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 19. The Rookie
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.
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 19. The Rookie
Kip knew Adam was nervous, and that actually calmed Kip....always worried about gettin' the shit kicked outta him, and said, "Kid...don' be a'scared. I don' never hurt nobody. I just wanna fun yuh."
Adam's cock was hard now with Kip's good talk, and it bobbed up to rest against the top of the hole. "Oh, fuck, man! Suck it fer me....please! SUCK IT!"
"In seconds the whole room sounded like a thunderstorm...'Barrummberrr...rmmmbra!' as Adam humped against the metal stall wall, and Kip was suckin' up a storm of his own.
"Eat me cocksucker! Eat me you faggot, queer!" Adam yowled as he jammed off one of his best ever cums, and Kip just sucked and swallowed the elixir of his new life.
As Adam's dick pulsed it's last...he sighed the sigh of exhaustion and contentment, and sat back to the toilet seat, facing the hole, and Kip's mouth and nose still framed there, tongue swiping over his boy lips. Since Adam had become a fuckboy in his own right, he knew the splendor Kip was enjoying there, on his knees, in his mouth, and....on his lips.
"Hey man, if you need the dick dude....I got just the way fer you to get all you want...and more....and you don't hafta spend another fuckin' day in this stinkin' shitter on yer knees ......you game?" Adam proposed.
"Ummmm...what I gotta do?"
Adam answered, "Look, come outside wit' me an' I'll give yuh the setup...."
They both holstered up, unlatched their stalls, and walked outside into the sunlight, with squinty eyes, to sit out under the tree.
"See, hey, uh, whut grade you in, 8th, 9th?" Adam asked.
"8th," Kip said.
"Perfeck, fer a fuckboy," Adam followed....and when Kip cocked his head, questioning, Adam said, my two buds are setting up training fer boys who wanna do service....tuh cock. You awready halfway there, I mean, you awready doing dick man...dirty, too. See, my best dude, Tommy........needs a 'boy'. My udder bud, has a couple fuckboys in play a'ready....." looking down, then back up as brightly as he could, he looked into Kip's face and said, "an' ahm one of 'em."
Kip asked, "Dude...you a....fuckboy...too? A older kid like you?"
Adam excitedly said, "Yeh, man...I like it...ya know? Like you do. I tell ya honest...it need tuh have it. Never knew it neither...till...well, it jus' sorta happened.
"N'ways, here's the deal. You come with me over to my bud's, and I introduce you, and he, uh...him and me, and maybe Tom'll be there too, we like, 'train' yuh....and then yuh serve us boys, and get taken care of yerself..." a long pause followed.
"Soooooo...how's it sound?"
"I don't know, ummm....I don't know nobody, uh, of you guys, and all, and I'm only a little guy, and ahmena get hurt...maybe," Kipper said.
Adam put a hand to Kip's shoulder and neck givin' him a rub and a squeeze, and said with a big ol' smile, "Nawwww, comeon....I wouldn't fun ya....hey, there's gonna be rough cock chores, eh? but, it'll be whut you want...whut WE want....whut you NEED, dude. Comeon...let me take yuh over right now....I guar-ohn-teee you...you gonna one happy kid....Fuckboy!"
With a shrug and a smile, the sale was made, and Kip and Adam got to their knees and stood. Looks like we got some new fuckboy on the hoof here.....and they headed for their bikes....Kip's mind was a blur.....Adam, short moments from his great shootoff in the shitter....was hard as steel...again...as he led the way....to the back stairs....at Shane's.
Earlier in the day, Bart, trembling, had been taunted throughout gym class by Colin, everytime he got near the kid. Then back in the locker room, after class, the kids at Colin's and Bart's locker bench, got 'round back of Bart after he stripped down for his shower. Colin with a towel over his shoulder, led the way, followed by Bart, being pushed and shoved by the little 'squad' of tormentors bringing up the rear.
As soon as they took up stations at two of the shower heads, Colin roughly pressed Bart down till he was on his knees at the Col's feet. The other kids moved around in a circle, both to shield them from the outer room, and to position for 'action'. In a near shocking turn, all five kids yanked his head to their crotches one after the other, and cock-smacked his face so fast the room was spinning for him already.
Each one gave him 2-3 slaps, before the next hand twirled his head like a top to the next cock. Colin of course was the first.
