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 32.
A'kay....lessee....last time, Kip was on the run to Tommy's after being taken down in the weeds behind the vacant house by the kids from the schoolbus. He had found most of his clothes in the tall weeds as he scoured the whole yard in his nakeds. Boy...his first full day as Tommy's fuckboy, and already he's in trouble.
Adam had watched his first 'pay customer,' Rob, drive off on cloud 9. Rob was shivering from the excitement of having his flower taken by the two-boy gangin' he got at the rest stop. He rubbed his oozing peter in his pants as he thought of the morning....each morning....he would be stopping by Adam's mailbox for a supply of boy spooge that Adam was gonna make up for him before school.
For his part...Adam got hard again...yet....thinking of his cum being the source of so much excitement for a college dude. He trembled as he closed the door and headed for his room, his cock rubbing into his boxers. Goddddd...he almost buckled from the super sensations. Damn! He knew...even after his wild afternoon of raging randy boy romp and sex, he was gonna have to spank it again! Ummmm...love that boy!
In Shane's room, where he'd taken Zach and Stevie for a little 'fuckboy' play, Casey, Zach, Shane and Stevie were in a naked boy contortion of arms, legs and cocks to dream of.
Casey flushed red in anger as Shane exaggerated what he knew, true as most of the story was, that Zach had 'fuckboyed' himself out to the new kid, while he 'belonged' to Casey.
Casey shot up off the floor, and in wild flurry of hands, he waled on Zach in a fury Shane had never seen before. Zach's face snapped side-to-side as he took four, five six, seven shots, forehand and backhand from Casey. As tears streamed down Zach's face....Steve's tongue was still lodged deep up his tightly clenched pucker....Casey stood right into Zach's face and rammed his dick into his mouth. "You fuck! You slipp'ry scumbag! Eat me, faggot! You gonna get a real head fuckin', dude....a real head fuckin'!"
"Gwawwllpp!" gagged Zach, as Casey rammed his 5 incher to back of his mouth and angrily gripped and pulled Zach's head back and forth over it, choking Zach up every time he stuffed his throat hole.
In a boyfucker's dream, Shane, who had stood back to enjoy the results of instigating his kid brother's rage, took position again at Stevie's pussybox, and
wormy-squoooshed his velvet-smoothe, oozing cockhead against and into the winking wrinkles that were Stevie's moist, hot pucker.....'Tsskissssk!' "Mmmmmmnnguh," Shane swooned.
"Snawkkurmmpph!" Stevie snorted into Zach balls.....
"Skkllkk! Squishkk! Skksskk!" Zach lip-sqwucked over Casey's prick in a steady, um-ba-hum-ba-pumping head-fuck.
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 32.
Casey pulled hard to the back of Zach's head...feeling the boy sweat beading on his neck and in his short black hairs there. "Gwawwlukk!" Casey sank through the excitingly tight confines of his fuckboy's throat hole. What little cock Casey had, he sure made the most of. The helmet ridge stuffed deep, left the sensitive underside right on the part that could be the most titillating. In tiny little surges in and back, Casey rubbed his super-hot boy part over that throat muscle till he was hysterically creaming and screaming like a banshee pressing his belly into Zach's crunched face, while he pulsed his teen jam again and again and....again....till he flopped over Zach's head like a wet rag.
Zach was snortin' and gawkin' trying to breath with all his airways smothered or jammed either by boy belly or cock.
Shane was hot and heavy into Stevie, who wasn't as practiced at taking big boy meat, but he sure was gettin' his fill. Shane was getting all he could from his pucker pummel as well as watching the action in front of him for double and triple stimulation. He was in overdrive in super excitement. Just the sight of Stevie's tongue searching, finding and disappearing inside Zach's bunger was almost too, too much for Shane and he went off like the rockets' red glare into the new fuckboy bung he was reaming. His eyes were wild and darting....his cock exploded....his senses over-stimulated. Fuckboy master or no, Shane was in tears from the combination of the senses interacting inside him all at once in such a frenzy. His cumshoot was all but an oozing afterfuck now, and he was still fucking like a crazy man, and Stevie's whole body was recoiling and quaking as he was in the middle of a never-ending round of anal cumoffs that he could never have understood, except that his mind belonged to his inner boy button right then, and nothing else would have mattered if he had the ability to think at all.....not to mention the massive mouth spitty droozle pouring from his lips while his tongue burrowed ever deeper into Zach's fevered boyhole. There was a huge puddle of spittle shimmering at Stevie's neck like pearly jelly about to spill off down around his neck and into the covers.
