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 10.
He reached behind Adam's neck, squeezed and said, "You did good, buddy. I am so proud of you. You're gonna love Shane....huh? a lot."
Adam was slumped in the seat, his soggy boxers, around his knees, his pants at his ankles. His spent cock lying in the pool of gooey boy jam in his pubes; face and hair all sweaty, with his hair rumpled, and sweat-stuck spikes going in all directions atop his head.
There was a tear in Adam's eye, which now slowly trailed down his cheek. His mind moved in s-l-o-w motion, with an echo .....'cocksucker.....cocksucker..... omigod, I'm a cocksucker.'
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 10
Shane pulled into the driveway, and said, "Let's go Adam. Getchur pants up, and get upstairs. Shane was at the stairs waiting on the forlorn Adam. As he reached him, Shane put an arm around his shoulders, and said, "Look here. We both know this is what you really wanted. You gotta see it like reaching a goal....dude. We're still best buds. Even though what we need's different, we can both give each other what we want. There ain't nuthin' better than that, huh? Right?" Adam was not responding....if he heard anything.
They went through the door, into Shane's bedroom, and Shane locked it....then locked the door to the main house. Adam was shaking....scared....excited.....and, hard! Shane knew what he was talking about. He wasn't just a master....he was the master, when it came to scopin' kids out. He just knew Adam wanted to have his lifelong bud....and somehow, Shane had figured it all out. He walked to his buddy. He stood almost chest to chest with him. Adam was a few inches shorter, so he had to look up into Shane's eyes. They could feel each other's heat.....each other's breathing.....Shane stared deeply into Adam's eyes, then lowered his eyes to the floor between them. Adam slowly, almost imperceptibly, at first bent at the knees, and then knelt before his buddy, his master.
Shane took Adam's cell from his pocket, dialed the kid's home number, and gave Adam the phone.
"Uh, hu-hi, Mom.....I-I'm gonna stay over Shane's for dinner, and sleep over, 'kay? Yeah. Ok. I'll call in the morning. Bye."
As Shane moved to his bed, he looked over his shoulder, and said, "Best you get us naked, boy, and get about whut you been dreaming 'bout."
Adam, still on his knees, pulled his T over his head, dropping it to the floor. He reached for his pants button......a long night into day was due Adam, this....the first day of his dream come true.......
Casey, for his part, was naked, in a wet dream, wildly humping his mattress in a dead sleep, having relished in putting Zach through his paces after school.
Bart got cut a break, when Shane got distracted, and mercifully, had an unexpected afternoon off. Not even the middle schoolers jumped him, it would seem, at least.
Zach, padded all the way home, barefoot, from Casey's, for the second time that week. His feet were burning, sore, and skinned. After a long shower, and heavy thinking, he decided, he would definitely seek out Stevie Saturday morning. He just had to vent this. Every time he started to relive this nightmare week, his head started spinning and he felt like he was getting dizzy...sick..or somethin'. He sat on the toilet and baby oiled his poor feet, then made his way to bed, and slid under the covers. With no dinner (his mother tried to wake him, but he was dead to the world), he slept through till mid-morning, Saturday.
After a big breakfast, and a talk with his mother, not a word of which he remembered, he went over to Stevie's. He knocked at the door, expecting his friend to answer.
Stevie and Zach had been buds for all their kid years. They played together as little kids. They played ball together as they got older. One could never call them 'tight', but while they weren't always together, one could count on the other for some boy fun, a little 'Gameboy' action, or a quick game of hoop after school. They had the sleepover deals at each other's house over the years, and a couple of times each kid went with the other's family on vacation. Always great, and good fun for both. Both sets of parents really liked their son's friend, and were comfortable when they knew the boys were together, that they would be 'good' and wouldn't get themselves into trouble.
For Zach's part, he 'leaned' on Stevie. Fair or not, when he needed a friend, no matter who he was pals with at the time, it was Stevie he turned to. Today was one of those days. After a week of boysex madness, what with Casey, and the upperclassmen, his world was on it's ear. Today, this couple of hours, were really the first waking hours he had without having to serve some boy, before, during or after school, in about 6 days. He just needed an unwinding. A non-pressure, how's it hangin' day. Stevie was great for that. Always friendly, smart, self confident, and always a bud to Zach.
