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 25
Tommy rolled right, off and out of Kip's face, and lay on his side. When he fully recovered, he sat up with a smack to Kip's belly which got Kip to bolt up to sitting with his hands palmed to the floor and knees bent up and to the side.
Tommy squatted down, ankles crossed, and crooked his finger, pointing, indicating he wanted Kip on his belly, neck strained, face up. Once Kip was in position, Tommy pulled Kip by his neck and jaws over his crossed feet and into his crotch. "Stick out yer little tongue, boy.....gooood. Let Tommy present you wit' some cocksickle now....uh-uh...ea-sy...ea-sy...jus' da tip o'yer tongue. Yah! Like that. Do it. Tip, then suck yer tongue back in. Then...back out and tip-tongue yer life rod. Le's be doin' that fer a few minutes now, hear??
Kip nodded quick-like, and tongue-tipped Tommy's cockhead tip and pee hole over and over....and over. Tommy leaned back on his hands. Kip's strained position, was a tremendous effort for him....sweat beaded out all over his naked skins, and was really streaming down his face and nose now, as the 'game' was approaching half an hour! Ohhhh, Kipppppper!!! Do it boy. Tippy-tongue 'at dick! Sooooo beautiful!
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 25.
When Shane turned into Adam's street he dialed him on his cell, and told him to meet him out front.
In a few minutes, Adam was out the front door jumping the steps to the walk and out to Shane's mini SUV. Seeing Carrie in the passenger seat, he automatically went for the rear door, and opened it. Shane waved him off, and said, "Hey, no man....you riding up front here."
Screwing up his face, he shrugged, slammed the door and opened the front door to climb in, and was stunned at the sight. Shane had this wide-ass grin all over him, his hand between Carrie's legs, and Carrie's head was laying back against the head rest, with a stupid look...annnnnd, there was no place for Adam to sit.
Just as he started to ask, "Whut the...?" Shane said..."The floor dude....you get on your knees fuckboy, right smartly....NOW FUCKBOY!" Shane yelled when Adam hesitated.
Startled, Adam jumped, and squeezed himself in, around and under Carrie's partially upraised legs, and pulled the door shut. In the quiet as they sat there, Adam got a whiff of something, and then heard a very quiet, 'Sllkk Swslk Squishk', and looking he could see Shane's fingers where he'd never seen a boy's fingers before.
Shane snickered and said, "Little virgin boy....you gonna get some first hand sex ed, hey dude. Carrie's been having a good time here, and now you gonna show her a really good time....wit'cher tongue, man. Getcher face in'ere, and slip yer tongue in where my finguhs are." Adam scrunched up his face and started to say, "Hey, no man...please Sha....mmmpfff, urlphukk!" he splurted when Shane grabbed his head by his dirty blond hairs and yanked him into Carrie's pelt. He kept yanking and pulling, yelling, "Tongue, fucker....TONGUE! Get it in dere!"
Tentatively....soooooo tentatively, Adam's tongue snaked from his lips and touched at Shane's fingers...ughh...he pulled back...he hated it....but Shane got his finger into Adam's mouth and pulled his mouth to the target. "You be eatin' pussy faggot, and right NOW!"
The worst being over in that his whole face was mashed into moist pungent cunt now, his tongue slipped past Shane's finger, and into that petaled gash he never even seen or felt before. He moaned, "Ohhhhhhhh, disgu sting....." in his mind, with an audible, "Unggghhhuh," which pleased Shane, who felt the kid's tongue slip into his girl's pussy.
"Git goin' boy....make Carrie happy...and, ready for me fuckboy." Shane started up, and they moved up the street and off to Shane's house. By the time they got there, Adam was half an expert cuntlapper, and was face-sopped with oozing girlie joyjuice. Carrie was in another place...heaven maybe. Whining...moaning...squirming...ohhhhhh....
