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 3.
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 Jeremy'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 an d 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 my 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 who 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....
Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn! Chapter 3.
It was a lonely day in Rusty's mind the rest of the school day. He was in a fog. He knew no one. Saw no one. Didn't know where he was....just moved through the day from class to class like a robot. Practically every class, the teacher had to snap Rusty out of his trance after the rest of the class had left.
The final bell blared into the hallways throughout the school and Rusty was being bumped and shoved as he shuffled along to the street lockers in the midst of all the other kids racing around to get out of the building.
He was methodically shifting books and stuff from locker to backpack.....his eyes fell on his jock. His own jock that he had to wash for Jeremy that night.
His cock twinged in the now dry dirty jock Jeremy had given him after gym. He shuddered and chicken skinned as he relived that horrendous life changing ordeal in the locker room. He shoved the jock into the bottom of his pack, and gently closed and locked his locker.
As he turned, there was Jeremy!
"Hey, my dude! Yer ready...great! Let's go....I brought dad's car today so we got a ride home." Rusty's shoulder ducked....and his neck bent as the all too cheerful Jeremy wrapped an arm around Rusty's shoulders and squeezed him much too tightly, before releasing the cringing teen.
Jeremy didn't even notice. He was just that kind of kid. Everything was Jeremy. There really wasn't anything...or anyone else, so even if you showed displeasure, he'd never notice. It wasn't about you.
Then a nudge and again the arm draped over Rusty's back and they headed out the exit nearest the parking lot.
"Man oh man, Rust...this is gonna be so great! Promise. The best fuckin' time...the best'a yur life man...I mean it!" Jeremy was half hopping while he groped his own crotch and rubbed his fist against his newly building stiffy. This was gonna be a whole new thing for him, too....maybe....and it just seemed to fall in his lap. But....he was sure gonna make the most of it.
As if to answer the unasked question, Jeremy offered that he got the car twice a week when his dad car-pooled. Rusty absently nodded and took the waved guidance to get into the passenger side front seat, while Jeremy jumped in behind the wheel and started up.
They jerked out of the space while Rusty's door was still closing, but Rusty probably didn't even realize it. For sure Jer didn't.
Horn blaring to all the dudes in the lot and out on the street, Jeremy waved and yelled as they put the high school in the dust.
As they hit the main drag for Jeremy's house, which was only a few blocks from Rusty's, again Jeremy's hand was behind Rusty's head.
"C'monn, man. Snap out of it. We gonna FUNNNN! Dude! C'monnn! Didn't I tell you this would be great. Get into it, man!"
Jeremy was always like this and he had that 'life of the party affect' on all he came in contact with. Annnnd, so it was with Rusty, finally. The kid sheepishly looked up sideways in a bent-down head kind of way, and then gave Jeremy a weak smile.
"That's my man!" Jeremy yelled and pulled his hand from Rusty's neck and held it out palm up for a hand-slap...which Rusty gave and reciprocated.
Loosened up completely, Rusty sat forward, set some tunes on the radio and started to rap on the outside roof out the window to the beat of the music.
There was absolutely no hint of what both kids had done three hours ago....not even Jeremy's limp.
'Barumbabrummpp!' the car bounced over the driveway lip and jerked to stop.
Before Rusty stopped bouncing in his seat, Jer was already out of the car and taking the steps up the side doorway in a single jump, turning with a guiding hand and the door open, he waited on Rusty.
They tromped through the house in typical teen fashion to the stairs and up to Jer's room at the back of the second floor. This was some nice place Jeremy's folks had, and it wasn't lost on Rusty despite the little he knew about the cost of things.
"I gotta get some stuff, so g'head and log on to yur mail and stuff meanwhile," Jeremy offered.
Rusty thought it was great that Jer led him get on his computer. In no time Rusty was skimming his mail, and even had time to answer a few emails.
