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Willie and the Hand Jive. Chapter 11.
The kids who merely watched were becoming numbed from shock at the sights and sounds of the forbidden....the shame....the things they'd never think of....being acted out before them. A naked boy...out there on display....this really embarrasses a boy who sees it let alone being the one having it done to him. Boys don't want to have other boys stare at their nakeds....OR GIRLS!!!
The sight of bare boy cocks standing out and feeding endlessly through a suckboy's sweated, hanging face and swollen, sucking, drooling lips.
Some kids were amazed at Bill's shaved cockhairs and got close enough to touch. Others wanted to knead and feel Billy's nuts while examining and feeling all the parts of him up close. Some kids were so shamed they would get dizzy just getting near to Bill's trembling boy person. Some were surprised at the uneven seam along the bottom of his cock. "Man," one kid said, it looks like the fold of the first sheet on toilet paper rolls. (There would be lots of self-examinations in the bathrooms at home later that night) Others were amazed at the seam that looked like piping down the center of his balls and right into the middle area between his nuts and his butthole. One girl said, "His toes are so cute," giggling while two other girls joined her fiddling with them, and making 'em wiggle when they tickled his soles.
Boys lined up next to his extended hands to get jacked off. Still pics were being shot throughout the whole scene. Kids were leaving with pictures of their cumming dicks shooting through Billy's hands and lips. Of course there were several digitals with sequence and movie function recording the action. Some kids were taking cell phone shots as well.
The bell rang for class change and kids started back to school, holstering their puds, and gaping at the photos of their kid and dick play. All the girls got stills of Bill lying out there on the table in his total nakeds with various things, boy parts and girl fingers probing him.
As the crowd peeled away, with Jackie's lead, the boys that were still around whipped out and stood on the benches and pissed all over Billy where he lay still being made to pull his prick non-stop. He had his legs up and spread with his kielbasa-stuffed hole open to the world.
Piss cascaded over him. He took direct shots to his mouth and nose, his jackin' hand and his kielbasa stuffed asshole.
Then......it was quiet.
Billy was absently still jerking his wick there under the trees....spitting up and soaked in piss.....his butthole still squeezing on the giant sausage up his bunger....all alone.
He looked around in the hazy daze that was his mind, yet still lay there seemingly unable to move.
Slowly he rolled to the edge of the table and swung his feet to the bench and sat up. In his stupor he still was pulling himself.
He wiggled his toes as if trying get his parts working again. There was piss between his toes...well, between everything. As he looked 'round him he saw his clothes scattered all around and made a plan to get down and get dressed.
In classes where there were computers, Bill's image was being emailed, filed or stored for posterity.
He was going to dress in as little as necessary and try to get the piss, cum and pussy jam off him even though he was surely going to miss the next class.
While the water sprayed over his recovering form he shivered looking at the tile floor he'd be plastered to, waitin for whoever it was that ordered him to be there later that afternoon....the coach? The water felt so good. He shivered...ohhh he was jacking his smoothe pinky-white dick again. He grabbed his balls, crouched...."Ohhhgodddd...... soooooogoooood!" he wailed in the echoing shower room.
Willie and the Hand Jive....had finally cummmmmmed! This never-ending day had just begun!
Willie and The Hand Jive. Chapter 11.
When he came out of it, Willie was slumped naked under the shower, his butt sucking water from the tile floor, his spent wick in his hand. The cum shot had all washed off and swirled its way down the drain in the center of the floor.
He didn't know how long he had fogged over, but finally he managed to get up and made his way into the locker room to dry off and dress for next class.
As he got to class, there was no need for pretense any longer. The whole student body knew who Bill was and what had happened last hour. Matter of fact, they knew every tiniest thing about him. There were pictures of every single part of his body in close-up, available to any kid who wanted it on the computer.
They even got down to the seams on his nutsack and pecker....his nipples, naval and pits. There were pics inside his hole, his mouth, and up his nose. Of course there were follow shots with each hole filled with anything from cum, piss, a dick, a feather, sausage.....
