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 9. "Omigod, I'm a cocksucker!"
"No good, Fuckboy. You turd! You got stubble.... fuckin' ever'where! You can figure on a busy ride home with me this afternoon. Getchur fuckin' stubble ass to gym."
Shattered, trembling, his bottom lip quivering, a sullen Bart nodded, and turned to get back to his locker. Head down, he dragged his naked, quivering body 'round the locker row. As he started to turn into his own row, he saw several pairs of sneakered feet lined up in front of the bench. He stopped short, looking up, sitting there, were five boys, their shining faces leering at him. Gym shorts and jocks at their knees, cocks standing straight up, right down the bench. The first kid, none other than Colin, grabbed his wrist, yanking hard, and Bart partly bent down, and partly fell down, to his knees, between Colin's legs, the sitting boys all snickering.
As Bart looked back up, Colin's beer can cock was at attention in front of him, a bubble of boy ooze topping the head. Colin sneered, "See anything you like, cocksucker!"
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 9. "Omigod, I'm a cocksucker!"
Colin was holding his steely tool at the root, and as he pushed it down toward Bart's face, he grabbed the kid's hair and yanked his head forward, yelling, "Open up, faggot!" Bart, mouth still closed, was crying, and Colin rammed his foot into Bart's nuts. When Bart screamed, "Ahhowworulphhh," Colin stuffed his mouth with cock. He yanked his head forward and back, 'Schuka-uncchsh-spmumph', and pulled him off, saying now, fuckin' monkey-hop on all fours, and screech like a monkey, to Jammer, fuckwad!"
With his right hand, he pushed Bart's shoulder, shoving him left toward, Kevin. Bart hopped on his haunches, "Arrl, arol, aow!" he monkey-screamed, landing on his hands, once then twice, into Kev's crotch. Colin was displeased with the speed of the action, and with their having only a few minutes for class to start. He got up behind Bart, and grabbed his head over his ears, and rammed his face into Kevin's dickhead. "Goddam you, cocksucker, blow this kid, now!" Bart opened up. Colin rammed his head back and forth 5 times. He turned him and with his sneaker up his butt, lifted him slightly, turning and, "Monkey hop, fuckears," he said. Next dick was Jaz'. "Stuff him, Jazzer," Colin barked. Cock in, 5 head rams, J-boy was really into it, too. Colin loved it when Matt rose up off the bench, and face-pounded Bart. Then off to the next kid, Mikey. Mike took over and grabbed Bart's hair, and Colin finally released his head, as Mike pounded his pud, and yanked Bart's head in the same rhythm, for 5 beats. Last was Cris...boy lech who was renowned to have fucked a cunt and a fag, one after the other, in the girl's parent's bed, at her own party. Cris had the biggest tool in school, by far, and looked to be 10 inches, and huge around. As Bart hopped to his crotch, Cris grabbed the kid stretched his mouth w-i-d-e with cock, and pushed him back, hard against the lockers, 'braoummmbrr!'. Talk about banging a kid's mouth, he literally slammed Bart's head over and over, between his pubes and the lockers, screaming, "Swallow my cock snot you fuckin' queer." Colin smiled, as Cris threw his head back and knee'd the kid's chest, cum pouring out Bart's overstuffed mouth. This was gonna be fast, now. All the kids got the routine, and everyone of 'em was on a blow-your-load hair trigger. With big anxious smiles they each reached to pull Bart from the previous kid's cock to get off in his mouth. The most time spent kid-to-kid, was spent pulling him by his hair into their meat, and the wait for 5 to 6 spurts to fill his cock suckin' mouth. Jazboy got creative, and pushed the back of Bart's head to the bench, straddled him, and fuck-banged his head till he came hard, yelling into his face, "Look into my eyes! Look in my eyes, faggot! Oooh, can he suck cock, man!" Then, after K-Jam grabbed him, and got off, he held Bart's head as Colin took his turn standing, and just humped Bart's face, and got off with a muffled groan, "Mmmmmmnn, phhffungh, unhuh."
Yanking his prick out of Bart's mouth and pushing the kid into the lockers, 'Brrrrumbrr', the kids were hustling to class jumping over the bench, and Bart, while pulling their jocks and gym shorts up.
