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Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 17.
"We fucked and all nice, my man....but yuh know that don't change nuthin'....yur still a fuckboy....my fuckboy."
Steve nodded, with yet a bright and anxious look at his longtime friend.
"Now get to the floor, on yer knees...you know, like it'll always be fum now on. Crawl anytime you move in here. Go to the door, and check for an empty hall and bathroom. Crawl over and get the water ready for my shower. You'll be washin' and tonguin' me a lot from here on, boy! Later on we'll work out when you'll come up in the mornings and service my cock and other needs 'fore school. Oh, and there'll be times I'll need your mouth at school, and right here afta school, too. Got that?"
"Oh, yes SIR...Zach, sir!" and Stevie dropped to a crawl to the door, and then was tail-waggin' across the hall to the shower.
When Zach got to the bathroom, Steve was on his knees, hands and feet crossed, head down, tongue out, waiting for the master he'd been waiting to serve, maybe, well, for at least a few years.....
Later that day......
"H'lo."
"Hey, Benj....Danny.....busy?"
"Nah, jus' here beatin' ma meat," Benjy answered.
"How's'bout I come over, and beat it wit'cha?" Dan said.
"Fuckin' eh...comeon over."
"'Lo."
"Fuckboy."
"Yessir," Zach answered.
"Shane says you got the duty in the morning...be on the corner on time," Casey told him.
"Yessir....I will."
'Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," Casey's room intercom went off. "Yeh?" Casey answered.
"You're fuckboy in the mornin', whizzer. Be here," Shane yelled.
"Yessir, Shane, sir, yessir."
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 17.
"Hey man," Benjy greeted Danny at the door, and they shuffled into Benjy's room at the back of the house.
As they went in, Dan saw that his prey was in reach....Benj's 'puter was on...and it was home screen, so with some quick moves he could get to the picture files of 'boyfriend' Bart. His devious mind was whirring like a fine tuned engine. He wanted to keep Benjy away from changing anything on the 'puter, but get him away, after while, so he could do the delete deal.
After some meaningless diddlin' around, boy style, Benjy wanted to play some pool or ping pong. Dan was for that...anything to clear the room. They headed out to the basement playroom, and got into some intense play, and had the game on TV and stuff, and really got into what looked like it would be about a good ways into the evening.
Benjy got soda and snacks and shit, and then sat to watch the game for a while...at that point, Dan excused himself to pee. Once up the stairs, he figured he'd need less than a minute....in a flash he hauled ass down the hall, into Ben's files, and the ease came from Billy, who sent them all with the same name....so there it was....and he wiped it....and took off for the bathroom, a piss, a flush and whoooosh, down the stairs, with 2 more sodas for them.
Things droned on for another 1/2 hour, and 2 drained sodas.
Benjy was forever scratching his balls, and rubbing his crotch. He always was a touchy feely kid, amongst their little 8 boy crew of fun wackers.
Then he said, "Man, dude, ahm horny....you?"
"You tellin' me ah make you horny, man?" Danny funned at Ben, who smacked him backhanded.
"You fuckin' asshole. You keep mouthing like that man, and I'll put it to some use right'chere which is prob'ly what you came over fer in'a first place," grabbing the back of Danny's neck, faking making him take his meat.
In a flurry of hand slapping and jumpin' and bumpin and bangin' around til they were both on the floor, rollin' round....laughing and snortin' and gasping, Danny ended up sitting on top of Benjy, who looked up and said, "Hey, man, wanna get each other off?"
Dan made like he was thinking it over, then slowly worked his hand behind him, and started rubbing Ben's jean's front. With that Ben opened up Dan's pants right there in front of him. All, or at least most, I think, of the 8 boys had played around some with another boy in their group, so this was not so 'wierd'....they had all started at the pond one time when they were 9 or 10, and they all stripped off and circle-whipped....getting the funs out of watching their little weiners get hard and of course, Benjy was the one to say after a 'cum' (nobody shot anything), let's take our hands off and watch 'em all jump around. Godddddd! Hold your breath....can't you just see that! 8 hard young cocks, bobbin' around after a jackoff....lemme get a grip....
Well, anyways, since then, at one time or other, the 8 dudes, and even them with other kids, thought nuthin' of a friendly wack between boys.
The first time they ever banged any boy was Bart, and none ever admitted to suckin' off anybody....
