I know it's taking a while for the sci-fi / fantasy elements of the story to show up. Don't worry, they're there. They just take a while to come in. Happy reading. :D
Several days had passed and Jack eased into a rhythm of satisfying the bigger boys in the showers and on the bus on the way back home. Ryan and Guy were his appetizer and entree in the locker room and the three amigos were his dessert on the bus. If Jack didn't have at least five loads in his tummy when he got home, he felt empty. Fridays would turn out to be special as he served detention every week but for different reasons than the rest of the guys. Under the counter in the back, closest to the aisle; that was Jack's Friday hangout. Guy and Ryan made sure to fuck up enough during the week so they could get a few extra blowjobs in before the weekend.
Ever since Jack had first cum that Tuesday of the week it all started happening, he'd been adding a good half spurt of spooge every day when he came. He was up to a respectable two and a half shots by Friday and he couldn't have been more thrilled. He pumped his cock furiously while he sucked the posse off, smearing his semi clear cum over the guys' dicks, eliciting moans when he took a short break from sucking. Even though it was his cum, the guys evidently didn't give a fuck and never protested Jack doing it. Why ruin a good thing, right?
This was another good Friday. He'd filled up on boy cum, almost drunk off the stuff. He got off the bus and headed toward his room where he crashed on the bed, giddy almost to the point of giggling for no reason. It's like he was a different person when he swallowed cum. It seemed the more he had in his belly, the more his inhibitions melted and the more his wild side took over. It never failed though, after a couple good pisses, he'd come back down to earth and feel less confident in himself and really unsure of what was happening to him. The sex-crazed images in his head would drift away for a few hours, right up until he went to bed, at which point they'd come back with a vengeance. Jack just wasn't strong enough to fight them even though he felt uneasy about it all. It was strange how one glimpse of a cock would bring out his inner cum slut, born and bred. Whatever misgivings he had about being the jocks' slave boy was just about cancelled out by the feeling of raw power he had as he gave the studs pleasure. He loved the control he had with a cock in his mouth. And their cum was becoming more and more like sustenance for him with each passing day.
His cum slut imagination fired up again tonight like every night for the past week. He relived the loads he'd gulped down one by one and pictured each guy's face crumpled up in orgasmic bliss as they pumped sweet cream down his throat. He'd been getting so desperate every night that he'd moved the Vaseline from his bathroom to the top drawer of his nightstand so he could get to it easily when he went to bed. His fingers were enough the first day or two but he quickly grew into hot dogs. He'd swipe one from the fridge when he got home from school and put it in the drawer so it'd warm up by the time he needed it at night. He felt like he'd die from pleasure overload each time he eased the hot dog up his winking hole. He'd grease it up with a glob of Vaseline and feel his ass grip it on its way up his chute. Precum flowed abundantly whenever he had a wiener up there. Right before dozing off to sleep, he'd ravage his cockhead with his precum slicked palm and stroke a satisfying load from his prick that sent him off dreaming about Guy and the rest of the boys, the hot dog still snug up his buns.
Jack awoke Saturday with the most delicious full feeling in his ass. He knew he'd need to shit the hot dog out but he wanted to relish it just a little bit longer. He dabbed his fingers in a little more Vaseline to see how far the meat had worked its way up his ass. He just started feeling the tip with his fingers most of the way in. Not too bad.
Jack got up to go to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and relaxed while he finished waking up. He sighed as he felt the hot dog slide its way out and splash in the water. What a way to start the day.
When he got back to his room, he could hear a big truck idling right outside his window. He peeked through his blinds to see a huge moving truck parked on the other side of the street with men hauling furniture in and out of it. He knew the house across from him had been for sale but he never found out if anyone ever bought it. He guessed this was proof enough someone had.
After watching the movers move a couple couches into the empty house, it occurred to Jack this might be better than any Christmas present he could ever get. It just depended on if the people moving in had kids and if they did, whether they had any boys. Jack closed his eyes and wished as hard as he could there was at least one, maybe two boys moving into the house across the street. The thought of him sucking them if they even existed breathed fire into his loins. He had to find out right now. He threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and made his way toward the front door of the house. He knocked a couple times on the door frame and called to see if anybody besides the movers was there. He didn't hear anything and the movers didn't even notice him.
