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@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Willie and the Hand Jive. Chapter 3.
Jack pulled up on the cock in Bill's mouth, and Bill's face shined up at Jackie. "So man...who's the biggest dude in school now man...WHO?"
Straining with his neck bent upward, Billy cried out, "You, Jack...uhch-uh...you da biggest dude, Jack. YOU!" Jerry smiled into his big brother's face....who was smiling himself like the cat who got him a pussy..... sorta like watching the changing of the guard.
Jack pulled his cock out, rapped it on Bill's mouth and said," Dude....you got that right," grabbed his bro's hand and pulled him up and with an arm around his shoulder, they walked toward the bathroom for a shower, and turned to Bill, who was straining a look up at them, still sprawled over the footrest, cum droozing from his asshole, his face shiney with cum and spit, and said, "See you tomorrow big boy...keep that pussy oiled."
Bill just sighed exasperatedly....and as he moved to get up, and leaned back onto his heels, he felt the seeping back there, and reached behind, wiping his hole, and his tail....and ravenously licked two boys' jelly off his hand!
Willie and the Hand Jive. Chapter 3.
Ohhhhhhh, Bill! Oh, Billy....lick it boy!
Appears we've witnessed a transformation. Bill heard the shower running....slid off the hassock to his knees, and began to dress. As he shaped himself up, and took in his surroundings, he really rushed now, not wanting to be there when the brothers returned. With his jeans and sneaks on, he grabbed his other stuff and ran out of the room, through the house and out the door.
Whew! He didn't stop running for 2 full blocks. Then set himself down by a tree and pulled on his shirt; removed his sneakers and put on his socks. He figured he'd just carry his boxers and tee rolled up, and headed home.
There was some grabass amongst him and his buds, mostly from Jackie, at school now and again, but mostly the days were uneventful.
Home from school one afternoon, and with his new attention to security, all doors and windows were locked and checked before he began 'tool service' on his bed. "Ummmnnnnggh," Billy was getting into a boy's every-afternoon ritual....his jeans around his ankles, tee shirt up around his neck. He loved to run his free hand all over his chest and belly, while he pounded off...
His toes splayed and turned up inside his socks, as his heels burrowed into the bedcovers and he started to bounce up into his hand there on the bed. His free hand slipped under his balls and his thumb and forefinger circled the base of his root. His eyes closed....his back arched....'Nnnnnnnghhh, uhhhh," cum was shootin' ever'where! Billy's heels were pushing hard into the be d...ohhhhhh soooooooo gooooooood!!
'R-r-r-r-i-n-g-g-g-g!!!' the phone rang and rang and rang....
"Hu-hu-hu'lo?" Billy answered finally, sucking breaths....
"Hey, faggot....ketcha wit'cher hands full, boy?" there was laughter at the other end of the line.
It was Jack's brother Jerry, and Bill assumed the background laughing was Jack.
"So-o-o-o, did I?" Jerry persisted.
Bill just said, "Well, um...uh, I..."
Jerry yelled, "HA! I figgered. Anyways, that's good so's you're awready in da mood fer playtime. Jack says to getcher ass over here, and he DOES mean yer ASS!" Jerry hung up.
Resigned to his fate, Bill straightened his room, and himself, and set out for Jack's leaving a note for his mom in case he was late.
The several blocks' walk took him a lot longer than usual as he just sort of sluffed along. He knew this wasn't gonna be a fun time, so there sure was no rush.
He got to Jack's, and knocked on the door. "S'open!" came a yell from inside, and he went on in. Just Jerry was in the living room off the hall, a foot hanging over an arm rest, TV on, and he pointed to the door to the basement playroom.
Bill just went over and opened it assuming Jack was downstairs, and whatever was happening was gonna be between just the two of them. As he got down the stairs, there was a dim light on at the far end, leaving the rest of the room in the dark where he was at the bottom of the stairs. He saw who he assumed to be Jack with his back to him, and he waved for Bill to come over. As he closed to within a few steps, he knew this wasn't Jackie, and then there was a burst of light all over the room! There were kids everywhere! On the floor, in chairs, standing along the walls. He didn't recognize any of them. Then he was pushed forward with a rough jab, and he looked behind to see Jerry. These were all Jerry's underclassmen friends from school.
