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Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 36
Reader note: Usually each chapter starts with a recap of the last chapter and then the new scenes commence after the title line. "Zach" has been so long waiting for an update that the recaps of each scene and the new scenes are melded together here for some semblance of continuity. Hope I've achieved it.
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 36.
Shane pressed his chest hard to little brother Casey's sweaty back, and as he hamslammed though Zach, he was also pumping against Casey, too. The grunts of all four boys in their fuckpile almost harmonized. Air was constantly being sucked into four mouths and pumped out of 'em, each time Shane bottomed deep in Zach.
He pulled out without blowing another wad, and plugged his little brother for a few strokes now.
The sun was low. Long shadows streamed across the room and over the boys as Shane laid down next to his boypile creation, and instructed the boys to choose a body part on him to lick. Zach and Steve unbunged their tongues. They'd been eating each'n other's asshole for almost an hour by the time they pulled out.
They were now lapping Shane's teen feet, pits, balls, cockhair, titnips, and underknees. Just when Shane would get over the shock of one tongue swipe, he'd be exhilarated by another. Then he created his mastercum. He sat up like a buddha at the headboard of the bed. He pulled Zach's and Casey's lips together in a smooch. Then, he fit his meaty teen prick between them like the petals of a cunt. He began to surge his cock up and back through their lips, having them occasionally open their mouths and take the head into both their mouths at the same time, tongues-a-swirlin'. As he reached the first tingly twitches at the tip of his wick, he grasped Stevie by the back of his neck. Now, at the end of each upfuck through Casey's and Zach's lips, Stevie would suck in Shane's cockhead, then 'Smook' off when it receded. Six boy lips choreographed to cock!
As Shane blowed off, he had all three boys' mouths open and sucking the cum out of the young teen's convulsing cockhelmet. Six lips...three tongues, "OHHHHGODDDDD! I nevah..! Suck ohfuck! Eeeeeeshhh! Uh! Ayeh! Ohyeh! Ohmigod! Oh suck me...suck me...suckkkkkk meeeeeeee!!!!!" Shane screamed hysterically.
He jerked up, and left, and right...and finally with cum still firing he flung himself back against the headboard like he'd been shot!!!! The kids were all duckin' and divin' to get away from his kicking feet as he lay there still buckin'. O-man-o-man-o-man! He was THE fuckin' shooter if ever there was one!! The boys went after ever rope and curd of cum slop shot from Shane's cannon muscle.
"Oh boys! Oh boys! Ohhhhfuckboys!!!!" he wheezed, and slumped against the headboard. The boys waited....and waited, till Casey told them to get their clothes and get out. As they scurried around the room to get their clothes, Casey instructed both of them to have pampers on in the morning, and for Zach to bring the BenGay to the shitter stall before gym.
Both boys said, "Yessir!" and half-dressed were shoved out on the deck outside Shane's room, and the door slammed.
Next morning, preparing for school:
Shane had planned for Casey to administer the BenGay in his truck on the way to school, but he was still relishing the ecstasy of the previous day's toyteen suck'n'fuckathon, and slept in. He even shoved Casey away when the naked dork crawled up to his bedside to dutifully wait in 'fuckboy' to give his big brother his morning blowjob.
Casey fell backwards and over from Shane's shove, shook off the shock of the shot to his chest and being knocked down, and crawled back out, across the breezeway and down the hall of the main house to get his shower. While he was taking the warm spray in his face and mouth, and soap-fingering his tail, he devised the scene he was going to play at the bus stop, now that they wouldn't be getting a fuck-ride to school with Shane.
At the bus, Casey had the two fucktools, Zach and Stevie, kneel in front of him and ordered Zack to show him the BenGay. A sneer morphed Casey's cutey-boy, towhead face into sheer wickedness. Other dudes at the stop couldn't make out what was going on.
He took the tube from Zach, opened it and then held it open under the kneeling kids' noses and eyes. When tears had fully streamed down both sets of teen cheeks, Casey capped the tube and shoved it down into Stevie's diaper. "Keep it there till gym, fuckwad, and then in the shitter stall you can let Zach tongue it outta yur pampers," Casey instructed. The dopey doofs just nodded like they was some bobble head dolls at Casey's orders.
Rob's bedroom with the cum-filled rubber he picked up at Adam's that morning:
Easing the pressure, the tingle-twitchy excitement built again quickly as Rob beat his meat full-stroking up and down his joyed pecker from cockhead to balls and back and again and again. His breath shortened. His toes curled under. He screeled deep inside his throat as the inside of his thighs became electric and his butt came up off the bed. His smooth young naked body arched and strained as he madly whipped till he shot Adam's rubber full of his own powerful cream blowoff....."Ahhhhhccchgghhhhhh! Ayeh! Ohuhhh! Sooooogggooooodddd!" he wailed as his spent body jerked, jolted and flopped to the bed in a huge sigh as the young dude expended all his air. The boy's body lurched, bucked and jolted seeking relief from sexual boydick turmoil. His blurry eyes looked down his slender trunk to the condom covered peter....the focal point of the most fun he ever has on any day....and joyed in the sight of the white curdled mass of spoogoo spread over the length of the rubber on his cock. He quaked another two times before falling into a dream of cum and boys and dicks and....mmmmmmm.
He woke soon enough and it all began again. He pulled the rubber from his joint and emptied it into his mouth and swirled the mix of Adam's and his own juice over his boy taster before he swallowed it all while he rubbed his neck like he could feel Adam's sperm slipping down into his belly.
With his other hand he wacked off while he got to his feet and hunched forward with bent knees up on his bed jerking his pud while he stared at himself in the mirror. His cum shot everywhere around the room in front of him and dribbled the last dregs over his fingers and into his cockhairs before he flopped to his knees exhausted once more.
I doubt that Adam could appreciate what he'd done for Rob with just that 2 minute beatoff before school that morning.
But then again, Adam was a bit of a thinker, and might have caught what his morning's spooge would mean to Rob.
When Rob woke up next morning. He was humping his mattress. His bareass bubble butt was squirming up, down and around, as the handsome horny teen college freshman thrilled to his tingling cockhead burrowing into his bellybutton beneath him.
