Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2016 08:02:43 +0100 (BST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Quickerjacks 2

QUICKERJACKS 2
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal

Tired of the 30-Chapter Mega-Stories? The following fappers are two BRIEF
works of fiction. Can you race to a cumload in 1,500 words or less? Ehh,
give it a try. It's not like I'm asking for a fucking time committment.

And after you wipe up your mess, please donate to the Nifty Archive
Alliance. Somebody needs to pay the bills while we're all in here
speed-reading and ejaculating.

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Tonight's theme is slightly-awkward unpopular boys, and the lengths they'll
go to for that one special friend.

On with the show.

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3. PLANTING THAT SEED

My last year of college, I rented a room near the school from a single mom
with a 13-year-old son. I was tired of campus housing, tired of partying
not studying. I just needed to get my work done that year someplace quiet,
get my degree and get out of school. My credit load was painful.

Jonah was drop-dead, sweet-geek gorgeous. Awkward, bespectacled,
perpetually horny and totally clueless. He was a 13-year-old, fumbling,
awkward geekboy in heat. Boners visible in his pants 24/7.

You could literally smell his desperation for sex, ANY kind of sex other
than the right-handed manual kind, just rolling off his body. His desire
for playtime was edible in the air.

"Girls don't like him too much," his mom admitted to me in a very quiet
voice once. "He's not very popular."

And then in a conspiratorial whisper, even lower, "I think he masturbates."

Jesus, Sherlock. You think so?

His mom's ridiculous understatment aside, at night Jonah's bedsprings
squeaked like low-oil day at a rusty trampoline factory. And by day, his
lust for ANY kind of sex was like a fog in the room. Like somebody sprayed
bug spray and closed all the windows. His pubescent geek fuckneed was so
great, it was like breathing in too much cloying sweetness. Like inhaling
gobs of honey. It was hard to metabolize him. He caught in the back of my
throat.

Once I'd been there a few weeks and he'd gotten to know me, every question
he asked me was about sex.

Did I ever fuck a girl's pussy? Did I ever fuck a girl's butthole? What was
the difference? What did they feel like? How could he get his cock sucked
before he turned 14? Did I jack off? How many times a day?

"Listen," I said, wanting to see his hard dick. "If you want girls to suck
you off, show them your cock first."

"Ha," he said immediately, but hung on every word.

"Seriously," I said. "Take a bunch of selfies of your wood, man. Do a vid
clip. Jack off and shoot. You can shoot, right?"

"Fuck yeah," he shrugged. "Like to shoot it in a hole somewhere."

"So do it, man. Girls love that shit. Take the password off your phone and
leave it somewhere where some really unpopular girl can find it. She'll get
so wet for your dick she'll be calling you that same night, looking for a
fuck, swear to God. She'll at least give you head."

He looked dubious. Embarrassed. Completely excited. I saw him rub the bone
in his pants.

Now, I didn't give a shit if he got a girl or not. I just wanted to plant
the exposure seed. Take some pics of his cock so I could look at him later
and jack off. I thought I'd have to sneak his phone away the next day. I
didn't expect him to leave it on my bedside table before he slipped off for
school with a note attached saying, "You mean like this?"

I damn-near knocked a bottle of Dasani off my nightstand as I grabbed for
his phone. I opened his camera roll, and sure enough, there were nine, ten,
eleven dick pics of his shiny, slender boy bone. There was spit or lube on
it. Magnificent skinny stalk and mushroom red crown.

And a single video clip, close-up of Jonah's cock and flapping hand, his
voice in the background grunting "Nnngh, nnngh, fuck your hole, fuck your
hole" as he jerked off and shuddered and the camera caught his seizure as a
few watery drops of boysperm globbed off the end of his dickslit before he
wiped his shiny mess on his bedsheet and stopped the clip.

"Oh fuck, Jonah," I groaned, spitting in my hand, reaching under the covers
and stroking myself to a glorious cum.

I wrote him a note back and left the phone on his bedside table:

"That's great, man. Girls will love you if you show them that."

