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 26
"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?" he 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 inside the stall.
Benjy's peter was bobbing at the hole now...early precum ooze forming at the slit....
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 26
Fuckin' Benjy...scumbag....he balled up his fist and pressed his knuckles down against Bart's tongue pinning it to the bottom of the cock hole! Reflexively, Bart's tongue tried to recede, but the fucker had him pinned! "Beg for my cock you fuckin' queer....er lose your dick-lickin' tongue!"
"Ooolhungpffacck!!" is all poor Bart could manage....and he kept on trying and the more he tried, the hurter his tongue got, till he just shoved his head against the stall wall, and "Shhugggkkkshhh," is all you could hear as the young cockhound gave up. Benjy couldn't see the tears pouring down Bart's face or the sobbing heaves of the sooooo sad boy behind the wall.
Benjy, no dope he, stuck his thumb through the hole and into Bart's mouth, crooking it to hold the jaw down. Then he said, "NOW, faggot....ahmena release your tongue, and I gotcher jaw, when my cock comes through, if I even THINK you tryin'a' bite, ahl come through this fuckin' wall and drown yo' ass in that fuckin' toilet, you cocksucker!!!! YOU GOT DATT!!!!???"
Ben heard a warbling moan, and Bart was nodding...bumping his head into the wall.
There was a shlikky wheezing sigh out of Bart as his sore dried out tongue was released and receded to the roof of his mouth. Benj could feel it swirling around above his thumb. Bart's bottom lip was still pressed to the wall by Benjy's thumb. He could pull down and away, but didn't want to make things worse....and he sure didn't feel like blowin' no dick no more....but he was long past choice, and in his recovery he was winding and rewinding those laces in his hands, still holding out hope for his long awaited revenge....now redoubled after what he just went through.
Benjy's torment of his stall-wall faggot made him hard as rock, and he was squeezing and resqueezing his prick in the ready fer his blowjob....and he was determined to get it, too! He screamed out and scared Bart when he yelled, "Suck cock, queerass....and you bettah make me R-E-A-L happy! GET DOWN ON DIS!!"
For all his mouth Benjy wasn't all that big, but I guess 5 hard inches is ok for a mid-schooler. Hardass little fucker actually banged the wall next to hole with it before shoving it through and into Bart's tongue lickin' mouth. He swooned with the first touch of that magnificent hot boy mouth wetness, and slumped belly-up to the wall.
Nearly fully recovered from his earlier ordeal, Bart began a swawshing swirling tongue bath for that boy's dick like he never had before. Benjy started to hump the wall, and as it rumble-echoed around the small tiled room, Bart's fingers worked the boys balls with his fingers through the hole....and as Benjy lost control, Bart eased them all the way through and suck-vacuumed that boy prick in a frenzy. 'Barrummbrrrr,' was all you could hear as Benjy belly fucked the wall quickly reaching 'gasm time.
Almost mechanically, Bart's deft fingers brought the laces-string up under the ball sack, and in two smoothe, slow motions, the string was twice-looped around Benjy's balls.
Benjy was soooo close to his cum.
Then in a flash of action, the string was tightened looped and tied to the toilet paper holder next to the hole, and knotted. SUCK-SESSSSSSS! "GOTCHA YOU FUCK! I GOTCHA YOU FUCK! and GODDD, ARE YOU GONNA PAY!!!!!" Bart screamed.
Benjy's yowls of both shock and pain were smothered by Bart's raucous yelling. He charged out of the stall, and with a quick look at his handiwork plastered to the stall wall, he ran to the outer door and locked it. With mostly boys using this park, there usually wasn't any panic if they couldn't get in after pounding and yelling at the door...they'd just go and piss behind the building an' go 'way.
Bart was free to take charge of this situation completely. He came up behind Benjy and smacked his head to wall...then a one-two kidney shot to each side, knocking the wind out of the kid. His jerking body pulled hard on the laces tying up his balls, too. Bart stripped him completely. He made quick work of stripping the laces from Benjy's sneakers. He rolled the sneaks inside the clothes, which he balled up and knotted, setting them aside.