He was taken aback, when Steve's dad, towered over him instead. "Why, hello, Zach. It's been a while since you've been over, come on in," Bob, Steve's dad, said.
Stepping inside, Zach was comfy, and all.....he knew the house well.
Anyways, Bob, a good 6'2", and around 200 lbs, certainly filled the sweats he wore. He was in sock feet, with no shirt....light chest hair, thick, but not fat. His hair was wavy, short and reddish-brown.
As he stepped aside, Zach walked in casually, almost as if Stevie was there with them...that could have been because he expected Steve to come bounding down the stairs at any moment, to join them.
Bob closed the door, palmed Zach's shoulder, and guided him to the TV room, where there was a ball game on, and a beer sitting on the table by the couch. "Have a seat Zach, and I'll get you a drink...I know you're underage, but I'll let you have a beer if you like. I always let Stevie join me for one when we watch a game together."
At first, Zach hesitated, then again.....first catching himself because he's not supposed to take beer, and then he remembered, the good, then bad, then real goooood experience at the beach with Shane, that first day. His face lit up, and said, "Yeah, I'd like a beer, Mr...."
"Bob, son. Call me Bob. I've known you since you were a pup. We shouldn't have formalities," Bob said.
"Thanks, uh, Bob, that sure feels funny," Zach said.
"You'll get used to it boy, no problem," Bob responded.
Zach sank back in the couch he spent many an afternoon on over the years, putting his feet up, hands behind his head, and started getting into the ballgame.
Bob came back, and without a word, sat down next to Zach as he handed him his beer, "Now just go slow with that Zach, and I won't get any upsetting calls from your folks tonight."
"Yes, Ss..erum, uh, Bob, I'll take it easy," Zach said, as he popped the top and sucked the suds off the top of the can. "Uhh, where's Stevie? Isn't he coming down?"
"Oh, he's not here, Zach. He and his mother took off for the city today, and will be late getting back tonight, but you sure are welcome to stay and keep an old man company," Bob told him.
"Oh, sure, Bob, that's great. I'm fine with that, you've always been one of the guys with us. I always feel good with you around...and thanks," Zach said.
"No problem, boy, no problem," said Bob. As Bob slugged from his beer, his mind drifted to those days these last years, when the boys were filling out, and he was getting his eyeful of their cute pouches in their undies during sleepovers, and their little bubble butts in swimsuits.....ahhhh! He also remembered there was one kid who was always ogling back at him.......it was Zach! "Son of a bitch! That's right! It was Zach!" his mind frenzied. Now, here he was.....alone.....with an object of his closeted desires, these many years.
This self revelation wasn't new to Bob, by any means. He'd been spying on his son, at night, after the boy was asleep. He'd also been stealthily taking Stevie's underwear from his laundry pile in the closet, and whiffing in them. His son's smells, and he figured, any boy's smells, were intoxicating to him.
Between Stevie's 12th and 13th birthdays, the kid had discovered the wonderful world of 'wackadoo', and had been beating his pud now for easily a year....many a time, while his father watched in the dark from the hall. Bob had even been so daring as to steal into the boy's room after he was asleep, and snatch the boxers Stevie used as a cum rag, from the floor. Then he'd slip quietly back out into the hall, then down to the bathroom. He'd lock the door, sit on the toilet seat, lick his boy's sperm jam from his shorts, pull them over his head, and breath in his son's smells, while beating his hog to a wild cum. When he'd sufficiently recovered, he'd clean up, pull himself together, and sneak back to his son's doorway. Gently, he'd loft the boxers right to the side of the bed where Stevie had dropped them after his own beatoff. Still trembling for fear of being caught, he would ease back to his room, and to bed, with the smells of his son on his face, and the taste of his son in his mouth.
His daydreaming had put a glaze in his open eyes that scared Zach, now on his knees, sideways facing Bob, shaking him to his senses, "Bob, you ok, Bob?"
"Wha! Uh! Ohhh! Where? Oh...Zach, it's you! Boy, I don't know what happened!" Bob said.
