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 14.
Then, he stared just under the side board. There was the pair of balled up socks. Nah. He saw them before. "Well, lemme just look 'em over," he said to himself, as he shakily bent down and picked up the first....feeling, looking, smelling.....nothing...just boy feet. He picked up the other one. "Ohhhhh.....god.....that smell....my boy. God I love him so much," he said to himself as he smelled the cum-laden sock to his nose, and there, kneeling at his son's bedside, he shot off, untouched, inside his pants.
Many long aftercum, and trembling moments later, he grabbed the bedside and pushed himself to his feet. Clever the cocksucker he was, he went to the laundry bag in Steve's closet...pulled out a pair of dirty sock replacements....dropped them bedside, pushing them just under the bed sideboard. Then turned to the door, the bathroom. All the while turning the sock inside out, and as the door lock clicked, his daddy tongue swiped over the now sticky splotch of boy jizz.....and joy!
All the way home, Zach's mind was consumed with Stevie....geez...it seemed that earlier, all he wanted was to keep the kid from getting into boyplay with him. All of a sudden, Stevie's image was paramount.....and even as he relished his first ever fuckboy, his well spent cock rose hard to his belly, as he walked home, rubbing it inside his pockets, even knee-buckling himself a few times, walking faster and faster, now running........to get home and .......to........Stevie........
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 14. The New Fuckboy
Even with all the wildness of the last few hours, Zach was near crazed in anticipation of funs with Stevie.
He charged up the stairs, 2 at a time, and was a blur down the hall to his room, the door slamming shut in his wake, as he hit the bed. He dived on top of the spread and with his head buried into the pillow, he just moaned and groaned as he ground his cock against the bed through his clothes.
Stevie was on constant 'Zach patrol' from his house, and was on his way downstairs the moment Zach came into view. He made his way slowly, in spite of his anxiety, over to Zach's. Actually, he was pretty sure Zach was gonna reject his desire to 'play'. Stevie never really was one who ever felt dependent as a kid, but the fact that he was always the 'outsider' friend amongst kids he knew, especially Zach, he didn't have the interpersonal confidence that a popular kid would have. So here he was slinking over to Zach's to see if he had 'game' for this afternoon, afterall. Zach's mother greeted him at the door, and told him she knew Zach had recently burned the trail to his room, and he could go on up.
Steve got to Zach's door, knocked, and heard Zach say, "Come in."
"Hi, Zach," he said quietly, "how'd you come out?"
"Okay, I guess...it was even more fun to day, than usual. I was sorta shocked a bit I think....they were working out another kid...an older kid." Shaking and quaking, sweating bullets, Stevie was trying to get Zach to start 'play', but didn't know how.
"Hit the button, Steve," Zach pointed to the door, and Steve backed to the door, and locked it....not taking his eyes from Zach, who now waved him to his bed, patting it, where Steve should sit.
Steve moved more quickly than he thought capable of, and as he sat, Zach took his hand and placed it right on his crotch. "Can you feel my dick, Stevie?"
"Hhh, hu, uh, yeh, yeah, Zach I can feel it," he gasped out, dizzy....trembling.
Zach hunched his crotch up against Steve's now outstretched fingers and palm, and the fingers curled to grip the hidden boy rod. The excitement from the touch, spasmed Zach, and Steve said, "Ohhh, Zach!" and shoved his face down into Zach's fly!
Nearly as excited as Stevie was, Zach pulled Steve's hand to his shorts button....the rest came naturally. In a frenzy of fumbling fingers, taking twice as long as it should have, Steve opened Zach's shorts, then mouth gaping, spit actually forming at the corners, lip quivering, his hand, shaking violently, hovered just above Zach's boxers' covered joy stick....the dick Steve dreamed about every night....every time he lay to his pillow....every time he reached for his own prick.
In what seemed like 3 hours, Steve's fingers made their way into the fly, and finally rested on, then gripped, the boy cock of his dreams.
Out it came!!!!