He kneeled down behind Benj, and spanked both cheeks for a thunderous 50 shots each with his palms in a steady, rapid, hard rat-a-tat-a-tat...and then pummeled them tender red globes for another 20 shots with one of his own sneakers. Not wanting to be caught undressed if he had to make a quick getaway, Bart put his sneaker back on, turned Ben's hands behind his back, and fed his prick into the sobbing boy's hands and ordered him to squeeze and massage Bart's handsome 5 1/2 inches of prick meat. "Ummm-umm," Bart cooed as Benjy worked his dick real nice.....and Bart was so hot from all this pent up sex-charged ruff-around, he was humpin' outta control in no time. He pressed his mouth to Ben's ear and said, "Cover my cockhead with your hands, dirthole, and don't leak one cums." Bart humped the boy's cupped and pumping hands, banging them into the boy's naked butt. Bart shot and shot, and as he tried to keep himself in control, he reached underneath Benjy's hands to make sure none of the boy's cum dinner was lost. He fell forward into Benjy's shoulder as his cumshot ebbed, and his prick continued to pulse pearly drool.
He first took his own hand out from under Ben's and brought it to the kid's mouth. "Lick up my syrup pussylips!" as he smashed the soppy hand against Ben's mouth. "LICK, FUCKERRRRR!" Bart growled.
Benjy was finally gettin' it...he was no longer in control and you could almost see he whole body cave, as Bart brought Ben's hands up to his mouth, too, for some more good eatin.'
Soon the "sluppin'" goin' on in Ben hands was almost musical. Bart ordered him to spit up his hands and swap his butthole if he didn't want to give his ass away dry. Benjy winced at the thought and closed his eyes. He'd never been fucked, and he sure didn't like the way this scene was playin' out. He didn't lube himself and just put his hands flat against the stall. When he felt Bart's boyhole-seeking cockhead, he quick spit up a gob and tried to get it in his crack and hole. Bart stood back and let him service his bung.
With little ceremony, Bart fit his still rockhard boytool into Benjy, and gave him the fuckin' he had surely earned. Ben whined, cried, pounded the wall with his fists and begged for Bart to let him loose....
At one delirious point he screamed, "Please let me go...pleeeeeze.. ...I'll blow yuh any time yuh want...."
Bart ram-fucked hard one time and held inside the kid's butt, and leaned tight to his ear...."You mother-fucker...you gonna be doin' 'at an'ways. When we leave here, shitferbrains, we gonna go back and ahmena fuck you in yer bed, uh, yer 'rent's, ungh, bed, jus' like you did me...and you gonna blow me till yer lips are numb. Cocksuckerrrr!!" and he rammed him 10 hard fast shots, 'causing a rolling thunder against the stall wall. Bartie just cummed and cummed and cummed....slumping against Benjy's fucked out body, trembling, and bucking from the final shootoff spasms.
Benjy was sweat pasted to Bart's belly and chest, and the stall wall. After several long moments and as the boys' breathing got to normal, Bart stepped back and his cock 'Pwuckk'ed' from the soft wet hole that was Benjy's cum-filled ass. Without holstering his rammer, he picked up Benjy's sneaker laces, tied them together, and went back inside the stall tying the end to the other laces tied to Ben's balls. The combined lengths now would let Bart hold on while getting out of the stall and still be able to get hold of it again once he loosed the tie-around the toilet paper holder. Done! Bart led Ben by his tied balls to the center of the room, and snapped his fingers pointing to the floor. He smacked his cum-sticky cock against the kid's lips, and kept doing it and doing it, and said, "If you don't lick me off dude, you gonna be one sorry nekked mess o' boy out there in the middle of that fuckin' ball field!"
Slowly....grudgingly, Ben opened up and Bart pushed down on his jaw with his thumb, then fed his spoogey, butt-slimey cock to Ben. Soon, Ben was tongue-swabbin' him some funky-tastin' boy meat, and Bart was gettin' back into it again. He hadn't planned this but he was already too far gone, and grabbed the back of Ben's head and rammed his fast swelling prick into the back of the boy's mouth and humped him a cocksucker! Oh man! He cummed again! Benjy certainly got himself a baptism from hell this day. He'd already swallowed 2 loads of teen cream, and had another dripping out his ass. While Bart got himself in order, he told Ben to wipe the cum from his butt hole and eat it. Bart meanwhile dug out Benjy's boxers from the kid's clothes that he'd knotted up earlier.
Benjy put his boxers on, and Bart handed him the wad of clothes to carry. The laces string was fed out the back of the boxers, and Bart yanked it twice real quick, doubling Benjy up, as a warning, and he unlocked the door leading his young cocksucking boyfuck out into the sunlight.