With both their meats out now, and in hand, Ben was pumping Dan, and Dan was massagin' Ben. When Dan felt Ben getting fired under him, and hunching up against his butt....he couldn't believe himself...his boldness....and he took hold of Benjy's hand while it still held Dan's prick....and bent it down while reaching under the kid's head, and pulling it up to meet his meat. Benjy was increasingly fighting the head pull as well as the press down of Dan dick, hard-held by both their hands.
In a strange almost otherworldly kind of moment, it seemed like both their minds blanked, and Dan's prick eased over Benjy's lips, and the combined sensation of the first tongue-feel, and the knowledge this was Benjy's wiseass mouth he was in, Dan shot one of the wildest, fastest cums ever. Benjy was so stunned he choked and gagged, and only after his teary eyes cleared and he regained his breath did he really get the first conscious taste of boy prick....and cum, for that first time....and before Ben could even think about getting angry.... Danny was already humping up another load for him, stretching out and pushup driving into Benjy, whose hands worked inside Danny's pants and he played with his new toy like it was play clay, molding and massaging, and eating and gulping, and Danny kept telling him, "You love it don't you Ben...you really love boy prick, doncha? Tell me how much you love my dick....tell me Benjy....."
"Uh, huh, ohhh, huh, ohhhh, Dan...Danny....huh, my breath man, uh, I yeh, it's it's great, man, suck cum man, sucked cum.....dick....cock.....good, man, phwuluff," and he went deeper now, with his new cock buddy......
As Zach stepped into the shower, Stevie crawled in and stuck his now shower sprayed face up into Zach's pussycrotch. Zach couldn't believe the impression he got when he looked down, with water cascading off him, seeing his balls spread all over Stevie's forehead, while the rest of his face, and "Oh! Omigod....Stevie....that's, omigod! Toooo much!" Zach screeched down at the boy whose tongue had surged up into Zachpussy with such a sensually charged thrust, he actually came up on his toes and grabbed the wall for balance. Now as he settled down to his heels again, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, as Stevie wormed his boy tongue through his toyhole muscle and swiped and swirled, and curled his rasper into a raging, pumping fucktool, pistoning in and out and in and out, and Zach was fast losing it and just as he reached down to pump his rockhard prick, Stevie grabbed it himself and started pumping it like mad, and, and, and, "Ohhhhhhhh, Stevie, I can't ohhh, I can't......believe...." and a fiery shot of cum 'Splat'ed through the shower spray so hard, it glopped in tact, on the glass shower door, and started to slowly drooze down.
The rest of Zach's goop was rinsing through Steve's straight, matted dark hair, off his shower spray pelted forehead.
The rest of the their shower was one of soap and lather and boy rinsing, which Stevie gave a special finishing treat by getting all the way down to the base of the tub, and licking the tops of Zach's feet and tongue darting in between all his toes, giggling up his new master. With the shower off, Steve crawled out and waited with a big towel for Zach who he dried. Zach took the towel then, dropped it over Steve's back like a horse blanket, and climbed aboard his fuckboy, and said, "A'kay, horsy, let's open the door and check for 'rent spies....then get us back to the stable fer some fine boybangin'. Gid'yup! Fucknag!"
Knee clopping up to the bed, Zach made Steve make galloping noises, "Cloppity! Cloppity! Clop," once the bedroom door was locked, while carrying him to the bedside.
Zach stepped off, and as he sat to the bed, he said, "Open up Fuckboy, gotta piss man."
Stevie just sunk under his master, jutting his face out, with his lower lip right on the cock tip, looked up and blinked, as if to say, "I'm ready to drain you, sir."
Zach took the boy's head in both hands, and fed his meat through those wide open lips, and nodded...Steve nodded...and Zach began to let go. Ummmm, a piss sometimes is better than sex, eh? Well, if yuh really gotta go bad....and Zach's eyes closed as he threw back his head and hosed his fuckboy's throat down. When he looked back down at the former mere neighbor boy become fuckboy, to be at his feet, to do his bidding, at his every command...he could hardly believe it. 'Oh, man,' he thought to himself, 'Ahma fuckboy, wit' a fuckboy......I love it so much being my Masters' fuckboy.... I know jus' how Stevie feels right now with my meat, mannnnnn, look at my meat....whut a cock! My cock! I love my cock! Oh man, gettin' hard, oh, um, lessee if Stevie's ready for another jazzoff?'
