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 18
The morning was a new joy for Stevie. He'd slept over with Zach before, but this was truly boy heaven. He didn't realize Zach had woke and hit the bathroom, before returning with the cum-hardened boxers he'd swapped with Stevie. Now he sent Steve to the bathroom, and told him to make it snappy....
The poor kid hurried so fast, he was still drippin' from his dobber when he climbed back on the bed, and Zach picked up his legs, while dropping the boxers on his belly. Stevie swooned with the feel of buddy boy skin in the morning....first thing....another of his dreams come true. That other dream he never knew enough about to dream, was unfolding now, once more, as Zach slid his rod of joy into Stevie...."Ahhhhh," Zach moaned, "soooo goooood, pussyboy. Fuckin' you, boy.....fuckin' you fa breakfast, Fuckboy." With a rat-a-tat-a-tat pump pummel of Stevie that made the kid grunt, "Uh, uhuhuh, ungh, ungh, ohhhh," Zach yowled, "Fuck you, fuck you, fucccccckkkkk...... youuuuuuuuuuuuu!" as he jutted, hard into the boy that one last time, trembling all over as his cum wads surged through boy pussy muscle.
The blurred eyes cleared, his face slick with sweat, he looked into Stevie's bouncing, glowing face there on the pillow, as his whipping hand finished off his boypud to a cum into Zach's 'loaner' underwear. Zach had the biggest grin as he bucked when Stevie's cum-pulsing boyhole squeezed over his sensitive prickhead, 'causing yet another beautiful boy'sation from their first ever sleepover morning fuck.....and Stevie's first as fuckboy.
Zach whacked Stevie's butt, and shoveled him out of bed, and home to get ready for school.....and to leave those freshly sopped boxers in his laundry, eh?
Zach didn't know what the end of the day would be like, so he told Stevie to report that afternoon, in 'fuckboy,' only when he saw Zach get home from school, if it wasn't dinner time.
Stevie greeted his folks in the kitchen, with a kiss to his mom, in a flyby to his room, a shower and change. His dad's eyes followed his waggin' butt as he hurried out to his room....and his nose caught a whiff of joy jelly. Bob got up from the table, cock pronging in his pants, and with his coffee, stood at the doorway...listening for the shower. Hearing it on, he hit the stairs, quaking, he took the stairs, coffee and all, 2 at a time....slowly making his way past the shower to make sure Steve wasn't still in his room....then, pwhoosh....he sailed into Steve's room and his eyes were everywhere.....his heart pounding....trembling....nothing by the bed, he dove to the bedside...under the bed...nothing. He was panicking! He rushed to the closet...the laundry....those boxers....were they? He shakily brought them to his nose. Ohhhhhh! Godddddd! He ran out....he needed to....couldn't wait....out of the room, down the stairs....out the door....to the car!!
Mannnnn! He'd lost a lotta coffee from that cup bounding around the house with it. He smiled to himself, as he closed the car door and went back in for a coffee refill, before leaving for work. Stevie would still have a half hour before the bus. As he started back up the steps, Bob saw Zach already walking up the street....what the fuck??!
Zach was squeaky clean, his underwear and socks in his backpack...smart fuckboy that he was....shuffling his feet, as he waited, then got that heart pulse when he saw Shane's SUV come into sight. A big day in life of a fuckboy....about to begin....
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 18.
Shane pulled to the curb, and as Zach started to pull the door latch, the rear door swung open, and a boy inside roared, "Getcher fag ass, in here, Fuckboy, and get naked!"
Zach was almost used to bad treatment from his master boys, but still got a twinge of personal pain, and anxiety from being screamed at and called names. He hurried to the back of the truck and put a knee up, when Adam grabbed an arm and the backpack, and yanked him up and across the deck. Then he pulled the door shut, and Shane hit the gas. Adam was pulling Zach's sneaks off, while the boy was pulling the rest of his clothes off, with a hand from Tommy in the front seat hanging over the seat back and yanking the kid's shirt over his head.
