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 27.
Stevie screamed, "Oh yeahhhhhhhhhh! Eat meeeeeeeeee! Oh mann! Oh, fuck! Oh, Zach! Ohhhhhhhhsoooogooooood!" and cummed. He humped and bucked and bounced under Zach's impaled and straining face which was ostriched down over that superfuckin' boy pud. Little fucker....he held Zach down on him, and wouldn't relent as his breath started to come back to normal, and then went limp settling into the bedclothes. The softening Steviecock, "Thweeuckkk!" slipped from Zach's throat. Zach raised up gulping air, looking blankly over his bud's pulsing prick and heaving chest, up into Stevie's face. Steve's eyes were closed. He gripped his soggy semi-hard dick and wagged it in front of Zach's face. Zach's extended training clued him and in his exhausted sex-crazed stupor, he reached for Stevie's dick and kissed at it over and over while Stevie rested. Obsessively, Zach buried down into Steve's balls and licked them, until Steve hiked himself up and said, "Gotta go, dude. If I don't need you after dinner tonight, let's have you in 'fuckboy' by my bed in the morning and rarin' fuh brea'fast....got it?!" he asked as he patted the top of Zach's sweaty, matted jet black crewcut.
Zach nodded anxiously, "Yessir," and started handing Stevie his clothes. Before Zach looked for his own shorts, Steve was gone. Zach looked around at his room, his sweaty, rumpled bed....rubbed his palm up and down his chest and belly like naked kids do, and then leaned down to the goop-slop from his own cum in the center of the spread. With his forefinger he dipped in and tongue-tipped a bit of it....then a little more without any reaction....just so matter-of-factly, and then wiped the rest with his sock, trashin' it with the dirty clothes. He then flopped down full on where Stevie had been...smelling his bud's sweat in the pillow, and rubbing his body in the spread where Stevie had been....and slept....his last movement....a very slow grinding hunch, hollowing the dimpels in his butt cheeks.
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 27
Morning came too soon for little fuckboy Casey who was to be in his brother's room right snappy. He hustled his little beaver ass across the breezeway to Shane's room over the garage. Fucking suite is what it was. His own bath and shower, and a room almost as big as the downstairs living room; TV, VCR, microwave, fridgerator, every comfort.
Case slipped quietly through the door and set himself in the new position Shane had dictated earlier in the week.
His mind drifted back to that day: Shane had said, "Fum now on, when you're waiting to serve, you'll be on your knees, sitting back on your heels, hands on your thighs....
"Then, when I snap my fingers the first time...you will snap straight up off your heels, hands clasped behind, a finger up your hole, feet crossed, like usual. Next snap, fall forward onto one hand, keep dat other hand back so your finger stays up your butt. Keep yur feet still crossed, though....
"A'kay, next snap, head up...last snap, shoot yur tongue out and hold....
So those were Casey's new orders for positioning.
He set himself back on his heels, boxers off and on the floor...he looked at them forlornly for a sec. He waited.
Soon enough the alarm went off, and after several dead-to-the-world moments under Shane's covers, there was a stir...a hand, a rub of the eyes...a yawwwwwwn, then a rough kick of the covers up off him. He lay bare, his cock at the prong which he soon was tuning with a deft fingering. His eyes finally opened, and there to his wondering eyes did appear, the ever morning smiling face of Fuckboy in service.
Shane smiled at his brother for a long moment, then snapped his fingers. Casey popped up erect. Then Shane popped his fingers in quick succession and Casey dropped and jerked around like a little blond trained seal till he was at the final position with his tongue out, quivering in wait, his neck strained up. Shane swung his legs to the floor and nuzzled Casey's cheeks with his knees. He had put on another inch and was up to near 5' 9" accentuating his washboard stomach. Shane's 6" hard was kissing his navel. He looked into Case's eyes and said, "Piss hard boy....drain it!"