"Hey dude," he heard from behind him.
Jack turned around. Just last week he would've run back to his room screaming upon seeing someone so beautiful. But his cock answered for him with a swagger while his mind took five.
"Hey, this your new house?" Jack said coolly.
"Yeah, you live around here?"
"Yeah just across the street. I'm Jack."
"I'm Danny."
The boys shook hands and exchanged a tremendous amount of energy. It's like their skin knew they'd found what they had been looking for for a long time just after a single handshake. Nature's funny like that.
"Where you guys from?" Jack asked.
"Um... about 30 miles from here, I guess... around Laurel," Danny said, looking quizzically at his hand, wondering what the hell just happened.
"You gonna go to a private school? Or just Highlands Middle?"
"Highlands. Eighth grade," Danny said.
"Oh sweet, I'm in seventh there... hey... you wanna come chill while the movers do their thing?" Jack offered.
"Yeah, might as well. Just let me put a couple things in my room first."
"Alright. Just go in the garage and take the first door on the right when you come in the house, the stairs lead right to my room."
"Ok. See ya in a bit."
That was fucking weird, Jack thought. He was never that cool around somebody he'd just met. And he hardly ever had anybody over to his house, mainly because there weren't many kids around his age in his neighborhood he wanted to hang around, but still. He worked up a full blooded boner as he bounded up the stairs to his room, his cock bobbing up and down with each step.
Danny was thrown off too. He was expecting the worst for his neighbors. A bunch of snotty nosed first graders or maybe some obnoxious college kids. Not a super laid back rich kid. Danny figured he had to be rich, the house he lived in was practically a mansion. He dropped his backpack and duffle bag off in his room and headed over to Jack's house. He texted his mom real quick to let her know what he was doing.
Danny found Jack dicking around on his laptop when he got to his room.
"What's up dude?" Danny said.
"Nothing, just looking at Facebook."
"Oh cool."
"Hey you hungry?" Jack asked.
"Yeah dude, you got anything good in this dump?" Danny said with a playful grin.
"We might have one or two things to eat around here," Jack replied with a half chuckle.
Needless to say, Jack's family had a house cook and he blew Danny's taste buds off with the pizza he made from scratch, just for them. Danny really made a good impression on Jack's mom. Polite, well-spoken and genuinely friendly. It felt like the boys had grown up together. They had the same sense of humor and even had a few of the same mannerisms. They didn't even have to try to get along, they just did. Jack's mom loved the fact that he not only had someone around his own age in the neighborhood but also hit it off so well with him.
After thanking the cook for the pizza, the boys headed back upstairs to Jack's room to watch some TV and let the food settle. The huge LCD danced in front of them as they lazed around on Jack's big bed. This was how you're supposed to spend a Saturday, the boys thought. They both mindlessly rubbed their full bellies as they watched reruns.
"Dude, check it out," Danny said. He lifted his socked feet behind his head and let out a sharp fart. The boys cackled for three minutes straight. Jack added his own in a quiet spot and they started back up again.
"Aw shit, dude, I gotta take a piss, I'm about to wet my pants," Danny said, trying to stifle a laugh.
Ohhh, it was good to take the pressure off and drain the snake. His cock filled out a little as he shook it at the tail end of his piss. He didn't want to lock it back up in his boxer briefs and he was feeling just adventurous enough to shuck them so he could freeball under his soft knit shorts. Fuck it, why not? Danny thought. His cock thanked him as he threw his underwear in the bathroom corner.
Jack noticed a little extra sway in Danny's pants that hadn't been there before as he walked back to Jack's bed and he wondered if he was swinging free under those sexy shorts of his.
"I better take a piss too," Jack said.
