Date: Sun, 25 May 2008 23:35:25 EDT
From: Glaucon55@aol.com
Subject: Dana Chronicles No. 2

Dana Chronicles Pt.2 [teenMMM/M b/d]
Sun, October 18, 1998-Revised Sun, May 12, 2008
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Author Contact:Glaucon55@aol.com

Reader Comments welcomed.  I am revising this story and posting it on Nifty
at the request of readers.  It's hard to imagine that ten years have passed
since I first wrote it.  Please feel free to make suggestions and offer me
your thoughts.  As always, the remarkable things I learn from many of you
end up as elements of my stories.
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NOTICE:  All the Standard warnings about being of age, being aware of your
community standards apply to the following story!  Please read no farther
if you are underage 18/21--or live in a conservative area--or are offended
by explicit sexual stories. 
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This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone is strictly
coincidental. 
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Synopsis:  Three high school kids find ways to shoot cum and subdue
friends, each other and hunky older guys to wring ejaculation after
ejaculation from them. 
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Each Guy Gets His Due

After our evening of fun with Tan's delicious boy body, we drove home late
in the hours of the early morning, afraid our parents would catch us.  We
had to turn the lights off on the van when we got to Donny's house.  Tan
was supposed to be driving, so we had to sneak into the garage quietly,
take him upstairs, strip him down and put him into his bed.  Boy, was his
cock going to be worn out the next morning.  He would act as if nothing
happened after each time we played around with him, determined or unable to
face fact of the games we played.  It was like an unspoken thing among
guys, getting drunk or stoned and fucking around was OK, but the notion
that we'd admit to doing queer shit was out of the question.  In a way,
that made it all the more fun.  Once you had a guy going, he wasn't likely
to stop, but we never had to face the wrath from an outraged macho dude,
cause no one wanted to admit that he'd been sucked, fucked, and drained. We
never referred to what we did, and Tan and other guys we made never let on
that they knew what happened when they were fucked-up.  But Tan shot more
sperm that year than in any other in his life I'd bet.

After Donny let us into the house to help him put Tan in bed, he came back
down to the garage to let us out and lock up.  That's when Rick and I
jumped him.  It was unsaid, but after we had worked Tan's dick or any other
guy's, then we had to get our rocks off.  Like I said, as long as there was
no queer, lovey-dovey shit, it was OK, so if you got jumped then you could
at least pretend that you were putting up a fight.  We took one of Donny's
brother's jock straps out of the laundry bin, still damp and starchy from
earlier in the day, and stuck it into his mouth.  He yelled half-heartedly
through the gag, but we all knew no one would hear him since the garage was
on the back side of the house away from the upstairs bedrooms.  We wrestled
him over to his dad's work bench, and we roped his hands over his head to
the vice on the end of the bench.  Then we took his legs and tied them one
at a time over his head, to the rack above the same end of the bench. I
jammed an old pillow that was in the garage under his lower back to give
him support, and now we had the fucker where we wanted him, and where he
knew we'd have him sooner or later.  That's how it always happened.  Two
guys would over power the third so the last guy couldn't be blamed for
whatever happened.

We yanked off Donny's dirty Chuck Taylor high tops, and pulled off his damp
white sweat socks.  His big pale feet were totally exposed, and we knew
what would make old Donny's rod go rock hard.  His fifteen year old feet
were strong and muscled for his age from years of running around and
playing sports, but that was because Donny was mature for his age.  He had
hair all over his body, expecially under his arms, around his balls, and up
the crack of his ass.  The black hair contrasted to his pale skin, and
ruddy appearance.  His feet were almost pink, they were so pale.  His toes
were long and thick, and curved under.  His arch was high, and his foot was
wide at the ball.  For a kid, he had big feet, just like his dick; at age
fifteen he already wore size elevens.  His dick was like his feet,
oversized for his age, already nine inches when he was hard. And man, that
cock was his best feature; long, thin and slightly bowed to the side, with
a giant knob on the end.  We ignored all the squawking that Donny was doing
behind the gag, as we unloosened his jeans, and yanked them just below his
hips...enough to get at his prick.  I slid one hand up under his t-shirt
and began to rub my dry, but rough finger pads over his pebbled tits.

