Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2005 09:43:19 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Baseball, Boys and other Toys.  Chapter 5.

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. Baseball, Boys and
other Toys.  Chapter 5.


"Rrrmppf! Uurrpp! Phhmlfk!" smorffed Nathan.

Pat was being really rough now with Nate. His prick was snapping and bobbing
off and over the kid's nose as Natey's face was whipped left and right. At one
point, he pulled Nate's head under his nuts while pushing the cock under his
chin till it snapped back up and splattered prick drizz in Nate's eyes. It
didn't matter if Nate knew that things had turned at least a bit darkly from just
a few minutes ago when he sucked his first load of boy jizz. It didn't
matter....because he was cock deep into it again. Pat's forceful hands were ham
slammin' his cock poker into the kid's throat over and over and making Nate choke
and cough and gag, and and and....oh lookit man....lookit his tongue now as
Pat slowed down....swirling over and around that buddy sausage.

The spit and prefuck goo was bubbling up and out over the top of Pat's
reaming rammer. Pat was entranced with the site of his own big wide boy slab
appearing and disappearing in the mouth of a buddy. It would never be the same. They
would never be the same.

The telltale trembling loss of control gripped Patrick from the tail of his
spine, down through his inner thighs, and out to the ends of his hairs.
"Errrrrrrrohhhhhhhh! Uhhhhnnnnggghh! Ohgodddd! Ohgodogodohgod!" He blowed his first
shot into the back of Natey's mouth!

"Guhwwrrglgg!" was the first sound from Nathan after Pat's mighty first
spooge. Then, somehow, Pat straightened up and with a grip on his pecker, he eased
it to the end of Nate's tongue while he kept spoozing. How he got enough
control to pull back out in this state of boy wracking cum is amazing in itself. He
watched his spurting pricktoy pump silvery cumcurd out onto his pal's tongue!
"Oh god, Natey! That is sooo hottt!!! Spoooch my jam up around my prick with
yur tongue....yehhh...like'at....curdle it up while I push back and forth
through that slimey fuckslop. Oh pretty baby....so gooey....so pretty. Oh man! We
gotta do this again with the camera so's you can see it! Oh manoman!"

This might be the first time Nathan heard from his fuckfeeding friend that
this wasn't gonna be the last time for this....if he actually had mind enough to
understand what he was hearing.

Then Pat pulled his semihard meat from Nate's lips.....it seemed to be
connected by a hundred cumstrings. He thumbed Nate's lower jaw down while pushing
his head back. He watched as his joyjelly, his gloppy sperm syrup, seeped down
the back of Nate's tongue, while Nate was "Guck-gurch-urrkl"ing with the spit
and jizz oozing into his throat. Then he pushed Nate's maw closed and rubbed
his neck till he felt Nate's adam's apple bob the teenscum down his throat.

Nate was coming down from the body quivering tension of straining to take
buddy prick for so many long minutes in such tortured positions Patrick put his
face and neck through, let alone the gasping search for air when his throat was
either stuffed with dick-knob, spitty prefuck or teenjam.

Pat's hand was running over his bud's naked shoulder and back as he guided
him onto his back, completely in the driver's seat of the open air VW. The dim
light in the darkened garage gave an eeriness to the scene as Pat's half-hard
peter arched above Nathan's head where it lay between Pat's thighs as Pat
leaned in over him to pull his legs up and out over his head. Feverishly, the newly
horning teen whipped the baseball pants off Nathan's ankles and stripped the
stirrups and socks off. Nate's clothes were scattered all around the floor of
the garage now. Holding his bud's heels together in one hand, he punched the
kid's soles with the other getting yowls from Natey below him. Pat shoved three
fingers into Nate's mouth. When he felt saliva slicking and bubbling around
them he yanked them out of the glucking teen's face and wiped them through
Nate's tail crease. He pulled the muscled bubble butt cheeks of the well built
athlete apart now, and then respittied his fingers down into Nate's mouth. Again
he swiped buttslot, but this time his thumb dug into his buddy's moist
browneye. He dug in....dug down...Nate whined....he screeled.....tears welled in his
eyes.....and Pat's thumb broke through shortstop pussy for the first time! He
wormed it all around relentlessly. He was fascinated with the hot wet slick
feel of Natey-hole. His prick snapped hard against his belly instantly!

Baseball, Boys and other Toys.  Chapter 5.

Oh mannnnn! Pat didn't know enough yet to realize he coulda just stood up on
the seat, straddling buddybutt, and rammed his porker right through Nathan's
assring backward... ....well maybe that's for another time....

He whirled his pal around on the small of his back, scrunching him against
and past the steering wheel till Nate's ass was smiling at him facing out the
driver's side door. Ohhhh Pat's thumb was still firmly hooked inside Nate's
boyhole the whole time.

