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 22.
Zach brushed himself off as he got off the ground in front of Stevie's, and made his way home across the lawn. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and ruffled his fingers through his hair as he hit the stairs to his room, with a casual wave to his folks in the living room.
He was free til 10 tomorrow in the locker room with Casey. He decided to relish that relative freedom and took a long steamy shower, but kept the taste of Stevie in his mouth over night.
Late that night, Bob slithered from bed, and went to Steve's room. As per usual, the door was open, Steve was on his belly under the covers....his gym shorts in a wad by the bedside. Bob had no doubt they were filled with the juice of boy joy....the smell of cum was still in the room. He stole to the bed, grabbed 'em up and dashed into the guest room....rewound the tape, and sat on the floor against the wall, plugged the earphones in his ears, and hit 'play' to hear the events of Steve's mastering of Zach that night with the boy's joy juicy shorts at his nose.
As he licked the boy goo out of his son's shorts, he turned his ear to the sounds of his son's room...the blaring stereo smothered much of what went on until the unmistakable sound of his son in a rage, screaming at Zach:
"FINALLY, YOU DUMB BASTARD!!! FINALLY, YOU GET IT!!! WHAT YOU WILL DO FOR ME DUMBFUCK......IS ANY GODDAM FUCKIN' THING I WANT......THAT'S WHAT!!!! GOT THAT FAGBOY????"
"YESSSSS--SIRRR!!!"
Then later:
"....slap---slap, "Aiiieeeahhhhhh! You fuckin' cocksucker! Take it you fucker!"
Bob's heart was pounding and he shot his wad instantly as he bit into the kid's shorts he was licking, whining in a high pitched muffled voice as he cummed, and cummed, and.....cummed. He was so wild, he beat his feet up and down on the floor in celebration of his sex crazed hysteria.
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 22.
Stevie's dad actually gassed himself on the floor of the guest room with the earphones still plugged in, and his son's gym shorts limp on his chest, still clutched in his fingers.
Waking with a start, he secreted the tape recorder, and headed out to return Steve's shorts to the floor by his bed, and then crept back to his own room, and bed.
It was already getting light out, and pretty soon Casey's alarm would be blaring him awake to get down to Shane's room. He had payback service to perform after having forgotten to crawl when serving his older brother the previous day.
Several blocks away, Kip was already awake, up, and heading for his shower. He was so excited, he was trembling as he looked at his waif-like, naked reflection in the mirror. He jostled his wispy, light brown hair, and wiped his mouth absently with the back of his wrist....he actually looked into the mirror at his lips...the lips that had wrapped themselves around Adam's cock at the park toilet glory hole....the lips that had done duty around all those other kids' meat yesterday at Shane's. He could still feel the presence of boy cock up his hole....even getting a little twinge right down there right then....his little sphincter sucking itself inside and out. He ran his fingers to his crease, pressed in, then stepped into the shower and shocked himself with the first cold blast.
Shane smiled broadly, and stretched his legs and arms up and out flexing his hardened muscles while gazing on his kneeling fuckboy brother in waiting. Shane suddenly sat up and with his feet to the floor, motioned for Casey to knee-waddle over to him.
He said, "I got some repositioning for you, faggot."
"Yessir," Casey said.
"Fum now on, when you're waiting to serve, you'll be on your knees, sitting back on your heels, hands on your thighs....so let's do that right now," Shane ordered, and Casey executed.
"Then, when I snap my fingers the first time...you will snap straight up off your heels, hands clasped behind, finger up your hole, feet crossed, like usual. Next snap, fall forward onto one hand, keep dat other hand back so your finger stays up your butt. Keep yur feet still crossed, though....and Shane snapped his fingers, and each time, Casey performed like a little blond seal.
"A'kay, next snap, head up...last snap, shoot yur tongue out and hold....DO IT!"
Casey did, and Shane said, "Ye-e-e-essssss!! my li'l fuck slave. Yes, in-deeeed!"
Patting Casey's forehead, he said, "Awright, ferget dat, and let's get to takin' care of yur big brudder, eh? Get up here," Shane called to him and Casey crawled up on the bed, and scooted his face under Shane's now upraised butt, and without being told a word, the young kid was tongue-swabbing boy crease from balls to tailbone. When Shane started his telltale whining squeal, Casey then took Shane's balls, washed 'em over, and sucked both big boy nuts in his drooling mouth. Shane's hands held his brother's head by the sides, and he worked it back and forth, till Casey released the balls. Shane's meaty 6 inch prick was rock hard and randy. Casey then crawled over Shane's middle and sucked that big rammer off the kid's belly and blew that kid one super suck job.
