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 24
The door screeched and groaned as it opened, and Adam was standing at one of the urinals, running his cupped hand over his hard cock, s-l-o-w-l-y, as the other kid came up to the next urinal. By the time Ben unzipped and pulled out his cock, he was startin' to get hard. Adam knew it too. Two hard dicks. Side by side. Adam smiled up at the bigger dude....who smiled back. At almost the same time they turned toward each other slightly, waggin' their dicks, as if to say, "Want it?"
When Ben didn't make any move at all, Adam dropped to his knees, took Ben's big meat in his hand, and looked up as he squeezed and pulled, and boy goo started to seep from under the kid's hood. An uncut cock! Adam'd seen some dudes in gym with the scraggy hangers on their meat, but this wuz his first one up close. "Blow yuh fer ten bucks, hey." Adam's other hand was up and open in front of Ben. Panting almost out of control, the innocent looking college freshman dug into his back pocket and pulled out a bunch of crumpled up bills and with a shaking hand, lay it all in Adam's palm, with some of the bills falling to the tile floor.
As Adam's hand closed on Ben's fingers and the uncounted bills, his other hand fed that choice young pud to his mouth....just as the shiny, goo-slicked head popped all the way through the foreskin. As it touched Adam's whisking rasper, Ben moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! His knees buckled...........
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 24
With that, I think Adam actually smiled over that hardening hooded boy hog, and it really relaxed him for the first time since Shane dumped him off at the rest stop. Instinctively, his arm wrapped around the back of Ben's rubber legs, leaned into him and supported him....without missing a lick.
Time was a factor, and Adam went to town, chewing that boyprick like he'd never had it before! He fucked his face over Ben's meat like a piston head, and in no time had Ben's past the 'no return' sign.
Ben had regained some control, although as he got to the edge he was losing it all again. Adam's open palms had gotten into the kid's pants and under his boxers through the leg holes. He felt Ben's butt cheeks harden, flex, sphincter up, and there was a frozen moment.....Adam's head kept pumping, but Ben went to stone. Adam did something different here, sliding back to just the point where the tip of his tongue ticked underneath Ben's bobbing, turgid, purple, pulsing pud, he looked up as Ben's head flew back. For maybe the first time, Adam watched as a boy volleyed off into his wide open mouth. With no control over the wildly pumping prick, while the first shot fired off right through Adam's mouth to the back of his throat, the next 3 furious shots had him lunging to capture them, and he actually lipped two of them, with the middle one shooting into his nostrils. He was gonna be smellin' cum for hours. To see that pee hole open like a guppy's mouth just before each rope shot through, made Adam tremble with excitement. He felt like he was watching a movie in slow motion. When the fifth pulse just started to drool off Ben's cockhead, Adam took it all back in and literally vacuumed every last sperm out of Ben's fiery poker. The boy bucked and quaked and fell forward above Adam, still spasming many seconds after the last of his cum had been sucked out of him.
Adam pulled off completely, and as he held Ben's cock in the palm of his hand, he could still feel faint pulsing, and he watched the cockhead slip back under the hood.
Adam carelessly stuffed the bills into his back pocket before he worked Ben over, and as he got up, there were some bills on the floor behind him. He bent to pick 'em up, and when he turned back to Ben, the boy was standing there, hunched forward still, but now at least able to hold himself up, and his breathing was back to normal. Adam smiled and held out his hand. Ben smiled weakly, and slapped it, almost falling, but now quickly recovering. As he straightened up, he pulled a pen from his shirt, and grabbed a piece of paper towel to write..."Kin I have your phone or ID? Can you, uhhhm, ya know...kin we....again?" he said as he circled his hands 'round and 'round, indicating wanting to do this all again.
Adam took the pen from the trembling fingers and wrote his ID down, before stuffing the piece of towel into Ben's shirt pocket. The whole cum'venture hadn't taken five minutes, but it seemed like hours to both kids. They both washed their hands and faces and as Ben wiped his face with a paper towel, Adam smoothed his hand over Ben's fly and squeezed gently. Ben dropped the towel, buckling, but then smiled and covered Adam's hand with his own, rubbed it around a coupla times, and took it with both his hands shook it while squeezing, and said, "Dis weekend, I hope?" with Adam nodding, 'Ok,' and Ben was gone.