Donny's tits were little rubbery mounds, not cones like Tan's.  The hard
little gristle nubs would add starch to Donny's dick, making his dick head
expand and grow stiff as the tit tips when they were tickled.  Basically,
you could almost jerk Donny off with his titties.  I pulled, rubbed,
scratched and tugged gently, getting the big dummy to squirm and start
moving his head back and forth.  Donny was a perfect fuck machine, made to
cum.  Once you got him going, he was never gonna stop until he got off...he
was just addicted to ejaculation.  Fuck, it's all he talked about
anyway...and now, once we got his tits worked and his prick hard, he was
gonna give it up like he always did.  He started to sweat, and the smell of
his rank boy body got me hard as a rock in my jeans.  With my other hand, I
grabbed one of his Dad's bristle brushes from the tool rack, and began to
slowly draw it up and down the sole and arch of Donny's big boy feet that
were sticking up over his head.  That did it...the fucker began to howl and
jerk, trying to move his feet, and flicking his long toes from the
maddening sensation of the bristles on them.  Jesus I loved staring at his
feet, seeing his strong toes wriggling helplessly, as we tickled them
senseless.  He laughed, cried and howled through his gag, curling those
long toes, but I kept at it while my fingers rolled and gently twisted his
now hardened tit nubs.  I liked scratching the tits when I dragged the
brush over his soles, because the confusing sensations would cause his dick
to be helpless to the relentless assault of Rick's fist.

Rick had found the right way to handle Donny's fat knob.  He pulled on an
old batting glove that was crusted and dirty he found near the bin that
held all the family sports gear in the garage.  Then he slopped on two big
dollops of silicon grease he found with Donny's father's tool supplies.
With Donny's legs drawn up over his head, his long fuck stick was suspended
towards his face.  Rick used one greased finger on the other hand to tickle
the lips of Donny's hairy asshole, and then he grasped the big rod in his
other greasy, gloved hand.  Between my brush and finger action, and Rick's
glove and finger action, helpless Donny did not have a chance.  Fuck, I
almost wished it was me instead of him...seeing his hard teenage body
surrender to our merciless molestation. Donny's eyes went wide as he
squealed and yelled into the jock gag, unable to stop the overwhelming
sensations that were racking his body.  When Rick torqued his fist around
the dripping knob of Donny's boy dick and wormed his finger up the kid's
ass to the first knuckle, Donny's toes curled tight, his tits went rock
hard, and he squirted six long arching wads of thick, white, boy scum onto
his face and gag.  For good measure, Rick used the thumb trick on Donny's
piss lips after his balls had drained, and only scum was dripping from the
fat helmet.  Donny whined behind his gag, his hands scrabbling wildly, as
the torturing finger made his knob stay hard from the ticklish sensation,
and his curled toes turned almost white from the strain of resisting the
awful sensation.  We loosened Donny's arms, and his legs.  He lay on the
table, his dick semi-hard and wet, his face covered in boy cream as we
quickly walked out the door, snickering and shoving each other.  Fuck it
made my dick so hard to make my buddy shoot his load.  There was something
great about getting a guy to nut his gism while you were working his
precious cock without his consent.



Rick's Surprise

Rick and I walked out of the garage, and headed back down the street to our
homes.  We lived just one block from Donny's, on the same street.  It was
1:30 am, and in our part of town, everyone was in bed.  I asked Rick if I
could come up to his room, my own cock still leaking and rubbing against my
ragged briefs under my jeans.  He had told me that his folks were gone for
the weekend, and his siblings were out doing their thing.  He said sure,
figuring we'd get off somehow, but he didn't know that I had a special deal
in mind for our games that night.