Rusty seemed to be in a firefly flit all around the house, downstairs and up. Charging into his room, dropping stuff on the bed and taking off again.
Finally, he was done, the door slammed behind him, and he came over to the desk with a Coke for Rusty while he popped a can of his own and took a slug.
Setting the can down he turned to the 'puter equipment, and set the webcam to face out into the room. He started to get the stuff out of the bag he'd thrown on the bed.
He flipped a blank VHS tape onto the spread, took the camera out and put the tape in. Then from another bag he pulled out a Polaroid camera and checked the film indicator before setting that aside.
He was so excited in his preparations, yet very orderly, especially for a teen. One thing though...this tech stuff was second nature in seconds to young dudes, so it really was nothing extraordinary....like making his bed might be.
He pulled a digital cam from the same camera bag that had contained the instant camera.
Looking all around the room, he nodded in self satisfaction and palmed his chest then looked up to Rusty at the computer.
"C'mere Rust," Jer called to an unassuming Rusty who really had come out of the 'after the locker room' funk he was in. He said, " 'Kay...one sec," and he logged off while already half up and out of the chair.
He came over to Jeremy who was sitting on his bed patting the spot next to him.
With a big smile Rusty sat and seemed to have drifted back to his sort of idolizing ways in how he had always held Jeremy. It was a 'looking up to him' kind of thing. Rusty seemed to wish he could be open and outgoing like Jer was. Rusty had all the same things going for him as Jerry did, except he was backward....shy. He had friends and all, but it seemed like everybody was Jeremy's friend, or wanted to be. Many's the time he stared at the flock of kids around Jeremy at any given time and just shake his head and wish that was him.
Patting Rusty's thigh, Jer said, "Looka here, Rust....seems like I know you forever, but you know....I don't know a thing about'chu. We never hang together, yet I seem to see you wherever I am."
Rusty looked down and then smiled shyly, and said "Yeh, I sort of....ummm....wish.... um... well, yuh know....I wish I could like, be like you."
"No shit?" Jer said. "That true?" Jeremy smiled big and his chest puffed out.
"Yeh, I guess....it's embarrassing, I know....but geez...yer so...you knowwwww...." Rusty's voice trailed off.
"Well, sometimes there's a reason for things...like when's the first time a girl blowed yuh?"
Rusty blushed crimson, and just stared at Jeremy.
"NEVER???!" he yowled, and Rusty just shook his head....
"Then...then....you never got.....?" he didn't finish.
Rusty kept shaking his head looking down.
"Dude! Duuuuuuuude! You ain't a man yet...that's whut the fuck's wrong wit'chu!!!!"
The haze Rusty went through that afternoon was starting to cloud over him again. His whole body was in a cold sweat, itching uncomfortably from it, shuddering some, and blushed ashamed deep red in front this super stud he idolized.
"Hey, man! You not gay are you? I mean it now. Gotta be truthin'," Jeremy demanded.
"Nuh...n-n-n-no...at least...well...I don't think s-s-s....but no man," he stronged up and stared right into Jerry's eyes and said, "no."
"Well, that's ok, then...I guess...." Jerry said, "like you never, like....DID anything with a GUY....didju???!"
"Th-this afternuh....." Rusty started to say.
"No man...that don't count...that's not whut I mean. You was helpin' a bud out, dude. I mean....you suck any kids off....everrrrr?"
Rusty shook his head, 'No.'
"Dream about it...jerk off thinking of boys....thinkin' of MEEEE?" Jeremy asked, relentlessly.
"NOOOOOOO!" Rusty yelled and stood up in a huff, stared hard into Jer's face and started for the door.
"RUSTY! C'mere man....back here and sit. We just gotta make sure we know each other if we gonna be buds....get it? Yuh know?"
Rusty stopped with his hand on the door knob, turned back....looked at the kid he always wanted to be....and shuffled back and sat.
It was a crowning moment.