Shane was cumming again deep in Stevie's big-boy-trained pussy.
Casey came out of his afterfuck stupor and waled on Zach's face twice more for his disloyalty, before slumping backward and into a cushy chair beside Shane's bed.
Pulling out of Steve, Shane stared down out the boy's pucker leaking his own cum spoo. He actually sort of tranced for a few seconds, knowing he was watching the dregs of his boy fun ooze from a boycunt. Snapping to, he staggered around the bed in front of Zach, where he pulled the boyface he found there bobbing on the end of another boy's bung-eating tongue....he pulled that face over his butt-slimey cumsopped prick and got him all cleaned off by Zach's well-honed swabbing rasper. The excitement Zach generated through Shane's innards was almost too much, as Shane's knees started to buckle before he managed to pull away, falling with a 'Phhwumpf!' into Casey's lap.
They rearranged their naked parts till they were side by side squeezed into the seat while Casey choreographed the fuckboy activity on the bed. The last we see for now is Zach in a kneeling, all fours '69', elbows down, above Steve. Steve is now eating Zach's balls, while Zach's tongue sinks through Stevie's upturned pussy....his tongue sliding itself right through the sticky Shane spooge there. Shane can see the boy spittle bubble up out the corners of Zach's mouth.
At Tommy's, Kip comes charging up the steps out of breath and bangs on the door to hopefully be close enough to on time, that Tommy won't be upset. Tom rages from inside for him get his ass inside.
The kid trembles and rushes in to face his punishment....his 4 1/2 cock stiffs up hard in anticipation.
With a turn of his hand, Tommy motions for Kip to get naked.
In seconds, Kip is naked, down in 'fuckboy', clasped hands behind him, one finger up his ass and all, naked feet crossed, head down.
Tommy claps his hands and pats his knees for Kip to lay across for a spanking. Tom hand-spanks Kip for a full five minutes. He's not sure if he's proud that Kip isn't whimpering, or pissed.
Speaking of piss, he orders him to collect his clothes and get to the upstairs bath for continued training. As he has Kip step into the tub, he tweaks the kid's nipples tight and then bites his nails into them making the boy's eyes well up in tears, getting him to squeal in agony....his back arched forward some as he instinctively tried to move his chest away from the torturing finger nails.
Releasing one nip, Tommy goes for Kip's balls and squeezes, hard...harder....harder! Kip has slumped down into the floor of the tub sobbing uncontrollably now. Tom releases the kid's nuts, stands up and whips his spigot out and pisses Kipper from the top of his head, down his body, front and back. He loved telling Kip to get all the way down flat on his belly as he watched the powerful piss stream splash and bubble out of Kip's ass slot.
He told Kip to lick the piss off the walls and then rinse himself and the tub clean, dry off and crawl down to the backyard.
When Kip crawled out the back door, Tom was waiting with a batakka paddle behind his back. This is a heavy, upholstered soft club bulkier than a boxing glove, with a handle the thickness of a boat oar. While it doesn't leave real hurt or damage to skin and body, when it's wielded, it gives the recipient a knock-the-wind-out-of-you thumping, and usually knocks a small dude right to the ground.
Tom crooked his finger for Kip to come forward and stand. 'Ffwumpp!' 'Spittch!' Kip was whumped up off his bare feet and sailed five feet back into the grass in a flopping slide. Tommy ran up to the naked air-sucking kid, and whomped his body with roundhouse shots from ankles to chest. Each down strike bounced the kid in place. He raised his hands and legs to fend off the powerful shots to no avail.
Tom looked down at the shaken, naked kid in the grass, toes and hands up to ward off the batakka beating....and he smiled. The little fucker was hard as a rock. He diddled Kip's hardon with the soft club, extracting a string of boy goo from it's piss hole.
Kip was anticipating the continued assault and trembled still with his turned up feet and hands in the air, when Tommy dropped the club and sat facing opposite Kip, near his face. "You fuckin' need this....you really fuckin' need this don'tchu you faggot tool," Tommy said, his stare searing into Kip's brain.