Zach's head was planted face up in between the front seats on the console, right where Shane and Tommy could 'wet willie' his ears and finger his mouth. Adam, with his shorts and boxers around his ankles, straddled Zach's chest, and jammed his 5 1/2" steel-hard dude right through Zach's lips.
"Ucchpphh!" Zach sucked.
Tommy said, "Dudes, this fucker just don't look right less'n he got a cock in his face, ya know?"
They all laughed and slapped hands as they continued to school. The routine changed from last time out, and when Adam nutted, practically convulsing, propelling him almost through the space between the seats after his wracking cum, Tommy pushed him back, and told Zach, "Getcher fuckboy ass down here on the floor fronna me."
Zach scrambled his naked boy through the seats and slipped down to the floor, on his knees, and was getting Tom's cock into his mouth. Tommy had pulled out in readiness and boy hornies, to wait for this very moment, and as his cockhead disappeared under Zach's upper lip, Tom yanked his head down and humped up, yelling, "Open, fuckwad...I want that throat hole!"
"Ahhhhhcccckkkk! Gwawwwk! Cughch! Ccchh! Schmmorck!"
Zach was gagging....snortin' from trying to breathe through his nose...and man, he sure couldn't cough with that 6 inch plug in his airway.
Zach was getting scared from his difficulty and started grating and digging finger nails into Tommy, before he punched the kid's legs and tried to pull his face off the prick monster. In almost a relief, Tommy leaned first up, then slammed back as he shot off deep inside Zach, "Omigod! Oh my goddddddddd! Uhyehuhyeh! Take me you fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Tommy cried.
A most violent tear-jerking cum for the young kid, and now the spasm bucking in Zach's swollen throat around the still over-sized post cum cockhelmet.
Zach was swallowing and swallowing still, and Tom was hysterical with too much joy, and finally with both hands pushed Zachieface off his crazed prick with such force, needed to overcome the incredible suction, that Zach's head smacked against the dash.
Fuckin' Shane laughed so hard, his knees doubled up on him and he actually took his foot off the gas. The sudden slowing, sent Zach's head back into the dash again, and now they all laughed again.
Then Shane was reaching under the seat, and pulled out some lotion. Handing it to Zach, he said, "Grease up, shit fer brains, we gonna have us some ham slammin.'" Adam and Tommy now became super alert to the surprise circus entry about to unfold.
Zach gooped up his pussy slot, while Shane was tellin' him, "Get me out dirthole, and get you ready to be sitting down on your favorite joystick, Fuckboy."
Zach got Shane's big boy tool out, and just then Shane was turning onto the road that paralleled the ballfields. He pulled up and stopped behind the bleachers, and pushed the seat back from the wheel. Zach knee-stepped over Shane's legs, a hand to boy meat, a hand to his pucker. Whining with tears refilling his eyes, he slid down over the cock that owned his young ass til he was sitting in Shane's prickly pubes.
He exhaled with his eyes closed, tears streaming down his face, and when he opened them, Shane humped him once, as hard as he could....then, said, "Ride, Fuckboy....RIDE!"
Adam and Tom were shaking their heads in disbelief as they watched their best bud, fuck a dude against the steering wheel. Zach was bounce-riding him a frenzied fuckin' now, and was getting hard from having his own joy button rubbed. He went breathless, panting, starting to pull his own pud, while gripping the back of Shane's neck, Shane yelled, "You little motherfucker....if you cum on me, you'll get beat worse than you were gonna get for not shaving your pussy better."
Oh shit! With the fun with Stevie and all, he forget to do his own maintenance shave....and he wanted Stevie to do it, too. Meantime, he pulled his hand off his dick, and covered his cockhead to prevent any jam spammin'.....and any extra whippin'. Geez, his mind started spinning...he'd never been beaten before....and he hoped Shane was just mouthin'.