Pat hocked up a gob of spit and lobbed it right at the crook of his thumb up
inside Nathan. With his other thumb, he sqwoozed the bubbly mouth spooge in
and around Natey's bunger and then slipped the second thumb inside his bud
alongside the first.
"H-o-t-t-t-t-t-t! Natey...Ha-ah-ottttt! dude. We definitely gettin'at camera
later man! You gotta see whut yur hole looks like INSIDE fucker! Oh man! The
slippery skins in dere are all shiny and squirmy and innin' and outin' like
they winkin' at me."

"Ohhhhhh..." Nathan moaned more from embarrassment than anything. The shame
of havin' his naked teen boyass on display, even though it was just in the dark
confines of Pat's garage, was almost too much to endure.

"Schhfftttt!" Pat shot another spitwad. This time he fired it perfectly into
that buddyhole pulled wide by Pat's thumbs, and he watched it ooze deep inside
to extra moist up the soon to be deflowered pussyboy cunt of his best friend.

Pat let Nathan's ass drop down slowly, till his pucker was eye-high to his
leaking cockhead which seemed to have a mind of its own as it surged forward
while Natey whined and welled up from the tearing straining on his bunghole lips.
Nate actually felt relief from the pain as Patrick's soft meaty headpiece
entered boybung. It was the releasing thumbs and the warm moist prefuck-covered
cockhead that soothed his painful pucker lips and gave him respite for that
short moment. Then it seemed like a neverending surge of friction pain as the
entire girth of Pat's hefty buddy sausage gave Nathan a new adventure in searing
pain. Nathan's cries achieved higher, and yet higher pitches and echoed around
the empty garage.

Then all was quiet save for the whimpering fucktool quivering in the bottom
of the driver's seat impaled on his buddy's balls-deep rod of boyjoy.

Pat leered down at his captive fuckbuddy, and wiggle-humped him in
non-pulling rutfucks.
Nathan's whimpers became higher pitched stammering whines. His face a
question mark as he peered into Pat's toothy grin high above him. Was Pat hurting
him? 'What was this gonna be?' he was wanting to know. He and Pat were like
brothers...felt each other's pain and all. Neither had ever purposely gived the
other any pain....ever. 'What WAS this?' Nathan wanted....needed....to know.

"Rrrmmmmmm," Pat groaned and then ran shivers up his spine as he pulled the
beef from Nate's bung all the way to his cock crown, and then held....trembling
with the excitement. The excitement of the twingy-tingles of a boy's
super-thrilled cockhead....the immense feel of building friction frenzy when the skins
rubbed so tightly together inside his friend....the total charge of boy being
man in his first ever FUCK!!!! He was fucking! He was fucking his friend! The
friend he'd joked and funned with over what it would be like to bury their
teenmeat up inside some dumb cunt. And here...here he was burying his teenmeat
in the boy he'd dreamed about it with.

Everything snapped! He ram-fucked his best friend in one ham-slammin' surge
to the bottom getting a "Harrrrmmmphhh!" from his gassed fuckbuddy. Nathan felt
like there was no more air to breathe. No matter how he tried, the shock and
force of Patrick's now raging, frenetic fuck-pummeling of his all but numbed
boyhole did not let him suck in enough air to ease the scaries he was feeling.
"Huckff! Uccghh! Uh! Huhh!" Natey quaffed  little mouthcups of air as he
bounced up onto Patrick's fuckpole again and again and again.

The thrill of it all was to be short-lived if nothing but for the new thrills
the boy was feeling as he reamed ass for the first time. Up to now....the
closest he'd ever come to fucking anything was his poor abused pillow....oh yeh,
there was that thawed chicken in the fridge that time. An'ways now...well now,
there'd be no more need for pillows when he could have a real live moist,
pricksucking boycunt hole to vacuum his ever hard teen dick. Ohhh and the
swarshing, wriggling tongue muscle working out behind those tight, swollen Natey
lips. Ohhhh mannnnn! "This is what it's all about!" Patrick, lost in his
fantasies, blurted out to the confused fucktool under his assault.

Short rut-bangin' butt-snapping boyfucks were followed by a screaming meemie
as Patrick sent his voluminous cockshot up inside Nathan for the first ever
time! With sweat glistening and dripping from his face, Patrick gritted his
teeth as he shuddered from the throes of his afterfuck. Nathan was coming out of
the senseless trance he'd gone into in all the confusion of teen excitement and
boffbouncing boy fuck, and actually felt the sweat dripping from Patrick's
freckled nose and hairline.