Kip was confused and it showed on his face. His raised hands and feet came down, with his right hand of course going right to his prick to give it a needed tug. Even in his embarrassment at being bashed, and naked in front of his fully dressed new master, he was surprised when Tommy yanked his head and mashed his face into the fly of his shorts. Kip didn't need to be told. He was licking and biting into the tan denim cargoes, hunting for boy prick to sate his gnawing need. As he rubbed the kid's face roughly over his hidden meat, Tommy hardened up, and now he had needs....and he knew they'd be well taken care of...now....and for many a day into the future.
"Git it out and git chowing, pussylips!" Tommy growled.
In a flurry of hands and fingers, Tom's dick was stiffied out of his fly and disappearing inside Kip's face. Haltingly, he grunted "Eat me you fuck!"
as he lurched forward, and yanked the back of Kip's head back and forth, "Unh-uh-ungh," over his steely hard prick......"Gawallcch!" Kip gagged when Tommy's cock plugged his throat hole. "You just love it......DON'TCHU? Erunnthh!" Tommy grunted.
Glaring bursts of light were going off behind Kip's eyes as he was face-jammed onto red-hot boy poker over and and over and then....."Cummmmminnngggg!" Tommy whined, as he hunched his butt up and pumped his prick through those sucking boy lips and over Kip's tongue. "Gawwwwwwwwd......did I need THAT!!!!" Tommy wailed and sighed as he held tight into Kip's face for a much too long moment as Kip was trying to breath through mashed in nose and stuffed throat gurgling in teen cream.
Finally, Tommy let go of Kip and the younger kid fell back into the grass....gasping for air...then....licking his lips!
Tommy slowly rose back up on his knees, straddling Kip's upper body, wiping the dollop of dog water off his peter onto Kip's lips, whereupon the boy's tongue swiped it off, then ticky-diddled at Tommy's pee-hole. Tommy shuddered at the thrill of the sensation..... and his dick stiffened some to a semi-hard arch which Tom used to whap Kip's blinky-eyed face eight or ten times.
"You were late getting here for service to my cock here, dickface. Weren'tchu?"
Kip thought he got by that, but his eyes closed at the realization, and he was resigned to take his punishment as he nodded, and said, "Yes...umm, sorry sir," between cock smacks.
"Dere's no 'sorries' fucker....dere's ohnee payment! If you bein' late had anyhting to do wit'chu dick-lickin' some 'nother dudes, you gonna in one sorry state, pissant!"
In spite of his lie, Kip held up his hands in innocence and shook his head 'No!" Well he really felt that being forced to suck cock by the kids off the bus shouldn't count. He didn't like, 'trick' after them....but cockhounds don't really care how they get dick...longst as they git it. Kip sure did like it too.
Tommy knew Kip was into glory-holin' at the park shitter, but he actually didn't think Kip had had any action that afternoon....but just was goofed up getting to Tommy's house after school. Still...that didn't keep Tom from giving Kip some thinks about what he better not be doin' on the side. "JUST MAKE SURE YOU DON'T, FAGGIE BOY," Tom roared as he stung Kip's cheeks with left and right hands for five shots each, and got up.
Kip's red cheeks blended nicely with red of his eyes, the tears streaming down his face as he stared up to Tommy. "Now getcher ass upstairs, dressed and get the fuck outta here. I'll call later to letchu know if you gotta be here to drain my morning piss or not."
"Y-y-ye-yessir. Thank y-you sir," Kip said softly as he got himself up and crawled through the grass to the door.
Tommy grinned at his little tool box wigglin' as he went.
Bart made it through most all his classes with no problem. But from last time, 'member that Aaron had doped out that Bart had swiped his cargo shorts from his locker, and might have found the rubber he'd jacked in earlier that day. He was both pissed and embarrassed.
Kevin and the others never linked up with Colin to let him know that Bart made it to class without the panties they left for him to wear. But....Aaron caught up with Bart after classes, and as they moved out the back exit for the buses, Aaron shoved Bart into the wall and demanded to know why Bart had ripped off his clothes.
To explain, he would have to tell of the panties deal...which he had ditched in a boys room trash can earlier that day. He just said that some guys had funned him and left him without any clothes when he came out the shower and hoped Aaron wouldn't mind, and that he'd bring them back clean an' all the next day.
