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@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 34
As it was, rockhard horny Shane-dick willed out, and Casey reached under and behind, guiding Shane's boypleaser up his bunger.
The kid sucked in a breath as the tears welled in his eyes with the steady single stroke surge of brother dick up his boybox.
Shane reached around to diddle Casey's boypeter while he let the kid get used to his meaty 6 inch impaler.
Casey's head flopped back into Shane's chest. Shane had grown a few inches the past year since all this started, and Casey realized that Shane's now 5' 10" frame no longer let him nestle into the older boy's neck and shoulder.
While he waited for Casey to relax, Shane ordered the 69'ing fuckboys on the bed to take each other's dick sidewise between their teeth and bite down a bit. "Yahhhh! Bite down...not too hard. Just letcher buddyfag know you got him in yer teeth. Ummm. Yehhh! Check it out Case," he nudged his brother with his chin into the kid's golden blond hairs.
Casey nodded.
"Close yer lips now, blow and puff 'em up, like you blowin' into your bit-down buddy's dick. Yessss-sssss!" Shane hissed, and humped up three quick times into his grunting brotherfuck....
"Uh-uh-uhhhh!" came from Casey
"A'kay...anuffa that, gitcher tongues into each other's bung. I wanna see that spit and cum bubble up from yer lips," Shane ordered the fucktools on the bed, while he pulled Casey's face around into his own armpit. "Go boy....let's see you git thet pit, lil dude. Tongue....yahhhh ....lick it...lemmmee hear slobbering boy spit slickin'. Ummmm....lil brother....you got the touch, boi."
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 34.
Shane's face gleamed from the beading sweat his brother wringed from him with his tireless toyboi tongue in his big brother's armpits. Both Shane's arms were up above the back of the armchair. He shivered every few tongue lappings. Sometimes Casey would just vacuum bro-pit...then others he would do fast fever-licks....and still other times he'd bite then dart-tickle with the tip of his tongue. It was beautiful to Shane who had been moving into a mindless state all afternoon.
The dreamplay unfolding on the bed before him with Zach and Stevie eating each other's bungers was not helping Shane come back to the real world either.
Steve and Zach were old acquaintances-come friends-come whatever they were now. Are they lovers? Master and slave? They wouldn't know that. They just didn't know enough to figure out what they were. But they sure wuz eatin' out each other's pussyboi box!
Steve literally lost his tongue up Zach's tingling toy tunnel. The whip-darting taster was giving Zach thrills beyond his own imaginations. He was ruttin' back onto the boy's tongue to get it deeper yet!
This was no more than what was going on at the other end with Zach's tongue trying to match the drive of Steve's. Zach actually was thinking of what he was doing. He was always a good imaginer. He was actually feeling each ripple of fragile boyasshole skins inside the outer ring of Steve's bung.
In Kipper's room:
Kip was sitting there, all alone in the world, staring at his orders from Tommy on the computer to report the next morning to service him before school.
Kip shook all over when Kerry asked him: "Whut'up, lil bro?"
He shook his head, still looking down, and then told Kerry a little about what he had to do for Tommy. Not too much....'cuz 'member, Kipper...down deep....LOVES what he's doing for all the boys....he LOVES it.....LOVES COCK! NEEDS IT! BADDDDDDDDDDDD! He knows that even though he and Kerry were not such 'buddy' brothers, Kerry would pick up his cause for him and protect him....a protection he was all but certain he did NOT want.
There were dribs and drabs of how he met Jarrod and Kyle and how they introduced him to fun at their treehouse and all. Kip wasn't paying attention to Kerry, but just stared at his sneakers while he beat around about what he'd been doing these last months.
Kerry was warming up....rubbing the front of his pants unconsciously when Kipper said he been "doin' kids" in the park toilet....both alone and with Bart. Then he sort of blubbered out how the kids in Kip's class had tormented Bart even though he was a couple years older than all of them.
He dribbled out a bit about Casey, Shane and the 'fuckboys'....without necessarily admitting his part as first Shane's fuckboy, and now Tommy's.
(Now, it's worth mentioning that the magazine that opened up the boysex world and the toys Kyle, Jarrod and Kip first played with at Kyle's fort....were Kerry's. The magazine was pulled out of pile in Kip's garage....and Kip found Kerry's box of rubbers, butt and dick dildo's an' stuff there, too.)
Back to the here and now, Kerry was being worked up with all the dick talk, and found himself tugging on his prick through his jeans. He was s-o-m-e horny by the time his little brother finished with his story.