Just then Shane's face burrowed into Zach's neck, and Zach felt that 7 inch rocket swell, and the boy hump-spasm into him. It sure didn't take much to get Shane off, horned as he was all the time, let alone the warm-ups he watched this morning.
Then without even unpluggin', Shane started the engine and guided the truck over to the sparse back parking lot slowly, with being way back from the pedals, and having to peer around Zach's head. As he reached a spot to park, he shut down and just sat there, his face back into Zach's shoulder, cooling down. The excitement of the forbidden, in the open, had drained him more than just his power cum. "Fuckboy, one day soon, we's comin' back here and we gonna pound yer pussy right proper, eh?" he humped 2-3 times real quick like in to the boy.
Zach moaned, resignedly, his head hanging behind Shane's neck, "Yessir."
"Shit man, some fuckin' dude's runnin' fer us, Shane," Tom yelled, "get him off yuh, hurry up, man!"
Too late, and as they looked up fearing a teacher or something, they all howled and Shane put his hand out the window and Colin slapped it, while with his other hand, he covered Zach's face....and from the back, Adam threw Zach's shirt over his head. Then Col leaned in and smelled the cum, "Hol-leeeeeee........duuuuuuude! You fuckin' ass right here in your seat? You da man. You da mannnnnnnn!" and they slapped hands again.
Colin bent his knees, crouched with hands between his legs like a doggie in rut, and grabbed his crotch, moving his snake flat up against his belly, and said, "Please, dude. Pleeeease......lemme fuck him. Gawd I am soooooo fuckin' ready to pump this fucker's asshole! Man...ahm so horned...I'd do anything.....pleeeeeease! Puh-leeeeeeeease, lemme fuck him."
Shane said, "You want him?"
"God, oh yeah....please....."
"Blow me," Shane said casually.
Colin, shot up straight and stared at Shane's face for sincerity....then disbelief....then... ....then....every kid in the car held his breath....every kid there knew what this was all about....."Fuck you, man! I ain't no queer!" Colin yelled, turned on his heel, and took off across the lot to school.
There was a collective exhale, as the kids came down from the 'big moment'. Adam and Tom grabbed their packs and started for class....Shane lifted Zach up and off his still hard peter, and said...."Geddown there fuckweed, and clean yer ass off me."
On his knees, Zach did the duty, after which Shane parked his prick, zipped up, and told Zach, "Getcher ass dressed and over to school. Be back here lunch time, fer extra 'training'. Lock up the truck 'fore you leave." With that, Shane took off for class as Zach scrambled back through the seats to the deck in back and his clothes. He was feeling Shane's spoo oozing from his butt, and reached back to clean himself...then looking around for a rag or towel...he just shrugged and licked his fingers. What a fuckboy. Then, with a middle finger up his toolbox, he wormed around, pulled out, and sucked it into his mouth, coated with Shane slop. WHAT A FUCKBOY!
Colin was raging...and stompin' around his locker 'n shit, gettin' ready for class, and talking to himself. "I'll get that fucker in gym....like last time....and I'll make sure that fuckin' Shane sees it all!" [Colin had always thought the kid that blowed him in Shane's truck last week, was Bart...so he natuarally thought that the kid in the truck this morning was Bart, too...annnnnnd, he was gonna be HIS, in 2 hours....horns or no...he could wait....for THIS].
As Zach sucked off his finger in the back of Shane's truck, Stevie's dad had headed out for work, but before backing out of the garage, he pulled out Stevie's cummy boxers, and went dizzy from just holding them to his face and breathing in the fumes of boy sex, and the knowing of the 'wrong' of it all. After lonnnnnng moments, he came out of it, and the shorts, then gently opened the cloth and spread it over the steering wheel so's not to miss a single cum spot. The cum smell was overwhelming him, but he pressed on, and with each find, his tongue swiped it up, and then he'd suck the fabric spot into his mouth to lick...till all he could taste was spit and cloth....then on to find more. He was crazed with the final and biggest spot, which still hadn't completely oozed through and was pearly and goppy, sitting up on the cloth. As he sucked the whole spot into his mouth, and swirled it with his tongue, he pulled out his prick and beat himself to a fabulous shootoff. His head flung back against the seat, his butt bucking his prick through his fingers, cum oozing down his big hand, his panting starting to ease, the boy boxers hanging from his mouth....he closed his eyes....he could still smell his boy there....and.... ZACH! Man! A professional boy eater knows his cummers!
