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. Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 12. Around the House.
Things were finally getting back to normal for Bart. 'Zizzzzzzz. Zizzzzzzzzzz!' he heard the door buzzer.
Dropping the paper, he grabbed his soda, and absently went to the door.
"You alone, kid?" said the young kid there, about 5' 5", dark crew and eyes, shorts, sneaks, quarter socks, and red T.
Bart looked down into his eyes, thinking he knew this kid...but....anyways, said, "Yeah, why?"
The kid, Benjy, kid bully from that first day in the park, kicked the door the rest of the way open, yelled, "Not any more you ain't," and he and the rest of the 7 kids from that horrible day that started his nightmare, charged in from where they were hidden on both sides of the doorway outside, trampled over the thrown-down boy, dragged him inside the hallway, slammed and locked the door.
Benjy jumped on his chest, grabbing his shirt, and yelled, "When's anybody come home fucker?!"
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 12. Around the House.
"F-f-f-five-uh-ung-thirty...my Mom," he gaggingly answered.
"Time, Billy!" Benj asked.
"Qarter-a-tree," Bill answered.
"Gooooooo-ooood, cocksucker! You got 2 hours to be everything you can be for all your new friends here, boy," Benjy told him.
Without being told, the other boys swarmed around Bart, pulling clothes off him, from every angle. They threw his stuff everywhere around the rooms off the hall, and down the hall. His T-shirt ended up hanging off a hall mirror; a sock in a coat tree, and one in the flowers on the hall table. They fired his sneakers the length of the hall into the door of the fridge. "Steeee-rike!" Davey yelled. Bart's shorts ended up in the dining room table centerpiece....his boxers----crammed into his mouth.
They turned him over, onto his hands and knees, and said, "Crawl us to your room, dickwad!" Benjy yelled.
Bart started moving, slowly....and Ben booted his ass, 'Get moving, you fuck! Getcher ass moving!!"
Bart scrambled like crazy, with boy butt wigglin' side to side, and all the kids either smiled, or bust out laughing, and hustled him along, smacking him, pulling hairs and ears, toeing his ass and stepping on his feet bottoms as they dragged on the floor, till he turned into a bedroom. The kids all scurried into the room and spread out all over...in his chairs....on his bed....feet on his desk....turned on his computer....his TV....and all...just violating his place.
Benjy, then arranged the kids in knee squats all around the double bed, sitting on their heels, and had Bart get up at the headboard, standing slightly knee-bent.....and....naked. He looked down at the fully-dressed younger kids all around him, sneakers an' all, on his bed. He felt so shamed. His face just sank.
With that, they all turned hyena at the same time.....he was shaved. "Your fuckin' cockhair's gone. I knew you were a fuckin' cunt. What a fuckin' cunt!" they were all laughing, shouting and pointing. Bart just stood there taking it, quivering, all wobbly there on the bed, trying to keep his balance, with the kids all yukkin' and bouncin' around. Benjy told him, "Here's what you're gonna do fuckwad. You're gonna wack off for us boys here, starting right now. Do it! And, you're gonna catch the cum in your own hand. Keep yur hand low so we can see your wad pump out, asshole."
Without even thinking, unbalanced on the bed, trembling, in front of 8 younger, laughing kids, the crimson-faced, sweating boy, got to beatin' off his 5 1/2 incher.
"Now, shitears, while you're wackin', you look into each kid's face here, and tell him, 'I love to jerk off my big boy dick in front of little kids, like you,'" Benjy ordered him.
He kept fucking up the words, and Benjy smacked his cock each time, till he got it right, with each kid. The shame was incredible. He felt lower than scum....and was.
Billy was on the digital camera. Ricky had a video camera.
As Bart started to get hot, and was shaking, and whipping harder, and gripping under his nuts, the boys all leaned forward, and watched as he scrunched up his face....all rubbing their own peters, absently, and gettin' a little pant'y and out of breath...gawking at the jerkerboy.