"Scqrawawwll! Slam! Bam! Thump!" were the sounds as the 5 kids charged through the door, banging it into the wall. And then there was deafening quiet. Bart heard the coach's distant whistle from the gym. He was lying on the floor, naked, head against the bottom of the lockers, streamers of 5 boyloads dripping from his lips, cheeks and chin. Then, horror filled him, when out of nowhere, stood Shane. Bart saw the sneakers first, then slowly his eyes traversed Shane's trim body, to his face. As Bart brought his arm across his chest, in bashful instinct, Shane shook his head at him in disgust, kick tapped the bottom of the kid's bare foot, and left. As a lone tear trailed down Bart's cheek, he got to his knees, and to his locker, for his gym gear. He'd be late for class.
Meanwhile Zach, over at Middle School, after sucking off Casey before gym class, spent a mostly quiet day, thankfully. His pain was from the BenGay Casey made him shove up his hole and coat his cock and balls. Of course, he suffered the wide berth he was getting from classmates, and the looks from the overwhelming BenGay stink. He was finally on low wreak, after lunch, and his friends weren't avoiding him. He had no idea if Casey or Shane was going to take over his afternoon, or not, and was talking to himself, hoping to get through the day without another cock in his face.
As luck would have it, that was not to be. Zach had reached the point, that as he left the school building, he kinda slinked down the stairs toward his bus, looking swiftly, this way and that, and over his shoulder. He had gotten to love the bus ride, of all things. It was his only daily experience where he could relax and not have to 'serve' any of the sneering boy lechers.
He bounded up the steps, and was going to sit with his neighbor bud, Stevie. He was almost to his seat, when Steve was shocked to see Zach's face go from a bright smile to one of pain, and maybe, surprise, as Zach turned quickly to look away, and over his right shoulder. Zach had gotten a stiff finger jab, hard into his side, and a low, but harsh growl said, "Keep going, Fuckboy, get that back seat on the right."
Zach's heart sank, and his expression degraded into one of depression....and resolve. He sadly trudged past Stevie, and down the aisle to an empty seat near the back. There were a lot of kids from various grades, middle to high school, but it was never a jam packed bus.
As Zach started to turn into the seat, Casey sharply butted his knee up his ass, and Zach shot forward, smacking his head into window. Turning, rubbing his bumped head, he sat looking straight ahead, ignoring Casey who sat next t o him. The bus roared to life, and as it lurched forward and away from the curb, Casey spoke very slowly, in a voice just a bit louder than a hoarse whisper. "We're private....in public.... Fuckboy. Aren't you supposed to be doing something?"
Shock waves went through Zach. In a pained voice, Zach, still looking straight ahead, "Not here, Casey, pleeeease?"
"Fuckin' here, cocksucker, get your ass into 'fuckboy'. And it's Casey, sir, Fuckboy." Without a word, Zach slipped down to his knees, onto the floor, hands clasped behind his back, head down, tongue out. Casey leaned into him and said, "If anyone asks us, you're looking for something you dropped there, on the floor. Jeeee-susss, Fuckboy, you just don't get it." Zach, now scared of further shame, pleadingly looked into Casey's eyes, wanting to say, "Please, don't make me do anything else."
Casey said harshly, "Socks and sneaks, fuck-in' off, now! Cock out and beatin' it, now." Zach was moving quickly, scrunched down there between seats, getting his sneakers and socks off, crossing his feet. Then he unzipped, and fished out his 5 incher, whipping it. He was so ashamed. God, he was so ashamed. His head was down with his tongue out, while he whipped his cock....god, and he was getting hot, too! His head and body shook in that telltale bobbing motion that every boy in the world knew. Casey, just resting against the seat back, with right foot crossed over his knee, tapped Zach in the head with it. When Zach looked up, breathing hard now, still bobbing....still whippin', Casey said. "Keep wackin', and take my sneaker off." Zach untied it, and as he pulled it off, Casey said, "Sniff it.....good deep breaths Fuckboy." Zach didn't even think about it, and shoved his sorry face into his master's sneaker, keeping it there, till Casey said, "Enough, gimme that." Zach handed the sneaker to Casey, who said, "Sock!" Zach immediately, removed Casey's sock. "Stick your nose under my toes, and sniff me good, boy. As Zach buried his face into the bottom of Casey's foot, Casey told him to lick his tongue between all his toes, kiss each toe-bottom, then, starting with the little toe, suck each toe like he was eating a tiny cock. "Ummmm, that's good, Fuckboy. Suck hard like you do when you know you're gonna get my jizz."