Shane began to bouncing up into Casey's face as he reached peak and then as he sat forward, he pulled the boy's head straight over and down, and gently he probed, and prodded, till he sank through Casey's gagging, gawking throat....slid back out, turned the kid's face up, looked into it, and then pushed it right back down and pronged him one final time.....held, and whispered, "Swallow, li'l bro, swallow-jack me, boy. Make me happy, fagboy, make yur big brudder happeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" and then in little short humping strokes he got himself off as Casey swallow-joyed that pretty brother prick, till every last drop of cock jazz had fired through Casey's wide open throat.
Casey washed and showered his brother, and was just done toweling Shane's toes, down there on his back on the bathroom floor, when several blocks away, Kipper stepped from his own shower and grabbed the towel 'round him like a shawl, and did the boy 'twist' swiping it back and forth down to his bubble butt. He rubbed it through his crack, lifting his leg to open him up. Hanging the towel on the dry rack, he slipped naked across the hall to his room, and even before he put his underwears on, he reached under the bed for the little shot glass he had there, enclosed in a plastic baggie. He had been scared after he got home 'cause he lost the rubber Shane gave him, and never asked any of the other 'Shane boys' for another one to wack into for Tommy this morning, as he was ordered. This near 5" 5" little dude, hazel eyes, and light brown haired middle schooler, was about to begin a whole new boyhood....
Zach was sort of glad, yet missing something when he had nothing to do that early morning before school. With no 'duties' even for his new man, Stevie, he just rolled over for another few winks, but as his belly met the mattress, so did his piss hard. He ground it down and into the sheet, and back and forth, and "Ummmmm-uhhhh.....awwwwww, hmmm, uhhh, oyeah," he cummed right there. He had shot so fast, he stunned himself, shivvered, bucked, once..then again....and then....just sank deeper into his bed, feeling the gooo under him, oozing around in his shaved pubes...and slept again......"mmmmmmmm."
As Shane roared into sight, Kip got all quakey, and started to bead sweat all over his face. The truck braked sharply in front of Kip, the back door swung open, and a smiling Adam, his recruiter, held a hand out....Kip grabbed it and almost flew through the door which slammed shut at the second Shane hit the gas.
Kip had been pulled right across Adam's lap, and Adam took advantage and started to spank Kip. Shane watched in the mirror, smilin'. Then Adam yowled from the back and said, "Holeeeee shit! This little fucker's pronging fum my whuppin' up on him!"
Shane said, "You sure made good with yer first round draft pick, dude."
While Adam had the kid sprawled out, he started strippin' him down. Once Kip was naked, he rolled Kip into a ball with his arms locked under the back of his knees, and his butt-smile facing the door he was just pulled through, toes clenching and unclenching. Adam told Kip to hold that position, and then climbed into the front seat, just as they turned onto Tommy's street.
Tom came flyin' out the door with the horn blast, and Adam reached back to spring the back door latch, and Tommy jumped in....with a short stop halfway in, greeted by that boy buttface. He broke into a big lechy grin, all teeth and crinkled up nose and cheeks, and said, as he smacked Kip's tail, who's 'dis, Zachie? Hmmm, you'd think I'd 'member butts I been in."
"Better, dude, that's Kipper...he's all trained, broke in and.....yours!" Shane said." As he patted Adam's shoulder, Shane said, "And you owe it all to Adam-boy here, who got you his very first recruit."
The huge shit-eating smile that spread over Tommy's face said it all, as he surged into the seat with a 'Smack!' to Kip's tail cheeks, where he held that hand and squeezed him some fuckboy...and then some more fuckboy, and goddddd, Tommy was hot as a firecracker....his boy tool prying its way up and through the fly of his boxers, trying to get out of his pants altogether.
As tempting as that slut slot was, Tommy wanted some tongue, and grabbing Kip's knees, rolled him forward over his crotch, and wailed, "Suck me, little fucker....get me offfffffffff!!!"
Kip's trembling fingers worked quickly, if feverishly, and he was surprised at Tommy's cock when it snapped out of his fly at him. Kip smiled at the sight of that already leaking beauty...he wondered for a fraction if he had seen this pronger before through the hole in the park toilet wall. Just that thought made Kip realize he'd had so much cock last night at Shane's 'break in', that he hadn't even thought about his suck hole toilet since Adam had picked him up there.
Unceremoniously, as the cool air bathed Tommy's cock, he grabbed the sides of Kip's head and his ears, and slammed his mouth over his dickhead just after he yelled, "Open wide, fagboy!"
Ohhhhh, mannnn, did that ever feel good. He knew he was getting a double banger this morning 'cause for some reason he didn't get off his morning yank in the shower....and he'd be more than ready to hamslam Kip's boyhole right soon after the last of his spooo slipped down the kid's throat. But right now, it was a face-fuckin' clinic Tommy was putting on while Adam watched from his knees, leaning over the front seatback.....Shane ogled and smiled as he watched Kipper's pistoning head, the hair flyin' up off the top of it....switching his eyes from directly looking back, to checking out the action in the rear view mirror.