Then with a bold move, Jerry palmed his hand to Rusty's chest and rubbed down to his fly and squeezed. With a dead-on stare into Rusty's eyes, Jeremy kept hold of the crumbled pants front and the goodies they covered, and said, "Yur wearing the things that was closest to my body today, my dude. Don'tchu think it's right and fair that we know what we about?"
Rusty hunched into the kid's hand absently and squirmed very unable to move, and nodded saying, "Yuh-yuh-yeh....I...yeh...I guess."
With an even more forceful grip that pained Rusty, Jeremy barked, "You guess? You guess? The right answer's YES man....YESSSSSSS! Right???"
Rusty nodded and whisper-gasped a "Yahhssss," with every ounce of strength he could muster while buckling at the knees.
"Great, my dude...that's just fuckin' great. We gonna be great! We gonna be the best thing."
Without speaking, Jerry pushed his butt back up the bed till he was sitting against the headboard and had a hold of Rusty's hand. The bashful young teen crawled up toward Jeremy and sat next to him.
"Lemma see," Jerry said to Rusty who just stared blankly back.
"My undies, dude....yuh got 'em on....lemme see."
Rusty was not moving.
"C'monnnnn!" geez, where'd Rusty heard that plea before?
Jer was unbuttoning Rusty's pants with one hand and tugging at the kid's golf shirt with the other. With no help from Rusty, Jer lurched up to his knees and stripped the shirt over the kid's head, and yanked the pants out from under his ass. Sneaks off, he pulled his socks off Rusty's feet and then shoved them into Rusty's face while he pulled his boxers off him. The heat of Rusty's Jeremy-piss flavored privates wafted his friend's scent and boy funk out into the room and into both their fully firing teen senses.
The tee shirt off now, and Jeremy sat tight to Rusty's hip. He gingerly rubbed each garment, boxers and socks, into Rusty's nose and made him sniff deep. "You gonna know everything about me, my man. My every smell and you can feel like you really are me....how 'bout that? I toldju it would be great! Get into it dude. It's me! All you ever wanted to be!"
Rusty was consumed by too much coming at him at once. With his guard down he had become a waif in a fox's den.
The coup de gras of course was when Jeremy told him to strip off the jock and put it to his nose....then....to suck it into his mouth and chew it. He needed help with that, Jerry was only too happy to help.
Rusty sat balls naked on Jeremy's bed.
Then with the jock label showing, and a strap hanging out Rusty's mouth, Jer shot off a polaroid, and then with the digital he set it to movie mode and had Rusty slowly raise his legs up high, spread them wide, grip and tug on his dick keep his eyes open while he stared over the jock stuffed mouth with the strap wiggling in front of his chin.
Back to the polaroid, Jer got a shot of the kid's hand up close and pumping. Then a zoom of Rusty's butthole, his balls and hard cock standing straight up and propped up high by Rusty's finger behind it. Every shot was made with Rusty's face in the background. He told Rusty to run his finger onto the pisshole and then stick his tongue past the jock and wipe the finger on his taster....then suck it back in and smile. Oh mannnnn!
With Rusty over on his elbows and knees, the last shot showed his butt crease, balls, cock pushed down and out toward the camera and Rusty's distant face behind, with the jock strap still hanging from his mouth, upside down. "A'kay...more'a dat later, dude....those are for you anyways."
Back to the digital in movie mode, Jerry took the same last shot but moved all around Rusty to get every angle, even underneath him.
With the camcorder and webcam on now, Jeremy just gave hand signals out of site, a hand cupped and whipping to indicate he wanted the kid to beat off. For a finale, Jeremy had Rusty get up on the bed and do a slinky dance flapping his cock and balls, jacking, letting the jock hang way out, and show him clearly chewing the nutsack pouch. Then clasping his hands up with elbows out behind his head, he continued to fag dance around the bed.
Rusty's shame had exhausted him and he was now dizzying, totally in Jeremy's control.