Casey, his mouth already open, and tongue stiffed out like a quaking ledge, he knee-waddled forward to the bed-edge, and kept his balance straining while grabbing for Shane's belly hugging prick to pull it to his mouth. Shane grunted, and bent way forward to free up his plumbing, and after a small trickle, then started to flood his gurgling little pussyface's mouth. Casey knew to prevent spills and sweat broke out on his face as the force of the flow increased. He tightened down over Shane's dick, and accomplished the slowing of the flow and prevention of the leaking. Swallowing like crazy his throat looked like a bull frog's at fast forward. Soon Casey was relieved as both the spiggot turned down and his big brother was giving the top of his head a 'good boy' pat.
Then, of course there was the swelling to deal with....Shane was hard as a brick again....yet........and smiling, his prick nuzzling Casey's palate back....and forth. "Serve me boy," Shane said gleefully as he flexed his prong, bouncing it from tongue to mouth roof. Casey looked up into his brothers's face, his neck craned up straining, his lips closed. Shane nodded faintly, and Casey's eyes closed as his tongue made the first swarsh over that big boy dong.
"Look at me, Fuckboy, LOOK AT ME!" Shane growled the first displeasure he showed since he was roused by the alarm clock.
Casey's eyes flashed back open and had a pleading look to them as he started to run his face back and forth over his brother's joyrail.
Shane smiled at the little dork, and then started bouncing up and down on the edge of the bed, so Casey had to bob up and down himself to keep him inside his mouth. There was no longer a pleading face on Casey, but more like one of desparation as he sought to hang on, tongue and vacuum his brother's pud. Shane had loved watching Casey 'perform' to his finger snaps in that herky-jerky robotic form, and now wanted to ensure that Casey felt the fullness of the power Shane had over him, and that Casey also now needed.
Casey's finger was still working his own hole, and with all the bobbin' and humpin' his support hand was so hurting. Shane stood and pulled Casey's face up with him, and now Casey feared all up 'cause he couldn't keep his hand to the floor as ordered. Shane started to back away as he turned dragging Case by his mouth and tongue with him. Casey dared to reach his support hand for Shane's leg and knee-waddled around the room with Shane who would alternate cock flexes with rapid fire fuckin'. Every time he pumped him, he'd both surprise Casey as well as jab his throat hole, making Casey gawk and shlpluk when his mouth opened. When he had Casey with his back to the bed, he gripped him under the arms and leaned him over backwards, knees bent under him, propped his head down with his neck out and did the final insertion of his throat probe. Shane drilled for throat and sunk through, then out...again...and a "Gwahhhkk!" and out...and the final time he caught Casey between breath and swallow and the kid snorted and sucked exhaled and inhaled seemingly all at once sounding like a wild boar....
Shane laid hard into the boy's face from a half standing, knee-to-the-bed position, and then as he shot wad after wad of pleasure jelly through those swabbing boy lips, he was more than pleased....a grand smile crossed his face when he realized his cumshot was pouring out his brother's snorting nose. He got that: "My work is done look" all over his face....pulled up and out, cock smacked Casey over and over and over as the kid blinked, and ducked, and tongued and didn't know what to do to insure Shane's pleasure with him while flinching.
Just for funs, Shane grabbed his hair with both hands and bounced the kid's head on the edge of mattress a few times with one final shove, and then snapped his fingers. Casey shot out of the awkward position, and went right to the last 'fuckboy' position, which was knees, one arm, tongue out, the whole deal. Shane was joyed, and waled his naked brother's tail and said, "Get me washed boy!" There was a knee shuffle as Casey hightailed it to the bathroom to get Shane showered for school.
Zach was hustling this morning as he readied for school early enough to get over and take care of Stevie. He got a heart stab when pulled his football print designed Hanes boxers on, and spied his Pampers lying behind the door where he threw it out of Stevie's view the night before. He was supposed to wear it today, wasn't he? He found himself in debate about how worse can it be for him with Casey if he doesn't wear it....oh man, was he supposed to piss in it before he wore it? What a way to start the day, and him so spiffy clean out of the shower. "Split the diff," he thought, smiling to himself. He will wear it as ordered, but not piss in it, and make sure he pisses before he leaves for school so he won't have to go too soon in school....when he HAS to piss in it.