Finally......snapped to, he took those joy-filled boxers and wiped himself up, then putting them to the floor, started the engine.
Over at Middle School, things were cool as Zach made his way to his gym locker. Soon he was naked and making his way to the toilet stall. He knocked. The latch opened, and the door swung open. There, seated with his gym shorts and jock at his ankles, was Casey hand flexing his boy pole.
"Lock it up you dumb bastard." Zach flipped the latch on the stall door.
"Gob your hole cuntboy," Casey ordered, and Zach spit on his fingers and slipped them up his crack, and felt some residual Shane stickum, as he slipped the fingers in his already primed hole.
As he looked back to Casey, he was ordered to spit slop some boy master cock. He bent over, and took Casey in his mouth and swabbed and licked his meat.
"Awright! Awright! Sit on it faggot, and let's shoot me off this here seat. Let's go 'pogo' boy," Casey smiled, and bust out laughing so hard he had to cover his own mouth when he looked into Zach's face while the kid bungee jumped his ass on boycock, while Casey just sat there flexing his ham hock up fuckboy pussy.
Casey was closing in on his final countdown to cumoff, when he saw Zach start pulling off his own pud.....and smacked his hand....then his face....pointing and saying, "No getting off fer you shithole......uh, ungh, ohyeh, fuck you, faggot....ohhhhhhhh," and in a wild hoarse whisper he yelled, "cummminnngggg!"
Zach could feel Casey expanding his toyhole, as the boy bucked up into him, getting off.
Coming down, he hump spasmed in Zach a couple of times....and then pushed him off, to clean him up.
Zach licked boyprick till there was only a spit slick coating it, just like he did his big brother 2 hours ago, and Casey ordered Zach to dress him, and kiss his cock.
Adjusting Casey's shorts, Zach craned up at Casey and wiping off his mouth, he said, "Thank you, sir."
Casey just gave him a hard backhand shove and said, "You got that right, fagboy," opened and bashed Zach with door, and was gone. Zach managed to get his gooey ass wiped with tissue, and then out to his locker to get ready for gym.
Out in the gym, as Zach came out on the floor, the coach had the kids choosing sides for skins and shirts basketball.
Casey and Zach were on opposing teams, and as play progressed through the period, Casey, who was a 'skin', just in jock and shorts, bumped hard into Zach on a drive, and turned and fired the ball into Zach's stomach, doubling him up, screaming, "Fuckin' queer!"
If Zach wasn't in so much pain, he'd have been horrified.
As kids came to Zach's aid....Zach sunk to his knees on the floor, tears in his eyes, and Casey went off at the mouth.
"Fucker grabbed my dick man....I knew he a was fuckin' queer." Storming and stompin' over to where Zach was kneeling, the kids parted the way, and in front of everybody, Casey yanked his shorts and jock down, flashed his cock with his finger whipping it around from the root...then smacked Zach with it across his lips. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Zach yowled in shame, snapping his face away, somewhat recovered from the stomach shot he took earlier. "You turnin' away, eh, faggot? This is whutchu wanted...and now you funnin' like don't?" Casey yelled.
All the boys now were in a big circle...and laughing. Man. Watching a kid get dick slapped was the nads! Then one of the brat brazen kids, pushed his way in front of Zach with his own shorts down and cock smacked Zach's lips....and then another kid. Zach really had tears now, and started to swing, ballin' up his fists....but was grabbed from behind, not really intentionally, by four kids behind him. They just grabbed his arms in self defense, but the kids in front took it as a full gang up, and the two who cock slapped him after Casey, pulled his face into their pubes one after the other, and back and forth, and one kid said, "You ARE a fuckin' queer, dude! He just licked me man," the brat fucker said looking around him to all the kids standin' there. And as he saw the coach hustling over to break up the scene, he whispered down to Zach, "You gonna getcher fill in the locker room, faggot!"