Adam wondered if Rob and Ben would tell each other what happened. He guessed not. The car started up right away, and soon all was quiet, and Adam peeked out the cracked open door....and then, pulled it all the way open, and in the late afternoon sun, he sat to the picnic table and pulled out Ben's crumpled bills, and Rob's twenty dollars. Straightening up Ben's offering, he counted 13 dollars. He smiled thinking what he should do to Ben to pay him back for the 'tip'. Then a tiny darkness shrouded his brain as he realized he had to get back for Shane to pick up the money before his date. He took off on the run stuffing his money into his pocket, and jogged through the nearby access streets to the main road so he could thumb him a ride home.
He was only about 5 miles from home, but an hours walk, prob'ly. He musta been walkin' about 10 minutes, when a young guy stopped, and asked, "Where you headed?" and they were off.
The driver made some easy conversation early on, gave his name, and that he was out of high school and working for a year before going to college next year. He was bigger, maybe taller than most kids Adam hung with, and seemed 'older' in spite of his apparent youth. He looked to have the build of football tight end, maybe. His handshake was firm...big hand....he actually hurt Adam's so much smaller hand, as he gave his name...."Andi, with an 'i'," he laughed. Adam gave his own name, and they both laughed when Adam said, "With an 'm' " while Andi kept hold of Adam's hand. Adam didn't pull away, just let it 'play' out....if there was gonna be any play. After all Adam had been through with Shane and the others, he was very aware of 'signals' even though he was really a sex novice.
After several seconds with their palms pressed together, Andi released Adam's hand and asked, "You jus' gettin' home fum school, hey?"
Adam nodded, and said, "Yeh, welll, sorta...got out while ago, but jus' came by the rest stop on the way."
Whatever Andi's game was, he knew that game.... and now he needed to know if that was Adam's game. "So," he asked, "any action there?"
Adam's head snapped left to look at Andi, but Andi cooled it, and kept his eyes on the road. He didn't answer and jus' worked his hands into his cargo pockets, and shrugged down a bit in the seat.
Already pretty sure he knew what was up, Andi persisted, "Say....so was there?"
Adam felt beady sweat breaking out all over him, and his clammy hands clenched in his shorts.....and he said, "N-nuh-no, uh, whatta yuh mean?"
Andi, yukked out loud, and said, "Come'on l'il dude. Look atchu....you're a fuckin' frigged out mess. Yur hair's like ever'where, and yur clothes look like yuh got dressed in a closet....or.....say.....a toilet??? Shit man....and now you shaking an' all nervous'ed up. How's about I tell you? You got blowed at the restroom...orrrr...YOU blowed some dude at the restroom, right?"
Adam didn't answer, but shrunk himself further down in the seat...the guy knew his game, he was so much bigger, and, and....Adam was startin' to get scared.
Andi sensed the fear, and put his hand to Adam's shoulder and neck, squeezed and massaged him a few times, and said, "Hey man, I'm not puttin' yuh down, dude....hey, look....I done it mahself. Lotsa guys done it. Lots more den you think, eh? Tell yuh what. Jus' to prove to yuh that I'm your bud, whip it out boy, and I'll suck yer brains out!"
When Andi thought he saw/sensed the slightest give in Adam, he pulled to stop by the side of the road, reached into Adam's crotch, and rubbed the boy so sensuously...and Adam gooed up and squirmed his back up and arched forward in response with a big sigh. He was jus' not ready for this...so fast after his first day in 'trade', and having already got off today. Andi kept on and soon the kid's zipper was down and Andi had Adam's still soft boy pud out his boxers fly. He rolled the peter head over his fingers, and Adam started to get hard and harder still, and Andi was down on Adam's little joint like a beaver. He started suck-pulling up and down and Adam's mid-section kept jerking up to Andi's face each time and then he started to hump Andi's face. Just as Adam left all his worries behind him and got into this joy-filled face fuck, Andi sat up and gripped Adam's pecker with his hand, jerking it, and making Adam continue to bounce albeit, unnerved with the loss of that raspy tongue that was giving him so much comfort.