Stevie had done it! He'd pulled Zach's dick from the fly....and as it hit the light of day, Zach whispered to his long time friend, "Just put your lips on me, bud. Just....do it.....nice-nice. Just touch it with your lips."
Shaking, Stevie did it! The trembling was so violent, his lips actually bobbed up and down constantly as he touched at the cockhead. His spit oozed to the cockhead, and as Steve sucked it in, he made a kiss to his buddy's prick head, and then his tongue just laved all around it. Hooked!!! The texture. The taste. The heat. The goo leak. That boy was totally, unequivocally, fuck-in' hooked! Down he went. He actually went right to his throat, but didn't press. He just closed his lips around the boy stalk, and with his tongue underneath, pulled all the way back to the head, as Zach's toes curled under to the balls of his feet, back arching up, and his hands balled into a fist. With his mouth shut tight, he whined a tiniest, yet violent scream, pounding his heels to the bed 3, 4, 5 times. This intuitively gave Steve the 'Go' he was wanting, but didn't know of course, and he started to vacuum suck off his friend with wild abandon. Stevie ate cock like he'd done it all his life. His face drove up and down over the ever-hardening, expanding, throbbing boyslab.
Zach's huge and powerful load overflowed Steve's surprised mouth, and Stevie worked his tongue feverishly, to clean his friend's boxers, and cock, of the dribbling boy goo.
When he was done, Steve raised up, still leaning on his hands, and there was Zach, spread-eagled, still mostly dressed, as was Steve, his chest heaving from his wracking cum.
Zach slowly opened his eyes, and when he locked on to Steve's, he asked, "Wu--well....?"
"Zachie...ohhhh, Zachie! It's all I ever hoped...dreamed about. Godddd....your cock....Zach! I sucked your cock!!!! I loved it! I fuckin' loved it. Zach, I-I-I-I'm always gonna want to...I just gotta...."
Zach reached up and pulled Stevie down, and kissed him. "Ummmmm. I taste good, boy." They laughed, and Steve lay fully with his head in Zach's neck.
Being a Saturday, there'd be no problem setting up a sleepover, so Zach spoke gently into Stevie's ear, "Hey, bud, let's get us naked, and you get blowin' me, the rest of the afternoon, yeah?"
"Oh, yeah!" Steve said, surging up and back, stripping shorts and socks and sneaks off Zach and himself, as he did so.
When they were both naked, and Stevie got over the bare pubes his buddy showed, Stevie went down on his friend, again. And again. And again. Even though Zach had already told him about the shaving deal, when they were out back, it was still a shock to see it...to...feel....the silken boy skin...the bare pubes, the bare cock....satin ball sack. Steve was yanking himself while he blowed Zach, and wouldn't let Zach suck him. He wanted to be THE server, and when he blowed off in his hand, he'd suck it off his own fingers, then lick buddy body, till Zach was renewed for the next round.
They finally took a shower together, and Zach sent Steve home to set up sleeping over with his folks, and then come back for dinner, and more playtime.
All set, Stevie was back, and just flew through the door up to Zach's room. He locked the door, whirled and 'fwump'ed onto the bed next to Zach, again.
Zach was lying there, hands under his head, on his back, with his boxers just laying over his cock in case the 'rents came in on him. He turned his head, and looking into Steve's face, he said, I have to dress you for dinner.
With questions on his face, Steve sat up as Zach took his own boxers, and socks he'd been wearing, and replaced Steve's with his own.
"Oooooh, thanks Zach. I love being....wearing your shorts....and socks....god, I want to always wear 'em....can I? Can I?"
"A'course, you dick! You gonna be wearing my undies...my jizz...piss...ever'thin, fucker. Yuh wanted tuh be my boy. So now, you fuckin' are!"
Stevie felt like he died and went to heaven.
There was about a quarter-hour to dinner. Zach laid back to the pillow, head on his hands, and said, "Let's have you an appetizer, pussyboy. Eat out my armpit, dude. Whip out that tongue and swab some pit!"
Stevie readied himself for dinner in Zach's pits, and Zach was thinking to himself, "Shit, man, I could really get used to this!"
