Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2005 12:16:17 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Quarry Hole. Chapter 15.

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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. Quarry
Hole. Chapter 15.

Boy...it's been a while.

We got seven funnin' schoolboys who hit the quarry every afternoon after
school for some skinny dippin' and horseplay.

The seven quarry boys are fair skinned and hairless, with average dick
thickness, unless noted.

Shuey is 5'5"--lt brown flat, wispy hair, green eyes, turned up small nose, a
waif-like body...120 lbs, 5+" hard, freckles around nose and upper cheeks and
shoulders

Paul is 5'7" --dark brown short hair, blue eyes, straight slender nose,
defined though very slender body...135 lb, 5" hard

Kurt is 5'9" --dirty blond crewcut hair, brown eyes, 150 lbs, sinewy body,
straight nose, a lil wider than the others, with a little turnup at the end,
freckles everywhere, 5.5", uncut.

Mark is 5'8" --black crewcut hair, black eyes, defined, and a little stocky,
wider nosed, with rounded tip, 150 lbs, 6", chipped rt front tooth...

Scott is also 5'8"--gold blond wavy hair, deep blue eyes, sinewy like Kurt,
140 lbs,
straight but flatish nose, a hint of a boxer's, 5.5" thick dick

Joey and Jerry could be twins, at 5'7", dark brown hair and eyes, olive skin
with a little more meat than Shue and Paul, but similar slim builds at 130+
lbs, with thin straight noses.
Joey is not quite 5" hard.
Jerry is 7"...the big dude of the bunch

They're all in the same grade and Paul and Shuey were outed that day when for
some reason after all the years they all funned together growing up...this
day...they kept their boxers on when the others stripped naked. They were
tenting their shorts and it wasn't lost on the others, and particularly Kurt, the
ringleader of their little posse.

In a fast shuffle, there was an ass and shorts grabbin scuffle, and Shuey and
Paulie were eatin' cock and giving up their boycunts fer their buds by
twilight.

Kurt honcho'd the take down. That night, Mark and Scott who lived on the same
street agreed to meet after dinner and talk it all out. It was preying on
their minds that they had taken down their buds. Aimlessly they wandered to
Kurt's. Afterall, Kurt had been the roughest and was the instigator of all their
craziness. But when they got to Kurt's driveway, they heard tough talk from the
basement window.

Peering down, there was tuffboy Kurt naked on his knees being dick-smacked by
three older kids and ordered to blow cock. They thought one of the guys
tormenting Kurt was his own big brother, but they couldn't see faces...only big
dicks! The two pals couldn't get outta there fast enough. Two shocks to their
psyche in one day! First Paul and Shuey....now Kurt.

They ran to two of the other kids and told them what they saw. Joe and Jerry
listened in awe as night fell.

Paul and Shuey, at one of their homes together that night, cried on each
others shoulders after dinner in the first open knowledge that they were gay
boys....and didn't know what this would all mean....their friends and all.

Thereafter and for several days, Kurt, Paul and Shuey were the targets of the
quarry boys' newly recognized boysex fun at the quarry...annnnnd....Kurt was
also taking it at school.

A couple of raucous cafeteria scenes resulted in Kurt suckin' off Scott and
Mark on successive days, bareass naked under their lunch table. They even asked
for kids at nearby tables to raise hands whoever wanted to be blowed by Kurt
at the Quarry. There were two feary, yet anxious volunteers....Graig, who was
turned into a fuckboy himself, and Sean, who brought along his older brother,
Rory.

The older dudes subbing Kurt in his basement that night did include, John,
his big brother, who had been enjoying Kurt's 'service' since the years he was
still baby-sitting him. John also found Graig naked on the sidewalk after the
quarry boys had put him down naked on the way home from the swimmin' hole, and
left him on his back alone, beating off.

John picked him up in his truck and took him home where he began training him
along with giving Kurt to him to 'play' with for a while. Graig was made to
know he was in 'service' to John now, and was to be at John's work, a machine
shop, the next day after school...to be his 'apprentice.'

When last we checked in on them, Graig was in a van outside John's shop
waiting for John and the other guys to finish their jobs for the day, after they
had 'showed him the ropes' on their break.

At the quarry, the second of Kurt's cocksuck volunteers, Sean, was given the
time of his life....and a surprise. Sean got himself blowed and got to fuck
boyass for the first time...shocked to find out that the boyhole he had pumped
the shit out of twice during the afternoon was his own older brother....who the
rest of the quarry boys had banged out as well....when they weren't getting
blowed by him. Last we saw, Sean and Rory were alone on the quarry ledge, with
Sean screaming at Rory while he sat on his chest beating his face with his boy
dick and telling him he owned his fuckin' older brother, his fuckin' mouth
and his ass.