Ugh! Another heart stab....he can't l et Stevie see this and have him join Casey from home AND school with the Pampers thing. He stuffed it deep into his pack, covered by all the other junk in that mess.
A shrug later he was pulling on his boxers then reached for a clean pair of cargoes, and soon was on his way down for a bite of toast and off to Stevie's, his backpack at the drag, bouncing down the steps to his mother's rolling eyes, when she heard the racket from in the kitchen.
Zach went through the back door at Stevie's. Steve's mom smiled and said, "Be a good boy, Zach...please get Stevie up, I've been calling him for ten minutes."
"Yes ma'am," Zach answered and slipped out to the hall and up to Steve's room, past Steve's dad...Daddy Bob....Zach gave a weak smile as he looked in his eyes, then got along upstairs.
With all of Steve's mom's yelling for him, he was more than awake, pissed and wadded a load into his dirty boxers on the floor already. Zach smelled the unmistakable aroma immediately when he opened the door, and thought of 'Daddy Bob' smiling when he would later seek his son's juicy boxers for 'lickin' off.' Steve was some full of piss and vinegar and giving orders the minute Zach closed the door. "Lock it, fuckstick....and get over here and strip!"
In a flurry, Zach was naked with his clothes at his feet, sinking to his knees. Steve grabbed his hair and fed his cock into the kid's mouth. Slick me up boy, you goin' down and dirty this mawnin'." Steve pulled out, yanked Zach's underarms and the kid climbed up on the bed. Steve waddled up between his legs, pushed them up and zeroed in on buddy cunt.
"Eeeerrrmmmphhhh!" Zach grunted as his former shy-boy buddy sank his prick through his asslips and bottomed in one butt flex. Stevie was in a fast fuck frenzy. Gruntin' and huffin' and pumpin' and pummeling his young friend. He smiled down at his fuckboy, with bared teeth clenched, growling, "Fuck you, Zach. Fuck you! Man o' man my dick loves yer tightyboy ass." He stopped, grabbing some breaths, and said, "You just can't believe how your soft hole feels wrapped tight around my meat. Ohhhhhhhgodd, it feels like a soft leather glove, dude." He was flex-wigglin' it inside Zach, to Zach's teeny little grunts. Then the final pounding....a boy rut-fuck to toes curling joy. Zach could feel the initial stings of stretching skins and then the friction heat burning tingle from Stevie's intensity. Stevie was so charged and excited he started crying from the electric charge coursing his whole body as he unloaded his balls. He shook wildly...went silent in his ecstasy, and slumped onto Zach's chest...laying there heaving till his breathing normaled up. He soon was squeeze flexing his peter still housed inside his friend. He shivered each time from driving his sensitive cockhead against those pussywalls. Pulling out to one last shiver, he straddled Zach for a dick swab, after which he threw Zach up and over onto his shoulders to finger feed boyjam from his asshole into his mouth.
With no more than a smack to Zach's butt, Stevie was up and across the hall to the shower. In a few secs, the water was roaring and the shower door rumbled. Zach was bareassed, knees up, and with an arm across his chest, his exhausted fucked out body rested for long moments...his eyes closed. He didn't hear the door open and a large figure slip in....reach for Steve's wad-filled boxers on the floor and slip back out. Soon after, Stevie bounded back into the room, cock flopping all around as he got himself dressed and said, "C'mon Zach, man, you got cock to eat and boys to serve!"
Zach strained up to sitting and reached to the floor for a sock, not liking it too much that Steve made fun of his having to perform regularly for Shane and Casey.
Over at Tommy's place, a whole new fuckboy life was dawning for Kipper. Somehow, the kid felt a purpose in having fuckboy duty for Tommy.
Tom's mother opened the door at his knock, and Kip came into the kitchen looking sheepish. She smiled sweetly, and sort of feelingly at the young boy, knowing he had 'initiation' duty for Tommy. She cupped his shoulder and bent to his face and said, "You let me know when I can help dear, and it'll be over and done before you know it." Kip looked up into her eyes and smiled a weak "Thank you," and started for the hall, and Tom's room. She watched the boy walk tentatively to his 'duty'. This was a whole new deal for Kip...who felt sleep-starved at having to be up early to serve Tom.