"Za-aaach! Dinnn-nerr!" they heard Zach's mom calling, some moments later.
Zach pushed Steve back out of his pit, and off his chest, and was awed. Steve was panting, head bobbing up and down from the heaving of his chest, drooling from mouth corners down his chin, his eyes.....wild!
Zach grabbed his bud, by the shoulders. "Calm down, baby. Calm down." Then he pecked him a kiss on the lips, and said, "You can have it all, boy, all of it....alllllllll night."
Stevie smiled, and his head fell to Zach's shoulder. Soon, they were both bounding down the stairs to dinner.
Remember now, back up on Shane's bed, Adam was riding his Shane buddy prong...... bouncing his blond locks and handsome boy body up and down on his life long buddy's cock of boy joy. He smiled dumbly, and blankly as his tongue sucked in, and hung out, alternately, as he bounced, and bobbed, and......
"Tell me again, babe, tell me what most yuh love to do."
"Oh, sir...oh, sir....I love-uh to fuck for-uh you sir, I just-um-uh love to fuck my boy pussybox for you."
"It's gonna be a long, beautiful night for you then, Fuckboy, one long, beautiful night."
Adam's beautiful smile said it all, as he looked down to Shane's equally smiling face. In a quick lurch up, forward and over, Adam was once again on his back, with Shane bounce-fucking him like it was their first play of the day.
"Uh-ungh-uh-huhuh-nnnghhh," grunted Adam, mid-pounding, and Shane smiled, teeth and all, and growled, "Tell me, fucker. Beg me!!!"
"Fuck me, sir. I love when you fuck me. Fuuuuuuckkk meeeee!!!"
"Your wish is my command, Fuckboy. I will fuck you....fuck you....fuck you....and then..... I'm gonna fuck you!! So what have you gotta say about that?"
"Thank you, sir. Ohgod, ohgod. Thank you, thank you."
"You betcha, Fuckboy. You betcha!" , Shane yelled, as he grabbed the boy from under his shoulders, yanked him up toward him, whirled around on his knees, dropping Adam's head to the pillows, and with cock still deeply planted in boyhole, Shane stepped around Adam's tail, and now, facing away from him, he squat-fucked his ass, to the bass melodic accompaniment of the ever grunting Adam.
Night was falling, as Adam lay under Shane's lightly breathing, 160 lbs. of damp, and sleeping boy weight.
Adam was on his belly, hands folded under his pillow, impaled still, by Shane's 6 inches of seemingly never softening cock. He felt a movement in his hole. Shane was hardening, and there was an almost imperceptible humping feel. Geez, could it be. Damn! Shane was having a fucking wet dream.....while he was fucking! Incredible!
Soon he was pumping buddy butt, and biting Adam's shoulder, and goddam, now he was really thrashing, and fucking his dickmeat over and over into his friend, in those little wet dream short-strokes. Adam was starting to well up from the bite to his shoulder..... then Shane released, and then....licking....kissing and licking...and a whole lot of mumbling.....and, "Fuck mehuh," then more mumbling, "ummm," and then "oh, Brend-uhum Brandu-umm," and more mumbling, and, then, he went quiet, but Adam knew Shane was pumping his jam up his chute. Pulse, after pulse...."Damn," Adam was thinking, "his fuckin' cock's even bigger now....who the fuck is Brand?" Adam was shaken. His new boy friend....the buddy since forever....who now love fucks him....dreams of some girl??! It.. there must be some girl named Brandy...or Brenda or sumpin'," Adam said....hoped...to himself.
.....and Shane was sound asleep again.
Who the fuck is Brand-um?
Bart was logging on to his 'puter, and his mail had a subject line from an unfamiliar ID, which said, "Check out your pic, cuntboy." Bart knew it had to be one of his kid tormentors, and that he better open it.