To a few snickers here and there from kids who checked out barefoot, boxers-only Benjy, they walked home to Benjy's. With over an hour til anyone came home, the first order of business was to get Ben to his computer, logged on, and get deleting all the pics he had of Bart serving those mid-schoolers in the woods and that afternoon they gang-banged him all over his own house. Of course, Bart knew the pics well, since Benjy had Billy sent them to him to scare him. After they were deleted....Bart had him send an alarming sounding note like the kids were gonna get in trouble because of them pitchers...to the rest of the gangbangers....Cory, Alex, Dave all of 'em. They were to delete all the pitchers, and when it was ok, Ben would send them new copies. Dan and Billy had already given up their pics, and Billy gave up the originals to Bart. "Andju listen fuckstick....if you or any of the other assholes recreate dem pics, YOU gonna be singing soprano the rest o' yer life....GET IT??!!" Bart screamed while yanking the nut string till Benjy stood up onto his toes and squealed, "I GET IT! I GET IT!"
That brought a big smile to Bart's face, as he set up Benjy's webcam to record this event and transmit it to his own 'puter. After he was finished, he would delete the images from Benjy's.
Naked again, Ben was directed to the bed, on his back...legs and feet up and spread...."Tell me how much you want fucked, faggot!!" Bart yelled at him "BEG ME FOR IT!!!" Bart screamed as he wagged his prick out front of him at the foot of the bed. For his part, Bart freed his hog, but wasn't strippin' down...setting up for a fast getaway if there was a surprise interrupt.
"BEG, YOU L'IL FUCK!" Bart raged.
"Pleeeeease don't....don't make me beg...puhleeeeeeeeeze!" Benjy whimpered, crying out as if he'd already been made soprano.
"FUCK YOU, turdhole, B-E-G M-E T-O F-U-C-K Y-O-U!!!" Bart raged, winding, tightening and pulling on the nut-string......
"Ohhhhhhh, pleeeeze, Barteeee....pleeeeeze, FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!" Benjy screamed, and Bart glowed snapping his eyes from Benjy live, to Benjy live on his computer. Bart almost cummed he was so on fire from what he was doing to both of them. The combined humiliation of a tormentor, and the actual images being recorded sent him to a mile high world for a fraction.
Bart stood to the side of the bed, wound up and waled Benjy's upturned asshole! The whole boy recoiled with the force of the strike. His whole butt went numb instantaneously. "EEEEEEEEEYOWWWWWWW!" the l'il punk screeched.
Bart's tongue-tip was out the corner of his mouth signifying the intensity he put on the project before him. His cock jerked up, in excitement.... there was pre-cum drooze shinin' up his helmet....dripping to the spread in a long pearly string....
But what of Kipper? He'd gone home to Tommy's with his new fuckboy training in store. We left him after half an hour of tonguey-dip-dartin' him some master dick, naked, in Tom's crossed legs. His soooo tired neck and sweat dripping face doing everything to make Tom happy.
Annnnnd, Tom was v-e-r-y happy. "Gooo-oooood, you l'il fucker! You doin' really good, and you gonna have to do something real nice for Adam for being such a perfect cocksuck for me. A'kay, now, getcher ass up and on all fours so we can teach you how to be my privvy boy."
Straining badly, and soooo sore, he wormed his way out of his uncomfortable suck-darting position, to his hands and knees, looking up into Tom's face, and squeaked out a "Yes, sir."
"Good boy, now, you know 'fuckboy' position right, from Shane?" Kip nodded that he did, and Tom told him to move into it except for the finger up his ass. When Kip was set, Tom said, "Okay, for me, stay up full on your knees like that, feet crossed over each other, but instead of folded hands behind you, I want you always to be slowly....s-l-o-w-l-y jerking your cock. I always want you on the edge of cummin'...got it?"
"yessir."
"You'll keep the non'jackin' hand with a finger 'round'jer root, and the rest under yer balls....always squeezin'. Got that?"
"Yessir."
"Now, knowin' dis, you might shoot off when you kneelin' here waiting on me, see, and if you do....dammit you lil fucker...whatter you 'posed to be doin'?
"Ohhh, sorry sir!" Kip scrambled to get jacking as directed.
Tommy cuffed Kip's cockhead, drawing a yelp, and said, "That was close, boy...almost a bad, bad, bad time fer you."
"I know sir," Kipper whined in spite of trying to sound growed up, as Tom moved his desk chair over and sat before Kip. Tom raised his bare feet up onto Kip's cheeks, then started moving them around his face, his ears, eyes, hair, and then worked them back and forth rubbing the kid's cheeks all around.
"Show me something you can do for me, pussyboy, while I just rest here," said Tom, his two big toes had just covered Kip's lips.
Kip's rasper slipped right out over and between Tommy's toes. Tom swooned when he watched Kip's eager-boy face glowing behind that nearly standing up tongue as it worked up over the top of the right toe. The sensations Tom was getting feeling the boy's face moving against the soles of both his feet....a tickly-eroticky feel that was covering Tom with goosebumps while his cock rocketed up hard against his belly, trying to dig into his belly button.