He looked hard at the hang-down headed boy at the desk, and put a big boy hand to Kip's upper back and neck. "Hey boy...whutchu been doin' with them other stranger boys when you coulda been takin' care of yur own big brudder, huh? Huh?!"
With a pronounced tug and pressure behind Kip's head, the young kid looked up, and the first thing he saw as his eyes left the floor was Kerry's hand squeezing at his fly. And the same knawing need built up quick inside Kip whose own 4 1/2 inches rocked up in his boxers as his brother pulled him down and off the chair to his knees.
"Take care 'a yuh big brother, Kipper boy. C'mon boy. Show your brother the funs you been giving away at the park and all over town. Then we'll talk about how we's gonna gitchu outta all this 'fuckboy' shit, hear? Cain't has my lil bro bein' the town boy 'ho, kin we??!"
Kip was horny as a toad by now and he actually felt his mouth go wet with the expectant taste of his big brother's salty dick and spooge. He kneeled erect and looked into Kerry's face as he worked his brother's zipper down. He found a leaky, sticky, firm manboy dick in there all right. It was a handsome one too, that he pulled from his brother's fly. He kissed it with a tongue tip to the oozing pisshole that sent chills through Kerry's body. Then his lips smooched over it and pulled back. And finally, the 6 inch plus, cock disappeared into Kip's face.
Kerry swoooooned! He'd had his share of blowjobs...queers and cunt alike. But sucked by family! Sucked by his little brother! Nothing was ever gonna have this effect on him again. "Ohhhh mannnnnnn! Eat meeeeee little brother! Chow me d-o-w-w-w-w-n!"
Kerry's butt scootched to the edge of the chair and his cheeks flexed and hunched inside the boxers and jeans still covering them. He pulled down with clasped hands behind Kipper's neck and was absolutely stunned when the well-practiced young cocksucker SWALLOWED HIM ALTOGETHER!"
There was no doubt that were Kerry standing he would have fallen right to the floor in the thrill of the shock! Tears of absolute joy welled in his eyes as he went limp and fell into the back of the chair.
Over at Aaron's garage, Bart's on his knees at service to one more master: Aaron calmly asked Bart, "Who owns you, dirthole?"
"Uh..Sha...you do...Aaron??" God, he almost said Shane's name, then answered as a question, 'cause he didn't know what the fuck the young bastard wanted.
"Hmmm....that's ok, I guess, but I think we're gonna make like the Navy...you will call me MISTER....say it!"
"Yes...ummm...MIS-ter," Bart replied. He actually smiled to himself. This was nuthin' compared to Shane, and Casey, and Colin and Kevin.....shit...or even the little kids that tied him up in the park. Shit! Bart had seen it all. This was a piece'a cake.....so far.
Aaron whipped out his healthy peter and flagged it at him and said, "Who else do you belong to?"
Bart for the first time realized that Aaron had the thickest boycock he had ever had to blow. It felt like a telephone pole when the kid rammed it into his mouth. It might also be the longest of all the guys he'd had to service these last long weeks since his first days at the park toilet glory hole. None of the kids he'd blowed had been much over 6 inches. Aaron's dick was at least an inch more....and thickerrrrr!
Answering in the mind muddle he was in, he said that he also belonged to "Ummm...MIS-ter's cock??" again in a question.
Aaron said, "Close. Let's you be calling it, Mister DICK! Say it!"
"Mister Dick, uh...MIS-ter."
Aaron smiled. "Good. I like that. For now that'll be it. I decided yur staying here the night. You'll call home and tell them, and you'll be nice to my folks when they get home. Thennn, lessee....we'll sleep out in my dad's fifth wheel camper outside here....hmmmm... and maybe we'll cut school tuhmorrah, and you'll take care'a Mister Dick here all night annnnd the day, too."
Bart just nodded, and looked up at yet aNOTHER master. Would it ever fucking end? He was being driven by his own need for whut hangs free from every spunkrat he knew.... COCK! And he NEEDed it....baaaaaaaddddd!
As we leave to check out the scene at Tommy's, Aaron's saying, "A'kay cuntboi....kiss it!"
Bart strained up, his lips at the quiver.....
At first he nibble-sucked at the peehole tip of Aaron's raging hardon. The prefuck spoo was making sticky on Bart's lips. Aaron was crossed between needing to blow another load and wanting to build up the excitement given that he had this fuckin' cocksucker at his mercy all fucking night and the next day, too.
As it turned out, he controlled his boy passion and chose instead to stuff a rag in Bart's mouth, pull him over his lap, strip the gym shorts off and beat his naked ass screaming the whole time about Bart's stealing his stuff from the locker. "You gonna pay, dude. You gonna fuckin' pay me good and plenty, faggot!"