They were getting a kick when the German exchange kid, fuckin' Moritz, the seeming innocent bystander, and last of the cock-slappers, finished off by jamming his monster 8" cock right through the lips of Bart's stunned face. He was so fuckin' horny, that as the laughing circle of razzers yanked Bart's head from Moritz' dick, his shoot off fired two pearly bullets right into Bart's ear, before hitting his chest and arm....with what had already shot in his mouth, drooling from his lower lip.
After the others got over their guffaws at Moritz' own surprise and sorta shame, that he shot off there in front of everybody, they followed his lead, in a way, when they each pulled Bart's face to their pecker lips. It was surreal with the water streaming down, draining off their fully hard jammers into the kid's wide open mouth, as, in turn, each boy was sent to joyland, his head thrown back, eyes closed, with the feel of those lips and tongue on them.
Mike got a little creative as he opened his eyes up and looked down at his prick halfway into Bart's face, and said, jack me, faggo...I want you to beat my meat off into your face.
Hesitantly, Bart brought his hand up from the tile floor and gripped Mike's wacker, and as the kids' lips all were quivering and their bodies trembled, they watched another kid jerk off one of their friends....seeing....but not believing....shaming....and loving what they saw.
"Ohhwlpphh," Mike yelped once as his wad shot right in Bart's mouth, again shocking the kids. When Bart spit the cum out on the floor, Mike got insulted, and cock-smacked Bart's face, "You fuckin' fagass...you spit out my wad..!? My jizz is worth more'n yer whole fuckin' body you worthless fuck!!"
Meanwhile, Mat had already moved Bartface to his meat, and said, "Kiss it faggot. Good girl. Now lick just the head."
Mat's knees buckled from the fabbo sensations, and then he said, "Jerk me off too, now, dickwad. QUICK MAN.....I'm ready to BLOW."
Bart hadn't rubbed him more than 3 time's when Mat came off like a geyser, and there were whistles all 'round. The first shot went straight up past their eyes, and the rest spritzed everywhere, to be washed away immediately by the showers. Kevin whooped, and said, I guess that's why we call you 'Jazzer', Matty."
It wasn't really, but who cares....anyways, it was Kevin's turn now. Him and a few buds had a little band and did gigs at school and around town, and he was called 'Jammer'.... and here we had another fuckin' teener with an 8" prick....fat as brockwurst, too, with a mile-wide piss slot. All he wanted was for Bart to just mouth it....just to feel it in a mouth, with a wiggly tongue and all....his toes curled under and tried to rip the tiles from the shower floor, as he grabbed the back of Bart's head, and pushed himself to the back of that throat. Several gawks and gags later, probably the biggest chunk of boymeat slipped from Bart's lips followed by gobs of Jammer jam, drizzing in strings to the floor.
Colin, lech of leches, made Bart get on his back as he squatted over his face and with his cock riding above the boy's lips, he had him strain up and peck kisses all over it, then lick it in long swipes from balls to helmet, over and over....
The others moved off by now and were getting their showers, marveling at how hot this simple little perversion looked, and Colin punctuated it with a rousing blow, set off just by the tongue swabs.
As Colin stood, soaped and rinsed, he dropped a bar of soap to Bart, and said, lather up queerboy. Bart did so, and was left on the floor on his back, looking up through squinty eyes to Bart for permission to get up, when Colin stood straddled over his head and started to piss-rinse his stooge. The others couldn't resist....and they pissed on every inch of their fagboy. Moritz particularly got big kicks pissing between Bart's toes. Their work done, the boys let out a "Whooop!" and left, with the piss draining off Bart along with the soap suds, as he struggled to his feet and rewashed and rinsed. Shit! He'd be late for another class. The last of his bench mates, Jammer, was pulling his sneaks on as Bart came back to his locker.
With a rap to the top of Bart's head, Jam said, "Thanks for the blow...keep 'at tongue loose fer me, faggot."
There was a note in Bart's sneaker. "Be at my car at lunch in case I want a bronco ride. Col."
Bart was sure having a bad day....he was already taken down at the lockers and the shower and had duty with Shane that afternoon for 'punishment'...because of it.... Mannnn! He sure wasn't catchin' any breaks.
He went out to the lot and scoured it till he found Colin's car. He waited for the whole period, and fuckin' Colin never showed. Well with thanks for small favors, he hadn't got lunch....but leastways, he didn't get the shit fucked out of him. He was actually smiling as he reached the back entrance and headed to next class that afternoon. He had gooey'd his butt with some lotion from his locker, and now he felt it squishin' around up there as he set out for class.