They all climbed the stairs up to Shane's room, and in seconds Shane had himself and Carrie naked on the bed. Adam stripped on order, and Shane told him to get on his back between her legs. When all was in place, Shane was over his girl, with a blazing firearm ready to joy him some cunt....and just to wild up Adam one more time....he said, "Feed my prick to her fuckboy, slip it to her boy.....right where yer tongue was."
Adam was trembling, but thrilled beyond belief at this 'box' seat for his first ever girl fuck...even if it wasn't really 'his'. With two shaky hands he reached up for Shane's big hard gun, and guided that beauty to the love 'chunnel'. Shane was moaning with the feel of the strange hands on his poker, and strained extra hard to keep from going off....and gloriously he sank through those warm pussy lips. Carrie's teeny little whimpery sounds just kept happening as he lay to her. His last awareness before he pummeled pussy to pleasure, was the taste of Carrie's diamond hard nipple.
As directed, Adam licked Shane's balls as they bounced and rolled over his nose. He had to bend his neck up and backward to snake his rasper onto Shane's pumping prick. His feet pushed down against the bed arching his body up to get position. His tongue slithered to Carrie's cunt, and Shane's cock rode over and over it....ungghhhh! Adam was whipping at his own rockhard peter and his whole lower body was in constant motion while he pleasured his bud. Shane soon rose up in his final short stroke fuck frenzy...."Uh! Unhuh! Nnghh! A'yeh! Ohhhhhh!"
In short order, Shane slowed, and eased down fully at rest on Carrie....and the licking Adam could hear Shane and Carrie moaning and kissing at each other. Soon Shane rose up and slipped his meat out of Carrie and into Adam's mouth, with a, "Clean me off, boy, then get pussy sucking, get me ready again, and put me back in fuckboy."
Round two was a carbon copy, except Shane was much more in control now, and pulled out of Carrie, and cumdumped right in Adam's mouth. The closing act was Shane having Carrie squat over Adam's face for a super fuckboy tongueout. Shane at the same time was caressing her while straddling Adam's chest.
It was never clear if Carrie even knew Adam was with them at all that night, but she sure had herself a time. They got dressed, and with Adam in the back seat, Shane took Carrie home, professing his everlasting love at her door, and then got Adam home with the kid on his cock the whole ways to his drop off.
Once he got back to his room....he went out through the breezeway to the main house and down to Casey's room. His little brother was asleep when Shane strode in and turned his light on. He pulled the covers off the naked Casey and took the kid's hand to his cock, and shook him. "Whu?"
"Wake up you little faggot!"
"Ye-yesss--ss-ir," Casey stammered trying to rub his eyes with the hand that was wrapped around his brother's meat. Switching hands, and blinking up, he again said, "Yes sir?"
"Set'cher alarm butthole. You on 'fuckboy' duty in the morning....and I'm needing a good shower after. Be on time and ready to serve, faggot."
Before Casey finished saying, "Yessir," Shane was gone, and he was resetting his alarm for 45 minutes earlier to, sigh, be on his hands and knees in his brother's room in the morning.
As Adam walked up the drive...it was almost 10:30 PM...he smelled of pussy juice and cum, and yet his mind had already switched back to the afternoon with Ben...and Rob.....and Andi. He laughed to himself when he said out loud, ..."Andi....with an 'i'." He was pleased with himself at having withheld more than half the money he 'made' that afternoon, and now had a stash to keep Shane off his back, with more cash lined up on Friday. Adam could taste and smell Andi, even through the overwhelming cunt smells, and as he waved to his folks on the way to his room, and before his head hit the pillow he had his prick out and was pounding himself to the image of Andi's cock. He blew his cream ropes all over his bed and clothes, and fell asleep, smiling....dreaming of his next time with Andi.
Zach butt-sloshed his 'Pamper'ed butt through class the rest of the day, and then home. He couldn't get that fuckin' diaper off fast enough and get him a shower. Carrying the Pamper with him from the bathroom, padding naked across the hall, he stepped into his room to a stutter stop....
Propped up against two pillows on his bed, was Stevie, his hands folded behind his head. "Hey Zachie....missed you, bud."