Kip opened Tommy's door and slipped quietly inside. He locked the door, stripped naked and went into 'fuckboy' at the bedside.
Boy what Casey started! There were g onna be kids in 'fuckboy' all over town soon....all from one blowjob in a teepee a month ago.
Kipper was trembling, worried about waking Tommy wrong...was there a wrong way? Tommy didn't say anything but to be his alarm. Not even the time. He waited a l-o-n-g minute...then another. Then with a shaking hand, he poked at Tommy's shoulder...harder. Then he gripped it and shook gently...more.. ...more. In a wild flash of covers and light, Kip's face was yanked into Tommy's naked pubes and ordered, "Lick you l'il fuck...LICK!" He was morning piss-hard and this was going to be a whole new experience for Tommy too. He usually did a casual prick tug mornings, sometimes hunching his pillow before getting up and finishing his play in the shower. He shocked himself with the new sensation of having a boy's face between his legs in bed...shooting his boywad....his jam all over Kip's face...in his eyes, up his nose, and with all the wild spasms and jerking, he rubbed Kip's whole head around into the spent dick and vanilla sauce. He yukked at seeing some of his curd inside Kip's ear. "A fine start, boyfuck...a fine start!" Then with a few sloppy cock slaps to Kip's face, he told the boy to get the shower going. With a bath between Tom's room and the guest room, they didn't have to have Tom's mom wonder why Kip is naked. As Tom staggered up, grogged from sleep, yet wide awake but shaky from his surprise wadoff, he made his way to the bathroom. With Kip waiting in 'fuckboy' on the floor, Tommy turned to the toilet and told Kip to hold his peter while he pissed. This was another first for both. Kip had never done that for anybody. It felt strange....and exciting....feeling another boy's dick while he pissed. He was also flinching and blinking from the piss splash spraying his face with him so close down there on his knees. He found himself squeezing and releasing to feel the piss rush through the big tube underneath. Everything was bigger on Tommy. After a few secs Tommy said, give you a target fuckboy, git'cher tongue all the way out and lean over the bowl 'ere....then aim my dick so's you fire dead-on yer tongue. Yeh git down....ooohweeeee...you good, dude. Fuck-in' BULLSEYE!"
Of course, deadeye dick pissed his spray off Kipper's tongue everywhere, from walls to toilet tank, floor and both kids, too, but mostly soaking Kipper's face.
Tom stutter spurted the last of his stream and told Kip to shake it off, which he did...needless to say, Tom was on the bone again which pretty much ended any further piss drool. He told Kip to "Lick it off, pussyboy." Kip licked the droplet off Tom's meat and then as Tommy stepped into the shower, he told Kip to lick off the toilet bowl rim, wipe the walls, tank and floor, then get washcloth and soap and get to washing him down.
Some long soothing minutes later, Kip was running the towel up and down and around while they were still tubbed, and then after he stepped out and got back on his knees, he dried Tom's feet and between his toes placing each foot on one of his thighs. Tommy had the kid snake his tongue up into his hole to be sure and whisk it clean and then to run the edge of his towel in there to dry it. Wow! Tommy shocked himself. That tongue-stabber sprung him an all new woodie. Decisions...decisions. Shaking it out of his head, Tommy told Kip to clean up, and they made it back into Tom's room where he decided to forego the quick butt-ramming he was considering. He had many long months....years?....to get maximum use of his pussyboy. An'ways, he was anxious to see his trainee do duty on the kitchen floor with his mother in the room. Kip knew from last night what he was to do, but till he did it he would never know the pure shame of it all....but Tom's mom was real nice to him earlier. At least that.
Tom's mother was anxious too, maybe even shamed by what her son was doing to this poor younger kid, and herself embarrassed to see the kid have to do it. She thought she might have to leave the room after making breakfast so as not to have to see it all.