Even though he had Zach hide himself from view as much as possible, he really didn't care if any of the other kids saw what they were doing. If someone wanted in, he would just have Zach blow the kid, and be done with it. Zach would have to handle any problems resulting from that. Well, nobody saw anything, and if they did, kids go through so many fuckin' contortions playing around, wrestlin' and shit, especially on a school bus, that it wouldn't even register.
Casey spoke casually, "We just passed your stop, Fuckboy." Zach stopped sucking and wacking. Casey said, "Forget it. You're going home with me. Better get suckin', boy, you still got two more toes, and we only got one more stop and a few blocks to go."
Zach got down to some fierce, slobbery, toe suckin'. As they approached Casey's stop, he told Zach to put his sock and sneaker back on, thrusting his sock into Zach's nose. As Casey was re-sneakered, the bus ground to a stop, and Casey stood up, stepping back to let Zach come out ahead of him. Zach had gotten up onto the seat with his own sneaks and socks, trying to get them on. Casey yelled at him, "You're not wearing 'em, asshole, carry 'em...we gotta get off.....move it!"
Scrambling out of the seat, Zach started up the aisle in his bare feet, sneakers at the carry, fly open still, but his cock had slipped back inside. Casey booted him in the ass.
As the bus pulled away, and they stood there in the breath-seizing diesel exhaust, Casey said, "Get your shirt and pants off."
"Please, sir, don't make me do that."
"You fuck, I said get 'em off, goddammit. Get them the fuck off!"
Zach dropped his sneakers, with his socks stuffed inside. Pulled off his T-shirt...opened and dropped his pants...shocked he had left his fly open. Bending over and stepping out of them, he picked everything back up, and Casey told him to get moving up the street. It was only a block and a half to Casey's house. Casey said, "Stop. Show me the bottoms of your feet. I want to check that you walked all the way home barefoot the other night. Your feet bottoms better look beat up, kid."
As Zach lifted his feet back, like you shoe a horse, Casey smiled at the little abrasions, peeling skin, and general roughness. "Very good, Fuckboy, master is pleased." Yeh, and Zach was so shamed.
Continuing up the street, Casey's evilness shined, as he said, "Here, Fuckboy, as we reach the front of each house, your get in full 'fuckboy', whip your cock 3 times, then get up again."
Zach was beyond begging for mercy....or reason....and just did it. 10 houses....10 fuckboy wackoffs.
Once at Casey's house, with Zach carrying everything he had been wearing, and before they got to the back stairs, Casey said, "Drop your boxers, Fuckboy."
After just the slightest hesitation, he pushed them down and bent over bareassed, to pick them up.
"Good boy, shitears, get your ass up the steps," Casey said as he knee'd his butt.
Zach scampered up the steps, entering Shane's room, scared to death Shane would be there leering at him.
Thankfully, no Shane. Casey shoved him forward through the door, the breezeway, and down the hall into the main house. As Casey walked ahead to his room, he looked over his shoulder and said, "Crawl, you dumb fuck!"
Zach got into all fours and crawled to Casey's room, in the same hall that Casey crawled many nights to and from Shane's room. As he got inside the doorway, he put all his clothes and backpack aside, and went right into 'fuckboy'.
Casey latched the door, went to his bed, stripped off, laid down with his head propped on two pillows. He s-l-o-w-l-y crooked his finger at Zach and said, "Blow me, Fuckboy."
Zach crawled quickly to Casey's bedside, climbed up between the boy's legs, and without any ceremony, sucked in his cock to the pubes. Casey was so fuckin' on fire, he came in just 10 good sucks. "Ahh, ohh, omigod...you suck so good, Fuckboy, aieeeeee!!" As Casey lay in post-cum, he petted Zach's head, his cock still buried in it, saying, "Man, you do know how to vacuum dick!"