Jack lifted the leg of his shorts up and leaned against the wall as he let his piss fall. Giving his dick a shake, he tucked it back in and turned around and saw a pair of boxer briefs wadded up in the corner. His heart skipped a beat. Those had to be Danny's since Jack still wore briefs. He quickly snatched it up and drank the scent of Danny's ass and crotch in like a parched animal. That got his blood pumping and his dick plumped up to just about full size. He put Danny's underwear in the towel closet to save for later and tucked his boner up under his waistband so it wouldn't be so glaringly obvious as he got back on his bed.
An old South Park episode had just come on so the guys ended up watching that. Danny had been playing with his cock through the hole he cut in one of his pockets the whole time Jack had been peeing. He knew he'd made that hole for a reason. It had come in more handy than he ever thought it would.
Jack couldn't help himself either and stuck his hand down the front of his pants, his precum soaked cockhead welcoming the company. The boys made slow, unhurried strokes as they watched the old episode. Soon enough, Danny's cock started to make that trademark squelch from arousal, which was music to Jack's ears.
"Dude I dunno why but I'm fucking hard," Danny said, the dick noise having already broken the ice. He eyed Jack's rising and falling mid section and added with a smile, "I see you are too."
"Yeah," Jack said sheepishly. "It happens a lot. It feels too good to stop, though."
"Oh yeah, dude, me too," Danny said, his dick still chirping away.
In the next breath, Jack started groping Danny's dick through his shorts and asked him if he liked it. He took the bead of precum that seeped through the front of his shorts as a yes. Jack was way too drunk off his new found confidence and power to wonder when the hell he had become so bold.
Before Danny could process the foreign hand on his cock, it had delved under the waistband of his shorts and spread his precum around his head, yanking the fabric over his swollen mushroom in an effort to scrape as much of the soaked in precum off his shorts as it could.
"Holy fuck, Jack," Danny barely squeezed in between erratic breaths.
Touching Danny, Jack could feel what he wanted. He could sense it. And it didn't take him long to act on it.
"We gotta get rid of these," Jack said, pulling Danny's shorts off and throwing them to the side.
"Get ready, baby," Jack said.
He gave his nipples a quick suck then took Danny's whole length in his mouth in one shot. Too much was happening at once. Danny had never gotten a blowjob before, much less by a cum hungry boy slut. His voice box failed him as all he could utter was nonsense. Jack dug his hand in his pants and squeezed his balls a little and winced in sharp pleasure. It was so intense he mistook it for pain. He squeezed them again and nearly shot his load, moaning loudly onto Danny's cock. This symphony of vibration was too much for Danny. He gave up trying to hold off and let his orgasm unfold. Jack stole a little Vaseline and ass residue from his chute and greased up Danny's hole with it. Jack's fingers were all Danny's hole needed to feel in order to open up. He rubbed Danny's prostate, feeling his cockhead swell in the back of his throat every time he hit it. Finally Jack felt the blasts of cum firing down his throat that he'd been wanting ever since he'd laid eyes on him. He could feel every rope hit his stomach. Six good shots with several aftershocks. Danny honestly thought he was about to die. He had never felt so good in his life. It scared him and his eyes misted up a little bit. It was so good. His tears were equal parts trepidation and joy. That is until he came down from his orgasm with Jack still nursing his strained cock and fingering his sweet hole. The fear melted away. He was miraculously still alive and his cock was still attached to his body. He couldn't help but laugh a little. His fucking universe had just blown up.
Jack slowly withdrew his fingers from Danny's ass. They smelled like Oscar Mayer and Danny. God that's hot, Jack thought. Without thinking, Jack shoved his fingers up his own ass to mix Danny's goop with his. He moaned as he pillaged his hole, trying to get Danny's essence as far in him as he could.
"Aw fuck, quit, I'm too sensitive," Danny said with a laugh.
Jack had forgotten his mouth was still hanging off his cock. He left a trail of spit with traces of cum along Danny's cock on his way out.
"Ah, sorry," Jack said apologetically.