By the time Rick knew what hit him, after we arrived at his bedroom, it was
too late.  I had him trussed up on his bed, arms tied to his ankles, with
his baseball bat as a spreader bar to keep his feet secured wide apart.  I
used a big pillow his mom had in the den downstairs as a bolster behind him
to support his back.  I had him gagged with his own damp sweatsocks.

Rick's a dirty blond, with dark roots, eyebrows, crotch and pit hair.  But
on his legs, arms, chest, and ass, the thick curly hairs are blond.  Like
Donny, he's a mature fifteen and hairy for his age, almost like he was a
boy in a man's body.  His dick is absolutely fine, six inches of thick wide
gristle, with a big plum knob—where Donny was long thin and curved, Rick
was short, wide and fat, but straight.  You can't tell the difference
between the thickness of his cock and his dick head, they are the
same...big, and in the showers at school it always seems his dick is kinda
half hard...one of those cocks that's always in between half-stiff and
fully bonered.  He's got two big balls that hang down in a sack that's
always hot, sweaty and starchy.  I love smelling his nuts whenever we mess
around.

While he was tied down, I went through the house looking into the drawers
of his parents and brothers to see what I could find.  I found a wicked
vibrator in his parent's room, with attachments.  It was one of those probe
dildos, with a thin, flexible nodule at the end, with some bumps on it.  In
the laundry I found some clothes pins, and in his brother's bathroom I
found a toothbrush...of course.  When I went back to Rick's room and he saw
what I had, he broke out in a sweat, his boy pits exuding a sweet
adolescent smell, and his balls wafting up odors like a young billy
goat—like me he'd been leaking a storm wile we worked Donny, and now his
big boy nuts were scented from the exertion and ready to be milked.  I got
down between his spread legs, and slipped my head underneath them to get at
his ass.  The dark brown hair filled his crack, and his butt cheeks flexed
as I blew a stream of my breath through pursed lips, and drank in the
sweaty, but not stink, odors.  As I inhaled the stale, sweaty ass-smell, I
began to tickle and scratch the asslips with my broken index fingernail.
Like always, his ass muscles clenched.  I took some hair tonic from the
bathroom, and coated my finger.  Then I gently tickled and prodded my
finger all around his little anal knot, worrying the little hole, making
him work desperately to keep my insistent digit out of his boy butt, just
as Donny had tried to keep his finger out earlier.  But he couldn't hold
out forever, and when I reached up to roll one of his hard tits, he lost
focus and I slipped my greasy finger to the first knuckle into his tight
ass.  He bucked, and he yelled behind the gag, but I ignored every
"uuuummmmppphhhh" and "aaaaaaaaggggggghhhh" that came from him, knowing
that eventually he'd give in and his grunts would turn to groans of
excruciating pleasure.  Fuck, I clenched my own ass cheeks as I tickled my
way into his rectum, knowing how that awesome ache felt, when something was
sliding up your boy pussy.  While I wiggled my finger in his butt, rotating
it and gently fucking it back and forth, I used the fingers on my other
hand to lightly stroke his dick knob.  Making my fingers like a spider, I
grazed my nails around the flange, causing his cock to spasm from the
maddening tickle.  Between my finger in his butt, and my nails on his cock
tip, Rick was groaning and turning his dick over to me to work some spunk
from his nuts, his eyes rolling and his own, long jock toes flexing and
stretching spasmodically.