Kip continued to slowly pull on his own, now leaky pud, giving himself horny shivers as his whole face dived over the tops of Tommy's feet and down, sucking in as many toes as he could and started sucking and swirling and mouth-jerking 'em. The kid's head bobbed...he was in a frenzy....really yanking his cock now...actually humpin' his hand....spit gloobs drooling down Tom's feet. Tom was crazed himself, whippin' on his meat, too....two handsome sweaty young boy dudes, flailin' there out of control....their minds somewhere's else besides here....ohhhhgoddddd!!
Tommy's butt started to bouncin' up and down off the chairseat to the beat of his own pumping hand. Wild-eyed crazied Kip completely lost it and pulled Tommy's feet from his mouth, to press their soles around his fevered boyprick, as Tommy's first shot sailed over his shoulder, followed by 3 more into his neck and chest....his unseeing wide-open eyes could not see Kipper's cum spurting straight up in three arching ropes from between his cock-cupping insoles.
As Kip slowly came back down from his cumoff high, he knew he'd be punished for breaking training...but he was so excited, he couldn't have stopped what happened if he tried...he had visions of his first boy play with Kyle and Jarrod at the fort, the treehouse, the teepee....Bart....the park bathroom....Shane last night....learning to serve....ohhhh. It was so.....so, all so.....goooood.....and 'Phhwathumpph!'
Kip fell over to the floor, so weakened from all this last hour's boysex wilding. Lying there, his whole body was trembling from excitement...his muscles wiggly-pulsing him involuntarily all around in place. When Tom came out of it himself, he smiled at the site of his l'il whispy-haired smurf, and then took on a stern look, stood over Kip, screaming "WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOIN' FAGGOT!" and let him have three fiery smacks to his bare tail smile. The stings made Kip jerk ahead, and across the floor a coupla inches each time. Kipper was good though. In almost no time he assembled his brain, and got right back into 'fuckboy' for Tommy. Tommy felt he got his grins out of it already with the wale-tailin' he'd already given Kipper, so he didn't pursue further punishment.
"A'kay you fuckboy cunt, we got dickshoot all over me and my floor here....so clean me off, and then get you on hands and knees and licking this mess up. When you done, get back in 'fuckboy' for tomorrah's instructions.
Kipper's tongue worked double time, and with a mouth and tongue of dust, dirt hair and boyjizz, he kneeled back up, in 'fuckboy,' one hand on his peter....stroking.....one hand on his root and balls....squeezin,' and said, "Ready, thir!"
Tom laughed at the kid trying to talk with all that mess coating the insides of his mouth and tongue. Then he said, "Awright, for tomorrow, you will be my alarm clock. Get up early enough to be here to wake me up for school."
Whappin' his meat into his open palm, he said, "You hafta service my dick, run the shower, wash and dress me, and then wait on me at breakfast. My mom will let you in, and you tell her you're the initiation boy come to wake me up. I don't want to have to tell you anything when you get here, that's why I'm telling you now. Make sure you 'member. You will also go to my mother when we're in the kitchen, and get my breakfast plate....serve it to me, then settle to your knees, dressed, right there with her in the room....you'll be able to keep all your clothes and shoes on. When breakfast is over, you will wash my dish, come here to my room and clean it, make the bed, and then we'll see if there's time for any fun, eh?" Tommy finished up, tweeking Kip's dickhead with his thumb and finger, making Kipper wince.
Kip said, "Yes, sir!" and Tom had him gather his clothes up and walked his naked crawling fuckboy to the door and showed him out. Tommy dusted off his hands, and smiled thinking what a prize Adam had recruited in Kip. Kip hid behind the bushes, dressed himself, and left.
Meantime, Adam had come in late that night after his 'date' with Shane and his girlfriend. Reaking of cum and cunt juice still, he was told by his folks as he passed the den, that there was a call for him and a message right after he left, that he was to return a call. His mom told him he could make the call but had to get to bed right after.
"Lo?" the voice said at the other end.
"Um...Hi....Andi? This is Adam....you called me?"
"Ahhh, yeh....Adam...with an 'm', as I remember." They both laughed.
"Adam, I'd like to begin your life as 'boy' tomorrow...you ready for that?" Andi said firmly.
"Yessir," Adam replied.
Andi then asked what Adam's 'rents' routine was, and what time he got out of school and where. They would have 3 hours at Adam's after they got home before his parents came home. Andi would pick Adam up at an exit that most kids didn't use.