He quick-flipped over onto his back, bringing his knees up and feet flat as he broke into a full morning boydick beatoff. "Uh-uh--unngh--a-mann!" he huffed as his butt cheeks squeezed and his toes digged into the sheet. Then with his leaking dickhead peeking out of his cupped hand....he stopped. A quick snap look to the clock said it was right around the time he would be leaving for school on a weekday.
He couldn't remember....was Adam gonna leave him a 'sample' even on weekends? Cold sweat beaded his face. He jumped up. If the kid left his jam in the mailbox this morning and Rob didn't pick it up by mistake, it might queer their regular morning arrangement. Rob couldn't bear that.
He jumped from bed and was still stepping into his lo-cuts as he got to the stairs and took them by twos, grabbed a juice off the table as his mother just shook her head...and was gone. He jumped into the car and was out the driveway in a flash.
He hadn't bothered with a shirt and was just in a pair of cutoffs and no socks.
Rubber burned as he peeled down the street on his way to Adam's place. By the time he turned onto Adam's street, he was calming, and he eased slowly to a stop three houses from Adam's mailbox. It was past the time when Adam would have left his rubber. He put the car in gear and went on up to the box. Again he used that fake envelop with Adam's name on it, to give him cover if he was questioned about going into somebody else's mailbox.
He pulled the lid, and there was no prize this morning. He was calm, though trembling. Pretty sure there was no plan for weekend days with Adam, and turned back to his car.
Adam, thinking Rob might be greedy for boy cream, had fitted his own hard peter into his boxers and headed downstairs to see if his needy friend had come by.
As he opened the front door....a big smile came over his face....Rob looked up with the click of the door, and immediately was shaking all over.
They both looked up and down the quiet tree-lined street. Rob stood with his hand on the door handle, anxiety overwhelming him. He just knew he couldn't find the right words to ask Adam to jerk a wad for him this morning, even though he knew Adam probably was standing there because he knew why Rob was there.
Adam stunned Rob when his smile broadened, and he waved him in!
Rob nearly fell down tripping over his own feet in the happiness of not only getting his wish, but maybe getting it a hundred fold!
Huffing from running up the steps in his cockboy frenzy, he stuck out his hand to shake Adam's as he reached the door. Still holding on, Adam turned and guided Rob inside, and over to the kitchen.
"Hey ma, meet Rob. Met him after school t'other day. He's a freshman at State."
"Hello, Robert," mom said formally. "Would you boys like to have something for breakfast?" They both agreed to the stack of pancakes she had in her hands. She made her excuses and went about the laundry chores in the basement, leaving the boys to eat. As they gulped juice, Adam asked, "Do I guess right?"
Breathlessly, rubbing into his fly, Rob said, "Oh yeh, mannn! I am so..."
Adam nodded and smiled. "You can lick your hand if you like. The last thing it touched was my joystick and you shook with me."
The fuckin' kid licked it madly. They both stared blankly at each other, then bust out laughing, kicking at each other under the table.
Now Adam was one horny dude, and he really understood everything that was making Rob so crazed even if he wasn't as wild as Rob himself. He sure was confused what with Shane, the fuckboys and all...and how Shane shocked Adam's own self when he put Adam on dick that first time.
They went up to Adam's room then, and Adam had Rob help him strip the bed and then put aside the fresh sheets his mother had left by his door that morning, to put them on later. He was about to put the dirty sheets in the laundry bag, when he reached in for a couple pairs of his boxers and socks. He pushed the handful up to Rob's face. Rob was like a hungry dog! He shoved his nose and face into the kid's dirties, then shoved them into the bag, and buried his face into the bag! He held it closed snorrfing all of Adam's scents!
Adam laughed out loud. "You fuckin' nuts, dude," taking the bag and sheets and dumping them in the hall for his mom to pick up, turned, and closed the door, flipping the latch.
When Adam turned around, Rob was holding a rubber out for Adam to provide his offering. Smiling he took the rubber, and went over to the stripped bed. Sitting he said, "Yuh know...weekends wasn't part of the deal."
Rob said, "I wasn't sure,...well....I didn't want you to think I forgot if it was....and I more umm, didn't wanna miss it if it was in the box."
"We haven't talked about cash, Rob. We hafta do that. I ain't free, man."
"I know," Rob hung his head. "I just don't have a lot to spare, but for what you can give me....do for me....I was thinking of getting a job after school."
Adam realized how much this kid needed cock for sure. "Look. The original was ten you, twenty me....each time. So we can do $10 a blow....and a bonus deal if you gotta have my dick more than once a week....and....it'll be $5 bucks for this morning."
Rob's head was spinning. He was trying to figure his gas and food money against his cock money. He said, "I don't have anything with me this morning...not a dime."
"Well," Adam shook his head, "you not looking reliable here...and I'm doin' all the givin'." Rob's head hung down.
Adam scooted his ass up on the bed, and shoved his shorts off as he laid out flat, his fine dick lying to his thigh. 'A'kay...here it is. I get whutever I wantchu to do this morning, and you get it free! But that's everythin'!...or nuthin'!"
Rob was pulling his cut-offs open and crawling onto the bed.
He looked into Adam's face and Adam just nodded. Rob swooned up dizzy as his mouth sucked Adam in and gave Adam his first cock driven jolt of the morning.
That first load was a quickie. In 30 seconds, the rockets went off, and Rob was eating his beloved boy nectar direct from the manufacturer.
After having Rob open the window to air out the boy sex smells, Adam had the college boy tongue-rape his armpits. "I wantchu to suck and chew out my armpits till I scream, cocksucker...and when I'm screaming and beating your head, you get down and do the same thing with my feet...and toes.
Rob never had so much boy joy at one time in his whole life. Well, he never had any. But some of the things Adam made him do he never even dreamed of in the quiet darkness of his room. He was whipping himself so fast and hard while he worked every part of Adam's boy person.
"Oh yahhhh," came from Adam's tightened throat, when Rob's tongue sunk up into his butthole. He HAD to have had boy sex before. He did it all too well, Adam was thinking. But Rob was just a virgin dreamer....that is up till that day at the rest stop when the stranger kid at the rest stop and Adam banged his hole silly, picking his cherry.