She watched from the corner of her eye as Kip walked in sheepy like, and Tom followed. She was some surprised that Kip was barefoot, and was carrying both boys' packs which he placed under the table. Tom waited at a chair, and Kip padded around quick to pull it out for him, and seat him. Without a word, Kip turned to Tom's mom for the plate. She had two...Kip was horrified....and took one and shook his head wildly looking at the other....he was NOT to eat. He gingerly stepped to Tom's place and set the plate before him, then kneeled down into 'fuckboy,' alongside Tom's chair. Shaking her head, Tom's mom left the room, winding her dishtowel. She was going to have a talk with her son for sure that night!! Tom saw the huff in his mother's departure, and his mind clicked to making her accept it. He had all day to make up some lame story she'd buy.
With her out of the kitchen, things turned considerably worse for Kipper. Tom had him crawl over to the fridge and get the fresh bacon package. Kip scooted over and back and Tom told him to remove one slice and put the package back. He did so. Tom's breakfast of toast, juice scrambled eggs, and link sausage was near done, and he had two sausages left. He asked Kip if he'd like the one he had on the end of his fork. Kip nodded hopefully...quickly noodging his face toward it. Tom pulled it back, shaking his head, and said, "What does doggie doooo?"
Kip got it, and made like begging paws up, fever-trembling in front of his face....and when Tom made no move, he made little yelping sounds, too. Tom smiled, Kip noodged close again, and Tom said take it in your hand, and feed it up your butt hole. Kip couldn't believe it! He was more worried Tom's mom would come in and see him with his pants down. Tom was getting impatient and made speed-it-up gestures with his fork, while spinning Kip around so he could watch him drop 'em and do the insert. Kip kept stalling, and Tom jabbed him till finally Kip quick undid and dropped the pants down in a sorta 'moon,' and fumbled around and after three fork pokes from Tommy...he found his boyslot, and forced it through. He scrunched up his face while he did the deed in total dread. He started to pull his pants back up when Tom poked him again with the fork. He jerked his head around and there was Tom with that slice of bacon, and a twist tie. "Wrap it 'roundjer needle dick fuckstick, and fasten it wit' dis." Kipper was exasperated. He couldn't believe all this. He wanted to do good. He wanted to belong...belong to Tom....but he couldn't ketch a break and was starting to be real sorrowful about himself.
Tom saw his head bobbing from behind and heard Kip sniffling. He ignored him. The pants whipped up and Kip spun 'round on his knees as he returned to 'fuckboy.' Tom handed him the plate to wash after which Kip returned to 'fuckboy'...his naked feet crossed, his breakfast either in or on his privates....looking to his masterboy. Tom said, "I think your sausage is 'done' boy, you can take it out of the oven and 'bon appetit!'
When Kip raised the question all over his face, Tom yukked, and nodded, "Do it! You can fish it out through your fly and shorts asshole." Kip did just that. In a way he was pleased to be able to get at it again because it was slipping out since he zipped up and didn't want Tom to know he'd 'lost' it. He was holding it up between two fingers...away from him...wrinkling his nose. "C'mon, l'il dude...you've had cum-soaked cock out'cher ass shoved in yer mouth...and you're worried about brea'fast? Fuck-in' EAT IT!" Glommm...it was in. Kip didn't chew it though. His mouth was immobile. Tommy stared as if to say, 'We ain't moving til you eat it.' He started to chew and Tommy got the biggest smile, patted his head and stood pointing at the packs, which Kip quickly picked up and they headed out....Kip still chewing. As Tom kissed his mother, she whispered "I'm not proud of you, Tommy." He just smiled, and they were gone. Kip walked barefoot to the bus stop behind Tom.
The other kids checked out the scene. One thing Kip didn't realize just yet was since Tom and he were in separate buildings, whatever was gonna happen with his bacon-wrapped pud, was gonna hafta happen between now and their arrival at school!