Adam was horned up at the sight, and as he stared at the boy's toes curling up behind him while his head was banged to glory, he was hunching his own rock hard peter against the seatback.
Shane caught the grinding action and waled on Adam's tail, saying, "Don't waste yer wad in yer shorts boyfuck, git yo' ass back there, and when Tommy hammers his butt, you fuckfeed his face, yeh?"
Adam smiled, rubbing his butt where Shane spanked him, and climbed through the seats, crouching on the floor in front of the others. He was at eye level to the action where he could watch Tommy's meat probe the depths of boy face cave. Spittly slop, mixed with Tommy goo droozed down Kip's chin to the seat between the fiery boys, as Kip tried desparately to maintain a liplock on the pumping Tommy-banger.
The dark tint of the windows gave them all the privacy they needed.
All too quickly, Tommy's back straightened as his body stiffened, and he reflexively planted Kip's face right to his pubes, and Shane smiled, watching Tommy's head fly back as he moaned that incoherent, yet reknowned male signal, "Nnnghhhhhhuhh! Uhuh! Uh! Ungh! Whphwooph!"
Returning to the living, Tom yanked Kipper's head back and forth twice, then a third time, yelling down at him, "Eat me....you little fuck! Fuck-in' eat meeee!"
Kip was gulpin' cum, and glommin' on boy hogmeat, his tongue swirlin' like there was nothin' else in his life. An occasional, "Gawk!" and a "Gwuk" followed by an "Oo-urulp!" was the only witness to Kip's second breakfast that morning.
Sated, at least equal to his best ever, Tommy pulled the kid's face off his rock-hard, shiney prick, which he then used as a truncheon, and whacked it all over the blinking, startled, ducking boy's face, till he shoved him over onto his back on the seat, his head under the armrest of the far door, feet flailing the air, and hitting the headliner above.
Shane said, "Adam, find the little turd's backpack...dere better be a package with his overnight spooge, or he's in deep shit."
Adam reached down on the floor near him and hoisted the pack over the seat to Shane, who while driving, rummaged around in it....and was just starting to mad up, when, "Ahhhhhhhhh, I think dis is it. It IS!" he yelled as he held up a baggie with a shot glass inside, and obviously, Kip's gooey shootoff, by now just a clear goop, all over the inside of the plastic bag. He handed it back over the seatback, and said, "Tom...use 'is, to have him lube his toybox fer yuh."
Tommy took the slimey baggie, and wrinkled his nose, and then smiled down at Kip...."You spoo dis all fer me , faggie boy?"
Kip nodded real fast up and down, so glad he hadn't fucked up on his first day with his new master.
Tommy handed him the baggie and told him to be ready to lube up with it, when given the word.
Meanwhile, Tommy, his pants around his ankles, and bare-chested, had already pulled Kip's feet behind his head, and slopped a goober of spit into the palm he was lubing his Kip trainer with. Another gop to his hand, and he wiped Kip's bung with the slippery spit, working it into and through his tail crease, right to that hidden, winking butthole....and in....."Uccchhhh! Unghh!" moaned Kip. A finger, and another, "Ohhhhhh, uhhhh!"
Tommy's face twisted a little, as he strained to work his fingers up the boy's joy slot, while he balanced himself with a hand up and wrapped around Kip's right ankle. Kip was already quivering and bouncing around the seat every time Tommy touched his hot spot.
Here's where Tommy nodded at Kip. He told him to slime his fingers with his jizz from the baggie, and slop it up inside his hole. Kipper did as ordered.... sighing as he did so, when his fingers sank through where Tommy's had just been. Then Tom said to stick his cock in the bag and shot glass and wipe it around till his whole cock was gobbed up with his dick jelly. Kip wormed his dick around in the bag. Tommy and Adam giggled while he did it.
Then Tom took the baggie, removing the shot glass, and then twirled it over, first, Kipper's left big toe...then his right. Dropping the glass, he took the baggie, and stuck each set of toes in there and swirled 'em 'round. Kip was crazed with the image of his cum on his cock and toes. Then he was made all but delirious when Tommy stuffed the baggie, pushed inside out into Kip's mouth, and told him to lick till it was spotless...and spermless. Adam and Tommy fived each other, and then Tommy slapped one of Shane's hands hanging back over the seatback.
Adam, alerted now, knowing the Kipper face hole would be his now, yanked off his shirt, and started to climb up onto the seat to straddle Kip's face, where he pushed open his fly and restuffed him a boyturkey. He got a kick when Kip opened his lips and a bunch of sticky boy sperm strings connected them.