Unnoticed by Adam whose eyes were tightly closed was Andi's cock fully hard and out of his pants, and gooing up some precum, when he pulled Adam's hand from his pocket and folded it 'round that big boy hardness next to him on the seat. Ohhhhhhhh! It was the biggest hard Adam had ever held! Andi rubbed it up and down once, twice, three times....and then Adam's hand was running up and down faster and faster on it's own, and Andi leaned into Adam's ear and whispered and licked a little tongue darter, "Take me down, boy....it's gonna be soooooogoooooooood....you know it....you want to do it, too," and Andi was still working Adam's now rock hard peter. Gently he pulled the boy's head into his pants and face planted Adam right over a cock so wide, Adam reworked his lips and jaw wider to take it inside. Andi yowled, "IGNITION! Little fucker....take it baby, take it! Andi started up-rutting Adam's fucking face and mouth and in just a few seconds, there was a 'Gwukking' and 'Awking' and 'Ahhckking' and even in the throes of an obviously powerful cum, Andi calmly said, "Oh, baby, you are best blowboy I've ever had, my man...my l'il dude.....Oh man! Oh MAN! I gotta place for you boy....I do gots a place for you!"
As he absently pushed Adam's head so far down the choking boy couldn't breathe, he shot his load. He bucked so violently, both boys lurched up several times, and Adam was snorting uncontrollably....and gagging for slurpy, hacking breaths....Andi, leaned back to look down, and he smiled happily, so broadly, and so proudly at Adam.....he had powered such a wild cum into Adam's mouth and throat it had backed up and was even coming out his nose, down his lips. It was glorious! Andi took the boy's face off his still spasming, drained prick, with a "Phook!" as Adam's super stretched lips snapped off Andi's monster, he covered Adam's mouth and nose with his own mouth and tongued and sucked his cum from the boy's upper lip and nose. Adam's tongue went into Andi's mouth, and the boy swooned in Andi's arms.
The recovery was a long one. Neither boy ever softened, or garaged his meat. As Andi finally sat up, and faced front, he looked down and saw his right pants leg was gooped with boy jizz, seeping through and making a huge wet spot. Smiling, he looked into Adam's face, and with his hand behind the boy's neck, he turned Adam's head down and pointed to the patch of boy spoo Adam had shot without touching his gun....Adam looked back up at Andi, and smiled sheepishly, but there was something else there....what was it? Adam pushed back so he could get back down lick his own goop off Andi's pants.
When he came back up to, he looked sorta longingly, with far away eyes into Andi's face, and snugged up right against Andi, who put his arm around his shoulders.
Without a word, Andi followed Adam's directions to his house. When they pulled up in front, Andi recorded the house number to memory, and asked for Adam's phone number. With Adam still in a fog, Andi reminded him to put his hard prick back in his pants, squeezing it's sticky head first. Adam zipped up while he licked his sticky off Andi's hand, and bent down to lick Andi's prick one last time.....till the next time, and zipped Andi's pants for him, patting the hard cocked fly, rubbing it.
"I guess you're my boy, now Adam. Am I right?"
"Yes," the boy nodded looking deeply into Andi's eyes, "Oh, yes, YES....Pleeeese?"
"Yes, you are Adam.....and fum here on you say, 'Yes, SIR!' right?"
"Yes, I am...oh yes Iyam....SIR!" Adam said.
"When I call, we will arrange our first day together," Andi informed.
Adam opened the door and got out of the car. As he watched Andi take off up the street, he waved in answer to Andi's upraised arm out the driver side window. While standing there he was dizzy in faces and images, of these last hours. What to make of Rob and his 'date' on Friday....? and Ben, even, geez. And oh, Shane's date that night, and the money he'd 'made' for him....not to mention his service to Shane....and his 'need' to be Andi's 'boy'. Shaking his head...shaking it off, he just turned to his house and started up the walk.
It wasn't too long after that the phone rang...it was Shane. "You got me a stake, faggot?"
"Yes, sir," Adam responded, lying, saying he made $10, figuring Shane would accept that as success...and he did.
"Good boy!" Shane yelled into his ear. "My date's at 7. So I'll stop by for the stash b'fore that, and then, after the movie, I'll pick you up for a little fun with Carrie....so tell yur 'rents you'll be out till about 9:30-10, 'got it?"
