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. Quarry Hole. Chapter 6.
The tandem bang-a-boy began when Mark took his shot at Kurt's asshole just by raising the kid's taped feet and with one hand to the back of Kurt's ankles, he spit-goobed the boy's slot...and got a wailing groan from around Joey's cock when he sank his finger into Kurt's bung....and another finger seconds later pleasured him some more happyhole.
Mark smiled looking at Joey's butt dimples flexing as he drove through Kurt's mouthpussy, and smacked him some Jerry cheeks, a shot on each cheek, getting yelps of glee from the buddyfucker in front of him.
Squeezing his rockhard pole, he pressed to Kurt's pinky winking bud, and as he held, and leaned into his toyprey, his purple helmet spread, stopped, and thennnnnnn, literally seeped through Kurt's spitslick slot. "Ooommmmmmmpphhh!" was all they heard from between Kurt's lips from inside his cockstuffed mouth.
As Mark held position inside his bud, he unwrapped Kurt's ankles, took his foot bottoms and rubbed them against each other giving Kurt some horny boy sensations, and while pushing them back against Joey, he rut-started his buddy's hole....that nice thick prick fevering Kurt's insides, Mark could feel the boy quivering around it.
By now Jerry was getting his nut, and bouncing up and down on Kurt's heaving, sucking chest. With a 'round of soppy cock smacks to Kurt's cum sticky lips, 'Shhmook! Ssmkk! Sshmuk!' Jerry strained himself up, and stepped over his suckboy.
Paulie was caught by surprise when Scott pushed him forward to get himself blowed, but in seconds, here was one horny little banger bounce-fuckin' a bud's face....and after, Shuey got his turn.
Quarry Hole. Chapter 6
Pump after fuck, the kids all took their turns in Kurt's hole. They had really started a round-robin bang-around....mouth to butt to mouth again for cleanoff. Fuckboy Kurt didn't know anything after while....he repeated whatever they ordered him to say. They'd make him say how much he loved cock, suckin' boys, eatin' butt, whatever gross thing they wanted him to say....then they started namin' kids in school with him and asking him if he fucked for 'em, blowed 'em, whatever. Mark got the idea he could have Kurt say all this shit on tape....oooooh, whutta picture: Kurt at the quarry tomorrow...on his knees, no tape or tie-ups, naked just slowly pulling his pud toward the camcorder looking straight into the lens and naming boys in his class that he loved to suck, and dreamed of fuckin' his ass for.
Well, that was for another day...Mark snapped out of his daze, went over to the trees near the path out of the quarry, and grabbed two branches to make switches for Paul and Shuey to do their duty on Kurt's walk home.
Most of the kids hit the water after the final cleanoff in Kurt's suckmouth and were splashin' around while Kurt just lay on the ledge spread-eagled in a half trance....cum and spit dryin' on his face, and spooge oozin' out his hole. Mark was splaying the ends of the switches for later, and then put them aside. He grabbed Kurt's pack stuffing in his clothes. He went back over to Kurt, and took the leash and wrapped it around Kurt's ankles and pulled them all the way up and over his head fastening the loop end of the leash into the collar. When the kids sloshed their way to the bank and made their way back onto the ledge, they let out some "Whoops," seeing Kurt's upturned tail facin' 'em. Mark started the action and pretty soon everybody was in on the action....they spanked and paddled and pummeled his ass till he was so tender, the slightest touch brought a yelp and body jerk out of him. The kids all kneeled 'round, and Scottie rolled Kurt forward so he could face all the boys. "Tell us 'bout yer brother 'n you, Kurt. Ever'thin'," Mark demanded.
Kurt looked from face to face...to face. Most of the kids were blank, a couple were keen to hear the tale. Joey said, "Yeh, but first, whut was that shit on yer face this morning."
Kurt's body jerked and his head spun to confront Joey, not believing the kids had actually seen him around the dog cage in the basement this morning....or, godddd, maybe even....in it! He spoke very quiet...almost too low to hear, and Scott cuffed his head and said, "Speak up, dude."
"Uh-uhm, it wuz oatmeal mixed with ground dog food and piss," he moaned. Some of the kids' stomachs turned. They urged him on...how it started, what he does, how long has it been goin' on.