"Gee, Bob, I got scared. You were throwing your head back, taking these deep gaggy breaths, and then your tongue was licking out all around your lips wildly. I thought it might be a stroke, or sumpin'," Zach related.
Zach's picture description, told Bob exactly what happened, and he broke out in a big smile, sighed, and held Zach tight, and pulled him close, saying, "Thank you, Zachie, thank you. You really have helped me out today. Let me help you in return," Bob said.
Zach was saying, "Oh, it was noth....," but Bob had pulled him to him and kissed him deeply, sucking nearly all the breath out of Zach. His hands were everywhere at once. He was squeezing Zach's bubble butt with one hand, and rubbing his crotch with the other, while literally rubbing the whole boy up and down his own body. Without allowing the boy to recover his strength, and get his beer-slowed mind working, Bob was eating the boy's pits through his shirt, while frenetically rubbing the boy's now rock hard cock through his pants. As he pushed the kid's shirt up, his tongue followed right up to his neck and Adam's apple, which he sucked hard, then chewed gently........still rubbing the boy's peter. Quickly, down on his knees, he yanked the boy's shorts and boxers down in one move. Sneakers, socks, gone. Boy. Naked. For him. At last! He wrapped his arms under the boy's back, sliding him off the couch and right between his knees, till he had the boy's face and his together, in another wild and passionate sucking kiss.
Ohhhhhhh! He nearly fainted. He heard Zach sigh that sigh from deep inside that answered any questions about whose boy Zach was gonna be today! Gently, pecking Zach's lips, he rose with the boy nestled in his arms under his back and knees, and walked out of the TV room, and up the stairs, Zach's head buried in his neck........oh my, to Stevie's room. Stevie's smells permeated the room.......and once inside, and holding his son's friend close, he pulled the covers down, and gently lay Zach on the bed........Stevie's bed.........with his head on the pillow......Stevie's pillow. Bob's head was spinning from the sin of it all.....his boy's friend!
Bob went to Stevie's closet. He picked up 2 pairs of shorts and a pair of socks. Back to Zach, he dressed Zach in Stevie's dirty socks. Then put his son's boxers on Zach. He took the other pair of shorts and as he laid next to, yet partly over Zach, he let him breath deeply into Stevie's shorts......Bob whispered, "Ahhhhhhh, Stevie," to Zach, as he pulled them over Zach's head with fly and crotch over his nose......... and then Bob took a shocked start, when Zach sighed, breathed, and repeated, "Ahhhhhhhh, Stevie!"
With that, if Bob was ever gonna go into autosex, that was gonna do it. Zach dreamed of Stevie, too!
Bob started his adventure at the foot of the bed, where he stripped the sweats, shorts and socks off himself. Crawling up toward his near-naked prey, his face and tongue came upon the bottoms of Zach's feet. Removing the Stevie socks from Zach, he licked, and sucked and chewed every last inch of that kid's feet and toes. He eased up between Zach's legs, licking up the sides of both, and then underneath, up to the underknees, then back down the shins, and out over the foot to the toes. He placed the boy's feet one on top of the other, squeezing, and pushed all ten toes into his mouth, and chewed, tongue tickled and sucked till Zach was screaming and pounding the bed with his fists. Releasing them, he slid back up to Zach's thighs, and licked up, down and around, and all Zach could say was, "Sssssssssssss!" Reaching up, he pulled Stevie's boxers from Zach, and discarded them. He eased from Zach's thighs, and Bob's tongue slithered in under the boy's nuts, giving him a tremendous hickey-suck in that super spot between his balls and his pucker hole.
Zach let out a, "Grrrrroarrr," from inside Stevie's shorts, still covering his face. His chest was heaving so fast, and he had brought his knees up, with his feet flat on either side of Bob's shoulders.
Bob gulped Zach's balls, completely, and at once......catching Zach so by surprise, he gasped, held his breath, gritting his teeth, then sighed so gutturally, and deep, as he came down when Bob let his nuts slip out over his lower lip. Then, with practically no respite for Zach, Bob dove onto the kid's cock, and sucked his 5 incher right into his throat!