Zach didn't know what to expect now that the tables had turned and Stevie had taken the lead roll over him. "Hey, Steve," he said, putting the diaper out of immediate view, and padded over to the bed. Steve raised his hand and they slapped and held, before Zach sat and waited to see what developed.
"Zach, I'm sorry I got so outta control the other night, man. You're my fave, my friend since so long....I don't know what got into me."
"'S'okay, Steve, I unnerstand...really. We both sorta had a turn at funnin' each other."
Zach laid down next to Steve and closed his eyes as they talked and felt each other's heat. "Is it okay if I strip Zach....you naked here, and I'm, um, like, overdressed.
Eyes still closed, Zach laughed out loud and said, "A'course, dude...get comf'table."
Undressed now, Steve laid back down...their bare shoulders and arms touching..their hips, lower right and left legs touching. "Man, Zach....this is so great. All the years we been friends n'all...but all I can think and feel....is....this last days....so good....soooooogoooooood," he mooned, as his hand circled his boymeat.
With a gentle wag of his peter, he eyed it...peering down his chest. Wagging it again, without moving his eyes off it, he reached his right arm under Zach's neck and slowly eased Zach over and down on his prick. Without a word, Zach's tongue swiped over his lips....they opened, and his face slipped down over Stevie's disappearing cock. Stevie bucked up convulsively at first touch, then settled into the bedcovers with his butt cheeks squeezing and easing and squeezing again, as he pleasured himself, and Zach's tongue did its tortured magic. Ohhhhhh!!
We really haven't seen much of Bart lately, but super cockhound that he is, no matter how much the Shane gang put him through, or Colin in the locker room, or the eight middle schoolers, there just isn't enough dick for Bart. Anytime he's out anywhere, his feet, bike or hitchhikin' thumb eventually take him to the park....the restroom....that glory hole where his tongue rested so often that you'd think it was rooted there.
He hasn't let his basic needs mess with his mental need for control, so he has undertaken an effort to release himself from the blackmail hold the mid-schoolers have on him. He turned Danny quickly, and enlisted his help in getting Billy off his back. That left the three of them to get the cyber pics deleted from the other kids' 'puters, and to forget about tormenting Bart. Truth be told, the whole mess started when Bart was ratted out by a midschool kid he blowed in the first place....annnnnd, if these kids had just asked, Bart woulda done their bidding....or suckin' as the case may be.
Anyways, here we are back at the park toilet, and Bart's on duty when a young dude, maybe 15, comes in for a piss. Just as the kid finishes, and is shakin' off his wick, Bart calls out through the hole in the stall wall, "Hey, l'il dude...yuh want blowed?" in his deepest voice, so's he sounds much older and don't end up wit' shit beat out him.
The kid is tempted, really....tempted, but with visions of havin' his pride and joy chomped off, zips up shaking his head and turns for the door. Hold it. He turns, and looks longingly at the hole. His cock is tingling, and steelin' up. Slowly, he sluffs his sneaker feet back toward the stall wall, and a panting Bart from inside starts to really pumping his own dong, and says...."Gooooood boy. You know what's good. Show me that pretty boy meat. I'll make it feel sooooo goood, you'll wanna always come back fer more."
Hearing that....that there could be reruns, the kid's guard was lowered completely, and he stepped up right smartly, unzipping and flipping his dick right out in that single motion that only a boy can with a chance to fondle his joy. "Oh man!" he moaned as his fingers pressed down just behind the head to get it down and through the hole. Just his own slight pressure buckled his knees from the wondrous sensations coursing right down to the toes curling under in his sneakers.