Crazed....wild eyed....Adam lurched up and flipped Rob onto his back. He was sucking hard for air as he worked his prick, seeming to rub it over with lube while keeping hard. He shoved Rob's legs up over his shoulders kneed up to his hole and executed some severe reamage on freshman fuckboy.
"Fuck you, faggot college boy....fuck you!" Adam whispered into Rob's flushed face, as he banged the kid's brains out.
Rob was hysterical, and his tongue kept trying lick some part of his fuckerboy, and had to settle for Adam's forearm. Adam was giving Rob a special treat he didn't tell him about.
Adam also was experimenting in what his two college fuck tools needed....and he rubbered up Rob's dick, and as he pounded the doof's lights out there in the shining sun of morning, he beat the kid's cock to cum.
When he was fiddlin' with his own cock before impaling the fucker, he had rubbered up for the butt slammin' he was giving Rob, and when he finally slipped his cock out of Rob to have him tongue swarsh it clean, he held the full rubber above Rob's nose. Rob shivered in his joy. He gave Adam ten vacuum sucking kisses to his peter, popping his lips off the head each time, in thanks for the fabulous gift that would give him the ultimate happiness that night and the next.
Rob didn't even think to ask what Adam was going to do with Rob's cum as the younger teen stripped the cummy baggie off of Rob's prick. He might get hot that night and remember it, and think Adam really wanted Rob's sperm....just like Rob wanted Adam's.
Adam barefooted his way downstairs behind Rob as they went outside. Adam had his cock hanging out of his boxers at the driver-side window when Rob closed the door. Rob stored the rubber of Adamjam in the glovebox, and glowed into a wide grin when he turned to say goodbye and came lips to pisshole with Adam's porker. He gleefully kissed his benefactor a long smooching cockhead suck, still hanging on Adam's peter as he eased into gear and pulled away. Adam almost blowed another load right there in the street.
It was 10 o'clock, and in three hours he was gonna meet Ben for another dick-slide.
Down the block, at exactly 1 PM, Adam bent his knee and put his foot up against the lamp post behind him to await Rob's best friend, Ben. He figured he'd keep his house a secret from Ben, just in case Rob was parked at the house and Ben came by.
He still got pangs of guilt every time he thought about the two assholes. Here they were, carpool buddies in their freshman year of school, paying for cock from a kid several years their junior, taking orders from him, when if they knew about each other they'd have it all....in school, outta school, in the car, in bed, in their mouths and up their asses and all for free from each other!
But Adam had learned well from Shane....the original fuckboy trainer. He might feel bad about hiding Ben's and Rob's secret from each other, but Adam was gonna be 'Number One' with the dick to be serviced.....and that's the name'a that tune.
Around the corner and just a few minutes late, the big family car pulled up in front of Adam at the corner. Mostly, Rob drove when they pooled to school since he had his own car. When Ben's mom let him have her car, he would drive....but that usually was not more than once a week. Having to share gas and all was another drain on Ben's wallet. And now, with young meat to pay for, things were getting tighter than ever.
Adam plopped hard into the seat next to Ben, and said, "Hey man, why don'tcha get me out for a little airing so I can be randy and ready for you at the park."
Ben was a really shocked at how bold Adam was, but not shamed enough not to realize that this is his only chance for boycock, and he couldn't chance losing it.
He turned to face Adam, and unbuttoned the kid's cargoes, fishing the young kid's dick out of his boxers. The first feel of Adam's teen meat in his fingers sent shivers up and down Ben's spine. Down deep, Ben was pretty much in denial about his newly discovered 'need'. He felt that he wasn't sure he could mouth another guy's dick....he still thought to himself that the funk of a dude's privates and that 'geez' that's whut he pisses fum, how could I ever put something like that in mouth and look in the mirror after?'
But....he here was, holding boypud in his hand, and saliva was building so heavily in his mouth his teeth would soon be drowning.
"Ahhhhhh, that feels good, dude.... Yuh know...we haven't settled on whether it's you or me, and whut kinda cash didja bring with yuh?" Adam reminded Ben.
Ben was rolling Adam's hardening dick over his fingers as he looked into Adam's questioning face. Adam pressed on, "It's like, yuh know, like at the rest stop can, man.... ten you, twenty me," meaning Ben could get Adam cheaper by ten bucks if he sucked that tempting peter in his hand, than if he again had Adam suck him.
Ben reached in his pocket and pulled out a wrinkled old bill ten dollar bill. It was like he couldn't speak the words...that he would suck Adam...he just showed the bill.
Adam smiled, and said, "O-KAY....you prepared for duty I see, so let's head out down this road till the second left and we'll go down by the creek at the park."
For someone who still felt the need to deny his needs, Benny had a tough time relinquishing Adam's meaty prod to the kid's boxers once more. Adam didn't bother to zip up, but instead made a mess out of Ben by flatting his palm to his shorts and grinding his prick up against it....worming around in his seat....hunching his pelvis up and down, all but fucking his hand while poor Ben tried to both keep his hands off Adam and keep the car on the road!
"Ohgodddddd!" Ben screamed and the car lurched to the curb before that left turn and dived his face into Adam's open fly! His soppy tongue surged out of his salivating mouth immediately soaking the top of Adam's hand and the boxers below. Adam worked his hand out from under Ben's burrowing teen face and let the kid muff-dive his flyhole!
The kid's tongue found the cockhead and slupped it into his mouth! Adam cooed as he pressed the back of Ben's head down and resumed the earlier hump-pumpin' except now, instead of the kid's hand, Adam was fucking him some boy face!
If Adam hadn't served a multi-dose of teencream into Ben's buddy 3 hours ago, he'd have surely blowed his nut right there with this crazed college cocksucker blowing him out there in the front seat of the car, pulled wrecklessly to the curb, motor running, in the street not two blocks from Adam's house! As it was, he reached under Ben's chin and pulled the kid's face up out of his shorts and leaned down to look into Ben's eyes.