"IIIIIIIIIIIyuhh! Uh! Uh! OOOOOOOO! Heunghhh!" Zach screamed and grunted, and as Bob started swallowing over the poor kid's knob, over and over, he grabbed onto Bob's head, started beating it, and pounding his feet alternately on the bed, then up on Bob's back. He was literally beating the shit out Bob....as he cummed from so deep inside his being, right down Bob's throat, who kept swallowing, and swallowing.....and swallowing over that beautiful boy's cockknob. As the sensitivity cock spasms convulsed the boy, he was so out of breath and exhausted he was whistle-wheeezing from his throat.....and was long out of screams or voice.
Bob raised his head to look at the underwear-clad face. The whole of Stevie's boxers were soaked with drooled and sprayed spit from Zach's mouth, and some of the material had actually sunk into Zach's mouth....and he was sucking on it! With a smile, Bob hovered above Zach, eased the shorts up and off Zach's head, kissing him softly on his lips, then leaned down on his elbows to Zach's waist, and began a lickety trek up the boy's pubes, belly, and chest. In Zach's exhaustion, he reacted minimally, as Bob traveled the length and breadth of his upper body boy skin. Then, he backtrack-tongued to Zach's belly button, tongue-dived, then sucked it in a vacuum.
The kid just bounced his butt from the bed, up, held his back in a high arch, and when Bob finally released that little inny button hole, Zach flopped to the bed again, with a heaving sigh, and a little "Whelpp!"
Bob quickly sucked in Zach's left nipple, and before the kid could react, sucked in the other one......then back...and forth...and back, and chewed a little boytit, "Aiiiiieee," squealed his young charge. He repeated the chewbite, and Zach squealed again......ooohh, it was soooo pretty!
He swooped into the boy's right armpit, as he gripped and pushed the boy's wrists to the headboard above his head. Zach was so over-pleasured, and all screamed out, that as Bob's tongue rasped the boy's hairless pits, over, and mercilessly, Zach just started heaving from this belly and chest, as he broke into such blubbering sobs, and convulsive spasms. He just cried so deeply, the tears poured from his eyes, down his cheeks and onto Stevie's pillow.
Bob's face was right above Zach's now. He looked down in wonder at his first-ever broken boy! And he had broken him so beautifully. What pride he felt! He licked all the tears as they streamed from Zach's eyes, and as he moved to Zach's lips, he whispered, "Oh Zachie, you're beautiful, my pretty boy, tell me you love me baby, tell me."
Zach opened his teary eyes, looked into Bob's, and pulled him down wrapping his arms tightly around Bob's neck, and for the first time in his boylife, Zach initiated a passionate kiss.
"Tell me, boy, tell meeee!" Bob pleaded.
Zach looked to his man, started to cry again, squealing "Yes, y-y-y-e-sssssss, Oh, yes, please, I love youuuuuuu!"
Bob lay heavily on the boy for some long seconds, then very slightly....imperceptibly at first, he started hunching the young cherub-boy.
Then with a quick, and slippery, sweat-aided slide down the boy's trunk, Bob, burrowed under the boy to his bud. As his tongue slid in the crack and around the boyhole, Bob's hands were raising Zach's legs ever higher, then as he pushed his knees to the boy's chest, he sunk his tongue right through Zach's anal lips. Zach's palms went sweaty, fisted then gripped the bedclothes, pulling as Bob's tongue eased through the pussy muscle, and spit-slicked that channel of love to be.
"Um, umm, um, uh, ummm," went Zach, gripping and re-gripping the sheets, as Bob's tongue wildly whipped all around inside Zach. Zach was in someplace else now, so ecstatically pleasured, he was near full-swoon, fading in and out of consciousness.
With a big "Thwuckk!" and pull, Bob released the boy's pussy.
Zach's whole body relaxed and his breathing returned.
Bob once again lay over his boytoy, and as he sucked in the boy's left ear, tonguing inside, first one, then two fingers, slid up into Zach......and as he fingered sooo gently in and out of the boy, he whispered into his tongue-slicked ear, "Zach! Zachie? Can you hear me baby?"
Zach nodded, slowly, from his trance.
"Your loving Bob is gonna fuck you baby. He's gonna fuck you now, honey. You want that for your man, don't you baby? Zachie?" Bob pleaded.
Again, Zach, just nodded.
