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ZACH GETS TO SERVE. Chapter 2. Who Gets to Ride? Remember, when last we looked in on Casey, his toes were the last of him seen slinking past Shane's doorjamb as the door closed.
It's morning, the next day, Monday morning, and Casey's scrambling to get to Shane's room before he wakes. Quick-like-a-bunny, Casey was on his knees at Shane's bedside, in fuckboy position. He waited patiently, then was jarred a bit when Shane's alarm went off, and stirring, Shane's hand reached out to pound the button down. Stretching full length, he opened his eyes, and there was his little fuckboy, waiting to service him. Shane slept naked, so he just rolled onto his side at the edge of the bed, boy-rod at the ready. Looking into Casey's face, he just said, "Eat!"
Casey knee-waddled to the bedside and with hands still behind his back and a finger in his boyhole, he sucked his big brother's cock into his mouth. Sucking feverishly, yet gently, he fired Shane up into a sidewize, humping mass of pure boymelt. Shane, close now, pulled Casey's head to his pubes, and shot a powerful load of cum into the kid's mouth. He buried his face into his pillow to muffle his wild screams of ecstasy.
"Ahhhh!' he sighed, as he rolled over onto his back, in aftercum glow, then said to Casey, "ok, fuckboy, you're gonna be my buckin' bronco this afternoon. We're gonna break you on this brother pole of yours. So when you get home, you get that asshole of yours cleaned out real good, and greased up; and get 3 fingers up in there, too. We'll see how you do in the quarter-mile, fuckboy," he said with a wave of his 7 inch persuader. "Got that, fuckboy?"
"Yes, Sir," Casey nodded energetically, his mind whirring with the fear of being fucked for the first time.
"Good, now get the fuck out of here!" Shane ordered Casey.
Casey turned on his knees, dropped to all fours, and crawled to the door and out.
It was sort of a dismal morning. Not just because it was Monday, and a school day, but it was gray, a little chilly, with a steady drizzle. Wearing a windbreaker, backpack slung over one shoulder, Zach waited in the rain for the bus. Cute kid was Zach, about 5' 6", 14, his second week in 8th grade. He had jet black hair and eyes, slim and firm body, camoflaged in his baggy pants, sweatshirt, and no more than 135 lbs.
It was the day after Jarrod's birthday sleepover in the teepee with his four buds. It was the first day after he had sucked his first cock. The first day after he'd spent a whole night...sucking cock! Casey's cock. He had been so scared; so embarrassed; then in love with it. In love with cock! My god! He had loved eating cock! and cum! all night!!!
Bemoaning his fate there, on the corner, in the rain, he was startled as a mid-sized SUV-type, car screeched to a stop, just past him. Wide-eyed alert, he perked up when he saw older kids he recognized inside. Shit, he thought, they were gonna give a middle schooler a ride to school! He was already planning to be the cock of the walk, telling his buds that upper classmen gave him a ride today. The back door flew open, and Tommy, a sophomore, with a big smile, waved him in.
Zach was in the back seat in 2 steps, Tommy leaned across him, pulled the door closed, and Shane hit the gas. As he steered back onto the road, Shane turned back to Zach, saying, "So, how's it feel in your first weeks back to dumb school, kid?"
"I dunno,"Zach offered, "same stuff, different year, I guess."
"Hu, hmm" Adam chuckled, from the right front seat. "Boy, if that ever ain't the truth. I'm so sick of this shit.
"So, my name's Tommy," his back-seat companion offered, holding out a hand to shake.
"Uh, yeh, I know...I'm Zach," he said, taking Tom's hand. Zach felt a bit strange. Did Tom hold his hand extra long, or ... Then, Zach's thoughts were interrupted when each boy from the front seat also introduced himself, and shook hands. Weirder still, there was no mistaking. Each boy had held his hand extra long, particularly Shane, who both held, and tightened, before finally letting go.
The boys talked kid jabber on the way, then as they got to the school lot entrance, Tom said, "So, since you live on our run, want to ride with us to and from school? You can shove the fuckin' bus, and hang with us after school, sometimes, too. We have some good times. Don't we guys?" he called to the others up front.
"Betcha," chimed in Adam, touseling Zach's hair, "we'll show you fun times."
Without any prompting, Shane and Tommy, howled and Shane said, "You got that right!"
With a wink, Tommy grip-slapped Zach's upper thigh, and said "Meet us here, at 2:45, bud, and we'll show you the time of your life!"
Whew! It felt great being with older guys, but whut's up with them? They'll "show me the time of my life?" What's up with that?