Adam's day was a quiet one. He went to school with Shane as usual, but told him he might not make it for the ride home...so if he wasn't at the lot that afternoon, Shane needn't wait on him. He made up some lame excuse of meeting his parents for a special family outing.
He had a fleeting thought about the dudes he'd 'met' at the rest area the other day. Tomorrow...he was supposed to meet Rob.
So as time approached for letting out, Adam's hands went clammy, and he was losing color in his face and hands. In spite of knowing Andi, and already having had 'play' with him, and generally knowing the 'what was what,' he was nervous....sorta like a first date. He boomed through the door, more to drive out his demons with both the thrust and the noise, and it was useless.... 'cause instead of waiting down by the road in his car....Andi was standing right there in front of him as the door slammed behind him. He was a whipped puppy again face to face with his new 'man.' Andi's whispy hair swirled in a wind gust as that infectious smile swept across his face.
Adam's surprise flat stopped him in his tracks. Andi raised a welcoming hand and arm as he approached and turned to cradle Adam's shoulders in that arm and moved them down the walk to Andi's car. With an excellent memory to guide him Andi took them directly to Adam's house, parked a few doors below, got out and walked to the house, then around back.
Andi had purpose...and determination. As they stepped inside, he automatically flipped the latch to relock the door, and pulled Adam's backpack from his hand and dropped it to floor. Without a word, with Adam facing away from him into the room, Andi pulled his shirt straight up and off over his head, baring his upper torso. His hot breath was on Adam's neck when the young dude reached 'round front, and unbuttoned, yanked open the button fly jeans, and snapped them right down to his knees. He stepped in the crotch and tromped the pants to the floor on top of Adam's sneaks. Boxers, same thing, snapped down and stepped on. He told Adam to toe everything off his feet. In 35 seconds from the latch flip, Adam stood butt naked, his boy tail smiling at Andi.
With his hands oooozing all over Adam's nakedness, "Are you my boy?" Andi asked.
Adam, still facing away, quickly nodded and said, "Y-yes, Iyam."
Just saying, "Gooood, boy," Andi then asked which chair in the kitchen his father used at dinner. Adam pointed out the end one nearest the door, and Andi had him lay over it on his belly and with an open palm machine gun burst he smacked Adam's cheeks alternately five times on each, then stood up. Adam jerked all over the seat like a fish out of water. Andi told him to lick the chair seat.
Then Adam was to retrieve all his stripped clothes and pack and take them to the next room, the living room. He still had yet to face Andi since they came into the house. He was made to lay chest down on his father's favorite chair and press his face into the seat, where he was spanked once more.... 10 times per cheek this time....his little butt jerking and flexing after each stinging slap.
Andi wasn't sure about this charge of his....there were grunts....no yelps, no whines....the kid just took it. He mused at this, but moved on. "Den, boy....crawl..." and Adam slipped to his knees, gathered up his clothes, and turned toward the den on all threes...clutching his stuff to his chest. Without being asked, he made for the large leather recliner in the corner, and laid face down into the seat. Andi smiled at the little dude's smarts, and went to the side and ripped the footrest lever back and Adam's lower half snapped up and bounced, toes down and hanging off the end of the rest. He then grabbed Adam's sneakers and waled his boy tail heavily for about ten strokes, alternating irregularly on each cheek...then disappeared for a moment into the kitchen. Returning he had a wooden salad serving spoon with him, had Adam raise his feet up and rapped on the mid-sole of the kid's feet 10 times each...."Owowowowow!" Adam wailed.
To himself, Andi said, "Finally...he IS human," smiling. But he knew he had a kid with a man's heart.....balls....and determination, maybe matching his own. They'd been home less than 20 minutes, and Andi already knew much about his 'boy.' "Lick the seat, boy, right under your face. Really slup it up and let me hear that tongue workin' out," Andi ordered.