Casey was in ecstasy. He didn't even plan this...but the result could just as well have been his own wild dream.
Soon the game resumed with the coach walking Zach off the floor after he saw him hunkered down with tears over his face. He just told coach he got hit with the ball in his nuts...his condition sure looked like one of kid hit in the nuts.
Every time the kids who cocked him ran by the bench, they grabbed there crotches for him to see they hadn't forgotten.
'Thwirrrrp!' Coach blew the whistle and hollered...'Kay...that's it boys....showers."
Casey and the rest of the skins came to the bench and grabbed their shirts, and took off for the lockers. Soon Zach was escorted out by the coach, and he patted his butt, sending him into the locker room, and turned back to his office.
As Zach walked down the aisle to his locker, most every kid was naked, and showers were already going. The brat dude, snagged Zach's arm, and the other kid came over, and then several others gathered 'round expecting...hoping maybe....for some 'fun'. The two kids picked him up, one under each armpit, and hoisted him to be standing on the bench.
"Strip queerfuck!" the brat yelled.
When Zach hesitated, the other kid pulled a balled fist back to pummel him, and he shot his shorts down, and grabbed for his shirt, pulling it over his head. Then pushed his jock to his knees.
"Beatchur meat, fagboy!" yelled the brat. "NO! WAIT!" he yelled. "Getchur hand away!" All the kids knew what was up....and it was ZACH!
"Get 'dis! He's standing here in fronna all us naked dudes, and he's getting HARD! We should hang a bell on that thing fer you dude!"
"You suck dick, fucker?" "You gonna eat us all, boy!?" They were all gettin' in on this. Zach didn't really hear anything anymore for his shame. Boys were going in and coming out of the shower, but these 10 kids or so were close to out of control, and tightening the circle around him....finger pokin' him, shoving him and stuff.
The brat grabbed the other cock slapper, and with an arm around his shoulder....he said, "We'll letcha go, if ya kiss our meat. Jus' one l'il smacker, queero. Les'go! Do it!"
Then a building chant started, "Do it! Do it! Do it!" from all the others standing in that small circle of naked boys. Just an aside, here, 3 of the boys broke away, one, then a second, and finally the third, for the showers, without saying anything, when they realized they were getting hard, themselves.....hmmmm.
Zach wouldn't...couldn't make himself kiss the boy dicks out here and finish to ruin himself. Yet somehow he knew he wasn't getting out of this unscathed. The brat yanked him to squats on the bench, and with a hand behind Zach's neck, pulled his face to his prick, and rubbed his prick across his lips. Then he pushed him to the other dude, and did the same thing to him. You could hear the other kids sucking breaths in.
"Jerk off, fucker!" the brat yelled. Zach slowly started to grip his semi-hard dick and began pulling....and then for real started jacking and the kids started yellin', and whistling' and jumpin' all around, their cocks flopping in the breeze, in the joy at watching another kid humiliated.
"Yahhhh!" yelling and pointing...."look at him go!" And some of the kids were in tears doubled up as they dodged the cum shots, and tried to see through eyes tear-blurred, or squeezed shut in wild laughter. The brat yelled, "Wipe yer prick off wit'cher hand, faggot, and lick it off." Zach bowed his head, up there on the bench for all to see, bent-kneed, quaking, wiping his palm over his dick...and while the boys variably snickered, tongued their own lips, or rubbed them with their own fingers, Zach licked his cock drizz.
Moments later, the kids bust out laughing all over again in the shower, when Zach with his oversized, cum-purpled, cockhead stepped into the showers. The laughter redoubled when he bucked from the water hitting his sensitive dickhead.