The next morning, I woke up and his phone was back in my room. No note this
time.

I opened up the camera roll and the dick pics were gone, replaced by full
length naked shots of Jonah, standing in his room in front of his
dresser. All with his glasses on. All totally naked. And the final one,
Jonah holding a note out, showing it to me.

"I don't like girls. I like you better. Do you like me?"

I just about came in my pants. I had to stand up and pace the room. I
didn't go to classes that day.

When 3:35 rolled around and I heard him come in the door downstairs, a full
hour before his mom got home, I closed my window shade, made my room dark,
stood next to my bed, and I waited and prayed.

Sure enough, Jonah tapped on my door.

"Come in, man," I said in a husky voice.

He noticed the dark and nodded approvingly. "You get my note?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I sure did."

The rest of it happened so fast. I still don't believe he did it.

He walked up to me shaky, scared, hot, embarrassed, but lust blasting off
of him. Sweet honey in the rock.

"Don't talk," he said. "Don't look at me while I do it."

I didn't. I was dumbstruck.

He dropped to his knees in front of me. He fumbled with my belt. My
snap. My zipper. He pulled my jeans down. Then my boxers. My hard dick
sprang free.

And then his perfect mouth was on my cock like a leech.

"Jesus, Jonah," I whispered. "Slow down. Go slower."

He nodded his head "no" and kept sucking harder. Faster.

No, Jonah did NOT go slower. Jonah needed to do this hungrily, more than
patience would allow.

He was fumbling, amateurish, completely bad at it. Several times, he choked
on me. Gagged on my length, Scraped me with his front teeth.

But he was so excited. So eager to do this. I put my hands on the back of
his head to guide him. He moaned when I grabbed his head and started
guiding him.

I was so close already. Ready to fire off.

"You want it in your mouth?" I asked him. "You want me to shoot?"

"Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!" he whimpered quickly. Urgently. Grabbing me harder.

"Good," I whispered quietly. Grunted. "Good boy."

I grabbed his head and I yanked his gullet down on me. He gagged. I throat
fucked him. Impolitely.

"Eat it then," I growled at him.

And that was it.

"NNNNGGGGH!"

I unloaded into his mouth, his throat. He gurgled and gagged. He jumped in
surprised but never took his mouth off me. I heard him sputter. He almost
dry heaved. He didn't expect that much. I felt his throat muscles gobbling,
trying to keep up.

"Salty," he coughed. "Salty and thick."

He stood up. His dick was still hard. I was going to offer him
reciprocation, but that's not what he had in mind. He bent over my
bed. Spread his butt cheeks apart.

"Do it in my butt. Put it inside me and squirt in me."

He was commanding.

"Whoa, slow down, Jonah. I have to recharge."

"Do it," he whined. "I did it with Steve once, my cousin. He's big like
you. It only hurts at first."

He spread his asshole open for me. He gyrated impatiently while I spit on
my cock and rubbed it around his rosebud. Twisted his hole against me,
ass-gobbling for it until I was hard again.

"Do it," he hissed, almost mean. "Fuck my butt."

I pressed forward. He winced hard as it went in. His leg muscles got super
tense, then relaxed.

"Yesssss," he grunted as I bore in and deep-dicked him. "You wanna fuck
that hole hard? I like it in there."

His black nerd glasses slipped up and down on the sweat of his nose as I
fucked him and I smelled the rolling heat of his asshole in the air.

Minutes later, I was cumming in him, shaking on my tiptoes, listening to
his haunting, grunting little fuckmoans, hearing him growl out "yessssss"
and shaking like a leaf, spasming hotly.

'Gonna fuck you next," he panted. "Stick it in YOUR hole next time."

I felt his ass muscles milk my cock as I stood there in a rented bedroom, a
college kid at 22, balls deep in his 13-year-old boycunt, about to be his
bitch. That was a hot summer for both of us. Me fucking him, then him
fucking me.

Planting that seed.