Zach's tongue slithered around the boy's dick for long moments after Casey shot off. His cock, of course, was still hard as a rock! Casey's hands were folded on the pillows under his head, as he watched his fuckboy bob over his boy prong. "Sit up, dipshit."
Zach dropped Casey's dick, and sat back up on his heels, in 'fuckboy'.
Casey funned Zach, saying, "What do you want to do for master now, fuckboy? Tell master."
Zach kept his head down, as required, and said. "Fuck for you, sir."
"I like the way you think, Fuckboy. Beg me though. I need to know how much you need 'toolman' here, up your shitter," Casey barked, whipping his dick back and forth.
"Please, master, please fuck my boy pussy. I need it, sooooooo baaa-aad."
"Excellent, absolutely excellent. Let's have your cunt squat right down here, boy, and ride the rail."
As Zach moved into position over Casey, he squatted down slowly. Casey told him to pull his pucker open as he touched his hole and slid all the way home, with Zach sitting right into his pubes. "Ummmmm, you feel so good around my cock, boy, so good. Sometimes it's hard for me to believe you weren't born with my cock up that hole. I fuckin' belong there. Look how good I fit." Casey laughed into Zach's determined, if sad, face.
"Now, here's how it's gonna be, dickwad. You're the locomotive, and I'm the rail right?"
Zach shook his head vigorously, in agreement.
"Yes," Casey said, "of course, I'm right. Now, I want you to bounce-fuck your boyhole, and take us on a really hot trainride, eh?" Zach was nodding goofy like. Casey continued, and said, "Since you're the train engine, I want to really get into the scene, so I want you to puff, 'Choo-choo, choo-choo....' till I replenish your boiler with fresh joy jam."
Zach didn't even feign agreement, but with the first hump from Casey, Zach got right into fucking himself over Casey's teen rod. Up and down, and over and over, and 'choo-choo, choo-choo', he bounced and fucked and the bed, the squeaks, and groans. 'Choo-choo, choo-choo'. Casey in a building frenzy, yelled at Zach, "Fuck you, boy! Fuck you! Now tell me....tell me!" he ordered.
"Fuck me, sir. Fuck me. Fuuuuuuuckkkkk meeeeeee!" Zach screamed. Zach's joy buzzer, taking a violent rubba-rub from Casey's rammer, had him firing on all cylinders himself, and out of control, and still bouncing, still gasping 'Choo-choo', his boy sperm shot all over them. Gagging while cumming, he still managed, to 'Choo-choo' for the pleasure of his boy master.
"You fuck! You sonovabitch! Take it fucker. Take my jazz! Ahhhhhhhhhh, ohhummunngh." Casey's rocket went off for the second time in 30 minutes, filling his fuckboy's pussy.
Both boys rested in after-cum.
Breathing back to normal, flexing his butt, and spasming one more time up Zach's cunt, he said, "Get your hand down there dirthole, and collect any of my goo. Don't waste that treasure, boy. Eat it, and make sure nothing drips on my bed, hear?" Zach quick-nodded, reaching behind, and raising his butt off Casey's prod. Zach held his hand under his butthole, while Casey whipped his cock back and forth, indicating that a boymouth was required on it. Zach's tongue and lips smothered the cum soaked, butt-slimed cock, sucking every remnant of their fuck, off that boydick. Sitting back up, he showed Casey how he licked the jam from his pucker, out of his hand.
Casey, got up to shower, and called over his shoulder. Getcher ass in here and wash me. Zach crawled to the shower, got the water warm for Casey, crawled in with him, and fingered out Casey's hole, between his toes, tongued his boybox, soaped him head to foot, and turned him around to rinse him clean. Casey looked down through the cascading water, and said, "Kiss master's prong, Fuckboy."
After a long, tongue-sucking kiss on Casey's cockhead, Casey smacked his head aside and stepped out of the shower. Dry me, cuntboy. Zach covered him with the towel, and if not lovingly, he caressingly, patted his master dry.
When Casey got back to his room, he said, "Get dressed, asshole, no socks or sneaks, and get in 'fuckboy'. Zach was so pleased to be dressing, he scampered to his gear and sat down to pull his stuff on.
