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 21.
Then quite suddenly, Stevie pushed his 5 incher down Zach's crotchtight-pressed face, and into his mouth, ramming it to the back, and Zach bob-sucked right into it like the fuckboy he truly was. Stevie was so fired, his right knee bent to the bed alongside the sucking Zach, and he leaned forward and down, before either boy knew it, Stevie was pummel-fucking Zach's face, full-up over and on top, laying over the kid. Those last few strokes jackhammered boyface, and bounced them both on the creaking bed. The super intensity of Stevie's long delayed cum, nearly knocked him out, and he fell flat over Zach, his legs flying up behind him, while his still pulsing prick shot wad after boywad into Zach's gasping, sucking gullet.
Afterwhile, Stevie's sated, but still hard peter slid out of Zach's lip-smacking mouth as he rolled over and off Zach. Over on his back, Steve's chest heaved, and his boyprick flopped back against his flat tummy, and they both smelled the wafting aroma of dinner on the make downstairs. Steve hustled himself up, and pulled up his pants as he looked down at Zach's shiny, cum-slick face. He waved his peter temptingly at Zach before he garaged it, and said, "Coming over later, to get you back on 'dis?"
"Yeh-huhhhh," Zach sorta heaved a breath of assent.
"Right man...'at's right. Yer mouth...my prick...a perfeck match," Steve said as he turned to the door looking over his shoulder. "Member, yur mouth, my cock...in a hour. See yuh."
....and he was gone. Mannnnnnn! What happened here? Fuck-in' hol-leeeee! Whut happened here?
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 21
Zach brushed his lips with the back of his hand....then....licked it clean!
Oh, yeah! We know what happened here, alright.
He watched as Stevie disappeared from his doorway, and the seeming sneer on his face was etched on his brain. He whipped his body 'round and with his face into the covers, and his legs kicking behind him, he pounded his fists to the bed, as he cried all muffled, "Steeeee-veeeeeeeee!" As he calmed he found himself in a sort of wide-awake wet dream fuck....bucking wildly in short, snapping humps, unconsciously.
Soon, he was out of it, and quiet. Laying to his side and pulling up fetal, hands between his legs, eyes wide open, day dreaming of being back in Stevie's bed soon, sucking boycock....fucking for his long time friend....right where the kid's dad had fucked him a week ago.
After dinner, Zach excused himself from the table and announced his departure for Steve's to the delight of his parents, who liked Stevie a lot, and liked to have them play together.
When Zach entered the house, Steve's dad greeted him at the den doorway....yeah THAT DEN, where one of Zach's fantastic adventures took place not so long ago. He smiled weakly at 'Daddy Bob,' who put his arm 'round the boy's shoulders and squeezed him to him. "Come to see Stevie, boy?" Without waiting for a response, he pointed upstairs, and said, "He's up in his room son."
"Yessir. Thank yu--thanks."
As Zach got to Stevie's open bedroom door, he knocked, feeling stupid, and started to walk in, as Stevie looked up from his computer, smiled, snapped his fingers, and pointed to the floor next to his bare left foot.
As casually as could be, Zach just walked right over to the desk and kneeled next Steve's foot.
"Lick it, fuckwad. Start with the underneath part....you know, like the back, the heel and underneath to the bottom of the toes, the top to all around my ankle, and then suck each toe like it wuz a little dick."
Zach did just that, and as 'Daddy' Bob stopped short of the doorway to spy on the boys, he started to frantically rub though his pants as he watched his son continue whatever he was doing on his computer while Zach's face was turned up and under his son's foot, licking it. He watched Zach rubbing his own pants, and his son's toes curl and wiggle from the tickly excitement Zach's tongue and lips were giving his foot.
Crazed, Bob ducked into the bathroom before he went totally out of control.
Just as well, 'cause it was just after that Stevie had Zach crawl to the door and lock it, before returning to strip naked and get himself into 'fuckboy,' to wait and serve his new boy master. Steve told him, "If any 'rents knock or anythin', I'll handle it, and you just get up at the desk where you can't see your nakeds."
Zach nodded, his tongue out, head down, hands and feet crossed behind, waiting patiently to do his master's bidding.
Turning up his stereo pretty loud, Steve asked, "What would like to do for me, Fuckboy?"
"I would like to suck your cock, sir," Zach answered....
"And........?" Steve asked impatiently.
"Eat your cum, sir."
Again Steve said, "And.......?"
Well, it kept on, and Zach was trembling as Steve was visibly angered as he interminably asked...."And...?And...?And....?" till finally, tears in his eyes, Zach begged, "Pleeeeease, sir....tell me what I should do....pleeese???" and the poor kid was quaking now.