Benjy yelled for him to scream out how he felt when he was close, and tell him when he was cumming.
He tightened his eyes shut, gritting his teeth, his toes gripped the bedcovers as they curled under, his knees bent deeper, his body shook uncontrollably, bucking, and he started squealing, "Ohhhh, I-I'm gonna, gonna, oh, cummin', cummin' ungghh, uh, ah awluh, uh, uh, uh." The boy's goo shot into his cupped hand, and the kids all yowled, cheered, and clapped. Benjy walked up to him on the bed, pulled out his kid wick, dipped it into Bart's own cum....and said, "Lick your cum off me, pussy...." Bart leaned down and licked off Benjy's cockhead, almost falling, but grabbing Ben's arm at the last second to steady himself.
Benjy said, "Now, dip your tongue in your jelly, and lick some of it into your mouth.... comeon, I want to see sperm strings drip from your tongue. Beee-u-tee-full, boy, you do know how to please." The kids were all yellin' and cheerin; pointing, laughing, hand slappin', and punching at each other.
Benjy grabbed Bart's cum-filled palm and smeared it all over his face, then had him lick his hand clean. Ben checked the clock...3:00...."Ok, fuckwad, crawl to each boy on your hands and knees, open each zipper, pull out each boy's cock, get up on your knees, and cup your hands like the little doggie your are, and beg the kid to let you kiss his cock. Say: "Please little boy, may I kiss your dick?"
The kids laughed throughout the whole ordeal. They couldn't stop if they wanted. There wasn't a dry eye around the whole bed; literally laughing til they cried.
When the whole round was done, Benjy ran into the kitchen, and was hunting for a plastic garbage bag. Finding one, he ran back into the bedroom, and putting the bag under Bart's knees, he showed the kids what happens. "Watch this." He swiftly turned the boy around in a circle effortlessly, on the sliding bag sides. But his extended feet kept hitting the knees of the kids squatting all around him. "Hey, Davey, Alex! Go through the closets and bring me some ties, or sumpin' to use as ropes." Davey and Alex took off; one into Bart's closet, the other into the hall, looking for the other bedrooms.
In a few moments, Alex was back from Bart's parent's bedroom, with about 5 ties. Benjy took 2 of them, as Dave and Alex got back on the bed, and tied Bart's ankles back up against his thighs, by knotting two ties together, and around the front of Bart's legs. "Now you, Rick, stand up and keep him steady, with yer hand on his head, yuh know, like a spinning top." Ricky had been on video camera...confused, looking around, he handed it off to Dave, for the first take of the whirl-a-suck. "Now everybody up," Benjy directed, "and stand around in a circle, drop yer pants and shorts, and let's get us blowed....comeon, guys, we gotta put this fucker through his paces today, let's go....move it."
"Wheeeee!" Benjy squealed in glee, as he whirled Bart around on the slippery plastic. He stopped in front of Ricky. Benjy said, "That's fair. Yur holdin' him up, you might as well fuck his face first."
Ricky's eyes lit up, and Benjy said, "Stick it in, hump his mouth four-five times, then start him spinning, till ever'body gets 5 pumps, then start round 2...and see how far we go 'fore somebody's gotta cum."
Wow! 'Round and 'round, and whirl, and hump, and spin and suck, and boy after dick, after boy, and practically every kid was humping impulsively, watching his buddies, whether Bart's tongue was swabbin' his meat or not. Finally, Billy, couldn't hold out in the middle of the second suck-around, handed the camera to Dan, and grabbed Bart's head to his belly, and force fucked his face till he shot his wad. "Unnnggggghhhh, uh, god, ohgod, that's sogood," he moaned as the last of his cum pulsed over Bart's tongue. All of 'em smiled, and were on hair-trigger now. One after the other, eight kids unloaded their boy spooge into Bart, in a near continuous cum-suckaround. Most of the kids were cum-drained and slumped back down to their knees on the bed, as the last boys took their turns.