Aaron, who was really more concerned about the cummed up rubber he didn't want Bart to find, demanded the shorts right there. They scuffled and Bart broke away and ran across the parking lot and down the grassy slope past the buses. Aaron was right on him and halfway down the slope went airborne and tackled him, rolling over and over with him to the bottom. Fists were flying, and Bart was holding his own till from underneath him, and on his back, Aaron jabbed a shot to Bart's face and started a nose bleed.
In the hesitation, Aaron reversed and sat on Bart facing his feet and opening the shorts and pushed them down and off. Bart was wearing some gym shorts for underwear, so he could do without them, and Aaron got the shorts off Bart's feet.
Quickly his hand snaked into the pockets. He was relieved. The rubber appeared to be there untouched....wait a minute. He took it out. It was CLEAN!!! Not a bit of spooge was left in it....and there was nothing leaked into the turned out pocket. he snapped around, and now he wasn't embarrassed about his rubber...or his need to jack off during class in his pants....he had a cum sucker underneath him! Looked like he wuz gonna get him some getoff at the expense of the dude he was sitting on right then.
He whirled around on Bart's chest and belly, and held up the scraggy, wrinkled, c-l-e-a-n rubber. Bart's shock was evident immediately as he flushed crimson. "YOU LIKE JACKOFF....'ZAT RIGHT FAGGOT??"
'You fuckin' EAT the stuff don'tchu? DON'TCHU???!!" Aaron screamed.
Bart's eyes closed without answering.
There was movement on top of Bart. He opened his eyes and Aaron's slender 6" prick was being waved in front of his face. "Ummmmmm," he chided Bart beating his lips with it...."bet it's tasty boy....let's have you on it.....I wantchu to get it right from the hose, nice, hot and fresh....free range cum just for yuh own seff."
A finger poke to Bart's neck and his mouth opened to be filled with Aaron's boyprick. "Goddddddddddd....ohmigoddddd.....THAT IS SOOOOOOOOO GOOOOODDD!!!" Aaron squealed. He'd never forget his first suckoff there at the bottom of the slope below the bus turn-around. Hundreds of kids were laughing and yelling in the distance above them as they loaded into the buses while Aaron joyed in the gut-wrenching cum he was shooting in a strange mouth for the first ever time.
It shook him to his very core....every nerve ending was firing....his every part was quivering and quaking. Inside his thighs he felt the tingling there was like no cum he ever trembled through. His toes curled under in his sneakers...he could feel his toe nails digging into them. His entire body was chicken skin....and sweat beaded all over him.
He shook again with the shivers when he looked down to Bart's sucking face, and those glowing eyes that stared back....Aaron didn't know what he saw....the need of Bart....to have cock....neeeeeeed cock! Aaron jumped when Bart's tongue swabbed under and over the aftercum-sensitive cockhead of a boy's dick that never went soft and started to rise again into the roof of Bart's mouth. Ohhhhhh.....Bart was on it again....and Aaron....he wasn't gonna stop him....never.....
When Adam got squared away at home, he found a message on the machine from Ben...the other college kid....Rob's friend. He returned the call.
"'Lo," Ben answered.
"Hey," Adam said, "'iss Adam."
"Ohhhh yehhhh, Adam....cin we ummm....you know....meet up say Saturday.... sometime?"
Adam said, "Sure. If you meet me at the corner of Water Street and 3d Ave at 1 PM ....we can ride out to the rest stop, 'kay?"
Ben was agreeable....his breath caught in his throat, his heart beating out of his chest. It was gonna be beating a lot harder in a few seconds....Adam said, "Bring you enough cash, and moisten up dem lips fer action," as he hung up.
Ben held the dead phone to his ear, and shuddered. Last time he'd paid Adam....but it was Adam who sucked him. He'd watched through blurry eyes at Adam's lips riding his dick while kneeled below him on the restroom floor. It was pretty clear he was gonna be doin' the deed this time. He wasn't sure he could do it.... Sitting there on his bed, his cock sprung rock hard in his pants and he flopped back into his pillow, threw his legs up and whipped his pants and boxers off. 'That Adam....mannnnn...he's hot.....mmmmmm, Adam, gotta have yur dick man....ohgod...ohgod....pump it dude...oh, do it...gimmme ....fuck...gotta....eehhhhnnngh!' College boy shootoff roped out that purple boy cockhead ....all over the room.....
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