He opened it: "Hey, queerboy....nice pic eh? Grease your bung, I'll be cummin' over your house at 3." There was no signoff. The picture was clear of Bart's strained and sweating face, but the head of the boy fucking him wasn't easy to figure out. Three of the mid-schoolers that banged him all over the house were light brown haired, like the fucker in this pic. He checked time on the screen, and it was already 2:57. Damn! He had barely recovered from yesterday's dickathon...and that included his room and other things in the house he had to straighten up. The biggest problem he had was getting his parents' bed remade, and his father's ties to look like they hadn't been used as ropes. One was ruined, and he had to dump it in a street trash can, and hope it wasn't a fave of his father.
'Bokk! Bonk! Bundrr! "Oh, shit," Bart said to himself, "Mom sent him right up," as the door flew open, and young Dan stood there...cargoes, T, sneaks, no socks, hands on hips.
"Ready to eat cock, dude?"
Bart was horrified, running to the door, closing it...locking it....Dan's hand squeezed his shoulder, and pressed down. In spite of the difference in their ages, they were about the same size and weight, give or take. Bart just melted under the forceful move, and knelt before Dan.
"Take me out, faggot, and let's get chowin'."
Bart unzipped the boy, and pulled down the shorts and boxers. Dan was almost full bone, which posed a question in Bart's mind, like those earlier questions, though he wasn't really conscious of it. He took the boy meat in his hand, and fed it to himself. In moments, Dan grabbed the back of Bart's head, and jammed to his throat, through, and cummed, with a stifled groan, of pure fuckjoy.
When Dan released him, Bart had tears in his eyes, just a little glisten of spit around his mouth, and he was holding his neck, as he slowly looked back up into Dan's face.
"Nice throat, fagboy, now let's get on with it. Strip!"
Bart was only in boxers and socks, so he pulled them off and Dan told him to crawl to the bed and spit-wet his hole.
Dan's eye was caught by the picture of him fucking Bart on the computer screen. He hit 'Print', and the printer spit out the shot, which Dan brought over to the bed, holding it in front of Bart's face. "I'd say that's a nice likeness, fuckboy. Whatta you think? 'Ziff I care....let's make like the picture, boy, and get them legs up and pull your crack open for 'ole cockpole' here," he said, as he whipped his prick back and forth waiting for Bart's compliance.
"Atta boy, here yuh go!" and in one thrust, "Grompphhh," Bart's ass was full of about 5 1/2 inches of boycock.
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, cunthole! Tell me you love it fucker. I know yuh do. We all know yuh do....say it!"
Straining, Bart said, "I-uhlove it-ung, oh, love it."
"Love what, you little dick....love what?"
Bart didn't know what to answer....and was getting scared like when Shane yelled at him.
Dan gave him a hammering ram, held, glared at him through gritting teeth, and said, "You love to fuck....fuck....fuck, cuntboy!!"
"I love to fuck. I love to fuck. I love to fuck."
Dan was in fine form, and he fucked Bart fully the next half-hour. Dan was a boy fuckin' jabberin' fool. He blew air kisses to Bart, even spit in his face a few times, just to keep things light, while he pounded that boy into next month. Finally he cummed, and swooned to Bart, and chest to chest, he lay his face to Bart's, then looked deep into his eyes, and without a word, closed his eyes, tongued into Bart's mouth, sucking the air out of both of them, as the last of his dick pulses ebbed.
Lying fully over Bart now, cheek to cheek, Dan whispered, "Oh, Bart....ohhhh Barrt....I...."
Bart remembered when Dan took him in the park, and did something like this. Then yesterday, in the dining room...same thing. Bart didn't know if he'd ever feel like he thought Danny felt, with anybody, but he sure knew he loved dick....ohhhhhh, he loved dick, wherever it hung, wherever he got it. He was already thinking that if he needed to fake it with this kid, even if he still didn't know his name, he would do it. But it wouldn't keep him from the park rest room....he didn't think. Bart, after one week, was pretty sure, he'd NEVER get enough dick.
Steve and Zach played toes into crotches throughout dinner, and out in the TV room afterward. Zach's folks kept bugging on the kids to stop the foolin' around. Steve was always a family favorite.