When the last kid, Chipper, gave up the last of his cum-drooze, and his cock slipped from Bart's mouth, Benjy grabbed Bart's head and whipped it left, then right, for all the other kids to see. There was cum, nose-drool, and spit and sweat and matted hair all over Bart's fucked-over face. Snickering and giggling ensued, as they all were getting back to normal. Benjy checked the clock...."Plenty of time," he told himself. He let Bart slump to the bed on his side, and untied his legs, stretching him on his back to his full length, then left the room.
In a few moments, he was back with a tube of K-Y from the parents' room. Benjy stripped his tee, sneaks and socks off. The kids were all just goofin'. Some in chairs, the floor, sitting on the bed, whatever.
Billy was at the computer, logged on, and after getting them from Bart, emailed Bart's ID and password to himself. "Don't use your computer tonight buttwipe...I'll be on downloading your pictures to all your pals here, from your ID. You'll even have a copy for yourself, to drool over, fagboy. I can just see you wackin' looking at all our dicks." Everybody perked up, and watched Benjy now, as he moved to the bed, and whipped Bart's legs, flipping him over on his belly, spreading his legs. Bart knew....but it wasn't clear how many of his tormentors knew, what was up. Some of the kids moved close, Benjy got up between Bart's legs, gooping up his boyrod with some of the K-Y.
"What's that stuff, Benj?" asked Alex.
"Fuck slick, asshole," he answered, as he stuffed a gooey finger up Bart's hole. Bart moaned into the bedspread. In a moment, as half the kids sucked in a breath, Benjy positioned his cockhead and sank into Bart's giving pussy.
"Uh, ung, huhuh, uh ummm, ahl, mmmewl, uh-uh-uh," Benjy and Bart grunted together, and separately, as Benjy fucked the high school kid. The other boys looked from one to the other...two frowned... one had that 'Yuckk' look...the rest went from curiosity to big shit-eating grins, and started rubbing their peters absently. Cory was the most on fire, and as Benjy looked to be reaching peak, he was moving into position to be next, and stripped the rest of his clothes off. He picked the K-Y up and gooied his prick, which steeled up flat against his belly.
Just then, Benjy's feet curled tight, as he lay flat over Bart's entire body, his hands to Bart's wrists, pushed up to the headboard. His butt pounded two, three times, then stopped, as he unloaded his teen cream into Bart's cunt. Only a few deep grunts were heard, as Benjy cummed....and nothing from Bart, whose head was buried in a pillow.
Now all the rest of the kids stripped naked for fuckplay...some a little slower than the others, not really sure about all this. There were still a couple of kids not really thinking they liked the idea here...none of 'em ever been laid before....and some were sure they didn't know how, either....'specially..... geez...... with a boy?!!
As Ben got up to his knees, and started to back off the bed, he saw Cory moving on him.
"No, no...wait. Gotta plan here. Now, Chip, Dan, you get his wrists...Alex, Davey, get his ankles....bring him," Benjy yelled over his shoulder, as he padded out of the room, following his soppy dick.
As they came out of Bart's room with Bart at the carry, spreadeagled, face down, they heard, "Here!"
They followed the voice, and Benjy was tearing down Bart's parents' bed covers. As the naked, confused kids all jostled amongst themselves through the door into the room, Benjy said, "We're gonna fuck him all over the house!" Benjy spouted joyfully, pointing Chip and Dan to the bed. The kids walked Bart to the bedside, and laid him down on his belly, just the way they were carrying him. Benjy rolled him onto his back, pulled his legs up, and told Cory to get above his head on the bed, and hold his feet toward him. "Okay, Chip, you're on! He's all lubed with Benjy jam....you should slide right through, boy."