Hmmmm...'Whatever happened to that sausage tail?' Bill wondered. He shivered at one point, thinking he shoulda trashed that. He didn't want that surfacing with his butt slime on it later on during the school day.
It wasn't likely Billy would want to see his inner most boy parts on display like the whole rest of the school would.
Several afternoon parties were being planned by the girls to get together around big screens and examine the objects of their eternal pussy joy.....a naked boy!!! UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL!!!
Amazingly, the rest of Bill's classes went without incident albeit shrouded in the giggles and snickers as he entered each classroom. When kids got his eye, they would grab there crotches, and rub, or just point with that look saying, "Hey man, eat me!" He just would turn and sit down, with nothing more than a blank stare.
Since Bill normally left for home after last class, he had to stall around to wait till the sports teams finished showering and left the shower finally quiet at 4 PM. He made himself scarce so he wasn't subjected to any more abuse at the hands of his prick 'friends'.
He sighed at the sound of the 4 o'clock bell. The bells went off in school throughout the day even when classes were over for the day.
In a trembly shuffle, he made his way down the hall to the locker room. The heat and fog from the showers was still hanging in the air od the desolate room. He went to his locker, stripped off and locked his locker. In the shower he stared at the center of the tile floor where hundreds of boy feet had padded throughout the day. At the floor where many an ounce of piss had flowed from the cocks of boys who cared little about where they relieved themselves. The same floor where his own wacked out teen cream had flowed to the drain early that afternoon.
With a heave and a sigh he kneeled his naked body to the floor, lay flat as instructed, and pillowed his right cheek on his folded arms.....and waited.
His wait was fitful. It seemed like hours! He wanted so much for the horrible day to be over. His mind was whirling. He could run out of there...why subject himself to this? Then he'd catch himself. He didn't know who it was, and he'd rather it all happen in quiet than another public display. He thought of Kenny's guiding words....of the promised internship....of changing....leaving....school. He couldn't believe it! He loved school and his life and his buds and everything....just a few short weeks ago. Now....now that was all gone....replaced with his having to present his naked self to the ravages of any fucking boy in school without recourse, and without an inkling of what he was anymore...if he was anything.
EEEEEEEERRACKKKK!!!
The screech of the outer door went through Bill, and he jerked there on the floor, trembling. There was the flip of the door latch.
Then...not a sound. Quiet.
Was that a shuffle of feet? Yehhhh...it was. Bill could hear a slight squeak of sneakers, probably with no tread left, scuffing along the smoothe cement locker room floor approaching the entrance.
He could here flicking sounds, a zipper, and then two louder shuffles of sneaks being kicked off. Bill's new benefactor removed his socks, and pulled out on his soft prick. Every guy does that when he gets naked....the reason? Well, most guys are soft, and their dicks are all mashed and shrivelly in their jocks, briefs or boxers. A guy wants to look bigger than that when he's naked even by himself. Just can't bear the thought that his dick might be too small. So he grabs and pulls on his flaccid hanging maleness to make it more prominent.
Noiselessly, the bare feet made their way to Bill. They kicked at the calves of Bill's legs and they opened...another kick....they opened wider yet.
Bill felt the sides of two knees pressing against his inner thighs. He heard a hawking spit, probably into the hand of his soon to be fucker.
He jumped when he felt the fingers at his crease....working inside, up, then down, then in and in more, and deeper, and "Ohhhhhhh!" into his previously sausage ravaged boy hole, and then "Urrrnfff!" he grunted as more fingers joined the first and worked 'round and 'round inside that young teen bunger.
Then as the fingers toyed Bill's hole, he felt a set of fingers at his lips. They hooked around his cheek and entered his mouth. He sucked without being told. Then they were out and swapped with the fingers that had already been working in Bill's tail. Bill's head jerked back at the intensity of his own asspussy smells on those fingers. But then, he took them inside as well...and sucked....and sucked....
When the butt finger friggerin' got Bill into a full floor rutting hump and grunt rant, they were removed, and his butt bubbled up into the air, seemingly following the fingers that had voided his young toolbox. The head of his hard dick slid up and back against the tile as his butt rutted up and down absently, searching for filler.