As the others lit out for class, fivin' other drive-to-school buds in the lot, Zach was not among 'friends' since none of his class got to drive to school. Sort of lonely, he shuffled among all the strangers through the lot to the middle school building, the other side of the high school. Somehow, the confusion kept him from crowing his former elation about his new 'older' friends, to classmates, as he had planned.
He had forgotten all about his love affair with Casey's dick, as he swooned through the morning. He came to in a hurry as he hit the locker room for gym, and Casey was at his locker. As he drew up close, Casey leaned in and hoarsely whispered to him, "Get your fuckin' ass changed and be in the toilet, suckboy!"
Zach fumbled around getting himself changed and gear stowed, and before he knew it, was at the toilet stall door. Most of the kids were clearing out to gym class as Zach closed the stall door behind him. Casey, who had been sitting on the seat, got up, pulled his shorts down, climbed up and sat on the tank with his sneaks on the seat. Holding his semi-hard peter, and waving it, he said, "Let's get your brunch, suckboy! Blow me!"
Zach wasted no time and went right to work eating his bud. In no time, Casey was bouncing his tail off the tank and pumping a load of teen cream into Zach. "Swallow it, cocksucker, swallow it!" Casey whispered. When Casey's dick was finally drained, and with Zach still palms down on the seat and looking into Casey's face, the young towhead whapped his fuckin' dick back and forth across Zach's cheeks....again and again....and again. Then, with no warning, he just jumped down, slammed Zach back into the door, pulled up his shorts, pushed Zach away, and was out the door.
The day was uneventful, and since the older kids were at the high school, there was no running into them during the schoolday.
Well here he was, 2:45, by Shane's car, alone. Leaning against the backdoor, he started to get antsy, that now he was stranded if the kids stayed late for some high school event....because by now, his bus home was gone.
"Aha! Very obedient," yelled Adam, as he and the others surfaced from thin air, seemingly. Zach was startled, and gave up a weak smile of acknowledgment. Truth be known, Shane, Adam and Tommy had been waiting, to check Zach's arrival out, behind a partition, near the car.
Adam opened the back door, got in and Zach followed. As he reached back to get the door, he grabbed hold of Tommy's pants front. Tommy was also getting in the back seat, and had positioned himself where Zach's hand would be. Zach was really in a quandry now. Three guys in the back, while one guy 'chauffered'? He was afraid to ask not wanting to be made the fool by these older boys.
His mind awhirl, with Shane singing to the radio, Tommy and Adam had pulled off their jackets, sneaks and socks, and started shucking their shirts. Tommy motioned for Zach to do the same. "Come on bud, we're hittin' the beach for some after school rays. Start getting with the program."
Dumb enough, Zach started stripping down, too. Shane pulled the SUV into the upper beach area, overgrown with tumbleweed-like brush sprouting from the dirty sand. The whole area was barren of beachgoers, at this hour, and on what had started out so dreary a day. The older kids piled out, and SHAZAM! a cooler of beer appeared, a blanket and some towels. They plopped on the blanket, near the car, and all took a beer, save for Zach, whose was handed to him by Tommy.
It was 3:00 PM, when they took that beer out, at 3:20, they had coaxed 2 of 'em into Zach; none of them had even finished one. They asked Zach to go into the car and get the camera. When Zach, wobbled on his knees getting up, and fell on his face when he tried to stand, the three teens licked their palms and did fivers all around. Tommy and Adam brought Zach back on to the blanket, and started brushing the sand off him, particularly over his fly. Shane went to get the camera. Laying down next to Zach, Tommy whispered to him, telling him how good Zach felt, and that he was going to feel so much better with his pants off, so he could relax. Zach was nodding and mumbling, and Adam brought over the other guys' half-finished first beers. They would have Zach take small sips, intermittently, while he was being undressed. As his underwear came off, Adam, from behind, lifted Zach up from the waist, and onto all fours. Zach was positioned over, and straddling Tommy. As Adam whispered to Zach that Tom wanted his pants off like Zach, Zach undressed Tommy. Unbeknown to any of them, Shane had set a video camera on, and was filming everything. Shane figured he'd make the film, then see if he had to edit his buds out in part, or in toto, since all he originally wanted was Zach. In his stupor, and seeing a couple of blurry Tommies below him, Zach wasn't really aware that Tom was waving his boy rod at him. Adam pulled Zach's legs out from under him, and Zach fell flat, and face-on Tommy's crotch. All the boys started to taunt and chant, "Take it Zach. Suck it Zach, You want it Zach. Eat him, boy. Suck you some boy cock, Zach." Then Adam, crawled right up by his ear, and told him over and over how good it is to serve an older boy, who likes you a lot, and is willing to share you with his friends. "All he wants from you Zach, is a little payback, and you know how much you want to do it. Go ahead Zach, it's good for boys to serve, Zach. Nice and gentle, that's it just a lick, yeah, a taste, good boy, now lay right down and get comfortable. Pull that beautiful cock you love right into your mouth, and show Tommy how much you appreciate what he's doing for such a young middle schooler like you."