The night before, Scott had met up with Mark and they stopped off at the
softball field for a respite. While they sat in the grass in the infield, they
realized the talk was getting them horny, and they wuz both finger-funnin' with
their dicks through their pants. Before long Scott coaxed Mark to play with
him, and then got him to suck him off. When Mark asked for a return suck, Scott
reneged and subjected Mark to another blowjob...and they both knew Mark
'belonged' to Scott now. Scott took his buddy's ass there in the infield that night,
too.

Quarry Hole.  Chapter 15

That brings us to the late afternoon the next day, and we see John and his
fellow machine workers leaving the shop and heading for the van in the
lot....and Graig. Jake wasn't with them, but John was joined by the others, Dave, and
Pete who owned the van.

They opened the back of the van and were rewarded with the site of Graig,
right where they left him after break, strung naked, wrists shackled from the
ceiling of the van spread-eagled, his bare ankles fastened to the floor with
lashing and hooks on the walls. He looked like a giant, pinky-white boy 'X' as
they hopped in and closed the doors. They had found two used rubbers in the van
from their last double date and had slipped them on Graig's big toes before
they went back into work. They looked like tiny flippers when Graig's toes
wiggled.

Dave got right to it, pulling his meat from his fly and spit lubing it. As he
rubbed himself hard from behind the wide-eyed, short's-in-his-mouth-gagged
Graig, Dave plugged their boycunt and Graig lurched forward and back from the
pounding Dave gave him. Graig's suspended naked form rippled and bucked forward
and back as Dave pummeled boy pussy.

John gripped Graig's leaking dick, stood hard to the boy's face, hawked up a
goober and spit all over the little dick's face. They all laughed. Dave pulled
out without shooting and Pete took a turn....then John.

Pete started the van and John got out to get to his own truck. That left Dave
in the back with Graig who they had uncoupled from his shackles. Sprawled on
his belly between Dave's legs, Graig went about sucking him off, guided by
Dave's hands pressed to the top and back of the kid's head. "Uhhhnnneeuunnkkff!"
squeached Graig from deep inside where his throat hole was being tormented by
one fat cockhead.

Pulling off to a quiet wooded area, the van and John's truck following,
pulled up and John rejoined the others as they put Graig through his paces. They
crawled him out of the truck on a leash. Made him beg for dick, which they gave
him inch after inch and over and over, pumping his face over their big cocks
and into their bellies and cockhairs. He took every one of their loads, and
licked their fuckwillies clean as a whistle after each one. The flush-faced
sweaty kid kneeled with his hands up and cupped like a doggie while all three guys
drained their piss into his mouth...and all over him for that matter. John
then pulled some spray wash from his truck and sprayed the kid from his hair to
his feet after yelling that the young fucker stunk like a fuckin' whore. They
emptied a camping water bag from the van over him and Graig wailed from the
cold shower. They made him roll over like a puppy in the grass, then run around
the truck to dry off while they each downed another beer each. They got an
extra fun when they tripped him each time he came 'round the truck and sent him
sprawling on his face.

When he was stopped he was ordered to kneel, 'paws' up, and John said, "You
did good, for a first day apprentice, cuntboy. We'll be having you at the shop
every Wednesday fum now on. Bring 3 foot lengths of rubber hose for us to
'train' you with, and report to the shop at our afternoon break like today." The
boy's face went dark, with head hung low when he realized this was only the
beginning.

"Now kiss yur 'instructors' good bye and git'cher ass in the truck," John
directed. Graig crawled to Dave and was gonna kiss his cheek, only to be yanked
onto his cock. "Gimme a good sloppy smacker on dere, kid!"

After slop-kissing Dave's dick, he crawled to Pete and repeated the
full-lipped kiss, when Pete said..."Gimme a l'il knobber' a'fore you go."

Graig didn't know whut he meant and looked up to his face, where he saw Pete
making like a fish mouth with his tongue swirling inside his puckered lips,
and said, "Do like that, but just on my knob. There just ain't nothin' like a
good 'knobber,'" Pete said to his buds.

Graig winced inside himself and suck-knobbed Pete's prick till John yanked on
his leash and pulled till Graig crawled to the truck and inside while Pete
collected the kid's clothes and threw them in with him.

The doors all slammed and the engines started and with billows of dust, the
vehicles went their ways....Pete to drop off Dave at home, and John for home
and a night of 'fun' with Graig, and Kurt, his buds, and maybe a few pizza
delivery boys? The back of John's right hand smashed Graig's cheek and he held out
the cell phone to him. "Tell your folks whut fun your gonna have at yur pal
Kurt's house tonight and you'll be sleeping over."
A whimpering, stung-faced Graig, dialed his number when he calmed down, and
got approval for the stayover.