I gently popped my finger out from his ass, and wiped it off on his shorts.
Then I greased up the thin dildo probe as he watched wide eyed, shaking his
head back and forth to say "NO!" emphatically while I smiled wickedly.  He
was yelling into his gag frantically, but I just smiled and kept lubing.
Then I put my hand to my ear and gave a quizzical expression as if to say,
"what, I can't hear you."  Then I held the greased, thin probe up in my
hand, and switched its vibrator on.  The thing buzzed and shook slightly in
my fist, and I moved it towards Rick's torso.  With that same mischievous
smile I applied it to his stiff little tit nubs, making them thrust
involuntarily toward the buzzing wand, trying to tickle and soothe them all
at the same time.  Rick's eyes closed and he began to breathe rapidly as
the wand made his tits and his prick go absolutely stiff.  Then I moved it
down, as Rick's opened suddenly to watch, descending toward his navel.
When I reached that hairy little portal, after tickling the wand back and
forth over his studly boy abdominal muscles, I thrust the thing into his
hairy navel hole.  Some dudes are just fucking ticklish, and Rick, in spite
of his strong, athletic body, and cool confidence, went ballistic when he
was tickled.  He bucked and I laughed, as I fucked the wand in, out and
around the navel, and used my other hand to ply his sensitive tits.  Now he
lost it...unable to control himself any longer, bouncing his ass on the bed
and hands scrabbling wildly as my fingers and the wand drove him insane.
His long toes curled and stretched, spasmodically, every muscle straining
and working to obtain its freedom.  Then I decided it was time for the coup
de grace, and so I dragged the whirring wand down to each of his big boy
nuts.  Holding the sack, I pressed the buzzing end against each nut, making
Rick's eyes roll, and his dick drip long strands of clear pre-cum.  Round
and round I went, making his stomach flutter from the handling of his big
boy nuts, and their sensitivity as his bucking wore down, and his yelling
into the gag became more like groaning.  After I finished with both nuts, I
dragged the thing up and down the sides of his raging boner, buzzing his
head for only a moment, and giving his circumcision scar some quick
attention as well.  Rick's abundant pre-fuck, drooled from the wide piss
lips and coated his boner cap, making the work of the wand both slippery
and ticklish at the same time, eliciting yelps from Rick each time I
flicked it against the corona or over the scar.  I avoided the glans,
saving that for later.

Then it was down again under his spread legs, using the wand up and down
his hairy and taut thighs, making him squirm and gasp from the tickling
sensation.  Slowly, but surely, I worked up into the space between his big
nuts and his asshole.  Rick's got one of those connections that sorta hangs
between a guys ass cheeks when he's on all fours, a sweet little pouch
that's so sensitive to the touch and separates his sperm bank from his
asshole.  I buzzed that little pouch firmly, making Rick's thighs strain to
close, and his asshole clench helplessly between the hairy cheeks.  But he
knew where I was going...and that he couldn't stop me.  I let the wand play
from back and forth on his frenum, and then gradually worked it toward the
taut butt cheeks.  The space that leads his asshole is hairy, but the way
he was tied, he couldn't clench the cheeks together like he wanted.  He
could make them firm, but there was a space into which my finger could
lodge.  Using my other hand, I spread his cheeks enough to expose the hairy
little rosebud, and without much ado, applied the buzzing tip of the wand
to the hole.  "AAAAAHHHHHH, he whined, his ass bouncing again from the
sensitive application of the brainless apparatus to his private, exposed
anus.