Zach was still staring down. Stevie's eyes came up and met Zach's, and Zach bobbed his hardening slab up and down, first on the boy's palate, then tongue, and up and down, and Stevie knew, and closed his mouth and first his tongue swabbed over that boydick, and then the suction, vacuuming, and now the unmistakable headbobbing facefuck, and Zach pushed his clammy tightening hands down into the mattress, pushing his tail up and driving his prick higher...deeper in his fuckboy's face....and deeper still...a hand behind Stevie's head, and "Gwawwkk!" Stevie'd been throat pronged!
Zach held the boy's head, as his fuckboy started to jerk around, and whispered, "Breathe through your nose, Fuckboy....your nose. Don't fight this. Fuckboys need to throat their masters, so let's be on it, Fuckboy! Got it??!"
Scared and trembling and still trying instinctively, to get off it, Stevie, nodded, still throat cocked. And, and there was a calming...and Zach felt Stevie's tongue sliding along the underside of his handsome dick. While still holding Steve's head, he said, "Now, Fuckboy, you need to swallow over my boy pleaser...fucker....keep swallowin' till my cock feels like it's gonna 'splode in there, and then, and THEN....your new Master will be be comin' into his Fuckboy....and making him soooo happy, YES!!!???"
Swallowing and 'glucking' and snortin' the fuckboy nodded. 'YES!'
Zach's cum was the most violent of his young life. HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!!! It started so normal, it seemed, the tingle, the building.....that need to hurry it off....omigod.... ....thennnnnnn....Stevie swallowed that 'nother more time, and hit Zach at the mid-cock pulse, before that pulse, before the pulse, when the rockets go off......and he bucked clear off the bed, and again, and Stevie's throat was hanging on that beatutiful throbbing cockhead, and on the 3d pulse, Zach screamed so loud and smacked poor Stevie fuckboy's head 3, 4, 5, 6 times in his exuberance......and fell back on the bed.....Stevie's throat coming up over his belly and bare pubes with him.
Zach stayed almost as hard as he was before he shot off, and he slipped finally, to Steve's joy, out of that impaled throat.
Zach pulled Stevie the rest of the way up on top of him, kissed his lips, and said, "You happied me you little fucker...like I nevah been happied before!" One more tongue surge into fuckboy mouth, and Zach pushed Steve's shoulders...."Down Fuckboy, geddown..... that's enough tongue funnin'....you got lot's servin' tuh do tonight."
Stevie slid back down into 'fuckboy' and waited at the side of Zach's bed, and, he looked at Zach's feet there, hanging off the bed where the cummed out boy was sprawled. His tongue slipped from his lips and over some boy toes....then more, then he sucked several into his mouth, and the drool started from his lower lip. Stevie just needed to be a Fuckboy! Keeping his hands and feet tightly clasped behind him, he worked all the toes of Zach's right foot into his mouth sucking like a vacuum. His own cock was hard as steel, and tight to his belly as he continued to lean in to his Master's foot, and to suck, and chew, and swab boy toes like mad. Zach was heating up himself from the sensations, and started whippin' his wick again.... as now Stevie moved to the left foot, squirreling under and licked from the heel to the toes, which he wolfed as soon as his tongue got there. He chew-bit his boy-master's two middle toes, and got a yelp from Zach, before his tongue quickly swirled and soothed, then glommed all 5 toes inside his fuckboy to soak with spit, and drool over. Stevie just kept hearing 'Beautiful!" over and over echoing in his head as he continued to obsess over master boy feet.
As Zach was cascading down the slippery slope to orgasmic glory while pumping to the 'schlkky' beat of slurping tongue suck, he just slid from the bed, and with hands to both shoulders, laid his fuckboy back and over, then drove himself between Stevie's legs, which he brought up over his shoulders....all in one continuing motion to the point when his pummel pounder sunk into toypussy and bottomed in Stevie to his tearful glee. Zach then slowed himself way down, and there on the floor, proceeded to deliver his first pure love fuck to his boyserf. He sent Stevie into crazed desire over and over by fucking him a full 45 minutes, in slow and deliberate strokes to the depths of his fuckboy's very soul...at one point he went through a 5 minute thrust and pull....removing his prick entirely, emptying his toy's hole, actually making Stevie feel so lost and alone in those waiting seconds of void, he would cry out, till the forceful power prod shot through the still gaping, winking, swollen boy fuckhole. Each time, Steve yowled for joy at being made whole once again with his master.
Soon after, Zach took off on a cum rocket till he shot his load so hard through Stevie.... it should've blasted out the back of his skull.
Zach, recovering his breath, looked down at Stevie whose eyes were closed, for what seemed to be a very long time. Actually, Zach's eyes traveled the length and breadth of his fuckboy's body...studying each and every part before him...knowing that each and every part now belonged to him....his mind imagining the joy of having this boy be his for as far into the future as the eye could see.
