Warning this story contains sexual contact between to under-aged males.
Jeremiah Serves by: Eron
On the edge of a small town, in an overgrown field, stood an old metal shed. The shed had been the "secret place" of many in it's long years and it's walls were pock-marked and charred from rough use. On the side nearest the woods, and in the afternoon shade, stood two boys.
One boy had dark skin and an easy smile- his name was Fahd. The other boy, whose skin was as fair as milk, was named Jeremiah. They'd been friends since the third grade when Fahd's family had moved to the town from India. They'd taken over the shed as theirs just one year prior when Jeremiah's older brother and his friends had abandoned it.
Both boys were dissatisfied with country living in their small town. Both boys were outcasts and both boys had problems with their fathers. They stood in silence, the dark skinned one smoking a stolen cigarette, and waited to see who would broach the subject first. After several uneasy minutes it was Jeremiah who spoke- simply because he did not have a cigarette to keep him silent.
"Can we... Can I try that again?"
Fahd looked over at his friend, who was only slightly younger than himself, and did his best to look cool. "You want to do that again?"
"You liked it, right?" He couldn't keep the edge of desperation out of his voice. Sometimes, Jeremiah felt the age gap between them like an ache deep down inside of him. It didn't use to be that way. It didn't matter that he was only 14 months younger than Fahd. It didn't matter that he too would be going to high school that fall. All that mattered was that Fahd was an adult now. He'd turned fifteen and had his "coming of age" party. He was different now.
Fahd tossed the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. "Yea, I did."
That was all the yes Jeremiah needed. He looked around nervously, took off his shirt, and then dropped to his knees. His hands were shaking as he put them, wrist over wrist, behind his back. He kept his eyes down but he could hear Fahd removing his belt. The dry rasping sound made Jeremiah's heart beat faster.
Fahd wrapped the belt securely around Jeremiah's wrists. He paused, unsure, and then took out his handkerchief and blindfolded his best friend. He drank in the sight with a shaky sigh. Jeremiah was gorgeous. His hair fell in short brown waves and his chest, pale and smooth as silk, was heaving. He and Fahd were both already hard as steel.
Jeremiah was breathing in bursts through his nose. He hadn't been blindfolded the last time but he didn't dare protest. He wanted this too badly. He heard the low metallic sound of a zipper and his breath caught in his throat.
Fahd hadn't even unbuttoned his trousers. He simply pulled his cock out of the opening in his y-fronts and pressed it lightly to waiting lips. "Open your mouth," and Jeremiah did.
He eagerly licked what was offered and took it into his mouth. What the boy lacked in skill he tried desperately to make up for with willingness to serve; but his teeth grazed along the shaft and an order was barked at him; "Watch your teeth." Scared to displease a second time he began to lick and suckle the underside of his master's cock.
Fahd moaned low in his throat as his slave began to lick at his scrotum. He fisted his hands in Jeremiah's soft curls and pulled him back; "Take me in your mouth. Take me all the way into your mouth."
Jeremiah complied as quickly as he could, being careful of his teeth, he began to suck his master's cock in earnest. In just a few short minutes, trying hard to keep his throat relaxed, he had his nose buried in a soft mound of pubic hair. He moved his head back and forth, slowly at first, building a rhythm.
Jeremiah moaned around his cock and Fahd groaned and leaned back against the rough wall of the shed. He felt amazing. "Yes. Oh, god..." He watched as his dark cock disappeared in and out of pale pink lips and his heart danced in his chest. "St-stop.." he was too close.
Jeremiah pulled back, his brow creased with worry, "Did I displease you?"
"No, you're amazing..." Fahd was breathing heavily. "Don't move..." One of his hands was holding Jeremiah's head in place... the other was moving rapidly up and down on his cock. The muscles in his back and legs began to tighten. He didn't make a sound as he came. He held his breath and bit his lip as his cum made a Rorschach blot. He dropped to his knees and began to lick the cum off of Jeremiah's face.
Jeremiah moaned, his hips wriggling, "Fahd..."
Fahd continued to lick and kiss at Jeremiah's face as he freed his cock. He wrapped his fingers around it, it was hot and wet with precum, "Is this what you want?"
"Y-yes... please.." Fahd stroked his slave with out mercy. Jeremiah collapsed against him and was gasping for air. He made quiet noises of pleasure into his master's shirt and in this way, blindfolded and bound, Jeremiah came. He coated Fahd's hand in his seed; "Oh god, thank you... master."
Fahd smiled and began to lick his hand clean. "You taste wondeful, Jeremiah. Do you want me to share it with you?"
"Yes." Fahd kissed him.
After Jeremiah was released the two boys straightened themselves up in silence. They were equally thrilled and shamed. They each knew how much they loved playing this way- but they also knew there would be terrible consequences if anyone found out.
Fahd lit a cigarette and the two boys resumed standing together in silence. The only difference was a slight musky smell hanging on them both- and that Fahd's arm was around Jeremiah's waist. In this way, smiling goofily to themselves, neither boy noticed the man who was watching them.
The man on the edge of the woods had come looking for his son- and he had found him. He found him slaking his thirst on that colored boy's cock. He stomped out his cigarette on the ground, the same cigarettes that Jeremiah stole for Fahd, and turned around to head home.
To be continued...