"Where's Jack, Jer?" Billy apparently didn't really get it.
"Jack said he couldn't make it, Bill, but told me to show you a good time....WON'T WE FELLAS!" he yelled around the room.
The response was deafening in the confining low-ceiling room...catcalls, whistles, and hand-slappin'.
Bill was starting to be dizzy...the lights, a little worry, unsuredness....and now a few of the kids were circling him as he instinctively started to back toward the stairs, now bumping into another kid right behind him.
"Ok, Wizzer," Jerry called and a kid behind a tripod flipped a camcorder switch on. Another kid was carrying a camera right close to where Bill was standing, and ANOTHER one was on the other side of the circle. "We makin' a movie, 'hand jive,' and you da star!!!" blurted Jerry....again there were cheers and whistles. Bill suddenly felt hands tightening all around him, and he was hoisted up onto a footstool. Kids started to clap in a cadence....then that was joined by steady foot stomping....the noise became unbearable and Jerry picking at Bill's clothes and indicating that he strip starting with the shirt. If the noise was loud early on, it was thunderous as the last of his clothes fell, his boxers, to his bare feet and he stepped out of them completely naked. Cameras were trained on him from three angles, from face and head to privates to feet....and the two portable ones were moving around constantly. When he looked down at one point, a kid with a camera was on his back on the floor shooting up at him.
Just that scene, did something inside Billy's head signalling a message to his limp prick and it started to rise. The raucous rallying now was reaching fever pitch. The kids were all yelling, stomping, clapping and jumping around. If Bill could think anymore, whewww....!
Jerry stood in front of Bill, leaned back, bent at the knees, one hand to his pants crotch, he made like air-jacking with his other hand cupped, and pointed at the shamed and naked Bill to start beating off just like that.
Nodding blankly, the near-gone Bill reached for his steeled cock, and gently started to pull it. His toes curled under the lip of the stool as he strived for some balance.
Jerry barked at him over the noise, to introduce himself to the cameras, and told him what to say.
As he continued to jerk his pud, Bill screamed out for all to hear: "Hi, I'm 'Willie and the Hand Jive'. I get hard aroun' boys....."
He barely had the words out of his mouth, and the already wild kids swarming around him went broke out delirium. The kids had pressed so close and were generating so much fever that most were soaked with sweat from lust and the ever building excitement of the stuffy basement room. Several were so exhausted, they just settled to the floor right where they stood.
Bill just kept on pulling, and there were more wild yuks and screams when his free hand squeezed up under his balls and he went into that 'performance' crouch, looking very ready to shoot off.
"Don'tchu cum, faggot!" Jerry barked out from his front and center spot. There was relief...and pain....on Bill's face. The embarrassment of cumming ropey shootoff in front a bunch of strange younger kids was bad...but not being able to cum after getting this close, ohhhhhh! He stood straight, hands to his side...and his pulsing cock just bobbed up...and...down, and again....and again. The room was quiet for the first time since the lights all flashed on 10 minutes ago.
Bill's bobbing prick tip went all shiny, and a long single strand of silvery boy goo started a long descent to Bill's feet. In silence, every eye in the room watched..... entranced. At over two feet down, it broke and of all the stupid things, everybody sighed. Most had squatted down right where they had been standing. They had previously agreed to all stay dressed to further embarrass 'the star'. Truth be told, a lot of these kids would get hard at the opening of Twinkies package, and nobody wanted being called 'queer' for getting hard at the sight of a shamed, naked boy.
Billy couldn't see how many boys there were what with the glaring lights trained on him. His whole body was slick shiny with sweat.
Jerry proceeded to direct Bill's display now. As one of the cameras was zooming in, Bill had to pull his cock up and push his balls out for all to inspect. They even gave him a ruler and made him measure it and report how long, "Six inches," Bill said.
The kids all whistled their praise.
Then he was turned around to touch his ankles, and to pull his butt cheeks apart. Compared to the earlier wildness, the applause now seemed almost polite, yet it was really crazy still, what with foot stomping and catcalls. Jerry had Bill push his balls back through, and his cock, too, which was less than semi-hard now. The best part was when they told Bill to get his face down there underneath for a good photo image of his cock and balls above his upside-down face, framed by his thighs, capped by his ass crack.