"FINALLY, YOU DUMB BASTARD!!! FINALLY, YOU GET IT!!! WHAT YOU WILL DO FOR ME DUMBFUCK......IS ANY GODDAM FUCKIN' THING I WANT......THAT'S WHAT!!!! GOT THAT FAGBOY????" Steve screamed smacking Zach across the side of his head.
"YESSSSS--SIRRR!!!" Zach yelled, his head snapping back from the surprise shot he took.
And with that, Steve successively rammed in and pulled his cock out Zach's mouth some 20 times. Zach's tongue kept coming out following the receding prick each time. Steve made Zach 'O' his lips so he looked liked an overused boypussy, and rammed right to the throathole each time....making Zach cough, splutter and gag several times through this mess. On the last facebanger, Steve snap-humped his whole lower body into Zach's face, and as he hit his throat, he sent the boy over backward.
Right where he landed, Stevie knelt and pulled Zach's feet out from under, spread 'em, and rammed his slicked wick right up into Zachie-hole.... "Ooooommmmpphhhh!" Zach moaned as his eyes tried to focus on Stevie's leering face, and his own toes in the air, with his feet held together at the back of his ankles by Steve's left hand.
With the right hand, Steve started slapping Zach's butt....slap---rut---slap---rut, over and over, and soon, Stevie was short stroking and bending into his work as he ram banged his friend into the floor, "Aiiieeeahhhhhh! You fuckin' cocksucker! Take it you fucker!" Steve yowled as he shot his most violent fuckwad up into his buddy. He endlessly bucked, and pumped, and his toes behind him gripped rug, then stretched, splayed, curled and tightened. Glaring into Zach's face he spit at him, hawking up more, and spitting again, into his face, his chest, and finally his shaved pubies. He thrust last and hardest into Zach, with the last of his ebbing fuck, slamming his open palm to Zach's belly, bouncing the kid.
Zach was stunned at Stevie's ferocity, but he had long been shown by Casey....and Shane....and Adam, Tommy and Colin, before, that somehow he needed all this.....and more. Goddddddddddddd.....this boy wasn't capable of wanting to get out from under this service need he had for other boys....men.....COCK!
"Daddy' Bob, always the lecherous one, some while back, had started arranging a semi-elaborate scheme of spying on his son from the guest room next door. He had set up a mini-microphone in the base of the floor between the rooms, and taped the action in Stevie's room that night. When he got to hear it...would his heart be able to handle it? This boy fun might even be too much for poor old Bob. While he was taping the action, Bob had his ear to the wall to try and hear it all first hand. He was only successful in hearing his son wailing as he shot his wad....Bob cummed too, bucking against his palm, in his pants. He also heard the thumps and smacks Steve administered to Zach, and the occasional groan from Zach's pummeling....it all built up in Bob's wicked brain till he shot on cue with his son, when Steve cried out in his joy-filled cum.
Stevie had shocked himself! As he slipped his cock from his friend and confident, he looked down at the sorrowful state he had put Zach in. Soaked in their combined sweat...what oozed out of Zach and what dripped off Stevie's face....gobs of spit all over him....his short black hair a mix of sweated mat and spikes....tears of mixed lust, shame and joy welling in his eyes....and finally, Stevie's spooge droozing out of his toyhole.
Steve's minor impatience at having to wait all day to play sex-slave for Zach, had turned him into something he'd never been....someone who takes charge....and boyyyyy....did he ever! He was now getting pangs of conscience for taking such crazy advantage of Zach who had bared his soul to him, and all he'd become....down deep, his need to be with Zach, the fact that he wasn't there all afternoon, even though he knew why, had angered him, and a kind of rage merged with the knowledge that Zach was being fuckboy all over the place....made Steve act...and it all came out at once on...and in Zach!
In a kind of dazed continuum, Steve muscle jerked his boydong without touching it, and said, "How's about you cleaning your queerass butt slime off my prick, boy?"
Zach lurched up to be sitting before his master's bobbing, cum-soppy meat, and literally swallowed it whole. The slupping and slurping of those lips and tongue, were driving Steve into it all over again! Just then, he backed out, and poor Zach started to follow his bud's cockhead....till Steve smacked it 'cross'd his face.
Zach immediately went into 'fuckboy' to wait. Steve told him to wipe the Steve spoo from his dripping asshole, lick it off his hands, then lick up the jizz that puddled on the carpet.
The sound was garbled with the stereo on so loud, and 'Daddy' Bob was at a loss to keep tabs on what was doing inside his son's room. For Bob's sake it was a blessing. If he would have seen...or heard, any of it, he would have been out of his mind with lust and need. This way, he'd be in a controlled place, like his truck, when he listened to what he was taping of the room's sounds. He found himself wondering if there'd be any cum rags or boxers to lick later....and had decided there'd be none.