Rick tried to jump up off the bed, but with his arms tethered to his
ankles, and torso bowed backwards, plus his legs were kept apart by the
baseball bat, so he was unable to do much more than make the bed bounce.  I
buzzed and buzzed that hole, using my other finger to apply more grease,
and even slip more up his anal tract.  Finally, I put some pressure to the
wand, and even though he fought it, I slowly inserted it in his ass.  This
invasion was more diligent that the one with my finger, and I probed until
I hit his boy nut.  Jeez did that kid jerk and wail.  A long stream of cock
lube dripped down from his long, wide piss lips.  I had found the magic
button, and I continued to poke it until the fucker was grinding his ass to
give his own boy pussy a good work out.  I lodged the bottom of the
whirring wand against the pillow and bed, and then switched it to low.
Rick was in teenage heat...aaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh he moaned as his
ass ground back and forth, trying both to elude and at the same time to rub
against the throbbing fullness buzzing up his asshole.  I clipped both his
rubbery tits with the clothespins that poked through more blond hair than a
fifteen year old should have on his chest.  Then I pulled his cock down,
now made painfully rigid by the massage of his prostrate.  Using the
toothbrush, I began a systematic and relentless scrubbing of his dick knob
with his brother's toothbrush.  Rick's long toes curled tight and his
fingers scrabbled and jerked, and sweat poured from his armpits.  His
groans, turned into whines and wails, as the wicked bristles scratched
gently back and forth against the glassy knob of his aching boner, making
sure to torture not damage my buddy's pride and joy.  I used the lube that
leaked steadily from his pisslips, to lubricate the path of the brush, and
focusing on the flange and the smooth pisslips, till I drove the kid wild.
After his knob was firey red, and hard as a rock, I licked my palm and
fingers, and grasped his turgid bone.  With a sure grip, and a gentle but
steady frig, I jerked that big blond kid till his fat dick spat eight long
ropes of boy cum up into the air.  He yelled through the whole cum, and
bounced his ass on the probe until I thought he'd hurt himself.

I reached under him, and slowly extracted the buzzing probe.  I wiped it
off, and then began running the thing all over his body once again.  He
hadn't had time to come down, but I know from experience, that Rick could
cum in five minutes.  I tickled the buzzing dildo under his arm pits, into
his navel, under this chin and in his ears, and even on his flexing toes.
As I moved the dildo back and forth, I used the sperm to lube my fist as I
began a steady and straightforward masturbation of his big boy dick.  Jesus
I love the way he squirmed, looking to avoid the maddening sensation of the
buzzing dildo, while he was being wanked towards his second cum. At the
end, the fucker used my fist as a pussy.  I held my hand in a circle, and
he fucked it, grinding his dick any way he could into my fist.  Finally,
with a giant groan and spasm, the little jerk artist stiffened and pushed
his cock rapidly back and forth in my fist, shooting streams of jism to
coat my palm which I then used to rub his ticklish dick head until he fell
over on his side, still trussed up, trying to avoid my tantilizing grip.

I wanted to stay and jerk him off once more, but I knew it was time to get
home.  I untied his arms, and left him to release his legs, and clean
himself up.  I knew I'd pay sometime for that little game, but fuck was it
fun.

My Rubdown

When I got up to my room, I went into the closet and pulled out a shoe box
I had behind some other stuff.  I opened it, and the rank smell of cum hit
my nose.  There was an old sweatsock that I had cut to dick length.
Looking at it made me remember the first time I had used it.  My cousin
Zack had come down from Wisconsin to visit.  He was sixteen, and I had been
fourteen last summer when he stayed for three weeks.  Me and the guys had
been playing with our pricks since we were thirteen, but we'd never gotten
another guy into our games, until Zack visited.

Zack liked to brag and tell fuck stories.  The way he told it, he'd had
more pussy than most guys in their twenties, but the three of us just
smiled and noticed how his shorts bulged every time he told a story.  I
persuaded the guys to hide in the garage the first Friday night while my
Mom and Dad were out at the movies.  Zack and I had stripped down to our
briefs and were shooting the shit about the tits on some gal in the movie
we were watching in the family room next to the garage.  But I noticed that
once Zack got to talking sex and shit, his dick hardened up again, and he'd
tugged on it, grabbed it kinda unconscious like, and acted like he didn't
even notice that he had a boner.  I made up an excuse to go into the
kitchen and get some soft drinks, and when I did, I let Donny and Rick in
the house.  They snuck over to the couch where Zack was sitting sprawled
out in his tented briefs, and when we jumped him, he hardly knew what hit
him.  In about five minutes, we had him tied for fun.  Donny had stuck one
of Zack's white crew socks in his own mouth, and tied it in place.  We
stretched old Zack to the four corners of the guest bed upstairs, and tied
him spread eagle.  Then each of us picked up toothbrush and got to work.