The kid's eyes looked smokey....hazed and dazed....Adam's prick was between his lips! "Yur a beauty, dude...one fuckin' cocksuckin' beauty! I hate to stop this, but you gonna drive the price up if you don't get us down to the creek for some privacy, dickwad," Adam said to the dumbly nodding boy whose lips were still wrapped around Adam-dick!
Finally, with strings of pre-cummy spit breaking as Ben's lips separated from Adam's cock, Ben breathlessly pulled himself up to sit behind the wheel again.
With a pat to the back of Ben's neck, Adam said, "You did good, man....let's roll now."
Ever so slowly, Ben shakily put the idling car into gear and moved cautiously across the two lanes to make the left turn.
When Ben pulled the car into the parking spot at the park, Adam was first one out, and when Ben finally opened his door and got out, Adam asked the still worried teen if he wanted to let Adam guide the scene.... When Ben didn't understand, Adam said..."It's like...I tell you whut yur gonna do, and you don't even think about it....yuh just do it."
Ben almost looked relieved, and nodded anxiously like he'd had the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders.
"Ok, then," Adam said, "strip outta yur pants, sneaks and socks and leave 'em in the car.
Ben stalled and stared hard at Adam, not sure he heard right.
"Remember, Ben....just DO it!?? Tee shirt too," Adam coaxed.
Ben was at first doing a slow striptease, but then realized he'd be half naked if somebuddy drove up, and shucked the rest of his duds in just a few secs. He rushed around the front of the car to get out of easy sight of the parking area, and Adam was pointing to the ground...."Crawl cocksucker!" he ordered Ben.
Ben's face pained up at the order, and sank to all fours when Adam reminded him he accepted to have Adam guide the scene.
Half way down the path to the stream, Adam picked up a branch and used it as a switch to wale on Ben's ass the rest of the way. He snickered when Ben lurched forward for about 3 knee-steps with each snap of that branch across his boxered tail. Adam was walking right along side Ben so he could pull back and crack that thing square across both the kid's cheeks.
If Ben had any doubts about his needs, and was able to achieve rational thought at this point, he'd know....his teen prick was rock hard and pressed up against his belly, nudging out of the waistband of his boxers and leaking like a sieve!
Finally at the end of the path, everything opened up to show the breadth of the stream before them. Adam led the way to a secluded spot on the bank, surrounded by brush and trees so he could obtain private service from his paying customer.
Adam stood fully dressed, his foot up behind him against a tree and had Ben turn his back to the stream and shuck his boxers which were wet-spotted with cumdrool from his precumming peter.
Ben was trembling in both shame and anticipation of his long denied lifetime desires being satisfied for the second time, but not rushed and so embarrassing as it was in that rest stop shitter. Well....it WAS pretty embarrassing....as embarrassing as anything could be for him.
Adam shook him when he ordered him to start beating his meat on his knees facing Adam. "I wantcha to really fuck yur hand dude. Don't just jack on it. I wanna see yur whole booty shaking while you work yurself up to a real funnin'," Adam directed. "And let's see yuh suckin' for air and wheezin', dude...ha....and I wanna see that cocksuckin' tongue'a yurs hangin' out right when you get soooooooo close to blowin'!"
He asked Ben, "Do you eat yur spooge, dude? I mean...yuh know when you jerk off...you eat it?"
Ben wrinkled his nose and shook his head almost immediately.
Casually, and almost matter of factly, Adam said, "Dere's awways a fust time....but....I don't getchu, man. You gonna suck me off right here...now...and you don't like to eat yur own jam?!" Adam asked rhetorically, but Ben answered anyways, shaking his head 'No' again.
"Look, mah mannnn...you gonna be eating cock pritty reg'lar fum now on, and you gonna be swallowin' spunk, dude. So you better be gettin' yuhself in practice. From now on, you jack off home, you eat yur own spunk.....and I mean enJOY it! Yu swirl that spooge in yur mouth and think about the thrill you get blowing it off....and make believe it's mine. I guarantee if you dream it's mine....all my little sperms ready to do the backstroke in yer belly....yu'll be ready to blow anudder wad right afta. HA!"
Adam whirled his hand 'round and 'round to speed up Ben's wackin'. In no time after Adam told him to imagine the spoo he would eat up was Adam's, he reached under his tightening nutsack and really started to hump his fist rocking up and back off his heels.
"STOP!" Adam roared. "You ain't gettin' off at all this afternoon, cocksuck! You just gonna get me off as many times as I say. So let's get to it. Get over here and get me nekked...it's time for my servicin'."
Ben started to get up, but Adam just shook his head slowly and motioned with his palm down for Ben to stay on his knees....and then pointed along the ground to the spot in front of him. Ben got it....and heaved almost exasperatedly in the realization that he was to c-r-a-w-l to Adam's feet.
He crawled alright, and looked up doofy like into Adam's face once he'd settled back on his haunches again. Geez...this kid was inches taller than Adam....could prob'ly beat the fuck out of Adam, too, but goddddd how he needed this teenboi meat!
Adam just pulled at his own clothes and Ben got right to undressing his soon-to-be boy master. Adam bent over so his tee shirt could be pulled over his head, and then shoved his right, sneakered foot up into Ben's chest for him to remove next.
Ben dutifully stripped off both Adam's sneaks and socks and then unsnapped the pants to let them drop as he went for the boxers. Ben had gotten blowed by Adam at the rest stop that day last week....so everything they were doing was absolutely the first ever time for Ben. His whole body quaked so from the nervous tremors and his head was spinning in the sin and shame he felt for doing what he longed to do for as far back as he remembered....but had buried so deep inside he never even consciously thought of it.
Trembling fingers shimmied the boxers waistband down Adam's slim, firm thighs.
Adam sinked two fingers through Ben's lips and while he rode them up and back over the feary college froshboy's tongue, he raised Ben's face up to look into his eyes. Adam flashed his own tongue out and swiped it back and forth out of his mouth giving Ben guidance for his own tongue action over Adam's fingers.
Removing the fingers, he wet-willied Ben's left ear with them and hunched his arching semi-hard prick out into Ben's face. He pooked the moist cockhead on the dumbed older teen's forehead, nose and then started to swipe it left and right across Ben's lips which were still slobbery from the swabbing he did of Adam's fingers.