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4. IVAN GETS GUARDED

I picture Ivan as the nerdy boy nobody likes in school. The one who wears
glasses and really bad clothes.

But at the pool with his glasses off and his hair all flat and stringy, his
body all wet and glistening with water, he was actually kind of cute. In
fact, arousingly so.

I was a 19-year-old lifeguard at the resort that summer, working my way
through my sophomore year of college. I got to sit in one of the three tall
lifeguard posts and watch the boys who came to swim. Women with tits held
no attraction for me. Little girls with puffy pussy mounds? Keep `em. Boys
8-14? Right in my comfort zone. Ivan was one of the zone boys.

My mind reeled with fantasy. What if the girls in his class won't give him
the time of day, but he catches the eye of the college kid lifeguard? Say I
hang out with him this week while he and his mom are vacationing here at
the resort. Say I invite him to play games in the arcade or something?

Say this lifeguard college guy, 19-years-old and a boylover since birth,
smells 13-year-old possibility and pussy in the air and "befriends" this
boy (read "grooms" this boy), and eventually takes in him up into an empty
hotel room, whose it doesn't matter, and fucks him.

The 13-year-old doesn't necessarily like getting butt fucked, but he likes
the 19-year-old's attention, so he grits his teeth and goes through with
it, because he wants to make a friend. Especially an older, cooler
friend. It's kind of sad and poignant really, but I don't care, because
Ivan's ass is super tight and I know I'm going to like all those cute
little unsure getting-used-to-it whimpers he'll make, because I'm, of
course, the cool guy. I'm, of course, the lifeguard. And when I cum up his
butt, Ivan knows this is how friends pay off friends when one is popular
and one is not. It's reality. It's pecking order. You bend a
little. Sometimes a lot.

But as of today, Ivan and I haven't fucked. Yet.

He comes out of the pool, and sits with his mom, and his mom gives him a
cupcake. Who brings a cupcake to a pool? Crazy bitch. She takes it out of a
plastic Igloo cooler, red with a white handle, and he eats it. He gets
white frosting all over his lips. I sit up in my lifeguard perch begging
God to make my hard dick go down before somebody sees it.

"You like frosting on your lips, you little fucker" I whisper under my
breath. "I'll give you some nice sweet frosting on your lips. Open up and
suck on this big fucker, cupcake."

I really didn't have a plan for him at that point. I just wanted to take
him into a room somewhere, stare at his lips all sticky with buttercream,
and jack off and slap him with my cockhead and curse at him.

"Eat my fucking cock, little cuntcake."

"I gotta get sunscreen, Mom," says in a voice still high and unbroken.

"It's still in the suitcase I think," she says drowsy. She fishes in her
pool bag and hands him the key card to the room, lays back down to continue
tanning, and he turns to go.

"Hurry back," she mumbles. "So I don't worry."

"Kay," he says. I moan inside when he says "Kay." So perfect. So boyish.

"Noah," I say to the guard below me. "Hop up in my perch a sec. I gotta
take a shit." Which I don't.

I stride real fast to catch up with Ivan. He's already through the doors
and almost to the elevators. I catch him as he hits the up arrow. The door
dings open immediately; a rarity.

I stand on one side, he stands on the other side. I'm at the panel.

"What floor?" I ask him.

"12," he smiles.

"13," I say casually, and I punch both floors.

"You a lifeguard?" he says, pointing at the word lifeguard at my shirt.

"Yeah," I grin. "The best one ever."

He blushes. It's adorable.

We start our ascent and I stare at him zealously. Leering and he knows
it. His naked chest and boy titties are showing. I want to lick them
both. Left, then right. He knows I'm looking at him and he squirms and he
blushes. He fidgets.

"It's hot," he says quietly. "I'm getting sunscreen."

"Your chest is red," I tell him, softly, I reach out and put my hand over
his left nipple. "You're hot right here."

His eyes go wide and he jumps back.

"Sorry," I laugh, pulling my hand back. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"No," he said, blushing. "You just gave me goosebumps, that's all."