Before he could raise his head, a hand firmly pressed at his neck. A spread-legged crotch was before his face at eye-level on the floor. A massive prick was leaking in front of his eyes. It soon sought and found Bill's lips. In, and Bill gawked from the awkward strain of raising up to get over top of the huge hard dick and then to allow it to slip over his tongue. The prick probed hard into the roof of his mouth as his tongue aimlessly swirled around under it, and up each side. The thickness matched none he'd been made to service to now, well, except for when Jackie and Jerry were both in his mouth together that time. His mouth was stretched to the limit...
The hand pulled and released on the back of his head as the big dick fucked the boy's face. Bill assumed he was lubing this boy pleaser before it be inserted up his lubed up boy bunger.....but noooo...NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Soon, the big body was on it's knees, fucking Bill's face like a wild animal and then there was the jungle scream of an animal and his mouth was flooded to overflowing with cumjelly!
Bill coudn't keep up. The cum drooled in streams out and down both sides of his mouth and face. Both bodies were heaving, sighing and gasping as the cum ebbed into just a throbbing hard cock inside Billy's face.
As the big dick slipped out over Bill's lips, the hands pressed down on the back of his head and guided it like a hand on a basketball, down into the spilled cumspooge on the tile floor. Bill needn't be told. His lips were smoooshed into the muck and soon he was sucking it all into his mouth and swallowing.
Those fingers were back in his mouth and slicked up in the last of the slupped up goo. With two fingers of cum slime collected off Bill's tongue, the fingers pulled out and soon, Bill felt them seeking his buycunt. "Ohhhhhhnnngh!!" he grunted as they sunk into his body to the third knuckle and ticked at his joy buzzer deep inside.
He bucked two times, three times, a fourth time as the fingers triggered his boyfuck muscle. The big body was still scrunched against his bent back face as the fingers crooked into his bunger. Then he asshole was void again.
Those hands were once again maneuvering his head and face, and this time from pit to tit...then the other pit and tit. Oh godddd, he had to suck and lick. The chest was a bit hairy, and the musky man pits, moreso. He was sure now it wasn't a classmate.
Now his flapped out lips were being dragged the full length of the big chest and into the belly button, where he digged in his tongue, while his face was worked 'round in small circles while he sucked it out. Then he was pushed down into his folded arms again.
He felt legs full length lay against the insides of both of his. They felt so hot to the touch. Bill felt the trembling in the legs. At first he thought it was his own quivering...but it was this other guy....man....coach? He felt good that the other person was quivery too. It meant something to him. He didn't know whut...just something.
As heat built over his butt, he felt the cock seek his special place, his innermost dark secret place....and "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Billy groaned as the huge cock sank all the way through him in one lonnnnnnng, never-ending surge.
As big and painful as it was, Bill knew the entry was slow and careful, but fucking endlessssss! Innnn, deeeep, deeeeper, deeeeeeeeeper. He heard himself screaming inside, "Pleeeeeeze....pleeeeeeeeze....uhhhhhh....oh, pleeeeeeeze!!!!"
At lasssst! It was in. Bill was crying in relief, and his body was jerking each sob up into his fuckman. The body heat over Billy's butt, back and neck was in-tennnnse!!! "Let's....be....doin'iss....ev....rey....day....boy! You down....cock on! Cock on boy! Ev...rey day! Unghhh! Uh! Uhhhuh!" he grunted. He was wanting this fuck. This boy right there....right then....and for every day after!
"Got that??" he growled.
Bill nodded into his tear-soaked arms, whimpering in the knows that this was really only the beginning! His face was buried, as he bit into his hand under his face, trying not to scream. The big cock was soooooooo fuckin' big! He'd never had to suffer anything this incredibly painful anywheres, let alone up his asshole!
Bill was very aware that after having already cummed off in his mouth, that cock could probably fuck him for hours without going off again. He shuddered at the thought of this gut-wrenching fuck-rut going on for hours!!!