Benj had a nice 5+ incher, and so did Chipper, who was pumping himself up, as he stepped to the foot of the bed and saddled up against Bart's upraised butt. To anyone not a sex-charged fuckin' teenager, the site of Ben's jizz oozing at Bart's portal, might, or might not have been a turnoff....Chip just jammed his rammer home, to an, "Ooomphhh, uhuh!" from Bart, and an, "Omigod! Omigod! This is beauteeful! Beauteeful!" Chipper squealed. "His fuckin' ass just closed around my prick like a soft leather vise. Ohhhhhh, goddddd. I don't wanna move.....It feels so goooooood! Oh! Oh! Ohhh!"
"Mmmmm. Nnnnnghuhuh, ohgod, oh, fuck, uh, fuck," warbled Bart, as the boys gaped, open-mouthed.
"He likes it! That motherfucker likes it! Fuck his brains out, Chipster!" yelled Billy.
Ricky was nuts now, and, 'Smack!', he pounded Chip's ass, saying, "Get fuckin', shithead, there's hot dicks here waitin'."
With that, Chip rocked into a gentle pullout-pushback, and again, and again, and soon was really hot....and he got the motion down, when he thought of how he pumped his pillow at home. In no time, Chipper was a raging buttfucker, to the wild scream of a banshee, "Aieeeeeeoahlungh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" he shot a tremendous load up Bart's ass...and kept dimplin' his ass, as he pumped every last drop of boywad into that hole.
"Comeon you fuckers, we got 6 boys to fuck yet. Grab him!"
Grab him they did, up and out the door, Benjy led them to the kitchen, where he cleared the table, and pointed...."Plant him. Who's up?"
Alex moved forward, and he was the one who remembered the K-Y, which he handed to Cory. As he stepped up to the table, Benjy turned Bart onto his belly, and pulled his ass to the table edge, saying, "Go boy! Plow him."
Alex didn't know what the fuck he was doing, and the kids started laughing at him, and he was yanked away by Benjy who pushed Cory into the slot....Cory was ready...and how! In a swift, smoothe move, he buried a 6" poker right through Chip's cream, and Bart just gave up a slight grunt, driven more from the pressure on his stomach from the edge of the table than the cock surge up his valve. Cory was a wild man. Benjy smacked Alex' butt, and said, watch, you dumb bastard, so you know what the fuck to do. You're next.. again!" The table creeped across the kitchen floor as Cory pounded the shit of Bart. "Take me you fuckin' pussy. Cockeatin' queer!" Cory yelled down at Bart, who didn't respond if he heard anything. "Cummin, oh god, ahm cummin'. Uh, unghahlohlll, eeeeesshh! Good, sogood, sogoo-uh-uhosogooood! My God, watta pussy. If I never fuck a girl, I got the best fuckin' awready!" Coming up, he smacked Bart's ass over and over, "What a fuck! What a fuck!" Benjy was pulling him out of Bart, and Cory-cum drolloped to the floor in glops and long strings, as the kids grabbed a wrist or an ankle and followed Benjy to the living room, where Bart was parked backwards, on his shoulders and upper back. His butt was facing the rear of the club chair, and his legs were pulled over his head. They bent his butt down so he was gonna be banged backwards, by Alex, for his 2d try. This time, with the butthole pulsing boy goop, and that pucker inviting Alex with a 'wink' and a bubble, he stood into the chair cushion. Facing away from everybody, to the wall, with the kid's legs under his arms, he drove his boy ram straight down through the goop, and bottomed all in the same move. His knees bent, and he pulled Bart's legs into his pits for support. Bart was gazing straight up at his own balls and dick. "Geez, look at the fucker! His cock's leakin' into his own face! Whatta a fuck-in' horny dude!" yelled Ricky, while filming, sitting on the floor right next to Bart's head where it hung down off the front of the seat. He was sitting with Dave and Billy, who was taking digital shots of every boyblow and reaming, with some of the shots in 30 second sequence. Irresistibly, Rick was up, and with that inviting mouth hanging there, he filled it with boy meat...Dave gawked..."Wow! Ricky, that's so hot!" Dave was standing up now looking down into Bart's cock-stuffed face.