As Shane got to the back parking lot after school, he looked way out toward his truck....and he was pissed! No fuckboys! Nowhere! There was gonna be hell to pay! He was shaking, fists balled up in a rage, and he started running toward the truck.
False alarm! As he got closer he had come over toward the side he couldn't see from the school, and there they were...fuckboys in service...at the ready...by the front tire on the passenger side, facing each other, crossed barefeet, hands clasped behind, heads down...and as he came up alongside them, in a sweat from his earlier mads and running, both kids' tongues were out....in wait for Shane.
"Excellent Fuckboys, excellent. Let's getchur fuckin' asses in the back and naked," Shane said as he clicked the remote door opener.
He went 'round front and got in as the fuckboys scrambled to the back door, up, inside....and got naked.
"On yur bellies, you cunt! At attention!"
The boys 'Sswumphh'ed to the deck as ordered, feet to the back, hands, with fingers pointing straight down and arms tight to their sides.
As Shane pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home, he turned back, smiling at his toy serfs, and said, "Flex them tails, and hump that floor....I want yuz oozing and hard when we get home, but you better not cum...or else!"
Neither boy looked anywhere but straight to the floor as their butt dimples dented and flushed as they broke into a boy hump of the deck...they were so grateful of small favors...after their pre-goo started to puddle up, it wasn't too rough on their boydicks that had started get raw scraping that deck floor.
In short order, Shane was pulling into the drive and around back. He jumped out, and opened the rear deck to be if full view of both serfs, still pumping their meat to the deck, at attention..."OKAY!" he screamed, and both kids jumped....
"Up on yur knees facing each other...fast!"
Both kids' knees shot up under them and they positioned to face each other, in full 'fuckboy', including heads down and tongues out.
Shane leaned in and saw the precum on the floor..."Fuckin' pigs...you...Fuckboy," he yelled at Zach, lick both your slops off the deck. The poor kids both lunged to comply, and smacked heads. Shane howled in laughter so hard, he couldn't stay pissed...."Okay you assholes.....lick each other's goo."
When he was satisfied, Shane ordered them back into 'fuckboy' and then said, "Getcher bare asses out and up those steps and wait in 'fuckboy' on the landing."
Scrambling and bumbling, they almost fell over each other and out of the truck and hit the stairs, and up. After slamming the door, Shane went into the garage for something, and then ambled up and past the fuckboys, went inside, leaving the kids out on the landing, as he went about getting his clothes off. As he sat in his boxers to the bed, he yelled out, "Okay, shitholes...get in here!"
The door swung out and the two kids crawled their naked little tails in. As they knelt, heads down and tongues out, Shane was just caught by the power he felt....I don't think he ever felt it like he did right then...with his growing harem of boy serfs.
From the bed, he raised a ping pong paddle he had gone for in the garage, and 'WHAP!' he rapped it to his palm...."Gonna paddle us some fuckboy today, turds."
"Boys who give their services to other fuckin' dudes, or don't keep their pussies smoothe like their a'posed to, get's paddled. THAT RIGHT....FUCKBOYS?!"
Bart and Zach yelled, "YESSIR!"
"Yuz got that right, fairy dudes. You got that RIGHT."
"Now getchur selfs over here, on yur backs, then back up on yer shoulders and hold your toes."
The kids knee waddled over and got down as ordered, and all that faced Shane was two young dimpled, boy tail smiles. After enjoying the sight for a few secs, Shane rapped both them 'smiles' one hard smack each, and the boys yowled to Shane's immense pleasure.
"YESSSSS!!" he yelled.
Then he maneuvered his toyboys so that their butts were smiling at each other, and made smooch lips with his mouth to each kid who was looking up at him.
With the paddle between their butts, he did a quick rat-a-tata-tatta-tat-a-rap, back and forth, on both those pretty boy tails....not so hard, as it was fast. In seconds both butts were rapped about 10 times each, lightly. Then with a little more force he continued, and with each forward and back stroke one or the other of the fuckboys was being paddled... incessantly.
After about 5 minutes, including rest periods for his wrist, when both pairs of cheeks were clearly reddened, Shane hand smacked each boy and told them to move away from each other....so he could get a much longer, heavier swat on them.