While he continued to dance and dance, Jerry was resetting the angle of the webcam and positioning it to point down, while he took the camcorder in his hands positioning Rusty on his knees before him. Still completely dressed, Jeremy fed his seven incher into Rusty's mouth after having Rusty pictured opening his fly and taking it out of Jer's pants. The cameras were on while Rusty stared up into the lenses, and Jeremy's face as he sucked the kid's dick.
Jeremy swirled his own tongue out and around to show Rusty he wanted the tongue out there in full cock-swarshing view.
Jeremy almost creamed his load when the spit and precum drooled out in stringy gobs as the tongue eased out from the slowly opening lips. The kid might just as well been on dope when he had Jeremy's cock on his tongue....fuckin' amazing....he was....gazing up...those lust-filled smoldering eyes....wide open. The teen's mouth and face seemed so small with a seemingly monstrous oversized slab of long, firm, pink, hard maleness running in and out of it. The big vein over top running it's entire length up under the top lip. The lips making like a guppy's mouth open and smook...up the length of the teencock....open and smook....the scene's perfection broken almost unnoticeably by the irregular shwarsh of Rusty's tongue slipping out and up along one side or the other of Jeremy's fine peter....Rusty....was................gone!
Beautiful! Just fucking beautiful! That pretty cherub teenboy face huffin' on hog and salivating for more....absolutely mindless....totally unawares of where he was or what he was about!
In the quiet with the cameras rolling, the only sounds at all were the smook-smook-ssmup-ssmulpsk of guppyface on cock!
Jeremy himself was almost as consumed as Rusty with the sight that kept unfolding....its layers of teen'rotics peeling back, page by sof'skin page. He wanted to tell Rusty more things about where this was going and all, but couldn't bring himself to break the trance.
He kept tightening his buttocks and releasing when he staved off his nut time after time. Rusty felt Jerry's cheek muscle harden like stone each time with the hand that completely cupped and gripped onto one globe and pulled his facefucker to him again and again.
Rusty's other hand drifted to his own 7 inches of hardness and was plying, and squeezing it unmercifully as the drooze of precum puddled between his knees on the floor.
In whispers now, Jeremy was cooing down to Rusty, "I told'ja my dude. Great things was only gonna come'a diss. It will be s-o-o-o-o-o great...and good for you t-t-too," he shuddered. "We gonna bring that shy stuff right outta you and make you love whatchu got to fun with, my man.
"Yehhhhhh," Jer kept on in very hushed whispers, "look up at me....yeh, ohgod...that's beautiful! Yur such a fuckin' prince of a tool, Rust. I swear. You been missin' so much all this years and all....but we gonna make it all up to you.
"It's happenin' dude....ahmena gush. Be ready. Be a man now! Take it, boy! D-u-u-u-u-d-e!!" Jeremy squealed as the steady whimpers and smooks at the end of his prick stifled just then....and then, "Gggggwuckppf! Gullupksmmsk!" were repeated again and again as the gulping cocksucker boy's mouth filled, gulped, and filled again.
Jeremy was in violent tremor....just standing there so tenuously that if a tiny wind blew he'd fall over. The electric surge through him would have lit a ball park. V-e-r-y slowly he reached forward with a finger from each hand which found Rusty's shoulders for support.
In the longest of moments spent between these two classmates, worry covered Rusty's face as it hung on the head of Jeremy's throbbing prickknob, and he looked up the long trembling teen boy's trunk.
Jer's soaking wet, beet red face suddenly broke it's strain, and a smile spread over it.
With a forefinger, Jerry touched Rusty's hairline, right under where the Caesar cut turns up, and traced an invisible line down his forehead, his nose, and digged gently at the cleft in Rusty's upper lip before slipping in on top of the imbedded cock still hard of boy need.
Rusty's tongue swabbed up around the side of Jerry's dick and lapped at the finger contorting itself trying to cup it and suck it.
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