Adam kept sluppin' and lappin' till Andi told him to get moving to the bedrooms...his parents' first. Moving out on all threes again, they moved at a quick crawl, Adam lunging forward to 'hop' his down hand forward, egged along by the toe of Andi's sneaker. Adam lost balance and went down to one elbow on the floor. Andi placed his foot to Adam's crack and pressed him flat to the floor, mushing his belly and cock back and forth while ordering him get up. Adam tried valiantly, with all he could muster...and still the foot pressed down ever harder. Winded, he flopped again with huge "Phlfftsssh!" and his forehead hit the floor. Andi reached a finger to the boy's gasping mouth and got it swabbed by a spit sloppy tongue, pulled it out and eased it right up Adam's bunghole. Boy did his ass ever shoot up, and then Andi crooked the finger inside there, and lifted him further....and further...and he squealed....louder...."Yeeeeeeeeeeee, ohh, pleeeeeeeze....!" Oh man, higher than Adam wanted to be up in the air, he gathered his stuff and scrambled as fast as could on his toes and one hand, to get somewhere, anywhere, where Andi would stop this. Goddddd, it felt like a terrible rope burn...ohhhhh how he wanted this to just stopppppp!!
He scrambled into his 'rents room and rushed to the bedside and flopped his chest over it, his face in the spread, spluttering and gasping for breaths. The skin tearing pain from his stretched pussylips was like nothing...well, it was like when Shane...and the other guys....and then....his asshole was empty.
He sighed so gratefully. "You my 'boy'?" Andi said just above a soft tone. The boy nodded quickly into the bedcovers. "You need discipline though don't you?" There was a hesitation, before Adam thought the better of this and started to nod 'Yes,' but too late. A thunderous open hand bounced him up and down on the bed. "DON'T YOU?" Andi screamed.
"OWOW-oh-oh-oh YES----SIRRR!! YESSIR!!" Adam screamed back.
Andi sat next to Adam, and started to hand paddle the boy's cheeks, steadily, 30...50....who knows how many times. Even though it wasn't heavy it was hard enough and never-ending. At some point, Adam started to duck and dodge and wiggle his tail involuntarily...sometimes jerking before Andi's hand got there. Then in a swift smoothe motion, a right arm slipped under the sweat sopped naked boy, and swept him upright, and whirled him around like a flour sack, as the free hand ripped the covers off the bed to floor, and one exhausted, quivering boy was heaved onto the sheets, belly up. It seemed like the bed was still recoiling from the boy flop and a now naked Andi was astride Adam's chest and, for maybe the first time Adam was eye to eye with a foreskin. Even though he was no stranger to this cock, Andi musta been so randy the other day, the foreskin had to have been all the way back when Adam took him down. Adam's eyes went wider and wider as he watched that floppy shrivelly skin ooooze part way over the head of the shiny slick pink prize hidden inside.
There was a smell....he didn't know from what, that he also smelled the other day in the front seat, when the cockhead eased up to his lips. Andi smiled, but Adam was tranced by that cock of his, and didn't know how much he pleased his 'man' just then. Andi pushed the soft outer covering back down and covered his helmet once more, then pulled it wide like a fish mouth, and said, "Tongue out boy. Snork it up inside. Nothing like it. Lick the inside of my little shroud boy, and let you feel my cock with the bottom of your tongue."
Adam thought he was bein' turned off by this, what....ugliness? but then, his tongue sought out some cock cave, and soon the slickness around his swirling rasper and it's target became addictive. Drool seeped from the corners of his mouth, and was puddling in that 'V' at his neck under his Adam's Apple, of all things. Andi was being v-e-r-y happy at what he was seeing and feeling. He started hunching up and back, and the pinky prickhead darted back and forth out of its sheath and onto Adam's tongue then back into hiding and over and over and then as Adam started to lose control of where to make his wilding tongue go, the cockhead was firing faster and faster and the bed, his body, was rocking, bouncing, and his head was being pulled onto it again and again....."SUCK IT L'IL FUCK! SUCK ME! Uhuh! Uh! Unggh!" Andi was delirious! Adam's whole face seemed to be sucking cock. Everything. There was wet in his wildly darting eyes....runs from his nose....his lips in contortions...his tongue looked like there was a muscle disfunction....and cum...FUCKIN' CUM was all over the kid's face, and up his nose...even now, yeh, it was....snotting out his nose too.