He started to realize this was an arm tiring exercise, but he was relentless. So he slipped to his knees for a more comfortable angle, and really whaled them now....the combination of the already tender cheeks and the new force applied, made tears come to the kids' eyes, and they started yelping.....their young bodies were juttin' and jerkin' with every motion Shane made, whether they were hit or not....even the anticipation of a stroke.
"You shut up, shitbirds, or yur gonna being eating my socks!"
Biting their lips, and tightening their jaws, the kids kept bucking with each hit, and their whines were tiny, tiny little squeals from inside their mouths....tears freely flowing now.
It was at this point that Adam held the door open, and Kip stepped through, to be shocked at what was before him on the floor of Shane's bedroom. Kip backed up suddenly, and bumped into Adam, whose hands reached to hold the boy's hips.
Adam leaned into Kip's face, and nuzzled his cheek, assuringly....but he felt that Kip was trembling. "I promise, bud, you'll love the play...watch," Adam comforted.
Shane stopped the paddling, and looked up, smiling cheerily....saying, "Whut we got here, Adam?"
"Recruit sir....rookie....name's Kip," Adam replied.
Bart's head jerked...Kip's eyes met Bart's...weak smiles...a tear maybe...Bart had introduced Kip the art of restroom suckin' down at the park. A few times they did it together.
Shane loved the look of the boy before him....slight build, whispy light brown straight hair; about 5' 4", fair skinned, hazel eyes.
"Loves cock, sir. Needs it.....wants it," Adam continued.
"Well....mighty fine. Mighty fine, indeed, Kip. Take you a seat boy," Shane said, patting the bed behind him.
Kip shakily moved past the upturned red boy butts, eyes glued to them, and stumbled as he moved to and then tripped onto the bed, where he got himself back up to sitting.
"A'kay, Fuckboys! Up on your knees, and introduce yourselves to each other," Shane said as the two fuckboys got really 'see' each other for the first time. They'd both been 'Shane's' for a while now, and it's the first time they had been together.
Bart and Zach flipped up in spite of their pained tails, to face each other. Shane took a cupped hand behind each of their necks and their lips came together. Shane said, "Fellow fuckboys enjoy each other and share, right boys?"
The boys' hands wrapped 'round their bodies, and hugged.
"Let's make our rookie dude comfortable, fuckboys, and then we can get on with the orientation."
As Adam began to strip, resuming his own fuckboy role, spurred by the site of Shane who he consciously, or unconsciously, drooled for. In short seconds, Adam was naked on his knees at the foot of the bed on the floor.
"Okay you faggots, enough suckface, lets get our rookie fag here in the game," Shane directed while patting the bed. Zach and Bart scurried to the bed and from shirt to sneaks, Kip was a bareboy in a flash. If he had a chance to think about what was happening....I doubt he did.
Shane nodded approving with site of the naked waif before him. "Um, um, um, sweetmeat. Um, um, um. I am pleased Adam.... you choose well."
"Thank you, sir," Adam replied.
Shane directed the fuckboys to get Kip's legs back over his head so he could examine his toybox. Nodding...smiling, Shane said, "Yes, indeed," and ran a finger down the boy's sweat-slippery crease after he had Zach and Bart pull the kid's cheeks apart.
Kip and Zach were both surprised that they recognized each other, too. Kip had been witness to the first night that Zach enjoyed cock...Casey's cock...at a birthday sleepover in a backyard teepee, with friends Jarrod and Kyle. Boy he remembered Zach enjoyed cock alright....all fuckin' night!!! Kip and the others had watched Zach and Casey from under the flap of the tent there in the dark, on the lawn outside, as Casey fed cock and boy jam half the night....and when they woke in the morning, Casey was still pounding Zach's face. That afternoon, under big brother Shane's window, and while Shane overheard, Casey instructed Zach as to how he was gonna serve dick.
In no time, Casey was in a similar situation in service to his brother....and everything snowballed from there.
Well, here was Shane, taking his finger from Kip's crease, wetting it in Zach's mouth with some slicky boy spit, and then returning it to Kip's crack, where he lubed around the boy's bud....'round, and 'round.....and 'round. Then Shane told Adam to get behind and above Kip's head, and tongue him some Kipper bung.
Adam scrambled up from the floor and into position. Bending way over, his hard boytool has sticking straight out above Kip's face, as Adam's tongue worked Kip's pucker pussy.