When his own hand was stinging from the terrific spanking he gave Bart, he made the fucker crawl into the house from the garage to call home. Once the right assurances were given to his mom, and Aaron even talked to her as well, telling her they were gonna work out and practice some wrestling moves, he rung off and made Bart get up on the kitchen table on his belly. He went for a plate and placed it in front of Bart. Pushing down his jeans and boxers, Aaron lobbed his cock and balls on the plate and yelled down at Bart to lick his dinner. The sight was surreal. A handsome, pulsing boy peter mashing down a smoosh of his balls in their sack lying on a dinner plate. Aaron's prefuck jizz drooling out the pisshole added to the image as the spoo puddled on the plate.
Bart dutifully licked over the cockhead, shaft and digged his tongue into and under the kid's balls, and finally slupped up the droozing peehole pearljam before being told to suck it take in the main course. Aaron bucked and humped his blowload into Bart's mouth before sitting hard to a chair behind him. Bart's naked body lay sprawled the length of the table as Aaron got his wind back and then Aaron put three, then four fingers into Bart's mouth. The kid's face must have been pleading 'Please leave me be....haven't I done enough....taken enough abuse for just 'borrowing' a pair of shorts?'
It didn't matter....this was only the beginning of Aaron's new found joy in playing master and slave. He looked dead into Bart's eyes as they fingers in his mouth did their magic. Bart raised his head some as the fingers reached deep back into his mouth and lay in Bart's tongue. He sucked then....and sucked hard....the need for it all gleamed over Bart's face. Aaron saw it....without knowing, he 'knew' he 'owned' Bart.
Snapping out of the haze, Aaron yelled, "Getcher fuckin' ass off my table, wipe it down and clean your slimey cock and body slime off. Ahm having dinner on'iss table in two hours and I don't want no faggot remnants!"
Bart scrambled off the table with slop of Aaron's cum dregs still in his mouth. He rushed to the sink and got paper towels and soap to wash down and wipe the table.
Once more, Bart was on all fours crawling back outside, this time to the fifth wheel camper. Aaron sat down on a lawn chair as he had the naked dude open up the camper to air it and clean up inside. Aaron inspected the work, and then with a shot to the back of Bart's head he shoved the distracted kid to the near bunk, rolled him to his belly, pulled the door shut, dropped his pants, climbed on top of Bart, swabbed his prick with some sun tan lotion he found there, and sank his meaty prick through Bart's butthole to his balls.
"Errummmmpphhh! Uhh! Uh! Ohhhh!godddd!" Bart moaned as Aaron growled in his ear before he bit it, "Fuck you, queerass! Fuck you! Ahmena fuck you and make you beg fer more!!"
In Rob's car after he whiffed the first of Adam's cum smells from the rubber: He was sooooo fucking happy. He was sooo fucking happy he couldn't believe what less than an ounce of kid jelly could do to him. Here he was...this long repressed faggot-needing-cumsucker. He had found the treasure at the end of the rainbow. That rainbow was a squeaky-clean blond spunker that could feed him what he needed....now.... tomorrow....next week....next....forever! "Ohhhhhhhh A-d-a-mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!" he moaned through his sobs.
He wanted so badly to just dip his tongue in his cumboy's shootoff, but restrained himself. He'd get himself together. Get to school, and see if he could stash it away and go for it after classes at home, in his bed when he could swarsh his tongue-hardon in it...lick some up, rub his own prick with it!
He didn't think he could ever make it the whole day. He wanted to save it. To treasure it. Virgin teencream for his lips, tongue, cock and bunghole....later....at home...in bed....under the covers....jacking himself out of his friggin' mind!!!!!!!!!!
Trembling, nearly unable to hold the flimsy rubber without spilling all the teen jam it held, Rob reached for the glove compartment to store the boy jelly till he got to school. The effort was tremendous for him. He slumped exhausted to the seat as he slammed the compartment with the tips of his shaky fingers. He gasped and sighed and rubbed his cummed up cock against his sticky boxers where he'd blown his wad in his pants.
He must have laid with his face hanging off the edge of the seat for five minutes before he was roused by the sounds of car horns nearby.
Hoisting his shaky, sweaty body up off the seat, he tried to get the car started again to finish the trip to school.
Ben wasn't pooling with him this morning because of the difference in their schedules, but he expected to be carrying Ben home that afternoon after his last class.
Neither college dude had any idea that they were both having high school boy needs and would be taking care of those needs over the next three days separately....with the same dude!