Oh, now, drunk on beer, drugged on Adam-talk, Zach swooned over Tommy's prick and sucked the whole thing into his mouth, sucking madly while holding onto it with his hand. Polaroid flashes went off successively from the left-front of Zach, showing his hand, mouth, and boy's dick in it, even the cockhead ridge, at several in and out stages. Some shots even showed that boy tongue licking and swirling over the cockhead.
"Suck me boy! Suck me!!" yelled Tommy. "Oh, I'm gonna gush!" Tommy exploded into Zach's mouth and the boy's stupor prevented him from knowing what was coming or avoiding it. Adam, kept whispering, "Swallow it! Swallow it! Swallow, boy!"
The scene was repeated with Zach being taunted by Tommy, to suck Adam. Zach blowed Adam till the boy blew his wad almost straight down Zach's throat. Then it was Shane's turn. Shane had Zach undress him, slowly. If he moved too fast, Shane would smack his hand. When Shane was completely naked, still standing, while Zach had been on his knees, he started to dodge and dart around Zach. He was making Zach chase, and grab for his cock, as Zach crawled all around the blanket, on, then off, reaching for the boy's cock to suck, being driven by Adam's constant hoarse whispering guidance. His condition, and the 'guidance', had Zach certain that all he wanted was more and more boy cock to suck. Tommy and Adam alternated on the still camera, while the videocam kept whirring right on. Shane had stocked up with more than enough film packs, and though he didn't think he would need it, he brought an extra video blank. Finally, Shane let Zach 'catch' him, and as he gripped Shane's dick, and crawled up to suck it into his mouth, Shane smacked Zach's hand off him, and beat the kid's face with his dick, oh, so degradingly. He then asked Zach what he wanted? Zach looked into Shane's eyes, so pained.
"You fucker, beg me! Beg me!!" Shane screamed.
"Please. Please?" Zach begged.
"Please what? you dumb bastard?"
Zach was drunk, and lusting, and crazy out of his mind, and kept falling to the blanket each time he reached out for Shane's dick, and lost his balance. Behind them, Tommy and Adam were doubled up, in tears, laughing at this sad spectacle. Zach didn't know what Shane wanted him to say.
"Ok, you stupid shit, I'll give you a chance. You beg for my cock to suck. You say, "Sir, please may I suck your cock?" Shane instructed.
Zach, once again reaching out, Shane again dodging, with cock flopping in the air, Zach once again falling on his face, raised his boy head up, reaching out with his hand, and pleaded, "PULEEZE Sir, may I suck your cock?"
Shane finally relented, and let Zach again 'catch' him, and pull himself up by gripping Shane's legs, then going hand-over-hand, till he was back up on his knees. Then Shane rammed his cock right to the back of Zach's mouth, gagging him momentarily. He let Zach recover, and then let the boy nurse his pecker to a most violent cum. "Swallow my jam you motherfucker, eat my jizz!"
By 3:55, Zach had sucked three boys, was naked on his knees, jacking his own dick, and his hand was reaching out for more cock to suck, as he turned 'round and 'round on his knees, as the boys all circled, and dodged around him. They each had him down a second load of their cum. Shaming the boy, they had sat in a semi-circle, and pulled him by the hair, from cock to cock to cock. They'd let him suck each dick for about a 5-count, then yank his head to the next kid. As each boy came close, they'd hold him on that kid's pecker till the boy cummed. Thence, to the next boy, and so on. Then, leaving Zach lying there, belly down, on the blanket, cum and spit drying and crusting on his face, the kids all got up, dressed, packed up the gear, and got back in the car for the short trip back to Zach's to drop him off. Adam and Tommy had hauled Zach up, and shuffled him into the car, between them. Only, Zach, was still naked. They pushed him to his knees, on the floor of the car, facing them in the back seat. They moved his head and mouth from dick to dick, and back and forth, until he brought them both off....again! Shane parked down the road from Zach's house. Quickly, Shane and Adam switched places, and Shane stuck his meat in Zach's mouth for his third blow job. "Very good work, my boy, very good. You have served us well today, and you will serve us much better from now on. You are our suckboy, boy, hear?" Shane screamed at him. Zach nodded energetically. God, they owned him!