He began...."I was about 9, and my brother an' me shared a room, even a bed til I was 8. He was 14. One afternoon after school, I walked in on him, and he was jerkin', and got all embarrassed, but he was ok it seemed and convinced me to get up close and personal....grabbed my hand and rubbed it all over his cock, the back of my hand, fingers, palm....and then he closed my fingers around it, and he shot off while I held him. There was cums ever'where and all over my hand, and I cried. He got scared and smacked me to shut me up and I cried more, an' he stuffed my cummy fingers in my mouth....then he pulled my face over his dick. I sucked cock. He whipped my head up and down, and kept yelling for my to lick and suck, and soon, man, he was cummin' again. I didn't know what was happenin' or what to do, and when he came out of it, he jumped over me and sat on me and made me swear I never tell ANY-body. I said, "Yeh, yeh....I won't tell....please...I won't tell.
"That was the start. I sucked him that night....well most nights...days...mornings....since then. He hardly misses a day when he's home any part of the day. I can't remember when he brought his friends over and had them join in, but it was during a night he was babysitting me when my folks were out. When they got to the house I was already naked and propped up on my knees on the dining room table. I wasn't even cummin' yet, and he made me jerk off for an hour, and they all got their jollies when I shook all over with a dry cummer. Then they worked a frozen hotdog up my hole, and then after that I had to have something up me anytime they were all together with me 'performin'.
"They did everything they thought of, in my mouth, up my hole, and then every night ended with blowjobs. If our parents are away, they travel a lot for work, I sometimes get the dog cage. We don't have no dog no more, but we kept the cage. The dog food's left over fum when we had him. When I was smaller they used those big cloth stuffed batakka bats we played with as kids to have fun fights, and they'd wale me full force and knock me flat to the floor over and over....and when I was tired and couldn't get up, one of 'em would hold me up while the other one whapped me down again and again. It doesn't hurt any, it's like a heavy soft teddy bear thing with a handle. I'm whipped sometimes with things that don't show, like sneaker and flip flop soles, rubber hose. Since I started cummin' I have to lick up wherever it shoots. My brother started fuckin' me one night when he needed it bad after a date....the handjob I was giving him, became a fuckin' on the floor between our beds so there'd be no bed rumblin' or squeakin'.. Only him though. The other guys...he don't give me to 'em for that. Yer da first to fuck me 'sides my brother."
All the kids were amazed...the shock was ripped from them when they saw the shit through the basement window that morning and last night. Mark rolled him back over and up on his shoulders and started pummeling his ass cheeks again....and all the kids snapped out of it and spanked him again, too. Mark said, "Well, my man, looks like you got a whole buncha 'big brothers' now, and we gonna be having it ever'day too. Suuu-eeeee, boy, you gonna be piggin' on cock 'round the clock looks like. But we remember what you told us a'fore....about how much you really like it, so we'll take care o' you right good, Kurt," 'SMACK!' "right good, boy." 'SMACK!'
They left Kurt balled up while they got dressed. They threw their packs over to Kurt, freed his ankles and helped him to his feet. Joey took the leash, Mark pointed Paul and Shuey to the switches. They ran to get them and whipped them around in practice slashes. Without being told, Kurt knew, and picked up all the backpacks and after a Scott sneaker to his ass got him 'kick-started,' he set out walking toward the path and the long naked switch-whisked path to the road.
Paulie and Shue didn't miss a single chance to wale on Kurt's heels and ankles, and that sucker was dancin' and yelpin' all the way to the road, stumblin', droppin' and pickin' up backpacks as he went. They even moved to each side of Kurt for a while and whacked the tops of his feet too. When they got to the edge of the tree shrouded path and near the road, Kurt stopped and dropped all the packs, and was going into his own for his clothes. Scott grabbed one of the switches, and whacked his hand to a yelp, and Kurt jumped and turned to face the others. "No clothes fer you, dude. Nuthin'. Annnnnd, you walking all of us home right to the last house, and then you can find yur own nekked way back to your own house. The pain on Kurt's face was palpable. There might have been a tear there....he might not be their leader anymore, but he sure was getting a whole new grudging respect for his buds.
Oh man! There's just somethin' about a naked kid slouching and cowering with his buds in tow, that gets by on the street with a smirk or a smile from a passerby giddy kid, or knowing adult. The walk with the dancing act continued while Kurt carried all the packs right to Mark's and Scott's street, Mark's house being the last. They both stayed with Kurt to the last, and when they got to Mark's, they made Kurt get on his back, and with the switches taken from Shuey and Paul, and from both sides, they hacked at the soles of Kurt's feet. The tears blurred his eyes. When the stinging stopped, and he wiped his eyes....Mark and Scott were gone. He was feet-up naked on the sidewalk, four blocks from home, alone. He stood crouching, covering his cock looking up and down the street and then thought he could make like a streaker, and haul ass home in a flash of naked teen dick flopper. He took 3 steps and fell flat into the grass. His feet were so sore he couldn't run too well, but he did run, sort of on the outer edges of his feet and balls of his feet, and even though not so fast, he got all the way home with the most embarrassing moment coming when some girls saw him dick flopping by from the other side of the street. His real problem was gonna be if he got home naked, and his brother saw that somebody else took him down.....John would be wantin' a pound of flesh for Kurt's sharing himself with others.