"Yes, sir," Adam answered, and tried to ask what HE was supposed to do, but Shane had hung up. Whut the fuck was he gonna be doin' on Shane's date? Somehow, he jus' knew this wasn't gonna be so fun for him.
Now earlier in the day, back at Middle School lunch period, soggy Zach made his way to the boys locker room to meet Casey for his 'warm up'. When he got there, Casey was sitting, facing his own locker, as Zach walked up in a sorta waddle. Casey smiled knowingly, snapping his fingers, pointing, he indicated to Zach to drop trou. As Zach's cargoes hit the floor, followed by his boxers, Casey shoved his hand into the diaper. He laughed at his own humor, when he said, "Man, you could be in a Pampers ad, fagboy....dees t'ings almost perfeckly dry." He pulled his hand out and pushed it into Zach's face for a lickoff, before wiping it on Zach's tee shirt. Then he had Zach step out of his pants and shorts, and walk over to the brightly lighted area of the sinks and urinals. Backing Zach up with a short shoves, he sat him into one of the urinals, whereupon he said, "Le's open up faggot, and Casey'll warm up yur pud fer yuh."
Zach pulled the side fastener and pulled the front down so Casey could stand in front of his 'boy urinal' and piss in his Pampers....and, he did.
Zach just turned away, not wanting to watch, but rudely jerked back to reality, when two other kids, younger than them walked up in typical boy curiosity, and just stood on either side of Casey, and they looked confused at first. Then, as if a light went on in their little minds, one followed the other and whipped open their zippers and as Casey was finishing up shaking his peter dog water on Zach's tee, both kids let loose onto Zach's cock inside the re-sogged diaper. Much to Casey's pleasure, Zach was no longer the picture of a perfect Pampers commercial. The result of three boypud power pisses was seeping several streams down the insides of his legs, and into his socks. The two young guys looked up and smiled for approval from Casey, who patted both their shoulders, and as the kids mimicked Casey by shaking the excess into Zach's shirt, Casey asked 'em, "Let'im clean you off, dudes. Down faggot!"
Zach slipped from the lip of the urinal, down to his knees and looked up at Casey pleadingly, as Casey yelled right into his face, "LICK THEM TOY DICKS OFF, SUCKBOY!"
The kids were so excited, and their little cocks jumped and bobbed as Zach's tongue whisked underneath each boy's peter. "Take 'em in yer mouth!" Casey ordered. In four rounds of quick in, suck, out, in, suck, out, the kids both pronged right up and their pricks snapped right up against their bellies. Casey bust out laughin' and said, "Man, you li'l dudes gonna have some fun jackin' tonight. Gonna be some squeaky bedsprings in YOUR houses, I bet," and turned away and was gone.
Zach staggered to his feet, as the kids zippered, waddling up behind him, bugging him with questions like, "Hey, do you really suck guys?" "Do they like, c-cum, uhm, in yer mouth?" "Do you a'ways wear diapers?" And then, one of them yelled after Casey who was almost out the door, "Hey, umm, kid....kin we make'im suck us....fer real....?" his voice fading with the 'Bammmbrrr', of the slamming door.
Without a word, Zach was dressed and moving past them as fast as he could to get out and away so the kids didn't know where his next class was, and hoping he could disappear into the woodwork without any more kids knowing about him, and the services he performs.
Later on, Kip got off the bus at Tommy's stop, and Tom followed right behind with an arm 'round his shoulders. As they walked, Tommy said, "Firs' t'ings firs', dude. No more Shane, Casey 'er any o'dem fuckers...got it?"
Kip nodded, quickly agreeing, not knowing how much pressure could or would be brought on him by the others, but he DID know, he WAS Tommy's...Shane told him that....so this should be ok.
Tom continued, and asked where Kip lived. When they established that he was close by, they arranged that Kip would come to Tom's house each morning 45 minutes before the bus, and get into "reg'lar service." Kip just nodded to all this as his head started to fill up with more than he could handle.
Up the drive and into Tom's house, they went through the back, the kitchen and into Tom's room which was locked, surprisingly. Once inside, Tom told Kip to get naked and get in 'fuckboy' til he was ready for him. As Kip shrunk to his knees, naked on the floor with his finger up his boy tail, Tom dropped his backpack, kicked off his sneaks, and then walked up to Kip unzipping, and said, "I gotta piss boy....take it in yur hands, and relieve me. And, yuh better not spill any pee on my floor."