"Starting right now, you address us as 'Sir'; you obey every command without question, and now before you get dressed, tell me what you are," Shane demanded.
Zach was confused.
"Damn you, boy, you are our suckboy! Now say it!" Shane was screaming.
"I'm your suckboy."
"Damn, you are thick. How do you address me when you speak, suckboy?" Shane asked.
"SIR! I'm your suckboy, SIR!", Zach yelled.
"Finally," Shane said feigning exasperation, then said, "okay, you guys clean him up and get him dressed. And you, suckboy, be on the corner in the morning a half-hour earlier, so we can get going on your chores, on your first full day as our suckboy."
"Yes, sir."
Then Shane, back in the driver's seat again, turned back, one final time as the boys were helping Zach get his jacket on. He said, "Put your underwear in your backpack in the morning...socks, too, just wear outer clothes...it'll speed things up in the morning." Reaching in his pocket, he brought out a rubber. "Here, take this. Beat off in it tonight, twice; then once more tomorrow morning. Bring it with you full of your cum in the morning." He pointed expectantly at Zach, who was now standing by Shane's front window.
"Yes, sir".
"You got it, suckboy. You got it. Morning. Half-hour early. Be here!" Vrrroooom! Zach was breathing car exhaust, as Shane sped off. Absently, he licked his lips, the last boy he ate was Shane. His knees buckled a little. He caught himself, went up the street to his house. He knew, but almost didn't know, all that had transpired these last 2 hours. God. He'd know soon enough. Would he ever! He clutched and squeezed the rubber packet, over and over in his sweaty hand.
Shane dropped the other kids off, and pulled into his own driveway. 'Round the back, up the steps to the back porch, then into his room. Patiently, dutifully waiting, on his knees, tongue out, and feet crossed, was his naked little brother, Casey.
As Shane plopped down on his bed in front of Casey, he said, "Untie my sneaks with your teeth, boy."
"Yes, sir," said Casey, as he pulled the laces open, and loosened them with his teeth.
"Pull 'em off now....and now the socks, with your teeth." he directed. "Lick my feet, and suck my toes. I want you to really work on 'em now. Let's see that spit-drool after you get going." The young boy worked on his brother's feet for 10 minutes.
"Ok, ok, boy, get up here, get me undressed, SLOWLY. Then I want you to eat out my pits, tits and lick my cock hairs," he ordered Casey. With that, Casey scrambled to get up on the bed, and stripped his brother, so agonizingly slowly, it was erotic, in itself. And Shane showed a raging hard, in spite of the 3 loads he pumped into Zach just 45 minutes ago.
Finishing a licking, sucking and matting of Shane's pubes, but with his tongue still in Shane's little forest, he looked up to his brother with cute, bright blue eyes, awaiting the next route of this tongue journey.
"GENTLY, cup my balls in your hand, and lightly, slowly, lick the entire sack. Now all this prep stuff....here...I want you to remember. This is the procedure each afternoon. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," said Casey, obediently setting to work on Shane's nut sack.
After a few minutes, he said to Casey, "Alright, let's get to the main attraction here. I want to get blowed quick, and then I want you to get me up as fast as all possible, and then get that little pucker of yours on my boy pleaser, FAST! So let's get to it!."
Casey scrambled so he was up between Shane's legs, pulled his big brother's dick down toward him from its belly-repose, sucked it in, and gave Shane a frenzied, sucking vacuum job. The poor kid was trying so hard to beat some unknown speed-cum record, so his brother would be happy....and not angry. In no time, his brother was bucking and shooting off in his mouth with just the slightest, "Mmmmumph," as a signal. Casey then fingered and played around Shane's groin, to heat him up quick again. For a virile young boy such as Shane, a cum barely challenges future readiness, and thus, was semi-hard already. Tenderness eased, Casey tongue-tickled Shane's cockhead, while whipping his rod to full hardness.
"Dju clean your hole out when you got home, boy?"
Casey quickly nodding for expectant approval, said, "Oh, yes, sir, I'm clean."
Shane nodded tentative approval, saying, "Well good, but the big test is what we see when you get down there to clean me off right? If chocolate custard is what you want, that's what you'll get, if you didn't do a good job, right?"
"No sir, I'll be REAL clean, sir, I will be, I promise."