"Shit man...stick your own dick in there...bet he takes 'em both...comeon," Rick yelled.
Dave hesitantly inched forward, and bending his knees down, his dick nudged Rick's and he pulled away. "Comeon Dave...I don't care. You're gonna have to touch my cock if we're both in his mouth same time, asshole!"
Squeamishes be damned, Dave sank in next to Rick. Both boy's got a rush feeling each other's dick rubbing together...and then god, it was Bart's tongue....and lips and sucking and, "Omigod," Rick yelled, pulling out, "I almost cummed! That's just too fuckin' hot." Soon Dave pulled out, trembling himself. Billy had burrowed down between them while they were in Bart, and took sequence shots with the digital. Ricky filmed while they were double-dippin', aiming straight down into Bart's gawking mouth, as those two boy dicks filled it.
The next three rounds took place, first, with Bart on his back, in another chair, the other way now, butt out, facing the room, and his feet pulled back over his head to the seat back of another living room chair, his body forming a 'V'. He looked like a little cherub with his face, framed by his legs, with his neck bent up against the seatback. Ricky serviced the account. Dan held his feet to chairback from behind the chair. Next, Dave bellied Bart down on the couch, driving the kid's own dick between the cushions while be banged the shit out of him, and Bart shot off again. Next boy up was Billy. Benjy had them clear the dining room table, where they spread Bart, legs out and up, and spent no short amount of time taking pictures of his boyhole, first, the oozing teen cream, then getting his pussy to open, hold, and then close, after they pumped him with a pickle from the fridge. That was so hot...the hole would hold open for a few seconds, some cum would then bubble out, and drooze down his butt crack to pool on the table under his toybox, which then closed...and quivered. They held his head up so that each crotch shot framed his face showing between his legs, above his balls and boycunt. Ricky was making a video body tour of Bart, from toenails to nose holes.
Then Billy handed off the digital to Benj, and climbed up, and into Bart, enjoying a butt pounding that rocked the table, creaking under the strain, and there was the constant, 'Screeek, sqeercch, ssshhtccch' of his knees, and Bart's body rubbing the top of the table. "Do you love to fuck for me, faggot? Tell me. Do you? Tell me!
"Uh, um, uh-huh, I-yuh lu-uve tuh fu-uck fa yo-uh-ooo!"
"You fuckin' betchu do, you fuckin' queer, you betchu do. Us boys is gonna be living in your fag holes," Billy yelled through gritting teeth, then went into subdued grunts as he cummed inside the boy. Flexing, flexing, "Ummm, unngh, ahohyeah," then power humped one more time, and slid out and back on his heels. He grabbed Bart's sides, squeezed, bounced him, with an "Oooompph" from Bart, then reached for Chip, and a hand down off the table.
It was Dan's turn. Hmmm. There was somethin' with Dan....from that day in the park. He reached out from the end of the table and pulled Bart up to sitting by his hands, then pulled him toward him, schreeeching the whole way. With his arms around his back, he picked Bart up, chest to chest, helped him off the table, and right down to the carpet. Bart was bigger by about 20 pounds, and taller by about 3 inches, and it was an unlikely sight, but there he was being handled, almost easily, by this boy, clearly, physically, his junior.
Without any direction from Benjy, Dan got right into planting his poker in Bart's pussyhole, down there on the floor. "Oooumpphh," moaned Bart once more, as Dan bottomed his young boy meat into him.
He leaned down into Bart's face, almost touching, saying, "Remember me, fuckboy, remember me? I filled you up the other day...'member?"
"Ummmm, yes, I rrr'..mem-buhh."
"You liked it too, didn't you, queerboy. You liked it!"