For the first time in his life....and shaking almost out of his skin....he opened his mouth for another guys cock! 'Oh god...oh god what am I...ohgod' his mind was awhirl....he thought he was passing out....a young dude's cock had slid all the way to the back of his mouth! His lips closed. He held Adam on his tongue without sucking. The saliva started to build up under his tongue. This was so shocking since he had to think about what he was doing. When he'd downed Adam back there in the car, he just swooped into that teen crotch out of lust-filled, never-satisfied need!
Adam's hand came around the dude's ears and he twisted Ben's face up to look into his.
Adam swirled his tongue out of his mouth and made kissy-sucky sounds with his lips and then rutted Ben's mouth. Ahhhhhhh! The kid swabbed boydick for the first time. Adam's knees buckled with the great feels only a dude can feel when cocksucker tongue swipes that super-sensi tangle of nerve-endings in that little triangle under the head of his dick.
"W-w-workout, dude! Do me good! You paid for this, man....getcher money's worth!" Adam reminded his cock-pleaser.
Chicken skin prickled over Adam's entire body and his dick steeled with the fantastic feels the first time dickeater was giving him.
"Ohhhhhhmannnn!!!! Diss CAN'T be yuh fust time, dude! You graaaaaaaate!!! Ahhhhmmmm!" Adam started to hump him some college boy face and his groans were pitching higher and higher into a screamy siren!
Oh, geez! Adam pushed forward and leaned down into his cocksuck, gripping the kid's naked shoulders and started to ream face. "Gwukkk! Ullffpp! Ucch! Cucch!" Ben gawked as Adam constantly stuffed the kid's throathole time and again, and then....and thennnnnnn....a breathless Adam growled, "Open up back dere! Get that deep breath faggot...and start swallowing spit and keep swallerin'!" Adam ordered the poor doof who was doing all he could to get enough breath between face-fucks to survive this ravaging ordeal.
On the third sucking swallow Adam slid right down Ben's throat. It went so smoothly, it even shocked the face-stuffed Ben! Adam yukked as he short-stroked the deep mouth hole and he watched Ben's eyes glow wide as saucers in sheer fear!
He pulled out wrecklessly, and Ben's head snapped back and forth, up and down as he grabbed his neck, tried to spit and cough himself out of trouble.
Adam didn't wait before pulling his fagtool over his boymeat again, and this time rubbed his throbbing peter again and again over the curling, sucking college boy's rasper till he felt he was close to blowing his nut.
"Open up pussyface! I wanna watch my cum shoot over your tongue. DO IT!!!" he screamed when Ben was slow to release Adam's meat. Clearly, the new cocksucker was really getting into his new sport.
Ben looked up dumbly into Adam's face as he opened his mouth wide and his tongue snaked out and quivered under his cock-prize.
Mannnn....that sticky, slippery prefuck goo was in a froth all around Adam's prick, and strings connected Ben's lips and even extended from Adam's dick to Ben's upper lip.
The silvery boy seed mixed with the spit and shimmered in the bright sun by the stream.
Adam was flat out on fire and started pump wacking his prick to shoot off in the other dude's mouth.
Ben stared at his face...then the oozing, engorged purple knob. He could see the drooze at the piss hole which was opening and closing in a distortion from the norm with the rapid boyjack torture Adam was putting his prickhead through....
Ben was almost cross-eyed as he stared, trance-like at the twisty, tortured piss hole and then....thennnnn....Adam's inner thighs seemed to recoil as he shot rope after rope of milky white fuck curdle over his cocksucker's tongue. The quivering mouth muscle made the whole scene even more surreal there under the tree by the running stream in that secluded area of the park. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgodddddddddddddddddddddd!" Adam whispered hoarsely to no one in particular as his face turned skyward and his eyes closed.
Adam shuddered and quaked...his knees buckling, the electric charges shooting though his inner thighs and into his lower belly and upper back. His toes first splayed up and out as the first of the throes of his cum shot through him....but then they curled under and digged into the grass of the stream bank.
Ben was scared so that he didn't dare move his wiggly tongue which tried to stay still under the cum'slaught and still pulsing boy prick pressed into it.
It didn't matter, Adam's aftercum shakes rubbed his tender meatknob onto the rough surface of Ben's tongue and he collapsed from the lightning bolts that shot through him. Ben's arms naturally grabbed onto Adam's legs in both help for the younger kid and his own protection from being sprawled into the ground.
At last, Adam recovered....and he kneeled in front of his cocksucker and looked at that cum-iced tongue. "Beautiful....perfeck...beautiful mah man!" Adam gooed at Ben.
"You has did good, dude....real real goooood!!! You was borned for diss, mah man....fuckin' BORNed to it!" Adam continued to joy over how great his amateur blowboy had done him.
Spit was burbling in the poor fucker's mouth. He hadn't been told he could spit OR swallow....and Adam was fingering the slop around on Ben's tongue now. He was taking gobs on his finger now and diddling the kid's ears. He rubbed some of the spitty spooge above Ben's eyelids, into his pits, and over his nipples. He told Ben to rub some the goop over his balls and dick, between his toes, and he told him to stick cummy fingers up his own boyhole.
Ben was in ecstasy. He shivered with the shamy excitement of rubbing another guy's 'stuff' on his own special places. His breathing was short....his heart was pounding. He needed more from his new boymaster than he could have imagined.
When he reached under himself to finger his butthole, he quivered and fell over in a trembling heap. Adam laughed and watched the doof start to absently frig his hole. Ben had never even THOUGHT about ANYthing being up his hole....nowwwwwwwwww....geeeeez! Geeeeez! It was the only thing on his mind now!!!! if he could think, that is.
Adam watched while rubbing his own belly and chest, and enjoying the sight of the quaky older teen starting rock his own bunger back onto now TWO fingers and he lay in a near fetal ball on his side in the grass.
Adam grabbed Ben's ankles with both hands and turned the kid over onto his back, spread and raised his legs and Ben barely slowed his butt-frigging digit diddle.