Then there was a hesitation. The big cock was imbedded deep inside him when the plunging meat rocket just stopped. After some rummaging around above him, Bill felt a shroud or something coming over his head. Over his eyes. It was like a bandage...it was a headband.
Without the massive prick pulling out, Bill's legs were lifted and turned and he was on his back....still impaled to the balls.
There were grunts, almost a ranting, chanting type of rut-fucking-grunting. Again and again and again....Bill would never forget this. The pounding, butt-slamming grunt would never leave his subconscious. It thundered through his whole being. He remembered a time he banged his head into a door and got this stunning numbing hurt, making his head fell like it was sprung tuning fork....that's what his inner asshole felt like now.
He was fucked and fucked and fucked. The cock would ease back and then he would be pulled over onto it, over and over, actually fucking himself. Then he was ordered to pull himself onto the invading boy pleaser and ride it himself till he shot off. Bill was terrified as he breathlessly reamed his own hole on that hard, gnarled cock muscle. He was afraid he wouldn't cum without touching himself, and then this unmerciful fucking he was taking would go on forever!!!!!
When that thought registered he burst out crying and sobbed uncontrollably. The fucking and the sobbing made him buck harder onto the huge invader at nearly double-speed and and and....ohhhhhh....the boycock shot off like a geyser!!!!
"Yessssssssssss!!!" growled Billy's ham-slammer. "I knew you was gonna be the best fuck. Andju are, boy! You FUCKIN' ARE!!!!
The cock inside him never lost a stroke. It just kept banging that boyslot like it just started. Billy was a blubbering mass of sweat, spit, cum and tears, as he felt the cock'vader buck up harder and faster than any time earlier. His toes were being clutched and meshed between the fucker guy's fingers. They squeezed Billy's toes so hard he cried out, "Owowowowowow!!!!!!"
There was a huge guffaw, followed by laughter and then Bill bounced from a thunderous 'SMAAAAAAACKKK!!' to his soggy belly.
His sphincter tightened with the shock. His crying silenced as he tried to find a breath somewhere. The tightening up of Bill's entire inner boy, gripped that big cock just right and sent his fucking man off like a rocket!
The fuck-bucking redoubled and both man and boy jerked and jolted on the end of that big cock as cum and after cum shocks rocked the rafters of the locker room. The wild screams in that echo chamber sounded like swarming jungle natives on attack!
As the cumming ebbed to just the pulsing in Bill's hole, he realized his toes were being bitten down on and chewed at. Oh mannnn....he grabbed for his steely dick again. The hands that had clenched his feet and toes through the maximum intensity of this wild animal rut, began to slap at Billy's face now, back and forth and over and over again and again!
Billy's hands sought to fend off the wild swings of the big, heavy hands to no avail. There were five final one-handed slaps when Bill's wrists were snagged by the other big hand.
Now Bill stopped. The face slaps stopped. The wrists were now held by both hands. Bill felt something in his boycunt. It was weird. It wasn't painful....but weird....soothing even, and then a spray of piss shot out over him and geysered up above him splattering on him. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was making a good guess.
His hole was vacant. Bill reached under him to feel his hole. It was leaking slime and piss. His fucker ordered him to finger his hole out and lick off his fingers as the pissing began to subside. It had been finally shot up over his chest, and into his nostrils directly, and mouth as well. He knew well enough to open his mouth to receive without being ordered.
While he fingered the spoogepiss into his mouth, he heard the shower at the far corner turn on. He lay there fingering and sucking and licking and then, he pulled up the headband just a bit to peek.
There was the shower running. No one was there. He ripped off the band and jumped up and ran to the locker room. Empty, eerily silent. He saw two drying steps of water outside the shower entry...then nothing. He started to go back into the shower to rinse off, then thought to run to the outer door of the locker room. If it was still latched....the fucker was still there!!!
He almost went sailing on his ass, slipping in the wet of his feet. The door....the latch was OPEN!!!!
Geeeeez, how long had he been been eating cum on that floor since the shower went on?
He opened his locker and got his watch. It was 6:30! He was either fucked for almost 2 and half hours, or....what the fuck???!