"It's cool dude," Danny said. He had to fight everything in him not to smother Jack with kisses and hugs. The instant his mouth left his cock, he went into withdrawal. Jack was the most powerful drug Danny had ever done. And he wanted to live the rest of his life high on him.
"Jack... Jack... God... Jack... come here," Danny said, sounding like a crazy boy. "I gotta see it, Jack, lemme see it," Danny begged, pulling on his shorts to get a glimpse of the boy's cock.
A rush of fright ran up Jack's spine. No, no, no, no! Jack yelled in his mind. He was too shellshocked for words. He frantically tried to keep his shorts on against Danny's onslaught to expose his dick.
"Come on, what're you hiding under there?" Danny said, getting playful.
"No, don't, I'm really small," Jack blurted out.
"I don't give a fuck, I'm sure you're not that small. Stop being so modest," Danny said grinning.
Danny's bigger muscles won the battle and he was treated to the most gorgeous thing he'd ever see in his life. A perfect, hard, throbbing cock, the head purple with desire. And just about an inch shorter than his own.
"What the fuck, you ain't small," Danny chided him.
Jack almost couldn't look down at it. He hated his dick so much.
"Oh my fuck," Jack said. He looked at his length and he couldn't believe it. When the hell did that happen? It seemed like he was just a thumbtack a week ago.
"Dude, your balls are nice and big too," Danny said, giving them a little squeeze.
"Owwwhhnn," Jack winced, collapsing onto Danny. It felt so fucking good. He panted heavily on Danny's neck. His balls had become his Achilles heel all of a sudden and Danny felt Jack put his full weight on him in complete surrender.
"You like that, little J?" Danny asked, petting his sack again.
"Oh God... Danny... Danny!" Jack said, squirming. He thought he'd pass out it felt so good. Almost suicidally, he whispered "one more time, Danny..." into his ear. The pleading tone in his voice was devastating. His own cock spilled a mess of precum when he heard those words and massaged Jack's balls one more time.
"Oh fuck, Danny, suck it, suck it, suck it," Jack commanded.
Danny slipped the head in his mouth just in time as Jack fucked with his hips a little with each spurt. He saved the load on his tongue while he let the storm pass. Jack slid his cock out and told Danny to spit his load on his fingers. He crammed the cummy saliva up his hole and coated his insides with it, sighing deeply like he had just scratched a year old itch.
"Your hands smell like hot dogs," Danny noticed.
Jack cracked up. "You'll never guess why."
"Ok, why?"
"I shove 'em up my ass because they feel good," Jack admitted with a blush.
"No way, dude," Danny giggled.
"Way."
"You got one up there now?" Danny asked.
"No but I need one, it feels so empty," Jack whined. "Hang on, I'll be right back," Jack said, getting up to grab a hot dog out of the fridge.
"Hey, grab me one too," Danny blurted out, his cock plumping up as he said it.
"Fuckin' A."
"Jack, wait. Aren't you forgetting something?"
Jack spun around and looked at Danny who was looking at Jack's cock. It was staring straight up at him.
"Oh shit, thanks dude," Jack said, getting his basketball shorts off the bed before he headed down.
"I microwaved them so they wouldn't be so cold going in," Jack said, dropping his shorts again once he got back in his room. "Here's how I do it."
He got the jar of Vaseline out of his nightstand drawer and put a gob of it on the hot dog and squished it around the whole thing, then teased his hole with it for a bit before he sucked the length of it up his ass with a sigh.
"God that's good," Jack cooed breathlessly.
"Mine doesn't wanna go in," Danny lamented, rubbing the tip of the slippery wiener against his hole.
"Act like you're taking a shit, that helps. Here," Jack said, putting his hand on Danny's, trying to help him guide it in. A warmth welled up in Jack's hand and Danny's ass finally gobbled the hot dog up.
"Oh... God..." Danny said, a stream of precum spilling from his slit.
"Isn't that fucking amazing?"
"Yeah dude. I see why you do it now," Danny said.
"I dare you to leave it in till tomorrow morning," Jack said with a grin.
"Before or after church?" Danny came back.