Tom looked down, almost admiringly, as Kip reached into his boxers and took Tommy out for a piss. Kip looked up into Tom's face as he fed the kid's prick onto his tongue. The first spurt shocked Kip! It fired in a wide stream and splashed off the back of his mouth, with spray coming back out all over Tom's pubes and lower belly. Tom laughed, patted Kip's head, sunk deeper, and held the pee back a little and looked down into the kid's straining face. Man, this was puttin' the 'uggle' in struggle! Kip couldn't swallow fast enough and he tightened his lips and swallowed, and gurgled and gawked and spitty piss drool was seeping out his mouth down his chin, chest and cock, legs, and.......the floor.
He shivered from the cooling pee seeping down the front of his lithe young body, without thinking it was dripping on the floor....but Tom was not of a mind to care for the moment, and as the pee ended a hardon was in full bloom. Tom leaned forward pushing Kipper's head over backward, face up, and drove his hot peter back and forth between those tight-sucking lips, enjoying that boy tongue-muscle working its way under and around the sides of his nearly 6 inch tool.
Tommy wasn't really planning such an early get-off what with fuckboy 'training' to be done, but, well, a boy's cock has a mind of its own, and afterall....it WAS in the 'neighborhood'. Now he was pulling Kipper up straight, and pistoning the kid's face over his prick faster and faster, and now hunching, and jut-fucking him some cutey boy face like there was no tomorrow.... 'Oh, man....have tuh have it....' you could hear his inner boy raging....gritting his teeth, pounding him some boy mouthpussy. "THROAT! THROAT!" Tom screamed, and Kip, with his prior boy play and the sex'ercise last night to draw on, gwawked his throat hole open just enough to allow Tommy in. The kid swooned in joyfuck! "Ohhhh!" Tommy moaned, as he went to stone, and held motionless. Kip was digging his fingernails into Tommy's legs as he snorked a way to breath, his throat stuffed with Tommyrod. Tommy was so exercised he had tears running down his face. Oh it felt sooooooooooo.......goooooooooood! With little jut-ruts in and out, rocking Kip's turned-up face back and forth, he groaned, "Gluck yer throat, kid...gluck on it....jerk me off wit' jus' yer throat......fuck-in' DO it!!!!"
"Ukkl! Erkk! Gwukk! Gluck!!" Beauteeefullll!! Tommy's tiny little ruts gave just the right little sparking tickle to Kip's throat-jack, and with tears of joy Tommy's cock doubled wide, and spasmed syrupy boy jam down Kip's wide open mouth hole....again...again....and AGAIN!
Out of control, trembling, Tommy lost his balance, and over they went onto Kip's back with one fiery boy cock deeper into Kip's throat than he'd ever taken one. Tommy was firmly planted in Kip's gagging throat....just laying there....heaving, exhausted, a sweaty mess.
Tommy rolled right, off and out of Kip's face, and lay on his side. When he fully recovered, he sat up with a smack to Kip's belly which got Kip to bolt up to sitting with his hands palmed to the floor and knees bent up and to the side.
Tommy squatted down, ankles crossed, and crooked his finger, pointing, indicating he wanted Kip on his belly, neck strained, face up. Once Kip was in position, Tommy pulled Kip by his neck and jaws over his crossed feet and into his crotch. "Stick out yer little tongue, boy.....gooood. Let Tommy present you wit' some cocksickle now....uh-uh...ea-sy...ea-sy...jus' da tip o'yer tongue. Yah! Like that. Do it. Tip, then suck yer tongue back in. Then...back out and tip-tongue yer life rod. Le's be doin' that fer a few minutes now, hear??
Kip nodded quick-like, and tongue-tipped Tommy's cockhead tip and pee hole over and over....and over. Tommy leaned back on his hands. Kip's strained position, was a tremendous effort for him....sweat beaded out all over his naked skins, and was really streaming down his face and nose now, as the 'game' was approaching half an hour! Ohhhh, Kipppppper!!! Do it boy. Tippy-tongue 'at dick! Sooooo beautiful!
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