When the kids couldn't bear holding out against the 'rock hard' emotion, they headed for Zach's room. Zach stood motionless at the door, after he pushed in the lock button. Steve turned, and said, "Whut?"
"Nuthin', really, I'm just sort of getting through this in my head. You know, like, telling you whut to do and our dicks, and stuff, and you know what I mean?"
Stevie said, "Yeh, I think I do. Alls I know is I want it....want it all." Zach walked over to him, putting his arm around his shoulders, and moved toward the bed. Steve was eased down on his belly by Zach, who straddled him at the hips, and pushed his tee up, and Stevie helped him get it over his head and off. Zach took much time examining his skin, his neck, the back of his head and the new haircut stubble there. He held and then squeezed both ears, massaging the boy trunk down to his waist, where he then reached under, opened, and pulled down his cargoes. "My boxers look good on your tail, boy."
Steve answered, "Yeah, and I love 'em, too."
"That reminds me...one thing...ever' time we're finished and yur goin' home, I'll give you a pair of cummy boxers that I want you to put next to your bed when you sack out."
Steve didn't know for what, but didn't care...he'd do whatever Zach wanted...anytime.
Through a leg hole, Zach ran a finger into Steve's crack, at which point Steve lurched in surprise, tightening his butt. "You gonna have to be more open later, boy, hear?"
"I will Zach, promise. I been waiting too long for you."
With that the boxers were off, and then the socks of his he'd dressed Steve with before dinner. He bent back Steve's legs, one at a time, examining feet, and toes, and licking and kissing and rubbing, squeezing and massaging, while the boy cooed below. Running his hands smoothing down the shins and calves, he then pressed and tease massaged the back of Steve's thighs. That's a part of us where, the right moves with fingers, can sensually tickle-massage, and like remote control, prong a boy's pud....and it did.
Steve hunched into the spread 2 -3 times, flexing his butt and squeezing his crack, alternately.
"Geez, you are ready, aintchu, my man?"
"God yeah, Zachie, I been ready...a hunnert years," Steve moaned into his folded arms. Now Zach tongue swabbed from the top of butt crack to his shoulder blades and then pulling each arm out straight, he burrowed under, and spit-slicked them boy pits till Stevie was near crying, before he turned him over.
On his back, Zach gripped Steve's steeled prong, and was quick to note the boy was a little bigger than himself...a bit longer...and thicker.
Zach then licked into his pubie patch, and while he licked all around Steve's cock and nuts, Stevie said, "If you're a bare boy...I wanna be a bare boy,too."
Zach, still dressed, didn't answer....but he looked up to Steve, and asked, "You wanna cum, kid?"
"Oh, yeah, Zach...I sure do wanna cum."
"Well...you can't you little fuck. That's the way it's gonna be from now on. You take orders. You do only what I say. You don't do anythin'.......without checking....'specially.... cummin'.....even pissin'....and shittin'!"
"Oh god, thank you Zach! Oh thank you," Steve squealed in glee.
Shaking his head, but also getting into this, Zach said, "Get up here now, and undress me. Kiss me all over my body while you strip me."
Steve did a good job service-stripping his new master, tongue-kissing every part of him, thanking him all the while, over and over.
Zach shook his head, again, but understood, only too well what Steve felt....and said, "You call me, SIR, fuckwad....SIR, from here on."
"Oh, yessir. Yes, SIR! Thank you, sirffppplukk," Steve almost finished saying, as Zach jammed three fingers in his craw.
Steve held Zach's wrist while he serviced his fingers, now deep into the back of his mouth, gliding up and back on his tongue, and gooed and gopped and drooled, and was getting all worked up like happened before, when Zach pulled them from him and whipping the boy's legs up, he wiped and slicked the kid's crack. This time, when Steve squeezed his butt, Zach's spit gooey fingers were already inside and he slowly relaxed Stevie's pucker zone, and started to tease his pussy hole.
As scared groans became evident, a forefinger was worming inside of Stevie pussy. "Oh...oh-oh-oh, oh no, it's...it hurts me Za---SIR!"