Adam smiled wide as he watched the soft, fragile boyhole skins grip onto Ben's fingers on the outstroke. It was fascinating. The skins tugged onto the friggers like they were trying to keep them inside. Then, oh then...how fantastic! The skins curled under and back inside when the friggin' fingers plowed back in to give Ben the more fun than he could ever make for himself. He might never be able to beat off again without a finger up there!
Adam knew....he knew beyond any question....Ben was ripe for breeding! He'd seen Shane take down the whole bunch of fuckboys he'd controlled these last months....even Adam himself! He knew the signs when a kid was just begging to be taken....to be shown the joy he'd never known that was way up inside him....and only satisfied by a persistently probing, prodding, pumping, pounding, pummeling boy prick!!!!
Adam's smile glowed as he leaned to Ben's upturned tail, rockhard tool in hand, and "Errrmmpphhfff!!!!" he sanked his pricktool slowly, relentlessly right through those newly tucked-in boyhole skins, to his balls! Ben was needy....so ready....so fucking ready, the only thing he really felt was the tingly twinge of stretched boy pussy skins which at first felt like an indian burn to them boypussy skins, but then sent shivers of itchy, fevered joy out to every nerve ending all over his body! The chicken-skinning made him shiver as his hole was made to ride it's first cock! This ride was gonna be the sunrise to his new life of service to the cock!
Adam pounded on through that boybox again and again....winking at Ben and smiling into his face. He would switch to thinking how Ben and Rob were such close friends, yet hadn't shared their secret need with each other....and how here they were separately, paying a younger dude for what they could give each other endlessly....for free. Shame and fear take such strong hold of boys trying to make with the macho show.
Adam would never reveal each kid's need for dick....to the other....at least not anytime soon, he was now wanting to make it grossly even more exciting for himself.
Rob was stopping by Adam's mailbox every morning for Adam's rubber of teen beatoff.... hmmmm....a light went off when he thought about whose goo was gonna be in that rubber the coming Monday morning. Just the wild thought....and the deceit he was going to foist on these two unsuspecting faggots made him, buttsnap and ram his cock harder into Ben's freshly deflowered asshole and scream out "HA!" staring right into Ben's confused face and eyes.
"How much you think you can take queenie....I can go all fuckin' day!" Adam taunted his cumdump.
Aaron found Bart wearing shorts swiped from his locker, and worse, the rubber in his pocket he'd jacked in during class, was sucked clean....Aaron knew Bart was a prize, and set up for him to service him that afternoon and night at his house:
Out in the fifth wheel camper all night in Aaron's yard, as morning dawned, Bart was silent except for a tiny whimper that seemed to get louder just then and then fade down again....
'Bang! Bang! Bang!" was the thunderous wake-up to the camper door. "Up and at'em boys!" yelled Aaron's dad. The sun was bright. "You did good with the fire last night. Don't be late for school, hear?"
"Ughh..uhh whu! Oh yeh! Dad! Yeh! We're up! We're up! See yuh!" Aaron kept his hands clasped behind Bart's neck as the young teen bobbed on Aaron's morning rod. With his dad outside, Aaron whispered, "Don't 'Gwullkk!' so loud when you getting breakfast boi! Suck quiet!" he snickered to himself as he leaned back against the wall, his legs came up over Bart's shoulders, feet resting on the kid's back. His thighs tightened around Bart's face, his toes curled as he closed on blowing his morning boyshoot into his young slaveboy's throat, bucking wildly, rocking back and forth on the bunk and against the wall. If his dad was watching he'd have seen the rocking camper.
As it was, in the distance, from out in the driveway, "Whutta mess!" Aaron heard his father. He got a heart stab when he realized they had forgotten to clean off the fuckjelly dregs they'd left when Aaron reamed Bart on the windshield during the night.
"Fuckin' birds!"
"Whewww!" he sighed when he heard the accidental alibi roll off his dad's lips. The fuckgooslop ooze from Bart's double-fucked out bunger dried on the window and thankfully looked like bird doo to Aaron's dad, who just ragged it with windshield washer. He did wonder when it went slimy under the damp rag instead flaking like bird shit. Shrugging he flipped the rag to the garage. Then he spotted the piece of 'boy-whipping' hose and threw that aside too, as he opened the door and got in.
When the engine started up to cover their racket, Aaron yowled as he shot the most wonderful teen nut in the world....that fabbo morning boner shoot. He shivered in joy and pounded his bare feet to his cocksucker's back. He really made a boycumblow racket in there.
As his dad backed down the drive he saw a weird two foot wide mashed grass swath across half the lawn. He furrowed his brow but kept backing out, and was at the bottom of the driveway, when he saw Bart come flying out the camper door, jumping to the ground, cock-floppin' naked! followed by Aaron equally butt-bareassed. He watched from the street, and he saw Aaron run for the hose and spray the arms-flailing Bart who was hands up and waving like defending himself from assault....orrrr...it was a bad karate imitation.
Aaron's father bust out laughing and even got tears in his eyes. He couldn't wait to tell his buds at work 'how these fuckin' kids showered this morning!'
Bart wailed and Aaron's hysterics redoubled when he saw the full back grass stain on Bart's back from the overnight 'wheelbarrow' fuck he threw him on the front lawn! He'd have fun brushing Bart raw later getting it off. The racket outside even got the mom looking out the window getting a charge watching two naked teens frolic like 6 year olds. She was thinking....'It's been so long since I saw my boy naked like this. Look at his little bubble tail. He's even got dimples.' She just stared. Bart's peter was all shriveled from the cold water out of the hose. Aaron was charged up tormenting his boyslave, and his mom raised an eyebrow and even got a natural stirring seeing her horny teenaged son on the bone! And one fine bone it was!
The kids scrambled on into the house and Aaron's mom heard the ruckus as the barefooted teens thumped up the stairs. She knew they were butt naked as they flashed past the kitchen doorway so fast there was nothing to see....at least nothing more than she'd already seen while the kids frolicked out in the yard. She even felt a surge of pride that her son's peter on the rod shamed his 'buddy's' shriveled pud.