Bob pleaded with Zach, "Puleeeeease, honey, tell me to fuck you baby. Zachie, say 'Fuck me daddy Bob, fuck me.' "
Tickle licking the boy's ear, Zach said, "Uhhhh, Ohh, daddy Bob, d-d-da-ddy Bob, please fuck me. FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AHHHHHHHHGHHHH! PLEEEEEEEEASE!!
By now, all Bob's fingers were working Zach's pussy. He kissed the boy's lips, rose up between Zach's legs, and as he looked down into Zach's beautiful, glistening black eyes, he watched those beautiful eyes widen as saucers, as his beer can cock filled that pussy like no one ever had. Zach sucked in, gasped, grabbed Bob's arms, nails digging, as Bob's boy-pleaser slid home in one long 8 inch ride.
He leaned down to Zach's face, asking once more, "Tell me baby, tell me again....."
Zach breathlessly, screamed, "OHHHHHHH! BURNING!! BURNING!!" Near hysterical, pounding the bed, flailing his legs, "Ohhhhhhhhh," he screamed, fully crying, bucking, and spasming, he slowed, and eased down, and settled, then....and, then....said, "Fuck me, daddy Bob, fuck meeee!"
As Bob rocked into a steady, building, relentless fucking of this boy of his dreams, his mind ran through visions, all those boy sleepovers gone by, of Stevie's jizz, and smells, of the boys he'd ogled in the streets and parks and beaches, all his life. "Oh god, I am so complete in this boy, so, finally, complete!" Bob said gratefully, to himself, as he picked up the speed and started into a full long-cocking of that fucktoy of his, riding his manrail. He loved running his hands up and down, and squeeze, and up and down his beautiful boy legs, which he had pulled up against his chest now, and licked those young boy ankles, and still long-cocking, he slipped into a butt-snapping, power fucking of young Zach. The boy was being pummeled, and pounded, and bounce and fuck and omigod, he felt GOOOOOOOD! Zach pulled his legs down, grabbing his feet, pulling down, he tried to bite his own toes, and then pounded the back of his feet onto Bob's shoulders.
"Fuck mefuckmefuckme, daddy Bob, fuck me!" Zach raged.
Bob marveled at how this boy had just changed, and entered a new phase of his life. He fucked that boy's brains out!
"Tell me honey. Tell me you want my Stevie boy-seed inside your young pussy....Stevie-seed, boy, tell me, tellme!!" Bob yelled.
His head awhirl..in sex...in love...fucking....seed......Stevie...."Yesssss, oh, daddy Bob, I want Stevie-seed in my pussy, please, in my pussyyyyy!!" Zach yelled back.
"Cummmmmmmmminnnngggggggg!!!" Bob roared. Shot after shot, of molten Stevie shot deep into Zach. What a fabulous cum!! Bob had never in his life cum so hard, so long, and geeez, so much!! The juice just poured out around his cock ..still spasming inside of Zach.
"I love you boy, I love you," Bob whispered.
Finally, still inside Zach's boyhole, and oozing, he wrapped the boy into his arms, and after cuddling him in a fetal curl, and with his full strength back, he rose from the spit, sweat and cum-soaked bed, Stevie's bed, and walked them to the shower.
Still inside, and reflex pumping the boy, they let spray from the shower cascade over these bodies of sexual expression. Shower off, Bob sat on the tub lip, wrapped Zach in a towel and rubbed him dry. Bob's own body was still wet, and while he air-dried himself, he kissed Zach, who then leaned into his shoulder.......oh, my, and Bob was still flex-fucking Zach! He whispered into Zach's ear, "Do you want daddy Bob to let you cum again, Zachie?"
Almost imperceptibly, Zach nodded yes into Bob's neck. Still holding position on the edge of the tub, Bob started to pump the boys pretty pink pud.
As Zach's head started to bob, and he started to bounce on Bob's manpole, Bob raised the boy off his once again steely cock. He stood the boy straddled over him, his feet on the tub lip, toes gripping the edge, Bob put 2 fingers up inside Zach, and sucked him in a violent frenzy. Ohh, the boy was bucking and pumping and he fisted Bob's ears so hard, they blanched. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Uh! oh, uh, unghh, oh, please ......cumming .....cumming............................... cummmmmmmminggggggg!!"
