum and rub your belly at the same time ....so I wanna see...'cept we'll be using my belly and my cock instead....same diff. HA!"
Of all things....with all that was happening to him at that very moment his mind switched to their classmate Steve, and he wondered what he knew and were they talking about him. Was this all a set up...a planned takedown?
Shit, it was a ruse, but Rusty wasn't of sound mind anymore. The last thing he heard was all he knew for that moment.....and that was Jeremy's belly lathering and his face fucking cock.
Jer moved Rusty's hand to his titnips, then his pits, and then down both arms while he continued to bumfuck the kid's face.
He pushed Rusty's hand away and stood up and back to rinse and shake the shower water off. Then he pushed into Rusty and hoisted the cumdump, still mouthed over Jeremy cock, back against the edge of the bench they used for his leg icing.
With Rusty's head bent back and his neck distended, sort of squatting, Jeremy surged through and seeded the kid's feeding tube! Even though Rusty'd been throat plowed once already, he still was too new to take this without shaking himself out of his skins.
He kicked and punched and jerked and pulled till finally he calmed and gripped tightly to Jeremy's thighs. His nails dug in and his knuckles blanched. His eyes were wide, and all he saw was Jermey's leering smile through gritting teeth as he fucked his throat hole over and over and over. You couldn't hear the squealing suction release for the shower blast when Jeremy finally pulled out of his cocksucker and let him slip slowly down the edge of the bench seat into the swirling water on the floor.
With a slight limp, Jeremy made his own way back to the lockers, dried off and got himself dressed for next class.
He was sitting at his locker all dressed when he heard the coach's whistle signal 'hit the showers' from out in the gym just as Rusty staggered balls naked into the row of their lockers.
Jeremy patted the bench next to him and Rusty flopped down as Jer covered the kid's shoulders with a towel.
In a hoarse whisper, as the other kids burst through the door from the gym, he told Rusty to throw his underwear and socks in the trash. Rusty was too beat to get alarmed outwardly and just nodded, but his heart skipped.
Jeremy handed him a set of boxers, and socks. They were damp...and had been worn. They were Jeremy's. "From now on, you'll be wearing my dirty underwear. My piss dribbled-in, and precum droozed and stiff underwear....my jock which you are not allowed to wash the rest of the term, and my yesterday's socks. You don't wear any underwears from home to school anymore. You wash my stuff out, including your jock, dry it over night and bring it to me here. After gym, you'll get my sweaty scungies, and you hand over my clean stuff. You'll always have the jock though....you can wear that from home. You'll wack off in it each day. It cannot be washed....ever."
Then he handed over the dirty jock. Rusty shot a hard glance at Jeremy. It was fucking soaked....and dripping!
"Oh yeh! I pissed in it just now just tuh get yuh started. Get it on," Jeremy ordered him.
With a smack to Rusty's bare shoulder, where he wiped the piss off his hand, he said, "Well, that's it for now I guess." He stood up, turned to Rusty and said, "Meet me after last class, and you'll come home with me. It'll be great fun, Rust...promise."
Rusty's eyes followed the handsome dude that just changed his life as he limped up the aisle to the door. That bubble butt was unmistakable even in his baggy Dockers....
Then the scent of the drying piss in the soggy dirty jock wafted to his nose and he just stared at it....dripping still, down the insides of his thighs.
The noise and ruckus all around him was lost on Rusty. He heard nor saw anything. He dressed in a trance....in Jeremy's dirty jock, socks and boxers. He stuffed his jock to wash for Jer into his pack...and left the locker room like a zombie.
Rusty's own shorts and socks were forgotten under the bench.....
Hold it....there's a stray hand sneaking under there....scooping up the dirty undies Rusty left behind. Can't see who it is....'cause his face is buried in the crotch of Rusty's boxers....wheeeeeeeeew!! Mannnn....and he's sucking the toes of the socks!!!!
All alone at the end of the row of lockers with his rockhard peter snapped right up against his belly....
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