"Oh fuck, after... dude's that's gonna be so hot," Jack gushed.
"I'll probably be fuckin' hard too, it feels so awesome. It should be fun."
"Yeah when you're ready to take it out, just act like you're taking a shit and drop it in the toilet. That's what I do. Feels kinda good too."
Danny laughed. "Thanks for the tip."
"Anytime," Jack said, cuddling up against his new best friend.
"Ya know, I feel like I've known you my whole life," Danny said quietly.
"Me too," Jack agreed.
"Like, here we are, lying naked on your bed with a couple hot dogs up our asses... I would've punched you in the face if you had told me this morning that's what we'd be doing now, but, I dunno. It just seems like we shouldn't be doing anything else right now."
Jack rubbed Danny's tummy as he was thinking out loud.
"Mmm, yeah... and dude, every time you touch me it's like fucking fireworks go off in my body. Your mouth is something else, dude, I gotta say."
Jack couldn't help but giggle. It did seem like he had given him the best
"orgasm I've ever had. The best dude, I swear." Danny said with a smile, staring straight into Jack's eyes.
Jack pulled his hand back to himself instinctively. He knew Danny was going to say that. A look of longing flooded Danny's eyes when his hand no longer rubbed his smooth skin. He immediately grabbed his hand and put it back on his tummy.
Don't you fucking ever stop, Little J. Not ever.
That's weird, Jack thought. His mouth didn't move. But he could've sworn he heard Danny's voice.
Never ever. Fuck... me... Little J. I love you so goddamn much, Jack heard again.
"Me too," Jack said, melting more each and every second.
Danny's breath caught sharply in his chest. "Me too what?" he asked.
"I love... I love the one you gave me too... it was the best I've ever had," Jack rambled, thinking quickly. How weird would that be to say he loved Danny too because he thought he heard his voice in his head? Yeah, Danny would think he was a fucking weirdo if he said that.
God those balls... swoon for me, Little J, Jack heard.
He watched Danny's hand slowly make its way down to his balls and squeeze them a little as if he were a spectator standing in the doorway. Stars filled his field of vision and he sank his face into Danny's chest with a groan.
Fuck, you almost made me c...
Jack heard Danny's voice shut off in mid sentence. He realized he had rolled over to the other side of the bed in a pleasure tantrum after Danny had squeezed his super sensitive nuts.
"Hey, hey, where are you going?" Danny said playfully, grabbing Jack and spooning up against him.
I love my Jack... I love you... I love you... I love you...
Danny took a long breath in, his nose against Jack's neck, trying to cram as much of his scent in his lungs as he could.
It was Danny's voice but it wasn't. He didn't feel it vibrate his back as it surely would have since they were so close together.
The idea hit Jack like a ton of bricks.
I'm hearing his fucking thoughts, Jack realized.
His skin tingled with excitement and fear. He felt dizzy enough to pass out and started breathing a mile a minute and thought he'd throw up any second.
"You okay, Little J?" Danny asked, concerned.
Unconsciously, Jack's hand reached behind him and fondled Danny's smooth ballsack and spread a drop of precum around his cockhead. Danny's sweet moans steadied his breathing out a little.
"Yeah," Jack said, his throat a little dry. "I just needed to get some more of this," he said, stroking Danny's cock slowly.
"Take whatever you need," Danny said hoarsely, closing his eyes with the biggest smile on his face.
Needless to say, Jack passed on lunch and dinner later. Danny's cock kept rising to the occasion and always came through with a creamy load to keep him full. He seemed to shoot more as the day wore on, if that was even possible. Jack would squeeze Danny's nuts as he came, trying to get as much out as he could with every pump.
"Listen," Jack said quietly.
He jumped up and down and the cum sloshed audibly in his belly. Danny's eyes grew wide and his cock throbbed a little.
"Fuck that's hot," Danny whispered in awe.
The boys shared a laugh over how crazy the day had been.
"Damn it, it's almost 8... I don't wanna go back home..." Danny groaned.