While he worked out toy tail, Shane commented, "You know, scum, our new fuckboy here is almost totally hairless....like practically pubeless...HA! A pube free zone!" he snickered.
"Well, there's some hair's, but very minor. I think we could clean up his pussy with just the 'lectric shaver. Casey likes to use that...so we might as well call him in here."
"Hey you, dickears," Shane directed at Bart, who looked up...."pick up the phone there, push 4, and when the l'il shit answers, yell, "Fuckboy, get in here!" "
Bart did as told, and they all sorta smiled sick like, when they heard Casey scream, "YESSIR!"
Shane always got a warm fuzzy when he heard his skulking little brother shuffling behind his door before he knocked.
Shane got up and unlocked it, and ceremoniously waved the little toyboy into the room.
Casey's eyes went wide and wild when he saw instantly, a bare butt smile facing him, with 3 other fuckboys around it. He almost cummed from joy when Shane said, "Plug in the shaver pisswad, yer on pussy detail."
Casey lost it, and screamed, "Oh thank you, sir! Thank you! Omigod! Omigod. My favoritist thing!" and knee scurried over to the dresser to get it...plugged it up...and made his way to the bed, and stopped looking to Shane for instructions.
Shane held a hand up to stop him, and told Adam to keep swabbing pussy, while Bart went for the safety razor in the bathroom.
When he came back and got back on the bed in position, Shane belly-flopped in between Kip's boy cheeks, as Adam pulled his face away. Zach and Bart kept the cheeks apart, and the terrified, quiet, new l'il fuckboy Kip, felt Shane's razor head slip into his spit soaked crack, and glided the razor in, out, and all around, then he plied his thumb to the boy's pucker, and as Kip "Sssssssssss"ed, from the wild sensation, Shane spit a goober in there, swabbed it around, and ran the blade over the blinking pleasure trove.
Satisfied with his work, and in a rare affectionate moment, Shane leaned in and licked Kip's toybox, darting his tongue into the slightly swelling pussy ring, and then sat up after running his tongue the full trek up his crease to his balls, which he kissed.
Shane told the kids to release his legs and spread them as they came to the bed, with a wave, "All yours, shaver dude," he said to Casey, who lit up, and went into action.
Up on the bed between Kip's legs, 'Whirrrrrrrr!' the shaver went into action, causing Kip to hard up from the vibration as it sailed around his lightly haired pubey patch and up and down his 4" boy dick, and after he directed Zach and Bart to stretch the kid's nutsack, he ran the shaver up and around the nuts and the poor kid below him, kicked up and curled his feet and toes, screaming a long squeally whine as he shot a pretty pearly load all over his chest. Everybody laughed, and Zach and Bart started feeding Kip his own jelly.
Casey rapped Zach, his own fuckboy, and pointed to the goop on Kip's peter. Zach swooped right down and tongue-swiped the cum off kiddie dong, and the shaver went right back into action.
Shane had gone into the bathroom, and when he came back he had Kip pull up his legs again and the boys spread him out all wide-like. He told Adam to take position between his legs, and administer to his first rookie recruit. Adam, cupped his hands, Shane poured, and Adam applied a double handed dose of alcohol to Kip's now burning, tingling pubes and dick and balls and pucker....Weeeeoooooooooooo! Did Kip scream! Holy shit, did he SCREEEEEEEEEAMMMMM!
Zach and Bart had all to do to hold his kicking feet....they both got slapped and punched by the wildly swinging young dude. Shane had moved to the head of the bed and after Kip's siren went off, he had a prepared wad of fuckboy boxers, Adam's, to shove in his mouth.
Something happened that had not happened in previous fuckboy adventures. When noticing a new quiver develop in the new boy, Shane looked up, having quieted Kipper, to see Casey, his tongue squirting out the corner of his mouth, and working a finger up slicky boy's pussy, and Bart and Zach and Adam had their hands all over the kid's butt, and crease and were alternately fingering Kip, who was getting sooooooooo excited all over again as the boys relentessly worked his toyhole.
[NOTE: There are references to a teepee birthday party sleepover, Jarrod, and Kyle in this chapter that come from the story JARROD in the High School Section, Chapter 10. 'Zach Gets to Serve' is a spinoff that started in Chapter 10 of Jarrod. The last chapter of Jarrod was entered in July, '03.]
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