Casey yelled, "Goddam you! You have to crawl, motherfucker. Wait right there, don't move."
Zach was trembling he was almost released...and safely away from Casey....to...... what?
Casey wrapped the towel around him, and said, "Pick up yer shit!"
Zach grabbed up everything, and followed, c-r-a-w-l-i-n-g this time, out the door. Casey listened for any parental noises. Hearing none, he led the crawling fuckboy down the main stairs, to the front door. He opened the door, looked down at the naked boy on the floor, and said, "Don't wear socks or sneaks home." He grabbed the kid by his arm, yanking him through the doorway onto the deck, on his back, feet in the air, and his clothes all over the walk. "Get the fuck outta here!" Casey roared, and slammed the door.
In spite of Zach's shame and depression, he was able to scurry to get something on him before being seen naked.
Shane, and lifelong buds, Adam and Tommy were tooling from the parking lot home, without any extracurricular backseat activity, or boytoys.
With shouts of getting together sometime over the weekend, Tommy was dropped off, and Shane hit the gas, and they were off to Adam's.
Shane wasn't really thinking about anything much, beating a drum beat on the seat back in keeping with the tune on the radio. Adam's arm was hanging out the window, and he was just lazily head-bobbing to the music.
Shane then said, "Boy, Adam, we've had some good times these last years, eh?"
"I'll say. We sure have our share of fun, and it seems like it even doubled since you got your truck. And now, we're even gettin' our rocks!"
With that, Shane shot a rod in his pants. Damn, you can't let a kid's thoughts go to sex without him throwing a rod! Adam, after bringing it up, was on the pole, too, of course, and was groping his pants.
Shane went on, saying, "You know, with all the years we've spent, practically since diapers, until this week, we've never been naked with each other, except for changing clothes, or gym showers."
Adam was thoughtful, and said, "Hey, yeah. That's right. I never even gave that a thought."
"You know, I've had fun with the fuckboys and stuff this week. Fun like I never dreamed before. But ya know, the times you, me and Tommy spent together, as real close buds, was good, too, different than ever before. Ya know? Special. Maybe even more special than the boy sex romps we had, whatta ya think."
Adam lazily rested his head back and closed his eyes, sighing, saying, "It sure has been a wild time. And yeh, ya know, me and you, well, and Tom, have been like brothers all these years, and I think we got even tighter this week. I can't think of spending a day without us."
Shane's hand, which had been beating the top of Adam's seat back, slipped down and gripped Adam's neck in that brotherly kind of massage-squeeze....moving Adam's neck left and right. It was so relaxing, Adam just let him do it.
Shane had turned and was driving toward the interstate, and as he pulled into the back of the rest area, Adam looked up, and around, and said, "Whut's up?"
Shane parked, leaving the engine on and the music playing, he said to Adam, "This stuff we've been talking about Adam....this means a lot to me, ya know us being good buddies and stuff, and being always together."
"Sure, Shane, me, too," Adam chimed in.
"It means a very great deal to me, Adam, and I want us to have more great times."
Adam nodded, but without knowing where this was going, until Shane, who had dropped his right arm from Adam's neck, to his shoulder. He squeezed, hard, and exerted some effort to turn Adam toward him. Shane had turned and had his right leg up, laying bent at the knee, flat on the seat. His other hand was rubbing his pants. He pulled on Adam's shirt, pulling the reluctant kid toward him. "Comeon Shane, what's with you?" Adam said shaking himself away from Shane.
Shane grabbed Adam's neck with both hands and yanked his face to his own. The shocked kid got scared when he saw the hard stare Shane gave him. He yanked Adam's head down into his lap, and rubbed his face around. Adam couldn't get out of Shane's grip. Struggling, his hands were punching, but he had no angle at anything that could force Shane to let up.
In a muffled scream, he said, "Shane, you don't mean this. Please, Shane....let me up!"
"Adam, I need you to take care of me, bud. After all these years, great times and stuff, and we've been special. I'm needing some help today, bud, and asking you to help me. Just this once, I just need it, Adam. I need you to take care of your best bud. Now, bud."