Shit, did that boy howl behind the gag, and bounce on the bed like we'd
poured a jar of fire ants over him.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE...OOOOOOOOHHHHHH...AAAAAAAHHHH!" I used my brush on
his taut abdomen, rubbing the stiff bristles into the crevices made by his
firm muscles, and deep into his wide, hairy navel, searching for lint and
the tender ticklish nub in the well of his "inny."  Donny was concentrating
on the inside of his thighs, right up to the scrunched up briefs jammed up
his hairy ass crack.  And Rick was down at the boy's feet, finding out how
those strong, long toes looked when they curled and stretched vainly to
escape the relentless bristles.  Donny finally sprung old Zacky's prick, a
eight inch banana that curled toward his navel.  The big knob was wider
that the long, think stalk and it was sticky with boy sap.  Donny made a
big show of slipping on a batting glove, and squirting some lubricant on
the fingers and in the palm.  Then he grasped that big boy dick, and
closing his fist around the big plum, just slowly roiled and rolled that
fucker, till Zack's legs went taut, and he howled as he squirted ten long
ropes of teen boy scum.  From that night on, for the remainder of Zack's
visit, we milked that kid.  My favorite was when we made him tell us ways
to beat him off to stop us from tickling him.  We chose the best, Rick's
finger up the hairy asshole, me rolling his tits, and Donny doing the
honors with the cotton sweat sock.  Some guys are made to cum, and my
cousin Zack was surely one of the best scum shooters I've ever seen.  Every
time I see that sock, I think of old Zacky.  I'm hoping he comes to visit
again this summer.  The guys and I have some new tricks for him.

I poured in some lube I had snuck from my parent's stash inside the crusty
sock, and then coated my cock.  My jeans were jammed down at the tops of my
sneaks, and I put my feet on the edge of my bed, up near my ass.  Then I
grasped my waving boner and began to slide that slippery sock up and down
my rod.  The sweet ache took over, and my fist moved as if I had no
control.  I had to jerk my meat, to torture the slick, smooth knob, torture
my fuck stick until it shot its load of scum.  Up and down, up and down,
"aaaaaaagggggggghhhhh" I moaned, yyyeeeeaaaaaahhhhh...aaaaawwwwww
fuuuuuccccckkkkk...!"  "Make me cum," I whispered, "beat my boy dick until
I can't control myself...aaaaaaggggghhhhh!"  In seconds, I was bouncing all
over othe bed, and my cock fucked the sock like it was some slimy pussy,
grazing my aching boner against the rough, slippery cotton, till I couldn't
stand the sensation.  Then without warning, my seven inch dick went rigid,
and the knob bulged obscenely.  I shoved the sock around my dick head one
last time and torqued it at the same time...gasped, whined and shot streams
of sloppy teenage crud into it.  Fuck, that's what teenage boys live
for...to maul and beat their hard dicks till they shoot gobs of spooge and
to satisfy the awful itch that develops on their bulging cock knobs.  This
had been such an awesome day, milking Tan, draining Donny and fucking Rick
into submission, I had to beat my meat and grind its sticky, wet knob into
the sock or I would have exploded.

I rolled over, grinding my dick into the sock and my fist, unable to stop
the sweet torture, rubbing my big boy boner and my ticklish knob again and
again against the rough material, trying to subdue the extreme sensations.
Fuck...what a cum!  After I cleaned up, I fell asleep dreaming of what I
had in my mind for Dana; and thinking how my buddies and I could turn that
studly teenage wrestler into a helpless jack-off slave, ready to drop his
pants for any guy who wanted to wank him.  Even as I slept, my unruly boy
dick got hard again, and in my sleep, I was grinding it into the mattress,
using my long thick toes to gain leverage as I gently and unconsciously
fucked my bed.  In at least three houses in our neighborhood, the teenage
dicks were still unsatisfied, and the desire to cream and shoot cum was
continuing to fester in the nasty dreams that were floating through teen
boy brains that night.