As his rock hard cock slipped through the hole, his shaking fingers slipped off and it snapped to the top of the hole. The boy's hands shot to the top of the stall and his belly slammed to the wall instantaneously when Bart's forefinger merely curled over the cockhead ridge. The wall was making a low-ripple rumble from the boy's trembling, his body pasted fast to it. His lips were quivering in anticipation, and when his teen peter first touched Bart's spit-slimy tongue, there was a thunderous roar, and 'barrumbrrrr' as the boy's body pounded into the wall....he shot gusher after gusher into Bart's mouth. Bart was both stunned and ecstatic with the cum and the obvious excitement of the kid. He ravenously gulped and swallowed, smacking his lips closed and open again driving the kid crazy with every new touch. The continued cum swallowing would bring the kid's upper cockhead to the palate of Bart's mouth, and each time, the tongue whisked that sensi-spot underneath and the kid was slipping down the wall. With a long and building moan, he dropped all the way to his knees, his cock scraping the bottom edge of the hole as he went.
Bart would not be denied. He looked down, and the boy's knees were at the bottom of the stall, where the space to the floor was almost knee high. The boy was sitting back on his haunches, his cock out of his fly still...and still rockhard, standing high against his boxers which Bart could see through the wide open fly. Bart pulled back and reaching under the wall through the opening he grabbed the kid's bent knees and slid them under the wall. There before him, Bart had him a bare-dicked, hard-as-steel 15er's entire lower quarters, as if served to him on a platter.
Bart wasted no time, and determined to get a full suck out this dude, and wolfed that toy meat like it was the last hotdog in town. His head pistoned like crazy to get this kid off like he'd never done any other. In no time the kid was thrusting his butt up and back off his sneaker heels and beating his fists into the wall above him. As he reached the end, he screamed, "Ahhhyyyyyyyy! Uh! Ungh! Uh! Uh! Ohgod...ohgod...ohhhhhhhsooooogooood."
Exhausted and breathless...he just slumped back on his heels. Bart took a shot, and reached back out to him and found the boy's wrist, pulling it under the wall. Hey, for that first seconds, any willpower that kid has, is nonexistent. Bart put the kid's hand around his own cock. The kid instinctively yanked back, and Bart soothingly ran his other hand over the top of the boy's as he placed it back on his cock and started that well known rub-a-dub-wackin'. In no time, Bart was able to lean back on his hands and let the anonymous boy flog him to a wild, butt-squeezing, body rutting cum of all cums! Those frozen boyprick ropes shot all over the inner stall wall. Bart's high pitched wheezing yelps would not be forgotten anytime soon by that boy jackin' him. Nor would he forget the feel of that rippled, hard teen prick he squeezed tighter as he got further into it, and really yanked him off, his cheek pressed into the wall on his side.
"Oh man...ohhhh, man!" called the kid as he pulled back from under the wall, and stood, pulling himself together. "Thanks kid...fer, uhh...ever'thin'. Will you wanna, umm...you know...do...this again, sometime?" the asked anxiously.
"Sure, bud. Like I said b'fore, if ahm here...you gets a blow," Bart answered.
"That's great, dude...um, and thanks again. I'll be BACK fer sure...and maybe, next time, I'll...." the outer door burst open, and the kid was gone. Bart was back up on the toilet seat excited about what he thought the other kid was about to say before the interrupt.
Leaning to the hole, peering out....at.....Benjy!!!! "Fuckin' Benjy!" Bart screamed to himself. The ringleader of his middle schooler tormentors. His mind was spinning, "Gotta get him! Gotta get him...now!"
He was staring at the laces of his sneakers. They reminded him of that day Billy had tied his balls to the trees in the woods and left him. Keeping an eye on the pissing boy through the hole, he feverishly stripped the laces from his sneaks. As Benjy finished up, Bart went through the come on routine again. Fuckin' little prick Benjy was fearless, and he just sauntered over with a piss dobble hangin' off the end of his prick, and said, "Hey, faggot. Show me how much you want this prime choice! Lessee yur tongue out the hole, and then beg me fer it...beg, fucker!"
"Pleeeeease, boy...I love cock...I want your cock soooo much. Ah'l make you feel so good." Bart's tongue extended out over the bottom rim of the hole....his fingers deftly knotting the two laces together
Benjy's peter was bobbing at the hole now...early precum ooze forming at the slit....
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