Back in the room, Stevie sat at his desk watching Zach sucking every last little squigglin' sperm out of the carpet....boy cock hairs, lint, fuzz, dirt and dust...all in his mouth, and teeth. Goddd....it was awful....but the fucker kep' on licking and sucking till he was finally done and sat back up into 'fuckboy'. When he hung his tongue out, it was gross...covered with all that carpet stuff.
Steve got up, walked over to Zach, and said, "You fuckin' sludge-mouth fagboy....you need that dirty mouth washed out. Lean up and take hold'a 'dis faucet dickwad.
Zach looked up, and took Steve onto his fuzzy tongue, and Steve started to drain his little dragon over his tongue and ordered, "Don't you dare spill any of my magic cleansing juice, fucker....er yer face is gonna be back down in that carpet again."
Zach sure knew how to handle this with all the 'training' he got at the tip of Shane's prick. Successfully completing his boy draining, and holding the boycock on his tongue, Zach felt Stevie start to 'firm' up again. But Steve pulled out, and praising Zach for a flawless urinal performance, he cock-slapped him back and forth across his face while saying, "Good boy, good boy, you make Stevie proud of you. Now getchur fuckin' ass dressed and I'll think about how you're gonna be serving me fum now on."
Zach scurried about getting his clothes on, and keeping an ear and eye on Steve so that he didn't miss any instructions. When he was ready, on his knees waiting to be dismissed, Stevie walked over and just before he pulled on a pair of gym shorts, he said, "Kiss your boy pleaser, pussy."
Cock-kiss over, he dropped his shorts on Zach's head for him to dress him with. Steve stepped into the shorts and Zach pulled them up.
Steve went to the door, followed by Zach, crawling. Steve opened the door and checked the hall and stairs, then had Zach crawl out and down the stairs. Steve opened the front door and as Zach crawled out, Stevie planted his bare foot on his ass and shoved him out the door and slammed it.
From the guest room door, 'Daddy' Bob looked on amazed, and cock-hard as his son led the crawling Zach out and down the stairs. From the top of the stairs he watched his son shove Zach to the ground out the door. He was fascinated by this streak of wickeds he had never seen, in his quiet, good-natured boy. Bob might not ever have been as hard as he was that very moment.
He ducked back at the door slamming, and Stevie went off into the kitchen, and then back out and into the den. When Bob heard the boy pop the can top, he hurried back and into Steve's room to see what he could see.....and find. As he feared, there was nothing to glom onto to. No cummy shorts...no cum rags. Nothing. But....the smell of sex was everywhere. He dared not touch his cock rocket for fear of it going off with just a touch.
He did have one thing going for him for much later. Even though Stevie got his rocks already tonight....he was a boy wasn't he? He'd be wackin' that meat again tonight in the renewed frenzy of the image of himself as a boy master for sure. He was gonna be making Bob a delicious dessert later tonight.
Zach brushed himself off as he got off the ground in front of Stevie's, and made his way home across the lawn. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and ruffled his fingers through his hair as he hit the stairs to his room, with a casual wave to his folks in the living room.
He was free til 10 tomorrow in the locker room with Casey. He decided to relish that relative freedom and took a long steamy shower, but kept the taste of Stevie in his mouth over night.
Late that night, Bob slithered from bed, and went to Steve's room. As per usual, the door was open, Steve was on his belly under the covers....his gym shorts in a wad by the bedside. Bob had no doubt they were filled with the juice of boy joy....the smell of cum was still in the room. He stole to the bed, grabbed 'em up and dashed into the guest room....rewound the tape, and sat on the floor against the wall, plugged the earphones in his ears, and hit 'play' to hear the events of Steve's mastering of Zach that night with the boy's joy juicy shorts at his nose.
As he licked the boy goo out of his son's shorts, he turned his ear to the sounds of his son's room...the blaring stereo smothered much of what went on until the unmistakable sound of his son in a rage, screaming at Zach:
"FINALLY, YOU DUMB BASTARD!!! FINALLY, YOU GET IT!!! WHAT YOU WILL DO FOR ME DUMBFUCK......IS ANY GODDAM FUCKIN' THING I WANT......THAT'S WHAT!!!! GOT THAT FAGBOY????"
"YESSSSS--SIRRR!!!"
Then later:
"....slap---slap, "Aiiieeeahhhhhh! You fuckin' cocksucker! Take it you fucker!"
Bob's heart was pounding and he shot his wad instantly as he bit into the kid's shorts he was licking, whining in a high pitched muffled voice as he cummed, and cummed, and.....cummed. He was so wild, he beat his feet up and down on the floor in celebration of his sex crazed hysteria.
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