At long last, Zach undocked and had Stevie crawl between his legs to clean Zachieprick, so they could be ready for Steve to explore his master. Zach then got back up on the bed and lay out, spread wide....arms and legs....as he told his serfsuck to begin at his hair, and tongue'xamine every part of Zach's body, and tell Zach what he was licking, how it tasted, what it looked like, and all, till he finished the little toes of his feet.
Stevie was more than salivating with anticipation, as he squatted behind Zach's head on the pillow and told him about the straight black hairs he found there and how they smelled and tasted, as he moved down to the forehead, eyes, ears and neck. Ooooophhh! His tongue oozed into Zach's ear, and Zach's head turned right into it, and nudged up....you know. Steve's tongue was all over and everywhere and fast and slow and serving and caressing, swirling and sucking. He told Zach about his eyes, his ears and nose, his bare pits, and how beautiful they were, with their bare hairs. Zach was looking up into Steve's chest as he leaned over from behind to lick'scribe his Master's parts....the tit nubs, chest crease, belly button, bare pubes, ohhhhhhhh....so pretty!
Now he moved all the way 'round till he was between Zach's legs, held the boy's once again hard prick, and told Zach how beautiful it was. Wicking the helmet-crown with tongue darts, and telling how hard, yet velvet smooth it felt, and the ripple feel of the ridges underneath. How young-boy smooth and pinky-white it was, with only the hint of the blue-purple of veins, as it strongly rooted into his soft, hairless ballsack. Stevie tasted the nutpouch, sucked all the loose skin into his mouth, and chewed on it till his Master whined, working his tongue up into Zach's pussyhole....that hole that had been home to Adam...and Casey....and Tommy....and.....and Stevie's own dad even, daddy Bob.....and, of course.....Shane.
Zach went into dreams of past days....and plays....the teepee....the beach....the car.... the school lot....Shane's room....Casey's room....Stevie's bed....and was wakened as Stevie had already sucked into the back of Zach's knees and was chew-licking there. Zach's feet were in the air above his head, as he thrilled to the sensations Steve delivered, and watched his toes wiggle and curl and squiggle. Now he watched as Stevie started to rise with his tongue attached to Zach's calves like a kid who stuck his tongue on a frozen light pole, and who licked up to the achilles and heels of Zach's feet describing their feel soft-firm feel all the way. Steve was fully standing as he worked Zach's feet and toe bottoms. Zach's arms were folded under his head as he reveled in Steve's mouth tour. Stevie was now in a wild craze, sucking and licking the feet bottoms, and a pool of spit had actually puddled in the instep of the cupped foot he worked on....and then finally done, he sucked all his passion spit from Zach's feet and knelt down, breathless, heaving, into 'fuckboy' there, on the bed, between his boy master's legs which he had lowered to either side of him.
Man, with school in a few hours, a whole day of fuckboy service ahead for himself, Zach patted the bed for Stevie to move up next to him.
Steve crawled up, and settled, as Zach's face came over his. Looking down into Stevie's face, he asked him, "Whut are you, boy?"
"Fuckboy, sir. Yer, fuckboy, master, sir...Zach, sir."
With a resounding chest slap to his boy, Zach rolled him over, saying, "That you are, Fuckboy.....THAT...YOU...FUCKIN'...ARE!!"
Zach's boyrammer slid through fuckboy pussylips as they punctuated their first night of Stevie's service. Zach's breath heated and dampened Stevie behind his right ear, and as Zach rocked into steady boyrut, he chewed Steve's ear, stuck it in and wormed his tongue as Stevie just turned into it, cooed, and Zach said, "This is good for you, Fuckboy, isn't it? You need cock don'tchu, Fuckboy?"
Stevie moaned, and whined up into a tiny little siren, crying, "Oooooooooo, Zachieeee..... cock...sir....yes....fuck, cock, ohyeh, ohyeh, fuck me, sir, I love to fuck fur you sir!" he wailed, as he buried his face into the pillow smells of his boy master, and took Zach's love jam, one more time, in the glow of fuckboy joy.
'Brrrrrrannnnnnnggggggg!'
Jeeeeee-sussss, Casey couldn't believe how loud that fuckin' alarm was in the morning...particularly as early as it was. Man he had to get his ass into Shane before his big brother-master's alarm went off. He wanted to serve his Master....but he sure wished it didn't have start so loud....and so early.