"Yuh....yeh...I uh-um liked it...yehhhhhh," Bart exhaled and sighed at the same time as Dan pounded him hard, knocking the wind out of him. Almost like he forgot the camera was recording his powerful boy buttfuck, with his and Bart's upper bodies having creeped under the table, he leaned into Bart's face and cheeked with him, licking the boy's ear, and as he came up face to face, he leaned in and stuck his tongue deep into Bart's mouth. Bart gasped, and sighed reflexively. Dan went into overdrive and short-stroked in a wild craze, seemingly driven by his obvious emotional feeling for Bart, and pumped a tremendous cum into him. Billy was so excited holding the camera, he was shaking, as Dan went into such a frenzied fuck. None of the boys could restrain themselves. Queer or not, they got hot, and pumping, when they watched their bud gettin' a nut with their fagboy.
In a wild finish, Dan pummeled Bartpussy, screaming, "Fuck you! Fuck you, faggot! We gonna keep your boy pussy full, for a long, long time, dirthole!"
Dan slowly, came down from his frenetic boyfuck, and eased back and out of Bart's cum-filled pucker. "Aiiieeeeghhh, ohyeah, uh, ahh," Dan jerked back hearing boy wailing, first felt, then tried to dodge the bolts of joy jam hitting him and Bart, and shooting past the both of them, as five of the kids got off again from Danny's wild, screaming boybanging. Dan skimmed the boy goop from his arm and chest, and finger fed it to Bart, kiddingly ordering him to tell him which boy's cum it was with each feed. Bart just sucked finger cum....his chest still heaving.
Benjy stood facing all the breathless boys, and he slapped hands with all of 'em, as he said, "Dudes, 'dis was a gangbang! We did our first gangbang."
Some kids were yelling, a couple pounded each other's back, punched shoulders, two kids stuck fingers in their mouths and whistled. As Benjy turned and looked down at the ragdoll on the floor that was Bart......he yelled, "Okay, we got some time....who's for a re-bang?!? Chipper.....you wanna take his ass again, boy?"
"Ohhhhhhh!" Bart moaned, as Chip jumped from the pack, kneeled between Bart's legs, and humped that boycunt to new-old glories, revisited. With the goo, slop and sweat oozing from Bart, the schlkky-schlocky sounds of cock driving in and out of boypussy, it had every boy wild again. Tongues hanging out, toes curling in the rug, cocks at the finger-pull, they stared down in a trance, absently dimpling their bubble butts.
As Bart looked up at Chip, he strained his head up, as if trying to say something, but just gave up a huge sigh, and his lips were quivering, as he grunted with the final hard boy butt flexes from Chipper, who yelled, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you, boy. My cock's gotta new home in your hole, fagboy!"
Ben squat-bounced over Bart's face and got a bonus suckoff, bobbing his pud into Bart's gurgling mouth. The last of Benjy's spooge was spurting over Bart's tongue, and down his throat, when the whole mess of kids tightened around them, watching the final bang-a-boy fuck-a-mouth. Half were kneeling, and all of 'em were feeling and touching on the three boys there on the floor. They were all....in a....trance...groping...rubbing....boys.
In a few seconds, Ben was yelling for all the kids to get dressed and get out.
It was 5, and Bart, fucked out, lay on the dining room floor, his butt dripping, hearing the kids running all over his house, dressing, yelling at each other like they were in a fuckin' lockerroom, and in less than 5 minutes........silence. With all he could muster, spit, sweat and cum-soaked, Bart turned onto his knees, crawled, then stood, very shakily. He then made his way through the house, putting as much back in order as he could before his mother got home. All the main rooms were easy, and reset. The biggest problem was his mother's bed....he did his best to change the cum-sweaty sheet, and remake the bed...figuring he could sneak back in later and straighten the bed up to perfect, while his mother made dinner. He took a final pass around the house, and when he came back into the living room, he could smell cum. He quick-opened all the windows to air out the rooms, even the door for a few minutes, while he scurried around dick-flopping and naked. Then he grabbed a damp rag, and wiped the cushions of the chairs, turning them over. He wiped his spooge from the table and carpet in the dining room. God, he was in a frenzy. What did he forget? What did he forget? He was running around in circles. He went to puff up the couch cushions, and felt the cum he shot between them...wiped it, thankfully, he caught that! He ran to the kitchen where he found his sneakers at the foot of the fridge...which had been 'home plate' earlier. He wiped the cum glops off the floor, moved the table back to the center, and reset it. After slamming the front door shut again, he just pulled the door shut to that terrible mess in his room, before getting in the shower, to clean and soothe himself.