They charged on into the shower and Aaron actually worked at getting the telltale grass stain from Bart's back. Once he was satisfied with his efforts, with the shower off, he kneed Bart to the floor of the tub from behind, and laid his now semi-hard cock on top of Bart's dirty-blond crewcut, and using the utmost restraint, he started to ooze a stream of piss over the top of Bart's head and down the kid's face. The dribble of oozing boy-water streamed over Bart's clenched eyelids, down and around his nose, and spread across his closed lips, down the chin to drooze down his neck, chest, belly and pubes. Cool, was how the dripping piss looked draining off of Bart's own cock to the tub floor in a yellow puddle around his knees.
Aaron really had strained to keep his normal racehorse stream to little more than a trickle so he could effectively shame Bart the way he wanted. Now, as most of his bladder was empty he gripped Bart's shoulders and coaxed him around to face his teenmaster.
Showing an upturned open mouth as a model for Bart, Aaron began to drain the last of his plumbing straight into Bart's mouth. Aaron laughed when Bart actually seemed to be pulling and darting his tongue away from the incessant stream as it shot right to the back of Bart's mouth. He tried so hard to keep his mouth open when he swallowed or Aaron would be merciless.
Forgotten was how horny Bart was for boyplay and how little Aaron let the poor fucker get off. Again, he was not allowed to even touch his prick, let own get his own relief.
Aaron handed the kneeling piss-dude the soaped up rag and presented his own naked wetness for washing.
Of course after the final rinse, Aaron lobbed his hog into Bart's shocked face for a breakfast blowjob.
Bart started slowly, but with the urging of both Aaron's hand at the base of his head, and a ham-slamming face-fucking, butt-snapping rut that Aaron gave him, Bart worked like mad gulping boyprick with the fever Aaron wanted on his cock. With the wet of their skins and tub, with the water off, the suck-smacking and tub floor squeaky sounds were echo-magnified around the tiled room. Bart's eyes blinked shut every time his forehead smacked into Aaron's lower belly and he 'gwuck'ed and 'gwalppf'ed each time the ramming teenmeat shot through his throat hole.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm!!!!" Aaron coo'd when he sank his porker right through Bart's throat and held as he bellowed, "Swaller it, faggot! Swaller hard....again....again.... ohyehhhhh!"
When Aaron finally came down from his face-pummeling romp through Bart's mouth, and his total body aftercum shudder calmed, he stood straight and looked down at his cocksucker while gruffly bending Bart's head back, face-up so he could look right at him. "You fuckin' dickeater....you MINE, dude....annnnd....my cock's! You can plan on ridin' my tool ever' day as often as I want it!"
With his head harshly bent back to stare into Aaron's face, he blinked....he strained.... and he knew Aaron was gonna use him, and use him a lot! What chance did he have? He wouldn't fight it if he could. He knew what he was....he'd found out a long while ago....at the bathroom in the park, when he alone, and with Kipper had made reg'lar visits to suck any and all cummers. Staring, blinking, he nodded....well as much as he could with Aaron gripping his head so tightly.
"Looks like you getting tuh wear more'a my clothes, just like the stuff you stoled fum my locker yesterday," Aaron told Bart as he pulled a pair of shorts and a shirt from his drawer for Bart to wear to school. Of course, he wouldn't be allowed to dress till Aaron was dressed....by Bart.
Bart was relieved both to get something to wear that was half decent, and more than happy at not having to eat Aaron's asshole all fucking day as they were actually going to school instead of skipping so Aaron could use Bart's face and ass all day. Patting the top of Bart's head....he was always kneeling when he was with Aaron....Aaron said as he beat his dick around Bart's face, "You took such good care'a junior here, Bartiefag, that ahmena letchu go to school today afterall. But, I think he'll be needin' yur homo face long about 9:50 between classes. Be at my locker...got it??"
Bart was still dodging, ducking and blinking from the face whacking cock Aaron kept beating him with.
He waited, knees aching, while Aaron took his good time getting his clothes out. Aaron threw each item at Bart as he selected it till finally coming over with his lo-cut sneaks and 'Whapp! Whapp! Whapp!' he beat them all around Bart's upper body. The treads on the bottoms were leaving temporary tattoos of blanched skin with each thumping Bart took.
"Kiss each part of me you dress BEFORE you put each clothes on me....socks first fagboy!" Aaron ordered him. "Geeez...yur such a fuckin' queer! You love'iss don'tcha?? DON'TCHA??!" Aaron growled. "Lookit yer queer dick, man...yur hard, dude....geeee-zuss! Yu even drippin'!
"I don't mind tellin' yuh dude...I don't like it! I don't like it at all! Yu likin'iss too fuckin' much. Ahmena hafta do some 'nother shit till you DON'T fuckin' like it! Dammmmmmn! Whutta queer!!"
Kip's bedroom with his big bro after finding the email to serve Tommy in the morning: Kerry swoooooned! He'd had his share of blowjobs...queers and cunt alike. But sucked by family! Sucked by his little brother! Nothing was ever gonna have this effect on him again. "Ohhhh mannnnnnn! Eat meeeeee little brother! Chow me d-o-w-w-w-w-n!"
Kerry's butt scootched to the edge of the chair and his cheeks flexed and hunched inside the boxers and jeans still covering them. He pulled down with clasped hands behind Kipper's neck and was absolutely stunned when the well-practiced young cocksucker SWALLOWED HIM ALTOGETHER!"
There was no doubt that were Kerry standing he would have fallen right to the floor in the thrill of the shock! Tears of absolute joy welled in his eyes as he went limp and fell into the back of the chair.
"Ohhhwhewwwwwwhuhh!" Kerry wheezed. "Wh-where...where l'il bro....where'dju evah learn tuh---omigod---dooooo this!"
"Gwupp! Guwulpp! Goolucch!" was all Kipper answered with his scwulping boy guppy lips working big brother cock root right into the short hairs while his tongue slupped over the handsome shaft running all through his mouth while his throat muscles swallow-pulsed just past Kerry's dickhead crown. Kerry was bucking and humping boyface in his chair. He had no control any more. Kip's mouth had totally consumed his being. Kip's eyes bugged out his face as he stared up into Kerry's. His big bro was in a frenetic turmoil. He was out of his mind with absolutely too much pleasurrrrrrrre!!!!