"Hey, man," somebody yelled seeing that, "see if he can suck his own cock. Blow yuh'self, dude, lessee!" Then everybody was cheering for it, and Jerry got Bill onto his back, curled into an upward fetal ball on the stool. At Jerry's motion, a kid jumped up and pulled Billy's feet way over his head so his prick was hanging right over his face. For his part, Jerry was pushing down on Bill's legs. A quick look told them it was not gonna happen. Bill's cockhead was more than four inches aways, and that's as close as it was gonna get.
There was a collective exhale from the tension building and for a few secs, it looked like they was gonna have this kid blow himself for their pleasure...all afternoon.
With Bill's ass up, in this up-fucking pose, Jerry decided to perform 'inspections.' He called over the kids with mobile cameras and started with Bill's toes....other kids came over and joined in. They pulled the toes apart on both feet, and played with them, along with a little sole tickling that had Bill bouncin' around like a jumping bean, giggling. They pulled his legs wide and zeroed the cams in on the private area, having Bill wiggle his cock with two fingers at the head, run his fingers through his cockhairs....then lift his balls, pull out the sack to let it shrink back, s-l-o-w-l-y. Then he held the nutsack up so all could see the 'play area' between his nuts and asshole. There were hushed 'whooshes' throughout the boy crush around him.
Suddenly, Jerry dashed out and came back, with a frozen hot dog. As he waved it over his head, there was confusion. Most kids had no idea whut was up...or what was goin'.....up! The frost was starting to melt as Jerry swiftly moved to Billy's butt cheeks and slid it through. Silence!!! Not a sound. Bill's asshole seemed to just suck it in....
Every kid leaned in, creeped forward, or crawled toward the center. Soon, there was a small, but steady grunt, and after....Bill's whole body jerked, toes curled under....there was a steadily increasing groan for several seconds till there was an, "Ohhhhhhmmmmm."
When Jerry's hand pulled away, there was nothing there. The hot dog was gone! Every kid sucked in a breath, and no doubt a whole lot of sphincter suckin' and squeezin' was goin' on inside a whole bunch of boy tails, too.
Then one kid snickered...."Here it comes!!!"
The hot dog was sliding back out of Bill's shitter. The place went nuts as the first third of it appeared. Whistles and cheers were deafening. Bill's whole body was quivering from the shame...the intensity...the...well...everything.
Jerry had run up stairs and was back again with another 'dog.' He pulled the first one out completely, and told Bill to beg there on his back like a 'good doggie' and he fed it down to him, a piece with each 'bark' and 'paw' quiver, right out of his own butthole. Several of the kids swallowed hard...clutching stomachs. With the fresh dog, he just slid it in smoothe and easy, then worked it out and around in wide-angled 'cone' to Bill's butthole, till it thawed and softened. Then an even larger 'tool'....a large dill pickle appeared from Jerry's pocket. He pushed it to Bill's lips, reaching in between the boy's legs to his mouth, and when he pulled it out there was a healthy gob of shiny spit over the first 2 -3 inches of it, and he pulled the dog from Bill's asshole and while feeding it to him, he nuzzled the end of the fat dill around the boy's tool box....'round and 'round, and INNNNN!!!
All the kids had closed on this scene. Whewww!! There was a little 'Phhlooshk,' and "Ohhhhhhhhhnngggh!" as the huge pickle seeped through the outer ass ring, and Bill moaned aloud. The two cameras were moved in from the side and bottom, with a lane to the stationary camera always left clear.
'Thwuphkk!' Phwookk! Phookksiksik!' Oh man, if there was soft dick in that room after this, it had to be hanging on a boy who couldn't see...or hear!
Jerry worked that long fat pickle-dick in and out over and over, and you could see Billy's feet bending, his soles wrinkling all up, and the toes curling and splaying alternately, and together, with feet kicking while his whole body was in a constant quiver...ever in quiet motion.
The kids who earlier had worn themselves to a frazzle screaming, had actually thought that after the opening lights and camera scene where 'big man on campus' Billy was stripped to his shamy nakeds...that would be it. Some were even getting up their packs and junk ready to leave.