Tommy's newly oozing, spit-slick, purple cockhead sought out the snug warmth of boypussy, and as he pressed on through, Kip sucked in a breath and held onto Adam's thighs with a clammy death grip, his knuckles and fingers blanching, nails digging deep.....and......Tommy, was staring at Adam's body, sitting on Kip's chest, humping into the kid's face, but he really didn't see anything. He clenched his teeth as he slid through that velvet boysleeve.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! He is so goooooooooooood! I can't believe how good he feels! Wphooooooo!" Tommy swooned as he bottomed, and held tight in Kip, his head falling forward where it lay against Adam's damp, rut-wracked shoulders.
Then Tommy pulled back and broke into a rhythmic fuck bangin' pummel of Kipperhole. After what Kip went through during training at Shane's just yesterday, this still was one wild face feedin', hole stuffin' fuck he might never forget. His little sweaty, kicking, squirming, whining body went rigor, and he shot a big creamy rope of cream up Adam's back, which Tommy seemed unconsciously, to run his tongue through. Kipper's follow-shots sprayed both fucker boys till the dregs drooled down his cock to his balls. I wonder if we'll find out more about Tommy's cummy tongue swipe? 'S prob'ly nuthin'. Maybe. Hmmmmmm.
Kip's cum squealin' moans were muffled around Adam's mouth-filling cockslab, but now Adam was joyin' off through Kip's throat, those vibrating moans having tickled the tip of Adam's cockhead, triggering his blowoff. "Omigod! Omigod! Whutta fuck mouth...oh god, swaller it, suckhole!" Adam yowled.
All three boys were rocked back and forth into a rut-bangin' frenzy one more time, as Tommy started poundin' his short strokes to boy joy. "So goood. Sooooooo goooood. Soooooooooooogooooooooood! Ohhhh, I love to fuck. Mannnnn...I love fuckin' my new toy. Nnnnghhuh! Ungh! Uh-uh-uh!" One last time, Tommy fell forward to Adam's back...where his stiffed up body, and tight grip eased, as the dregs of his wild cum ebbed to afterglow.
Shane got a good view of much of what went on, and if he hadn't got to feed Casey in bed that morning, he mighta had to have himself a turn in somebody's mouth when they got to school. As it was, he rubbed an aching, cum leaker in his pants as they pulled to a stop in the parking lot. Shane shut the engine off, and turned to the back seat to watch the unfolding, multi-fuck dismount.
Adam was fully into giving Kip a facial, rubbing his moisturizer all around Kip's face. The funs was watching little Kip's head turning this way and that, his tongue searching, darting out trying to get another taste of Adam's spit-slick peter.
Tommy had slipped out of Kip, and was poking Adam's back telling him to get off Kip so the kid could clean his meat for him. When Adam climbed away, pulling his pants and himself together, Tommy just snapped his fingers, saying "Get on it, dude," and pulled on Kip's wrist to get him out of the crumped up position he was in, buried into the truck seat, and took the boy's face and planted it right to his root. He worked the boy's head 'round and 'round, servin' that tool. Tommy, not to miss a fun, humped into the kid's mouth a couple times, too.
He took Kip off his dick, and held his face with two hands, and as he looked right into Kip's tear blurred eyes, he said, "I'll be waitin' fer yuh right here after school. You be here. You be ready fer basic training this afternoon. Right?"
"Y-y-yes---sir," Kip said.
"Tommy looked into his own lap, at his bobbing stalk, and said to Kip, "Kiss your hard new buddy-dude good bye, pussyboy."
Kip dove to Tommy's cock and gave it an open mouth, "Shlmack!" while Tommy rubbed the back of the boy's head.
Shane broke it up and told Kip to get dressed, as they made their way out of the truck, grabbin' packs and as soon as Kip jumped out, the doors slammed, Shane hit the remote lock, and the kids headed off to school.
From behind as they walked, one could hear, as Shane's arm came 'round Tommy's shoulder, "Say Tom boy, did I see you take a tongue to the kid's cum shot?"
Kip stumbled a bit on his way over to the middle school, shaky from his fuck-filled ride, and he wig-waddled, switching his cummy butt, first this way, then hiked it up sideways that way, and at the same time working his hand behind there and against his slot, clenching his cheeks together, while running his tongue in and around his cum slippery mouth and lips...."Ummmmm," he swooned, and almost fell down as his whole body shuddered and shook.
A little later in the middle school locker room, as a naked Zach was making his way to the far toilet stall, and his masterboy Casey....Casey was in there snickering to himself, as he pulled a Pampers out of his backpack, pulled his peter out of his pants, and started pissin' into the diaper.
He looked up and smiled, hearing the very weak 'code' rapping on the stall door, signalling Zach was outside....Casey could see the kid's bare feet under the door. "Git in here faggot!"
The door swung open........
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