He gently reached up for his friend and his palms slid on the sweaty boytrunk
and his hands rubbed Pat's pecs, nips and armpits for the first time, before
clasping behind Pat's neck. He pulled up toward Pat's face and Pat just folded
on down over him. A full calm came over both boys as they settled in the
sqwoosh of the fucksauce deep inside Nathan with his buddy's prick scriggling into
it making no sound at all as the teen's hard cock churned the cumcurd it was
buried in. It took on heat again and Pat felt that tingle signaling the call
to fuck boypussy....one more time!

He seemed to force himself forward with his thighs pushing Nate's lower back
high up against them. Pat's steeled cock seemed three inches wide as it bent
back into him still lodged deep inside Nathan as he got to his feet on the edge
of the driver's seat. The pressure off his newly down driving prick, he heard
Nathan "Ohh-uh-oh-oh--uh--uh--uhuh!" grunt from the piston power of his best
friend's newly fired cockthruster.

Some of the cockfucking reamage was actually drawing the previously spent wad
of fuckjelly up along the pumping boyshaft and the sweat slick, spittied-up
buddy cunt became a symphony of velcro 'Shhhkkk-shhkkkk' refrains. Oh mannn.
The smells of boy'roma fuckfunk coupled with the sounds of grunting boys surging
for their nut has no equal in teen dream fantasies. The new angle of pounding
prick brought Nathan to new feels of breath-taking teenfuck need inspite of
his fetal contortion as he peered through their outstretched arms, straining
for breath with his neck bent up watching his own boytool leaking silver seed
down onto his ripples of skin scrunched up below his rib cage.....and
then...."Ohgodddddddddddd!" is all Nate wailed as he shot the fiercest ever cum he'd
ever had. The splurts of teencream actually 'glopped' and 'splopped' to his chest
in 7 rapid-fire bursts from his toyboy gun.

His bucking, sphinctering pussy hole gave Patrick a whole new pleasure jolt
of fevered friction to his pummeling boy fuck that he was going off inside
Nathan within seconds into his buddy's pulsing pucker. "Fuck you Natey. FUCK you!
Fuck YOU!!!! You got it man! You got it. My fuck. My tool! MY NUT MANNNN!"

In a flurry of butts, arms, legs, feet and dicks, Pat had Nathan hanging half
out of the car through the door his bare feet hanging to the garage floor.
"Take it tool man! Take my tool!" Pat smacked his Nate-tail-slime-twice-cummed
cock against Nathan's lips again and again, and then jammed it through his
mouth cunt. Nate kept blinking with each smack and from the aftershot splattering
off the cock head and out of the droozing pisshole.

"Say 'H'lo' to yur new master, dickweed!" Pat roared to garage echoes as he
pulled the still super hard prickmeat from Nathan's mouth and beat it around
his face. "Stick yer tongue out, man. STICK IT OUT!" Pat yelled. Nathan
tentatively conceded and sticked out his young teen taster. "Hold it out...keep it
out!" Nathan held it out with his mouth open getting dry from the air while his
rasper quivered in wait.

"Say 'H'lo!' boy. Nathan, I'm saying, say 'H'lo!' to yer new master, dude,"
Pat was laying his hefty cock tight onto Nate's tongue rubbing it around then
raising it off and then doing it over again, and over again, and over again,
while telling him to 'say hello to his new master'.

For maybe the first time, in spite of all the horrors Patrick had subjected
him to in the last hour, Nathan was really worried. His facial expression
showed the real worry fearies through the sweat, spit and cum splatter covering his
face.

"Uh...uh..mmm...hullo," Natey shamefully said, blushing beet red while
staring into Pat's eyes questioning what his friend was doing to him.

"Don't talk to ME man, you be talking to yur
new...'SPLAT....fuckin'....SPLAT!....master ....'SPLAT!....here!"

With the soppy hard prick pasted right to the end of his tongue, Nathan
stared almost crossed-eyed down at the throbbing tool being rubbed on his tongue
tip and said, "Thhwullo...thwir."

Pat laughed out loud so hard he almost slipped off the edge of the car seat.
Then he coddled the back and Natey's neck and kneaded it. After all Nate had
strained and pained taking off his buddy, this seeming brotherly massage made
him feel so warm and good, and he looked back up to Pat's eyes with his
rotating head working side to side from the soothes of the massage. He looked up with
a swoony trance-like smile, at the boy he'd called 'best friend' for all
these years.

He felt warm. He was also trembling from finally being calmed enough to feel
the cooling sweat drying on his naked skins. His toes wiggled against each
other on the runner of the car door....and then they just curled tightly under as
his feet jerked up! Pat's cock had surged to the back of Natey's throat,
"Gwallkkk!!!"


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