All he kept gasping was, "Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! Pleeeeeze save me! Kip-peeeeeeee, no-ohgod-noooo morrrrrrre! Please-uggghhh-lemmee gohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Kip was snorting short breaths through his snotted nose, heaving his chest violently....but still he felt the warmest he felt in a long time for his brother. He hadn't called him Kippee since Kip was 6....and when he was about ready to free his brother's dick, he redoubled and swallowed several more times hard as he could over his brothers big dickmeat!
Amazingly.....and probably what was wilding Kerry more than anything was that in his hysteria, he hadn't shot his wad! It was all built up like magma in a volcano....he was READY TO BLOW...BUT DIDN'T...COULDN'T!!!"
"Eeeeeeessscchhhhssssswsskkkk!" was the unsuctioning of Kerry's cock as Kip pulled off of his brother's pretty dick. The little guy thought his whole insides was coming out his throat with Kerry's dick! He couldn't believe how sore his throat was when he voided it.
Kerry's kicking feet and punching fists almost clipped Kipper a whole bunch of times as involuntary spasms overtook Kerry's entire body. But most of all and fabulously, was the fucking boy-wad-gusher of Kerry jelly that covered Kip's face like whitewash. There were gobs of pearl spoo hanging from the kid's hairline, eyelashes, nose and lips....even his fuckin' ears!! Nine fucking spermrockets!
"I'm smoverized!" he squealed!
He was recovering from the enormity of the throat stuffing cock, and was laughing in tears and so joyed his brother 'smovered' him and most of all....called him 'Kippee' again after all these years.
Kerry reached down and swept the cute waif into his lap and sucked his lips into his mouth, cum curds and all!!!
Kippee was bucking and jerking and Kerry thought he was not liking what he was doing, and as he pulled him away he watched the young boy shoot his boxers full of spooge! Talk about brother love...this was it! Kerry "Yahhhhhhhhh"ed at Kipper and pulled him to his chest again and licked all over his face and kissed him again.
Kip melted into Kerry's arms and didn't even feel the big kid get up and carry him to the bathroom, run the shower and stand Kip in the sink....before licking off the kid's soppy standing peter as he stripped him.
Kerry shivered with the re-establishment of himself with his brother. He once thought wild tongue swiping over his butthole could drive him to take cock up his ass....
All of a sudden, it seemed, Kerry's face screwed up in question. Kerry wanted to know wherefrom Kipper 'learned' all this new boy fun. It apparently was bugging him the whole time, and through all the afternoon's nut-blowin' fun, but now that he was recovered from the cock-thrill ride his little brother so unexpectedly took him through, he was able to put two thought's together.
"Hey, boy," Kerry said as he couldn't help himself from diddling up inside Kipper's giggling body, "how'dju come to be faggin' wit' guys?"
Kip shamed up a little with the word, 'faggin', but he loved his brother and in his blushings, with sweat starting to bead all over him again, he said, "It was, uhm, weird...like, dees kids in school I liked, camed over the house one afternoon. We sorta yuh know, um, funned aroun' an' an'...I guess we all did...ummm...started....doin'....stuff... wit' each 'n'udder and even suckin' and stuff. Nuthin' much really....but....I liked it!" Kip shared.
Kerry started to ask another question, but Kip kept going and said, "...and then I meeted up wit' diss older kid, Bart, 'an he was doing dicks at the park...yuh know? Blowing kids from inside the stall dere. He took me wit'em this one day. Kids wuz puttin'ere dicks in through the hole in the wall and we shared 'em. Mannn...I do it ev'vy chance I get."
"You LIKED that, dickweed??" Kerry asked stunned.
"Goddddd...Ker....I-I-I....loved it...LOVE IT!!! I'd do it right NOW Kerry," Kip turned beet red and looked down, "like...ev'vy kid I see....I just...yuh know....I wanna...." he busted down crying and Kerry cradled his head against his bare chest, rubbing his face on the top of his kid brother's head.
Without coming out of the snug against Kerry, Kipper spoke into his bro's chest and finished...."Ev'vy kid I see...I wanna....SUCK him...swallow his stuff...I wanna get fucked alla time....Kerry....I fuckin' LOVE IT!!!!" he screamed....tears droozed down Kerry's chest, belly and into his belly button and out. The little dude, saw the tears dripping into his big brother's navel....and in typical fagboi style, he burrowed down and licked out his brother's belly button....annnnd...and he pressed his soppy cheeks even further down....to Kerry's pubes....his root....and over his cockhead.....AGAIN!!!!
Kerry flung his head back when the young teen's tongue wilded his cockhead so expertly. If Kerry could think at all, he'd be saying, 'Dayammmmm! Iss kid is soooooooo goooooooood!'
He was thinking about having Kip spend the night....or the weekend with him at his apartment....to continue getting the layout on what'd been happening with his little brother since Kerry moved out. Shit, Kerry hadn't paid any attention to Kip for a long time, since even BEFORE he moved out. This was like a whole new thing....a surprise happening....an awakening. He was just about to ask Kip to finish the tale...Kip hadn't even started to tell Kerry about his being initiated by Shane and the others to be a 'fuckboy' for Tommy, Adam and Shane....or how Shane had become boymaster among his fellow teens and had assigned Kip to be Tommy's personal fuckboy.....which would explain the note Kerry saw on Kip's 'puter that started this whole revelation.
Kip didn't know that Shane had tried to turn out Tommy just like he'd done with every other kid in the fuckboy circle. Tommy fought Shane off and was pissed at him for trying to make Tom blow him. It wasn't clear whether Kip's being 'awarded' to Tom was a peace offering, but Tommy took it to heart and took Kip to his cock and was as hard a master as was Shane.
Well....the rest of the 'fuckboy' saga was gonna hafta wait....even the way the boys had to get naked before the masters, kneel, tongues out and finger up their butts in what Shane defined as 'fuckboy' position....at least Kerry wasn't going to hear any of this till Kipper finished his big bro off....again!
"Ohmannnn! Suck it l'il bro...suck itttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!" Kerry moaned as he pulled Kippee's face into his pubes and deeped the little fucker's throat....
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