While Bob initially was fingering Zach for the boy's increased pleasure, he actually gave the kid a three-point balance, that might have saved the two of them from falling head over heels into the tub, after Zach's violent cum.
Swallowing the boy's jam, he kissed his cock, set him onto the floor, and took the boy by the hand, and they walked out into the hall, down the stairs to the TV room. He sat on the couch, in all his naked, broadman body, reached down and picked up Zach's socks. He motioned for the boy to come to him. Zach balanced with a hand on Bob's shoulder, and raising each foot, Bob socked him. Then he took the boy's T, and he slipped it over his arms, head and smoothed it down his chest, giving a little tug on the boy's cock, getting a broad smile from his fucktoy. They repeated the sock balancing act, as Bob sneakered the boy up. There he was. All dressed.....except his boxers and shorts. Bob was pulling on his cock, which was at full rod. Looking up into Zach's face, he smiled. Zach smiled. Broader. Sonofabitch! The little fucker climbed on that mancock and fucked his own brains out! And what a speed fuck it was! In no time, Bob was out of his mind, and....and....holy shit, the kid jumped off! What the fuck? Throwing himself to his knees, he blew that motherfucker off! He blew that motherfucker off!! Swallowing everything....some long minutes later, post spasm, and in aftercum glow, Bob looked down at Zach's cum-gooey mouth and chin.....and Zach looked swoony into his daddy Bob's eyes, and said, "Now...now, I really have Stevie-seed in me.....for always!"
Bob started to cry, pulling the boy between his naked legs, against his naked body, and kissed him long and deep. Bob snugged against the boy's neck, nuzzled, and asked, "Will you fuck for me, again Zachie....for always?"
Zach pulled up and kissed his lips, and said, "Oh, daddy Bob, I want to fuck for you again....and always. Oh, thank you daddy Bob. Thank you!"
At last, Zach eased up to his feet, and leaning on Bob's shoulder, Zach stripped his sneaks and socks back off, handing the socks to Bob. "Daddy Bob, can I have Stevie's boxers and socks?" Zach asked. A big smile widened across Bob's face, and he said, "Of course, boy, of course. Go back up and get 'em."
Zach sailed out of the TV room barefoot and cock flopping.
Whooosh! In a flash he was back with Bob, panting, Stevie's spit soaked shorts and the socks Bob had put on his feet earlier, in hand. He flopped to the floor and put the socks on, pulled on the boxers, then reached for and pulled on his sneakers again. Bounding up, he went over to Bob, who had him step into his shorts, and then he pulled them up his legs, patting them in place, and rubbing both the boy's butt and cock at the same time.
Zach turned, bent down, and picked up his shorts.....sniffed them....looking over them into Bob's eyes......he gently pushed his boxers to Bob's face.....Bob breathed deeply, sighed and said, "Ahhhhhhh, Zachie!"
Zach nudged them forward, for Bob to take......and keep. Bob's face brightened just like a little kid's with a candy, as he rose and walked to the door with the boy. They kissed so hard, Bob's meaty hand down the boy's pants gripping his cock and balls! Zach loved it. Loved him. Then.......he was gone.
Turning, Bob closed the door, buried his face again into Zach's boxers, got a little light headed, then absently started to walk the stairs......still naked .....back to Stevie's room..... He looked down at the sheets, that unholy fucking mess! He would have to strip the bed, turn the mattress, god, what else? But that was later. He slowly slid himself back down in the spittle, and sweat and goop, and boy smells. As he slid from the middle of the bed, he licked the drying goo there, and then sniffed deeply as he slid his head all the way to Stevie's now sweat-damp pillow case. He began fully, and absently humping the bed, his head now buried in the pillow, and the Stevie smells there...and Zachie smells there......he pumped, and humped, and harder and harder, and faster, faster.............. "Cummmmmmmminnnngggggggg!" he screamed into the pillow. Spit drooled from the sides of his mouth, with muffled cries into the pillow of, "Ohhhhhh, Zachieeeeeeeeee! Ummmmmmmm, ohhhhhhh Stevie....Stevie.....ohhh, my Stevieeeeee!!"
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