Pretty boy, young Casey, 13 year old cherub-serf to his brother, starting last night, rose up to straddle his big brother's prod. His golden hair shone from the light pouring through the window, in the late afternoon sun. He had a shock of it hanging down over his forehead, which he exasperatedly blew away for the moment while he tried to position himself in the most brother-pleasing way possible...as quickly as he could. He was sort of a pinky-tan, with the standard, white butt-stripe from his bathing suit. A pug nose, blue eyes, slim, firm and about 120 lbs soakin' wet, he was a toy model of his older brother. Shane often felt like he was seeing a rerun of his prior years when he gazed at his brother...and that image was magnified now that their new ruler-serf relationship had formed.
"Dju grease up, boy?" Shane barked.
Casey nodded, and said, "Yes, sir, I did, and used three fingers like you told me."
"You better had, or you're gonna be screamin' like a banshee in a minute. Park it pussy!" Shane ordered.
Gripping his rod like a club, and shaking it at his brother's face, he said, "Ok, boy, let's break you like a fuckin' bronco. Take a ride!"
Casey, pre-greased and probed, climbed aboard, easing down on the spit-slick pole. Seven hard, corrogated, velvet-smooth inches of boy-cock slid up Casey's pretty butt. In one, smooth, slow descent, Casey was fully rooted. "Arrrghhh, uhh, ummm, weeeww," groaned the boy; tears just gushed from his eyes. He burned. Oh, how he burned! But, he knew he had to be ready for the electric slide his brother was gonna get real used to from now on.
Shane, humped up, and said, "Let's go boy, make me happy." Shane helped a bit by cupping his hands under the kid's buns to give him some support.
"Ummm, very nice, fuckboy, very nice! I definitely see an improvement in your readiness to please your brother. Now let's see how happy you can really make me. I want to see that tongue flying out of your mouth, slobber drooling down that chin, and I want to hear that pretty, sexy music from your throat that tells me how much you love to make me happy. Let's do it, fuckboy, ride, fuckboy, ride!" Shane ordered in higher and higher pitch, as his little brother had already started unmercifully fucking his own boyhole with his brother's cock, faster, and faster, and pounding and ever faster....the sweat was beading, his tears, the drool, was running down his chin, puddling on Shane's belly, his tongue, oh his breathing was short, shorter, "Unh, unh, unh, unh," grunted Casey, riding the rail to pleasure, his brother-pole.
"Long-cock yourself, fuckboy, long-cock! Get up there high when you ride!" Shane yelled.
Poor Casey was doing everything he could, but his brother just couldn't get enough of him. His head was bouncing all around like a bobble-head doll's.
Finally, "Ummmm. Ungghh. Take it you! Take it fuckboy!" Shane strained, as he shot his load up inside Casey. "Eeeuuuuueee, you are one good fuck, boy! Ooooomm, uh, unh, now easy when you raise up. I want you to keep my goo inside, for a bit. Let's get your finger up there. Good boy. Now get your pussy mouth down on my boy pleaser and clean me off."
With his own finger up his hole, the boy scrambled to suck off his brother's dick. And suck he did! His brother was rock hard again, when he was pushed away. Shane now maneuvered Casey, so that he was up on his shoulders, as close to looking up his own asshole as he could.
"Ok, boy, let's get that butt-finger of yours to start serving my sperm goo into your mouth. I want you digging around in there till you got it all, hear?" Shane ordered.
Casey enthusiastically nodded, and got right to his buttjuice protein.
Shane, lying full length, on his side, propped on his elbow, head in his hand, enjoyed the spectacle of his kid brother eating the cum from his own boyhole. When he was done, he just stayed with feet back over his head, blankly staring through his legs, unconsciously waiting for orders from Shane.
"Ok, now, move your pussy over here, and ease down against my side. I want you to completely relax," he said, as he ran a smoothing hand over Casey's stomach and chest. "I want to see if you ooze any more juice, boy. You relaxed and comfy?" Shane asked.
Casey said, "Yeahhh....Sir!" almost forgetting his fuckboy status.
Shane checked Casey's pussy, and there was just the slightest trickle of Shane-drizzle on the boy's pucker. "Ok, fuckboy, very good, wipe your fingers over your butt, and eat the rest of that goo, then get in the shower and get my water warm.
Finishing his butt snack, Casey slid off the bed to the floor and crawled into the bathroom and ran the water for Shane, got out kneeled in his cross-foot, clasped-hand, tongue out and head down position, to await Shane.
Shane strolled in, cock bobbin', walked up to Casey, and ordered, "Tongue, fuckboy!" Casey raised his head and inch-by-inch, knee-walked to Shane's cock. Shane rubbed it back and forth, and back and forth over Casey's tongue, till it was quivering. Please write and tell me if you like my story. Send comments to jarrod749@aol.com.
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