He hustled down his driveway as fast as his stinging feet could take him....John's truck was not there....."Oh fab!!!!" he screamed under his breath. Then he stopped short....in the garage...his mother's car. How to get in the house unseen?? He could climb the tree near his window, but with no clothes on, one slip and he rips his balls off. He gingerly scurried into the garage to look for anything he could put on to protect his pride and joy from the tree bark. "FUCK!" he hollered to himself...not a fucking thing, not even in his mom's car. He slinked below the kitchen window and made it to the tree and really gave himself a challenge shinnyin' up the lower trunk keeping his dick away from the bark, digging his painful feet bottoms into the tree awkwardly...up...and up...till he reached the lower branches, and now could get some leverage to swing himself to his window, hand-walked the end of the branch, then slipped in backwards sliding himself butt-on the sill and through.
He messed up the bedspread to feign napping so his mom wouldn't question that she didn't hear him earlier when she got home. He checked outside his door, and then made it for the shower....s-a-f-e at home!
So soothing.....the suds and water burned some, but he needed cleaned up so bad....the spit and cum slop was caked all over him...his hair even. He dried off and got some lotion to rub in his hole and on his feet. Back in his room, he sacked out flopping naked across the bed to wait the call for dinner, so glad his brother wasn't home, he sighed....and slept.
Not too long after, he woke to his father's call for dinner. Looking as orderly and kempt as possible in a tee and shorts, he walked, albeit gingerly on those so sore soles, down to dinner. All went well, and Kurt made small talk with questions about their trips for work, took in some TV and after a little homework, he actually livened up enough to fun with a 'puter game before bed.
It was late...the dark of early morning really. "Whu-uhhuh...?" Kurt was grunting from his dead sleep....'Phhhhwwumpp!' and he was on the floor, roughly flipped onto his belly, his face in a pillow, and something that felt like a tree branch shoved up his tailhole. He screamed into his pillow from surprise, fright, and searing pain, and was cuffed in the back of his head. The room was black dark. He could smell his brother....he felt the large muscular body molding it's nakedness above him as John's monster cock sought entrance in place of the finger already deep inside him.
John either didn't get his pleasure tonight.... or didn't get enough....whatever the reason, Kurt would make up the difference.... that was clear. "Ooorrummmmphuhuh!" Kurt groaned into his pillow there on the floor between their beds. He could smell beer, but apparently John wasn't drunk. When he got himself really fucked up, he not only wreaked of beer stench, but was mouthy, too, and would constantly g rab Kurt's hair and ram his head into the pillow over and over while boffin' his brains out. Tonight, John was smoothe and deft as he slipped through Kurt and soon Kurt's ass was actually coming up to meet the driving boyprick. John would lean into Kurt's neck and cheek when Kurt did that, and nuzzle, lick and chew on the boy's ears and face parts. Soon, he was cumming...... and he slowed and eased down to lay on Kurt. His feet tops were laying against Kurt's tender soles. Their mutual sweat sealed their legs and bodies to each other, and John would gather Kurt up by running his arms under Kurt's shoulders, and lay his face onto Kurt's neck and head. He sighed signalling the completeness he felt there with his little brother. Both boys' heaving chests quieted to normal....and though neither was asleep, they were fully at rest....
Kurt felt it. His hole...was filling again with hardening big boy teen meat....he felt his brother flex his prick and rut deep one time....eliciting a moan from Kurt....a hold and then John rose up onto his hands, and while laying into his brothers back, he rut-wiggle-humped boy pussy like he got just plugged in. "Ohhhhhhhh," Kurt moaned....he knew he was gonna be spending the whole night right there....John was IN for the long haul. Kurt mooned after while, "Ooooo....mmmmmm," and John licked the back of his neck.
"You love it you l'il fucker....I know it. You fuckin' love it boy. And you lucky, boy....'cause you gonna get it....you gonna get whutchu like....whutchu needs....you LITTLE FUCKER!" he growled, redoubling his next few strokes....bouncing him some boy teen cunt up and down off the floor....once....twice....three times, and then settled into a smoothe rut-bangin' that was interrupted every little while as the boys rested, then slept, then fucked again. Following the last rest, when the night gave way to brightening skies, Kurt found himself waking in John's crotch with his brother's stalk in his mouth, his neck being massaged, as his head was guided over the entire length of that handsome tool.
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