There were still a few snickers as Zach finally closed his locker and started out the door. Zach walked through kids going out telling the next class of kids what happened....and heard the new round of laughter break out as the door closed behind him.
Over at the high school......
When Bart came back naked from being satisfactorily inspected by Shane for shaved pubes, Colin cuffed him on the shoulder, and said, "Look fucker, you suckin' mah dick right here...right now! Get on it!"
Bart's pain showed in his face, as his smoothe, naked, dirty blond haired boy body slipped to its knees. Only Moritz, the German exchange student, and Jazzer, were still in the bench row, as Colin's bulbous knob disappeared into Bart's face, and they just stood there and gawked. Colin was so hot from the scene out in the lot with Shane, that he was practically going off the second his meat touched Bart's lips. The shot was so powerful, and surprising, that Bart gagged when it hit his throat, and sperm just drooled down from his mouth onto the floor, and down Colin's firing prick. Moritz' mouth hung open, amazed...Jaz, had this big smile on his face....lovin' it all....fun lovin' voyeur, was Jazzboy.
Bart licked the spasming boy completely, as Col held Bart's shoulders for balance. "Uh, huhh, uhyeh, ohhh, unghhh....you....uh....mmmm....betta have your ass ready afta class, faggot, you getting the fucka yor life, queerboy."
Colin pulled up his gym shorts and took off for the gym....his spoo drying in streams on Bart's chin.
"Tsk! Tsk!"
Bart was startled, and seeing sneakered feet, looked up to see Shane shaking his head. "Shame. Shame, Suckboy. Whose Suckboy are you, dirthole?"
"Y-y-yurs.....SIR!"
"So-o-o-o...whose cock you been eatin?"
Col...in's cock....SIR!" Bart said, welling up.
Looks tuh me like we got a Fuckboy whuppin' and a Suckboy whuppin' on the docket fer this afternoon....ain't that right, Suckboy!" Shane yelled.
Bart didn't know from the fuckboy...but he sure knew who Suckboy was..."Yessir," he said, sniffling...sadly, and looking down.
"After school, getcher ass down that back parking lot and find my car...it'll be the one with a fuckboy kneeling next to it. You'll wanna join him. We gonna have you cocksuckers get some 'advanced service' later. He'll give you any further orders when you get there......you late fer class dude," Shane snickered as he took off on the run, and was gone.
Bart quickly tried to dress out, scrambling to his locker, and fumbling for his shorts and stuff.
Adam had not forgotten that he was now to provide fuckboys for his boy buddies. His first planned attempt to check out the field, was gonna be the park, that afternoon. Shane had told Tom and him to get the bus or hitch a ride with another dude, 'cause he was 'busy'.
I guess he was...Zach and Bart on their knees at his truck in the parking lot, after school....ohhhhhhh!
After Adam was dropped at home he decided to bike over to the park and check the lays of the land.
There was building activity, as more and more kids made it there from home and school. A bike at the rest rooms caught Adam's eye....and he decided to check it out. He knew there was a blow hole in there, but he'd never been accommodated.
The door creaked as he opened it slowly, and echoed off the walls of the tiled room. The stale piss stench was one only a boy could both appreciate, and ignore. As Adam moved to the urinal to fake a piss and check the stalls, he heard feet shuffling in the near stall, and saw small guy sneaks under the wall. Without zipping, he turned and went to the far stall, locked up, and sat, and there was a kid very visible in the first stall. He'd seen this kid around....somewhere....cool name he remembered....'Skip"...no...KIP! That's it!
"You Kip, dude?" Adam asked.
The kid, said, "Um...yeh....you know me. That mean, uh...yuh know, uh, umm, want a suck?"
Adam looked right through the hole and said, "You suckin' dude, I'm pumpin'," and fished his boy meat out and flashed it for Kipper.
The kid swooped to his knees so fast he slid, and bumped into both the wall, and Adam's feet.
Adam nervously offered cock through a suck hole for the first time....sweat beaded on his face....his hands trembled and were clammy.
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