He hit the floor with both barefeet, into the bathroom for his requisite morning piss, and took off with boxers flailing away from his thighs like windsock s down to Shane's room. At the door, he got to his knees, opened the door, waddled inside, closed and locked the door. He crawled to the left side of Shane's bed, stripped his boxers, then crossed his feet, and clasped his hands behind him, head down, tongue out, naked..... 'fuckboy' at the ready.
Just then Shane's alarm shocked the both them. Shane's feet even kicked up there under the sheet from the shock....his head jerked up, too. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, rubbed his cock through the sheet, which he threw off, and then, on seeing Casey at his bedside, broke into a big smile...."FUCKBOY!!!!! Whut a pretty site for yur big brother. Le's go, boy, do the duty...I'm bustin'."
With that he swung his feet to the floor, and Casey moved forward to take his Master's piss hard to its relief.
Between Shane's cock girth and his racehorse like piss, Casey had all to do to drain the boy without any leaks....which were not tolerated. Casey in that one week since his being installed as fuckboy, had learned well to chug, man. He was gonna do a beer can proud when he grew up.
After what seemed like for-fuckin'-ever, Shane was dry. He hiked his knees up and swung back on the bed, and said, "Let's get on it boy...rodeo time."
Casey crawled quickly up onto the bed, stood, straddling his brother, and then as he lowered his boytail, Shane cupped his palms under his cheeks while Casey reached behind him and under for Shane's impaler. Round peg fitted neatly to round hole, and the rodeo was on...."Ride'em, fuckboy!!!" Shane yelled up to his l'il brother.
"Oh, god. Ohgod, sir!"
"Wrong prayer, boy!" Shane corrected Casey. The correct prayer is: "Fuckme, sir! Fuck me, Master! Fuck me, Master, Shane, SIR!!!!"
"Oh, yes, sir...fuck me, sir! Fuck me, Master! Fuck me, Master, SIR!!! Ohhhhhhh, I love to fuck for my Master, Sir!!!" Casey cried out in his growing tingling, burning, butt-pleasure pain....."Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod, oh fuck me....please fuck me Sir!!!!" As tears poured from Casey's eyes, he squealed in joy, his toes curled, and he redoubled his bounce-aboy-fuckrut, wailing in harmony with Shane, "Ohmygod my Master, I love to fuck so much for my Master!!"
Casey's right hand was a blur on his toytool as he shot wad after wad of boyjelly ever'where.
Of course, Shane's tune was of different lyrics, but his resoundin' pound-a-boy schtumph of his little brother brought him to great new heights of boyjoyjammin'. "You little fucker....you make Master so happy...please me pussyhole, and take, uh, unggghhh, pphhfftt, ohyeah, take me you little cunt, ohhhhhhhhh, mannnnnnnnn!"
After a long moment, their muscles relaxed, toes and feet uncurled, and breathing steadied. The shimmering sun of room returned to its normal morning brightness, rather than the golden glow it assumed during a happy young boy's cum.
Without being told, Casey slipped off his brother, a thumb up his hole to plug brother drooze, and on all fours, cleaned Shane's fuckrod of boytail slime and cum goo, then set about fingering out his pussyhole of the boyshot up there. He was approved by Master Shane, when he stuck his middle finger all the way up his box, and showed it cleaned of jizz to Shane, who smacked his butt and told him to go get the shower on.
Casey did the shower crawl, water temp check, bowed till his brother stepped in, crawled in and under his big brother, and sucked his butt hole out from under him looking like one of those portable stick seats golf spectators use, his face subbing for the seat. Man! Could that boy suck ass! His tongue worked his big brother's hole so fine that Shane was at full prong before Casey crawled out of him to wash his body. Shane thought the better of getting off then, 'cause he remembered the fun and games planned in the car with fuckboy Zach, who'd be waiting on the corner in about 20 minutes, for a new round, of Zach gets to serve!
Dried and dressed, Shane had sent his little fuckboy off to his room to get ready for school.
They both grabbed some cereal and hit the street....Casey to his bus....he smiled thinking of his upcoming round with fuckboy Zach, too......hmmmmm....10 AM in the boys room. Casey reached back to his butt, squeezed it, and wigged it and tightened it once, sorta reliving his Master's joystick from just moments ago. In his pocket, his other hand was warming his boypud....yeh, like it needed warmin'.
Shane shot out the drive behind the wheel of his SUV, and off to pick up Adam, Tom, and ultimately....Zach.
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