Zach smiled, pursed a kiss on his lips, and continued wiggle-worming his finger fucker into his boy. Steve was whining now, louder, and squirming, and, and, Zach stuffed a sock into his mouth, and gave him a warning finger...."You're a fuckboy, faggot, and you shut up, and do what you're told. Does it hurt?"
Steve nodded very wildly.
"Tough shit, dirthole!" was Zach's merciless answer as the second finger squished inside Stevie, whose tears were visible on his cheeks now....as the third finger slid home, and they all were whirling 'round and 'round inside his strained and stretched and pained pussy. His eyes went wide as saucers when Zach pulled side to side inside him, intensifying the pain.
Suddenly...they were out......and they were in his mouth....in place of the sock. As he realized he was licking the inside of his hole, his face scrunched up, but there was his man Zach, above him...his dreamboy of all these years....and he gooed back up again...settling back, his whole body going limp....'cept his pud, a'course.
Zach was up, out the door, and back in again, relocking the door, as he swooomped to his now favorite place, between Stevie's sticked-up in the air legs. Practically without missing a beat, he funnelled a finger load of butt slick goop up Stevie's hole....K-Y.... he squeezed out of the tube in the med cabinet.
"Phwooommm," Stevie moaned.
Zach's cock was so hard....so ready to fuck his first fuckboy. The adventures at Shane's earlier that day with Adam, had perfectly prepared him for his new role of master. He could feel the control coming over him with each passing moment.
The slick stuff really made the finger slide go smoothely this time, and Stevie was really enjoying the feel and not missing one time that Zach's fingers rode over or pressed into his joy buzzer. At one point he lurched up, scared...he thought he was going to cum, and it was already locked in his mind that he couldn't. Relieved....he didn't cum afterall.
Zach, his hand gripping his cock tightly, whipped it back and forth, as he kneeled up in full view of Steve....and said, "Beg me for it, you fuckin' bastard. Beg me, you little motha."
"Please, sir, Zac-uh, please fuck me, sir. Please fuck me. Oh, god, ohgodohgod, I want you to fuck me so bad....pleeeee-uhhhhngghh!"
Zach surged inside his longtime friend for the first time. The prep and the goop allowed his boyprick to bottom Steviehole instantly. He lay into the boy's box firmly, holding steady for long moments, first with a blank staredown, then, slowly, a smile spread over his face, which turned to a toothy smirk. His jet black eyes peered through Steve's hazels, straight to his brain, as he yelled, "Ahmmena fuck you silly, faggot.....and then, guess, you fucker....guess!"
"Oh sir, I don't don't know what to guess."
"So...you're fuckin' stupid, too, 'zat it?"
"Yessir....stooopid sir."
"You right, fuckboy, you stooooo-pid! So' yuh don't have tuh strain that pea-fuckin' brain of yours...I'll tell you the answer....ahm gonna fuck your brains out! That's the answer!" he yowled as he pulled out the first time, and rammed back in, to an air-sucking gasp from his new, his first ever, fuckboy.
Zach even surprised himself...fucking Stevie, hour upon hour, upside down, rightside up, scissors and sideways, standin' up, sittin' down, on his feet, and on his hands. That was the fuckin' Zach was finishing up just now....Stevie was standing on his hands, while Zach pulled his butt up and down over his boy pleaser. Finally ebbing his cum shot, he lifted Steve and dumped him over on his belly, half on and half off the bed.
Zach bent down, pulling Steve's head up by his hair so he could look in his eyes. "Know what, boy?"
Steve just shook his head, 'No'.
"In just eight more hours I'll stop fuckin' you....and then, and then....we'll fuck some more. Will you like that, boy?"
"Yesssirrr," Stevie droaned drearily, "yes, sir, fuck me more, yeh, uh, more..."
"Then you can suck your master, too, yes?"
Slurring in exhaustion somewhat, Stevie said, "Yethur, suck master, yeh, uhmm, suck masther."