That afternoon, both boys were lost in thought as they passed the rest stop. Both pairs of eyes longingly lingered on rest room area as they drove on by. Rob seemed to notice Ben's fog-up, but it didn't register. He was too wrapped up in his own cum dreams of Adam, and even wanted to pat the front of the glove compartment where the teen's spooge was slithering around inside the rubber.
Ben checked his watch when he got out of Rob's car and saw they had made record time getting him home...and then Rob hit the gas like he was on a speedway and blasted off in a cloud of fumes.
Up in his room, Rob was near out of his mind as he gingerly held the rubber of Adam's morning cum up to his eyes to enjoy the almost amber glue-like liquid that he'd saved for this very moment all fucking day. He loved knowing there would be another load for him at Adam's mailbox every school morning and then Wednesday he'd have Adam's dick live, hard, and hummin' in his mouth. His knees buckled as he smelled the open end of Adam's baggie. He licked at it! Oh, god! He loved it! He didn't know what to do first, looking all around him with his quivering fingers nearly losing control of the rubber.
Gently laying down so it wouldn't spill on the bed, he stripped naked in seconds. He stripped the spread off and went for a bath towel to cover the sheets against the obvious mess he was about make.
Squeezing his rockhard cock in both hands he was so excited as he stared at the rubber.
He squatted up on the bed and reached for the jizzy condom. The smell as he opened the end again made him dizzy. He was living a dream...a dream he'd probably been having since the first time he ogled another kid's dick. He licked the edge of the rubber all around the inside knowing that's where Adam's dick was that morning when he wacked off into it.
He got all quivery tasting Adam's dick-skin-touch places. Then he sticked a finger in and rubbed some joyboy elixir into his armpits. Looking down at his chest, and then his image in the bureau mirror, he sticked in again and rubbed some spoo on his nips too....then chills ran up his spine when his fingered it between his toes. He almost passed out when he rolled back onto his shoulders and fingered a cum dollop into his butt crack. Ummmm. He didn't want to contaminate the rest of the cum with butthole smell, so he licked his finger before fingering out a drop for his belly button, and then rubbed it over his upper lip under his nose. He cried out loud at the joy he got from the boy'roma wafting into his trembling young body.
He held the rubber up above his face now and shook it violently to froth up the goo of life and then held it tight between his hands to warm it while he wiggled his cum-rubbed toes. The slithery feel between his toes was a whole new adventure in what was a never-ending run of excitement for a young dude sexed out of his mind!
Gently he funneled the end of the rubber, with maybe less than a half ounce of teen goop remaining, to his lips. The warmed gluely-goo oozed over his lip, first under his tongue then on the tip of his wiggling rasper. Flashes of light went off behind his eyes as he tasted and smelled the joyjelly while swarshing Adam's cum around his mouth. He reached to his oozing prick and fitted the cummed up rubber over his own prick! The cum spread around his own handsome boy wick and heated up. Rob's entire dick was now cummed with Adam's spooge. Rob gingerly reached for his shrouded peter and fearful of going off before he achieved the maximum joy, he first grabbed at it and squeezed violently, staving off an uncontrolled shootoff.
Easing the pressure, the tingle-twitchy excitement built again quickly as Rob beat his meat full-stroking up and down his joyed pecker from cockhead to balls and back and again and again. His breath shortened. His toes curled under. He screeled deep inside his throat as the inside of his thighs became electric and his butt came up off the bed. His smooth young naked body arched and strained as he madly whipped till he shot Adam's rubber full of his own powerful cream blowoff....."Ahhhhhccchgghhhhhh! Ayeh! Ohuhhh! Sooooogggooooodddd!" he wailed as his spent body jerked, jolted and flopped to the bed in a huge sigh as the young dude expended all his air. The boy's body lurched, bucked and jolted seeking relief from sexual boy turmoil. His blurry eyes looked down his slender trunk to the condom covered peter....the focal point of the most fun he ever has on any day....and joyed in the sight of the white curdled mass of spoogoo spread over the length of the rubber on his cock. He quaked another two times before falling into a dream of cum and boys and dicks....mmmmmmm.
He woke soon enough and it all began again. He pulled the rubber from his joint and emptied it into his mouth and swirled the mix of Adam's and his own juice over his boy taster before he swallowed it all while he rubbed his neck like he could feel Adam's sperm slipping down into his belly.
With his other hand he wacked off while he got to his feet and hunched forward with bent knees up on his bed jerking his pud while he stared at himself in the mirror. His cum shot everywhere around the room in front of him and dribbled the last dregs over his fingers and into his cockhairs before he flopped to his knees exhausted once more.
I doubt that Adam could appreciate what he'd done for Rob with just that 2 minute beatoff before school that morning.
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