Searching for breath, Andi leaned back, and felt a coolness....reaching a hand back....he wailed, "You gotcher nut boy! Not good boy....gettin' off wit'out permission....uh-uh-UH!" And with Adam cum all over his hand he smashed it over the boy's face and had him lick what he could get on his tongue. He thrust Adam's feet back and got between the boy's legs, lifted them up, up and over till his toes touched the headboard and poor Adam was all scrunched up in a U-boy. He then told Adam to handwipe his cum off himself and eat it. Andi felt a little bit more on his own back which he soon had the kid licking off his hand.
Andi got up and slumped his tail into a chair in the corner as he watched Adam stagger his whipped butt up and get the bedroom back in order, collect his stuff again and do his hop-crawl to the door. Andi followed and said, "Proud'a you boy. You got us off in your Mom's bed. Proud'a you. Now lets check out your room.
In Adam's room, up on the bed Adam waited instructions. Back up between the kid's legs, Andi swiftly pulled them up and over his head like before, telling Adam to hold the feet bottoms together, and tighten his hands over his toes. "Do you feel the excitement on your feet bottoms when they press together like that, boy?" Adam did feel a new sensation, and was even rubbing them together. Andi's knees scootched under Adam further and further till the boy was way up on his shoulders. Andi smoothed his hands gently over those very reddened, whipped globes. He leaned through the diamond his legs and knees made with his feet bottoms together, and he whispered, "You my boy?"
Adam's red and sweaty face nodded up almost swoony like into Andi's eyes. The eyes were soft, and he said, "You need spanked, boy. You do need spanked." Adam's eyes said it all, his face went feary. His eyes went wide, and might have been saying "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
This longest 45 minutes in his house with Adam was only just the beginning! As the boy jumped and jerked and wriggled and writhed, squealing, yelping, whining and screaming for the next half hour, Adam was spanked....just with Andi's hands. "Why do you get spanked boy?"
"Cu-uh-uhz, uh, owwwwwww, uh oww, I uh...dunno-owww!"
"Tstk! Tstk! boy...I told you. You need discipline to be my boy. You do wanna be my boy...yes?"
"U-oh-yeh...need owwwowow! I need uh..disci-yowww!! 'an-an-annn-uh--yeh, nngh, be-uh boy."
This routine played over and over. He was spanked on all fours, up on his shoulders, on the bed, and in Andi's lap, which Andi enjoyed the most. He loved to reach under Adam and milk his pud for him. He loved how he could feel every jerk and quiver. How he could see Adam's feet fly up and his toes curl. Adam kept forgetting, was reminded, remembering, 'owow'ing, and yelping and sobbing, finally repeating after Andi, how much he loved to be spanked. How much he needed to be spanked, that he wanted Andi to spank him every time they were together.
Andi smiled proudly, and said, "That you can count on it my young dude...THAT is a guar-OWN-tee!!" He plopped Adam to his hands and knees, then straddling him facing his feet, Andi, with a sneaker in each hand, waled him with thundering shots so hard that Adam kept scooting forward from both the shot and reflex...they were moving all around the room to Adam's gasping screams! Two simultaneous shots, one to each cheek, flattened him to the floor.
Andi was rock hard, not a foreskin in sight. Spit-oiling his prod, he slipped down to his knees, rolled Adam's burning red tail over, he pulled the kid's feet to his cheeks. He nudged his slick hardness to the boy's tail smile...kissing the feet bottoms, he burrowed through the crease. He leaned in....the boys legs slipped over his shoulders...he gripped Adam's soft wick wound his hand 'round and 'round....Adam scootched ever so slightly up into Andi as Andi found his target and slowly eased into Adam's hidden place. "Ohhhhhh-uhh-nghhmm," Adam jerked at entry, moaned then sighed. That sweat-streaked face shined up at Andi, and its eyes went wide....way wide, when Andi bottomed to his hairs. Adam locked his ankles behind Andi's head, and his toes went stiff, up and out, then curled under.....
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