Tomorrow was going to be a strange day for Shane it seemed. He wouldn't have his longtime, forever buds with him leaving school tomorrow....what with having pissed off Tommy implying to him that eating cum, which Tom apparently does regular, is queer; and Adam now having 'other' interests, unbeknown to Shane. This wasn't gonna set well....I'd say some fuckboys in town is gonna be on call....annnnnnd, busy.
Well, speakin' of fuckboys, Zach was deep in Stevie's pubes, eating him some grade 'A' boyprick. Stevie had guided Zach's head down over his primed prong, and soon was pumping his bud's head up and down with a two-handed grip around the kid's head. "Hold it, fuckwad, I don't wanna cum yet...you too hungry there boy....le's slow you down, and how'sa about chewing out some of yur buddy's asshole. Stevie threw his legs way up, cuffed them under the knees, and with the other hand pulled Zach's face under his nuts and said. "How 'bout an afta school snack, pussyface?"
Stevie was relentless this day. He was both tugging Zach's head constantly into his tailsmile, while thrusting his butt out to meet that boy tongue searching for entry. Growling, he said, "Get inside meeeeeee, yesssssss!!!! That's it....AGGGHHH! THAT'S IT! Wiggle in dere you faggot. Oh, man....you eat me soooo goooooood!" he wailed in joy, whippin' his boymeat so fast and hard, he was nearly out of his mind with the mixed sensations of friction fever, tickle, and hot boy dick tingle! Somehow, he got enough control back to drop his cock and his legs, pulling Zach's face to his prod. He shoved it right up to his tight-wrapped fingers into Zach's mouth. He bucked violently from that first touch of Zach's rasper, and because of it, actually sank way deep to the back of the kid's throat without realizing at first. He released his prick, sliding his hand away to press down over the back of Zach's neck, and then as he started to hump up into his bud's face, he heard him, "Awacckk! Gwalukk! Sswuck! Sslicc!!"
It was clear Zach was becoming real expert at handling throat choking cock, after the long weeks with Shane and all. He recovered almost instantly when his air was plugged, swallowed Stevie, and then the schlick-swicking sounds from his lips guppy-creeping at the root of Stevie's shaved meat. Ohhhhhh! With the cockhead lodged in his boythroat, and his lips puck-puckin' over Stevie-root... opening and closing and.....opening...again and again. Ohhhh!
It was like this gag-tingle caused by the rootplugging sent a message through the rest of his fired up boy-horny body, and he was quiver-fuckin' into his mattress. His own wick pumped a load under him, and his whining internal throat squeal sent vibrations through Stevie's dick.
Stevie screamed, "Oh yeahhhhhhhhhh! Eat meeeeeeeeee! Oh mann! Oh, fuck! Oh, Zach! Ohhhhhhhhsoooogooooood!" and cummed. He humped and bucked and bounced under Zach's impaled and straining face which was ostriched down over that superfuckin' boy pud. Little fucker....he held Zach down on him, and wouldn't relent as his breath started to come back to normal, and then went limp settling into the bedclothes. The softening Steviecock, "Thweeuckkk!" slipped from Zach's throat. Zach raised up gulping air, looking blankly over his bud's pulsing prick and heaving chest, up into Stevie's face. Steve's eyes were closed. He gripped his soggy semi-hard dick and wagged it in front of Zach's face. Zach's extended training clued him and in his exhausted sex-crazed stupor, he reached for Stevie's dick and kissed at it over and over while Stevie rested. Obsessively, Stevie buried down into Steve's balls and licked them, until Steve hiked himself up and said, "Gotta go, dude. If I don't need you after dinner tonight, let's have you in 'fuckboy' by my bed in the morning and rarin' fuh brea'fast....got it?!" he asked as he patted the top of Zach's matted jet black crewcut.
Zach nodded anxiously, "Yessir," and started handing Stevie his clothes. Before Zach looked for his own shorts, Steve was gone. Zach looked around at his room, his sweaty, rumpled bed....rubbed his palm up and down his chest and belly like naked kids do, and then leaned down to the goop-slop from his own cum in the center of the spread. With his forefinger he dipped in and tongue-tipped a bit of it....then a little more without any reaction....just so matter-of-factly, and then wiped the rest with his sock, trashin' it with the dirty clothes. He then flopped down full on where Stevie had been...smelling his bud's sweat in the pillow, and rubbing his body in the spread where Stevie had been....and slept....his last movement....a very slow grinding hunch, hollowing the dimpels in his butt cheeks.
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