As he got home, the kitchen smells of his warming dinner in the oven relaxed him some. Just as he was sitting to eat, the phone rang.
"Yeh...'iss is Billy. Oh...yeh, hi...uh, Web. YEHHH! I wasn't 'specting you to be calling this late. Yeh, right. it's Friday...no school tomorrow. Ok....8 then...you'll pick me up? Great. The address is... oh, Kenny give it to you? A'kay...good...see yuh later," Bill sighed and sat back to his cooling dinner. The call for his first intern assignment for Rampart Sports was gonna be that night...in less than hour! He perked up a few seconds later though, thinking of Kenny's guidance and the chance to earn a few bucks, and maybe set himself up for a career....something to get his mind off the spiralling mess he was in.
Bill went to his room and pulled out dress pants, sport coat, light blue button-down shirt, and shucked his sneaks for loafers....no socks. He wore his collar open showing his bronzed neck and upper chest. He wore a gold link chain. He was the cat's ass for his first job trial alright!
He told his mom he had something to talk out about school, and maybe a long-term job opportunity, in the morning. He said he was meeting someone in a little while about the job, and would be home late. She was pleased to hear this ambition, and said, "You have me intrigued honey, I can't wait to hear. Just don't be too late tonight," and she kissed his forehead.
"Hey, Web. Yeh? Great? Tonight? You'll like Billy. He's a good kid. Yur his first assignment. Oh, and thanks in advance for the order. You'll phone it in tomorrow? Great. See yuh," Kenny said hanging up the phone. He was running his mind through his first day as Rampart intern with Barry. Bill was Kenny's first new intern, so this was sort of a baptism for him and Billy.
"Waverly Hotel. Yessir, Mr. James. We have your reservation for a two-room suite complete with wet bar and hot tub. Yessir. See you then."
As the car pulled up Bill's nervousness had been building. A hand reached out to Bill and they shook, "Hey, dude, name's Wally Baxter."
The door opened and Bill sat in next to Wally, and then reached across to shake with Webster James, who said, "Bill, Wally here is coach over at Central...I'm athletic director at Valley." In back Bill saw two guys about his own age, and must have wrinkled up a question on his face that Wally noticed.
"Oh, mannn, I forgot. Back here, is Davey and Tim." The three guys shook, and Bill nodded to the kids as well, still wondering what they were there for.
Webster said that Davey from his school and Tim was from Wally's. He said they liked to show some of the special players what goes into keeping a school sports program going, besides the basic workouts and games. He said it gives you guys a better perspective of what you're about. Bill looked back again, and nodded again. He could swear as he turned back front he saw Davey and Tim jab at each other and he heard snickering.
"Hello Mr. James," the desk man at the Waverly said. "Here are your keys sir, 407. Kevin is at your service upstairs setting up the bar right now for your meeting."
As they entered the room, 'Kevin' was finishing laying out the ice bucket and mixers, and told them that the hot tub was at the ideal temperature. As they shook hands, Web tipped the boy a ten, and asked how long he could call on him. "Till 10, sir, then I'm off for the night."
"If we don't call for anything further, c'mon back after you punch out, if you like."
"Yes, SIR, uh...thank you," Kevin smiled folding the bill into his pants while Web checked him out. As he turned and closed the door, he wondered what that was all about. Then he felt the ten in his pocket, and smiled....his cock tingled.
Web turned to the kids, and said, "Davey, why don'tchu guys take Billy into the other room and check out the tub'n maybe warm Billy up for the meeting, hey?"
With big smiles, Davey said, " Right, sir. C'mon guys," Davey motioned to Bill and Tim as they made for the adjoining room. Bill heard that exchange, and was hesitant. Web waved to him and smiled, and Tim put an arm around his shoulder.
Wally was testing out the liquor stock and had drinks poured for Web and himself as he watched the kids leave. "Good stock, Web," Wally said as he handed him his drink. As the cubes tinkled against the glass, Web, looking at the doorway the kids had gone through, responded, "That he is....that he is...." and then after a sip of the drink, and smacking his lips, he said, "...and Kevin, too," 'Clink'.
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