NOT A FUCKIN' KID WAS MOVIN' FROM THAT BASEMENT NOW!
They were staged all around Bill's tail, in three levels. Kids laying flat to their bellies...another group squatting or up on their haunches sitting on their heels....and the last group was standing....angling constantly for better views.
At this point, as Jerry started to ease the pickle cock from Bill's hole, he started to do what he did with hot dog before, and wound it out making a cone-like motion round and round, deep and real wide, and you could see the boy's hole open up where the pickle bent away. Some kids caught on to that and actaully even tightened the circle...and thennnn....Jerry eased the picklecock in deep, and then out all the way....oh myyyyyyyy! For several mind etching moments, Billy's hole stayed wide open!!! One camera zoomed right in.
Then, as if by remote signal, Billy's hole....it 'blinked.' Then that pretty hole opened again, but not nearly as wide....and then blinked closed, maintaining a pulsing wink, while every kid there remained glued to his spot, numb, in a trance. No doubt every little butt hole in that room was pulsing in and out right then. They had never seen anything like it. Beautiful!
Jerry was so excited himself, he just flopped down on his butt and just stared at Bill's upturned ass, his legs bobbing above him, held by Bill's own arms under the crook of his knees. Oh my! Oh my oh my ohhhhh myyyyyyy!!!!!
None of these kids was ready for what came next. Up on his knees, Jerry waddled over to Bill's pussyhole. While no doubt a bunch of those boys was rearranging his cock after cumming a mess into their boxers, Jerry was on wood...and on fire! He motioned the two dudes with the cameras to aim from top and side, up close, and into that begging..... winking boyhole before him...that had recently been home to two hotdogs and a huge dill pickle cock....he thrust his young boyhood in one smoothe slide that didn't even make a slicky sound and it sank to Jerry's curlies....the room gave a collective gasp!
Mostly, these boys were a bunch of grabassing hellraisers...and probably virgin except for their palm. They had never seen any real sex, let alone this!
They were crowded 'round either watching the widening boy fuckslab surging in and out of 'BMOC' Billy, or were behind the action watching Jerry's dimpling butt muscles flex and hollow as he short humped the favorite son of Hamdell High School like a fuckin' rabbit. Jerry's feet were lying on their tops, toes curled under digging into the balls of his feet. The soles were all wrinkly, you know, like they get. His head, at first up, then flung back as his hair trigger prick pumped wad after wad of joyjelly into Billy. He was gasping for air, and sucking all he could through mouth and nose before dropping his head back down over Bill's face, and whispered, say: "I love to fuck for boys, any boys, all boys, please fuck me!"
Bill wasn't even capable anymore of finding fault with that, and just blurted out in halting bursts between gulps of air with coaxing from Jerry: "I love -huh- tuh fuck fer -uhggh- boysss, 's'any boyss, awww boys - nnghuh-- pluh -uhh- eez fuck me!"
Jerry's wild mind had visions of that playing over the closed circuit TV at school....the computer net...the PA!
Then kids were being lined up in a circle around Billy, to cock-sink his mouth and ass, in a big circle go-round! There were some backward kids who were shy or nervous, but Jerry turned cheerleader and started clapping and ranting, "Ever'body....Cock's out'cher pants....COMEON!!"
A'course, one of the problems was that half the kids got their nut in their boxers already, and were reluctantly reaching into cum sloppy flys, or were not wanting the half that didn't blow off yet to see them. As pants dropped, cocks at the ready, the close, stuffy room smelled of....CUM! Even the most reluctant, bashful boy animal responds to that! Kids were pushing now to get into one of the two lines.
"Le's go dudes! Get 'em out and work 'em up! Le's feed us some mouth and asshole boys, and have us a REAL fun. Ethan, man...you gotchu a hefty one, an' you right there. Step over his head, man, and cock you some face.....goboygo!!!!"
Ethan looked down at Bill's upturned face, flushed red, soaked in sweat....and smiled, his pants and boxers around his ankles. Then, as if he just got stuck with a pin, he toed off his sneaks and pants, stepped over Bill's neck and sorta crouched his butt over Bill's upper chest. With three fingers to rockhard peter, he bent it down to Bill's lips, and said, "Lemmee see yer tongue, 'hand jive.'"
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