Adam's arms were tired and Shane's hold was relentlessly ungiving. Shane opened his pants, pushed his shorts band down, and flashed his cock for the first time. With Adam's face buried in his crotch, he hadn't yet realized there was no turning back here. Shane eased up on his neck, just enough to get him a cock smack to Adam's right cheek.
The shock of horror and shame swelled inside Adam, and he begged into Shane's pants, "Oh, my God, Shane, don't. Don't do it. Don't make me. Don't make me a cocksucker. Please don't do thisumphhhunngch!"
Shane quickly released Adam's neck, moving his fingers into his hair, as he shoved his cock into Adam's begging mouth, yanking his mouth down over his boy pleaser. "Suck it boy. Suck it for your best buddy. We've loved each other like brothers, baby. This just seals the deal. Something I'm sure that now you now, you needed....and wanted." Adam squirmed wildly, hearing those words, and knowing what they meant. Tears were welling in his eyes, from the strain and the shame of it all.
"I know what this means to you, Adam. To give me something that makes me happy, and makes you happy, too. Guys don't get the chance to show true friendship, and yeh, love, for their buds. But I knew you would know what was good for us. You'll have lots of times to give me what you know I need, Adam. Lotsa times."
Adam was snotting from crying and trying to breath with a mouth filled with a 5" around, 7" cock.
Shane was pushing himself up now with his left foot on the floor, and was power ramming his tool into Adam's face. He pulled Adam's head back, stretching his neck, as he sought the back of his throat. He looked straight into Adam's strained face, and whispered, "Swallow, Adam. Swallow your best friend. Swallow!" he growled, as his cock sank into the gagging boy's throat. Shane held everything still....and with his right hand to the back of Adam's neck, he reached into center glove box. Adam's eyes and face were in dead stare into Shane's face. Nothing moved, except Adam blinked, slow-ly..... open....then closed. Shane was fumbling around over Adam's head. Ahhhhhhh, the digital camera. Adam's face went sadder, if that was possible, and his eyes just closed. "Open your eyes, Suckboy, open 'em goddamit!"
The poor kid opened his eyes, and Shane snapped a couple of quick shots. Then he started to pump Adam's throat, and the kid was really being pounded. "Keep swallowing over my head boy, it feels so gooooo-ood!"
As Shane reached the edge, and started to cum, he moaned deep in his throat, "Unmmmggnhhh, oh yeah, swallow fucker, again, again, ahhh, whewww!" As his cum ebbed, he pulled his cock from Adam's throat with a, "Thhwucchhhieeck!", and took an extended length photo shoot of Adam licking and sucking Shane's big hog, still pumping his face.
Shane flipped the camera to the back seat, and after a few nice, 'Whap, whap whaps', to Adam's cheek with his boyslab, Shane wiped his cock in Adam's hair, and stuffed himself back in his pants, zipping up. As he turned to put his truck in gear, he looked at Adam, still in the sort of doubled up position he was in during the blowjob. Shane kept his eye on him as Adam finally raised up, but still leaning on one hand, glaring at Shane.....it might have been real hate.
Shane was angry. He threw the truck back in park, and pushed Adam's exhausted body back against the seat. He roughly unbuttoned and unzipped Adam's pants. He pushed them down his legs....pulled his boxers down....they, and Adam's pubes and cock were soggy with cum. Don't you glare at me, Suckboy," pointing to the cum, he said, "you fuckin' got your nut, boy. You got your nut, cocksucker!"
Shane threw the truck back in gear and lurched forward. "I always knew you wanted to be my 'boy'. I saw how jealous you were of Bart and Zach. When we get to my house, let's call your house, and tell 'em you're staying the weekend, Suckboy." He reached behind Adam's neck, squeezed and said, "You did good, buddy. I am so proud of you. You're gonna love Shane....huh? a lot."
Adam was slumped in the seat, his soggy boxers, around his knees, his pants at his ankles. His spent cock lying in the pool of gooey boy jam in his pubes; face and hair all sweaty, with his hair rumpled, with sweat-stuck spikes going in all directions atop his head.
There was a tear in Adam's eye, which now slowly trailed down his cheek. His mind moved in s-l-o-w motion, with an echo .....'cocksucker.....cocksucker..... omigod, I'm a cocksucker.' Please write and tell me if you like my story. Send comments to Jarrod749@aol.com
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