He stares at me in amazement. That was bold and he knows it.

The door to the elevator opens up.

In fantasy, I follow him to his hotel room where he urgently asks me
inside.

"I'll give you goosebumps, you little cupcake boybitch."

There's a jar of Vaseline on the bedside table.

"Hurry," he says. "My mom is waiting."

I pull down his swim trunks and his skinny ass is gorgeous. Lean and
inviting and whiter than the rest of him. Nerd boy ass. The kind that needs
a fuck friend.

I grab the Vaseline and pull my own shorts down. He gasps when he sees the
bigness of me. I lube. He bends over the bed. He spreads his ass
cheeks. Choirs of angels sing in my head.

"Lick it first," he whispers, embarrassed. "Lick my You Know."

He calls it his "You Know."

Christ.

I eat him out. Greedy tongue and full-press face mashing. He tastes beyond
great. He tastes like Dr. Pepper and pennies. Sweetness and copper.

I stick my lubed cock at his entrance and pause.

"Push it," he says. "We have to go fast. Push it in."

I push. Wiggle at his rosebud. First sphincter, pop. Second sphincter,
"Ouch." Wince and hiss. Try it again. Go again slower. Glory. And pop.

I fuck him up the ass.

"Do more," he says. "Go in farther and pull my hair."

I reach for his hair. It's wet and slippery. A little bit of water and a
whole lot of boy sweat. I suck his salty neck while I fuck him. He squeezes
his cunt and he groans when I do this. He's done this before. Lots of
times.

"Gonna nut inside you, little man."

"Go!" he hisses. "Do it! Hurry!"

I grab his skinny hips, dig in, ram deep and blow my whole wad into him.

Ivan grunts and angry "Yesssss!" and I hear angels sing again.

I pull out fast and I wipe it on his ass cheek and he hikes up his shorts
and grabs his sunscreen and we part ways in the hall. "I should go down
alone," he says. "So she doesn't see us come down together."

He waddles off sore-assed, my cum still gurgling in his ass like a fresh
pot of soup, and a few stray glops run out of his asshole and down the
inside of his thigh.

That's what happens in fantasy, anyway.

In reality, his eyes go wide and he jumps back.

"Sorry," I laugh, pulling my hand back from his chest. "I didn't mean to
scare you."

"No," he said, blushing. "You just gave me goosebumps, that's all."

He stares at me in amazement. That was bold and he knows it.

The door to the elevator opens up, and I hold out my hand to stop it from
closing.

Ivan smiles and says, "This is me."

"This is you," I say. And I smile again.

"I'm Ivan, he says.

"I'm Benj," I say, holding out my hand.

He shakes it softly in a delicate embrace. Holds it a little too
long. Looks in my eyes, searching for something. What? Kindness?

I touch his chest again, where I touched it before. He shivers this time,
but he doesn't jump back. I can see his goosebumps. He lets me leave my
hand there.

"Want to hang out sometime, Ivan? In the game room or something?"

He lights up. "Oh yes."

He says it like that.

"Oh yes. I do."

"Good," I say, and I let go of the door. "See you later then, Ivan."

I flash him my charming smile. The one that seals it.

"Five? In the game room? I ask him.

"Kay," he smiles, and the door closes shut.

Two days later, I'm bending him over the hotel bed for real. Only this time
he's super new at. It took me way longer to get it all the way in him than
I thought it would, and he doesn't ask me to pull his hair and go harder
when we do it. He just says "ow," and "slow down" a whole lot.

But Ivan's a sport and he takes it like a champ. He knows we'll do fun
stuff in the game room later. And hang out. And be friends and stuff.
13-year-old Ivan doesn't have many friends, but here at the resort, he's
got the coolest friend of them all. Other kids are jealous. He's got the
19-year-old lifeguard paying attention to him.

Ivan needed a friend this week, and I was there to fill his vacancy.

He supplied the whimpers, passivity and the wince-gritted willingness.

I supplied the Vaseline.

And Ivan got guarded.

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