"Good. Gooooood, boy. Let's teach you 'fuckboy' now. Get your ass on the floor."
Steve scrambled to sit on the floor, but just fell over in a boypile of legs and arms. Little by little, he got himself righted, and on his butt, looking up like a little puppy expectin' a treat....tongue out his mouth and all....
"Jeee-susss! You are a dumfuck. On your knees pussybutt!"
Steve got to his knees, nearly falling over. Zach pulled the kid's hands behind him clasping 'em, getting his right middle finger, "Ummphhh," up his hole, then put his right foot over his left foot, "Tongue out...look down!"
"Now, that pissant, is 'fuckboy'. Whenever, you and I are alone together, you strip, and get into 'fuckboy'. You will wait on me in this position all the time. Got it??"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Now, listen carefully, dipshit. This might be the last chance you'll have while we know each other...."
Steve went fiery attentive and alert, even to straightening up his back like a little so'djer.
"Here goes: ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE YOU WANNA BE A FUCKBOY?" Stevie was nodding crazy. "ABSOLUTELY SURE YOU WANT TO BE MY FUCKBOY....SERVING ME NO MATTER WHAT I EVER ORDER YOU?" Stevie's agreeing nods were even more wild now. "FOR AS LONG AS WE KNOW EACH OTHER YOU DO EVER'THIN I TELL YOU, FUCKBOY....AND YOU LIVE NEXT DOOR, MAN, YOU'LL NEVER HAVE A FREE FUCKIN' MINUTE FROM ME."
Stevie lunged for Zach's legs, and wrapped himself around his young friend, wailing, "Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
Zach was thinking to himself, "And I thought I was hooked on boycock. Fuckin' Stevie, this is the original fuckin' cockhound!!"
"Okay then Fuckboy, no turnin' back. This is it...." Stevie was back in position, and still puppy doggin' and nodding.
"After this weekend, ever' morning, school or no school, you be right here on your knees in 'fuckboy', waiting for me to wake up....to take my piss....suck me off....and....or .....fuck for me. You'll wash me in the shower. Then sometimes, you'll stay for breakfast, and sometimes you won't....'cause we can't let the 'rents know you're comin' up here ever' mornin'...some days you have to sneak up here somehow...we'll work that out later."
Stevie was fuck-in' drooling in anticipation, and noddin. like those bobble head fuckin' dolls, still, yet.....geez.
Zach asked, "So watta we gon' do now, Fuckboy?"
"Oh, sir, you will fuck me now."
"Well, yeh, later. Get the TV on, then come over and lay between my legs and lets eat my ass for an hour, with some cock and balls for dessert."
Scrambling his naked tail to the TV, he switched it on, brought Zach the remote, and climbed between his new hug-buddy's legs, so he could serve Zachiehole.
As Zach nodded, taking the remote, he looked smilingly down to Stevie's face, nodded, and watched Steve's shining face disappear under his balls...."O, oooummph, schlikkk,thurr, I ruvv thuckin uppfh phere."
Zach smiled, slumped down against the pillows, surfed to MTV, and settled back...occasionally running his fingers through his fuckboy's short, thick dark brown head thatch.
A half hour into the fevered eat out, Stevie's sweat and spitty face emerged, and he asked, "Shirrr, may I be shaved, like you. Please, sir, please?"
Zach nodded and casually pushed the boy's face back under his balls, with visions of hot water, shave cream, and rubbing alcohol, dancing in his head.
"Wait a minute," Adam was thinkin' hard now...there's no Brenda in our class. I know ever' girl Shane knows in school, or not, and there's no fuckin' Brenda!! Geeez....but, no can't be....nah, but....who....else....but....BrendON!"
Here Adam had given himself, boybox and all, to his lifelong best friend....who just had a wet dream about the varsity shortstop!!??
"Please...don't be that. Please, don't let it be another boy. I wanna be the only boy. THE Fuckboy! Pleeeeease!!!" Adam cried himself to sleep, in the pillow, with Shane's cock still buried up inside him....awakening....once again!!
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