"Ask your mom if you can spend the night," Jack offered.
"I can't, it's the first night at the new place and she wants me there..."
"Hey," Jack said, an idea flashing across his brain. "Let's swap wieners. You know... hot dogs..."
Danny's eyes lit up. They both rushed to Jack's toilet to see who could shit theirs out first. Jack beat Danny by a mile since he'd done it a lot before, but once Danny relaxed he was good and it slid right out.
"Dude, yours is all curved!" Danny blurted.
"Yours is straight as an arrow."
"I bet this'll feel weird."
The boys put a little more Vaseline on the warm dogs and squatted to let their greedy holes gobble it back up. Danny shivered a little as Jack's curved wiener got used to its new home.
"That was awesome," Danny sighed.
"He feels good, eh?" Jack said, rubbing the outside of Danny's hole in a circle. A fat glop of his precum splattered on the floor as his asshole lurched at Jack's touch.
"Yeah..." Danny said, struggling to keep his balance squatting.
God I need to cum again... Jack heard.
Well by all means, Jack thought. He was going to slide a finger up Danny's ass and tease the hot dog but Danny lost his balance and sat on Jack's hand, increasing the pressure in his ass ten fold.
"Owhh, fuck... quick... quick, before I shoot!" Danny pleaded.
Jack looked down to see Danny's cock in the middle of a dry pulse right before shooting and knew exactly what he meant. He couldn't bear to see any of Danny's juice go to waste so he thirstily drank another load gushing straight from the source. He'd lost count how many he'd sucked out of him since after breakfast. Only five shots? Jack needed at least one more. He deep throated Danny to see if there was any at all left in the tank.
Come on, one more rope, Jack thought to himself.
He started swallowing Danny's cockhead over and over, determined to get just a little more out. Jack's vision started to dim and he felt like he was gonna pass out since he hadn't taken a breath in a minute or two. Then the most urgent high-pitched squeal got his heart going again. Danny was having a fucking pleasure seizure, thrashing about like a mental patient. Jack's hand was still caught under Danny's ass and he felt the sausage prairie dog against his fingers, his ass ring was contracting so hard.
Oh fuck, Jack thought. He just then realized Danny was having another orgasm. Both the boys' hearts were beating so hard they could've burst any second. Jack kept swallowing on Danny's splurting cockhead, most of his searing hot cream bubbling right into his stomach. Danny slumped over on top of Jack's head and went limp but his dick was anything but. He shot three more unconscious ropes of cum straight into Jack's belly and slid off his head and onto the floor, his cockhead leaving Jack's throat with a pop.
Jack was too weak to even check on Danny for a minute or two. He grabbed Danny's hand when he could move again and felt Danny's fingers curl around his. Jack strained to sit up, then crashed back onto Danny's chest.
"mmm....... uhhhnn..... what the fuck was that?" Danny mumbled.
"I have no fucking idea..." Jack said, sounding a little funny. He could still feel Danny's cum dripping down into his stomach. "Was it good?"
"Oh my fuck, dude... you have no idea... I think I blacked out for a second it was so good."
The tile was slick with Jack's precum, a sliver of it on his head still connected to the floor.
Danny's phone vibrated with a text message.
"Aw shit, it's probably mom... I gotta go, bro," Danny said, trying to get up.
"Call me when church is over?"
"Yeah, dude, I can't wait."
Jack threw him his basketball shorts and shirt.
"Fuck, my balls are so sore... but in the best way, ya know?" Danny said.
Jack burped and blew it in Danny's face.
"Dude... hey, I smell like I taste pretty good," Danny winked.
"You do. Ugh, I ate too much today," Jack whined, cradling his pouchy belly full of Danny's cum.
"It's good for you though."
The boys couldn't help but snicker.
"Ok, see ya later. Thanks for everything, Little J."
"Anytime."
Jack took Danny's underwear out of the bathroom and stroked his pole a few times with it, shooting a frantic load into the cotton. Within a minute, he was out like a light, his cum cooling against his cock under his bedroom fan.