With a towel around him as he left the bathroom, his mother came through the front door, and Bart was terrified, when he spied his T-shirt hanging from the hall mirror. He breathed a sigh of relief as she walked right past it and kissed him a hello, and went to her room. He tore barefoot in his towel, down the hall, grabbed the T-shirt, and then saw his sock in the coat tree....shit! and the other one behind the table. He now strolled casually, if not a little bow-legged for the wear, back to that drying, cumsloppy mess in his room. He just pulled the spread to the floor, made a mental record to get those ties back to his parents' room, threw himself to the bed, nuzzling his face into his pillow, and geez, that young fucker was humping his blanket....after all that play! A fuckin' fuckboy was Bart. A fuckin' Fuckboy!!
The alarm went off on Shane's desk....Adam was up in a fright, on his knees, in 'fuckboy'. As Shane woke and stretched, there was no hiding his pleasure, as he looked upon that bright shining face of the best friend who was soon to be draining his cock in every way.
Casey was fidgety. Sitting on the edge of his bed, not having orders to 'fuckboy' this morning, but knowing that Adam was probably the play for Shane...he still worried about whether he should go to Shane's room. Shaking it off, he reached for his cargoes, and padded barefoot to the door...hoping going for breakfast would be okay.
Zach was up and at 'em like a fireball! He came flying downstairs, so bright and cheery, even his mother was surprised. He ate everything in site, and soon was outside with a tennis ball and his glove, taking flys off the roof. He was into a full skin-shiney sweat in just his gym shorts and sneaks by the time he saw Stevie coming across the drive.
Zach brightly waved, and hollered, "Hey, boy...'sup?"
Not as chipper, Stevie sort of slinked toward Zach, and as he came up to him, he held out his hand to shake, saying, "Sorry I wasn't here for you yesterday. I promised and wasn't here. I'm really sorry, Zach."
Zach stopped and put his arm around his shoulder, and bent down looking up into Steve's face, "Hey, it's ok. I'm fine. Really. I do need you to talk to, but, I'm ok. Let's go sit down."
Zach dropped his glove, and the ball rolled away, as the kids made their way to the back of the yard. They sat down against the big maple tree, facing away from the house, hidden from view.
"Stevie, first, I am okay. But...I'm in the middle of something very serious, I think. And... I think you can help me, even if it's just to let me tell you all that's happened...but I'm begging you to never think about telling anybody else....and don't hate me."
Steve was getting pained, worried....even scared...as he looked into Zach's face.
Bart was naked, sitting at his 'puter. He had stayed off his computer all night as Billy ordered. He read the e-mail from his own ID to him: "Cocksucker----you can use this ID and password, but do not delete it without permission. Check out your pics. You going to be a internet star, faggot!! You sent all your shots to all us boys, for us to keep SAFE for you." He sucked air when he opened to the scenes of his body, his face, his mouth, there, in all their splendor, contortions, cocks, cum....scene....after scene ....after scene.... "Godddddddd," he breathed out. At first, his hands to his cheeks, like that kid in the ad for the 'Home Alone' movie. Then his heart started to pounding out of his chest, he found it harder and harder to get a breath.....and he was....he was...."Uh, ungh, huhngh, uhh," wackin'. The fucker shot off all over the place!!
From the porch at Stevie's house, Stevie's dad, Bob, looking worried, rubbed the front of his shorts as he drank a cup of coffee, standing there, watching his son go behind the tree with Zach's arm around him...........
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