During this stuff at the machine shop and out in the woods, back at the
quarry:

After cock-smacking his big brother's face, pasting it with dick drizzle
seeping from his peter, Sean let Rory up and booted him in the ass with his bare
foot as the older kid reached down to get his clothes, barking "Fuckin' queer!"
 Then Sean made Rory dress him....kissing each boy part he dressed before
hand. Once Sean was sneakered up and ready, he made Rory carry his own clothes
and made him crawl naked up the path to the road. At one point he just couldn't
resist that bubble butt before him with those cheeks clenching and opening,
balls swinging underneath, as his big brother crawled ahead. He stopped Rory and
whipped his dick out and pissed into Rory's crack...up and down, into his
nutbag...splooooshing out everywhere and spraying up on to his back and over his
upturned feet. Snickering, he called out, "Mush...move out," as he finished
and holstered his gun. Sean let Rory put on his boxers at the road, and made him
walk behind him the rest of the way home all but naked and barefoot. Every
once in a while, he made Rory crawl.

When they got home, their mom was up in the kitchen getting dinner, while
Sean ushered his new big brother slave into the basement shower. He snapped his
fingers and pointed to the tub floor where Rory sullenly kneeled. Sean made
like a doggie and sticked out his tongue instructively, and Rory's face jutted
forward with his tongue fully extended over his lip....quivering....waiting....

Sean smiled....whut fun they were gonna have from here on!


Mark and Scott broke off from the others as they reached their street. True
to his promise about Mark serving him after 'Quarry' every day, Scott
immediately, arm-cuffed the top of his bud's head and pulled him tight into his
shoulder. "It's after quarry, dude. Time to put out fer yer bud, right? RIGHT!!!!?"

"Ye----yehhhsssshh!" Mark strained to answer in this uncomfortable
position...his face pulled hard almost into Scott's pit.

"Yer folks ain't home till late, right?" Scott asked to Mark's 'yes' nod.
"Good. I think ahm gonna have you in yer own bed this afternoon. This ways you
can sniff and lick my smells and dick spoo off yer sheets after I leave....if I
don't stay over, and fuck yer brains out all night....Ahhhhhhahaha!" Scott
bellowed his laughter at Mark's expense as he freed his head and shoved him ahead.

At the walk to Mark's front door they turned up and when they got to the
steps, Scott sat on the top step, rubbing his fly....running his licky tongue
across his lips. Mark immediately feared up. Gripping his chest, Mark pleaded, "No
Scott...pleeese...no...not here!" His head snapped left and right and across
the street....."Anybody could see us....meeeee. Puhhhhhhleeeeeeze???!"

Scott howled, and said, "Knees, cocksucker!"

Scott sneered as Mark took forever to get down on his knees on the bottom
step....face-high to Scott's crotch. "Come ONNNNNNN, pussyboy! You can't eat'cher
afterschool snack while it's still in the package, dude....GET IT OUT!"

Across the street 3 young dudes were just coming out of one of the houses
with a wiffle bat and ball.


Bentley was waiting when John got home with Graig in tow.

They never called him anything but Bentley, and no one really knew if it was
his first name or last. The only thing that did matter was that
Bentley...well, he knew stuff: about making money and funnin' with dudes he found around
town...even had his own little boi cadre which as a matter of fact, was with him
this day as well. John had called him the night before when they put the wood
to Brice and realized there could be money in their 'play'....and Bentley...he
knew 'bout money and business.

As John lighted from his truck, Bentley's own young dudes scrambled out of
the passenger side of his car, nattily attired in their tan Dockers cargo
shorts, loafers without socks, and blue oxford button-down shirts, flanking the
'Benter'. He nodded to them whereupon they immediately went about unloading the
trunk to haul out all manner of audio/visual equipment, carrying it to the front
door of the house.

John and Bentley shook hands, and except for smiles on their faces, they said
nothing and knew what they were about as they followed the twin-like teens
into the house. Then John poked his head back out the door and with two spread
fingers to his mouth he whistled and the door of the truck flew open and a
naked Graig crawled out and down to the pavement, then across the grass to the
door and in past John to kneel in the hall with his 'paws' up for orders.

John turned and left him there ignored as he slammed the door and whistled to
the upstairs. There were a few bumps and thumps and soon a naked Kurt came
crawling down from his room for the newest torment his brother had in store.
Collar and butt plug in place, he quivered at the bottom of the stairs, on his
knees, 'paws' up. John ignored him as well, and went on in to observe Bentley's
set up of the equipment. Geez, there were cameras, lights, TV hookups, and a
computer and webcam.

A futon was pulled out into the center of the living room around which the
A/V stuff was being arrayed.

The kneeling Kurt looked shamefully at the equally kneeling Graig from
opposite ends of the hallway. There were no smiles...maybe just awareness...both had
a bit of the shakes, but both were more than happy at being ignored for the
time being at least.

It was closing in on 7 PM and soon John's buds, Derek and Rich would be
showing.

TV switched on, Bentley took his position with a leg hanging over the arm of
an easy chair and switched on the puter, TV, and cams with his remote. The
monitors came to life with different angles of the futon on the screens. "Git the
dorks in here," Bentley called to a nodding John, who just snapped his
fingers and the two fuckboys crawled their bare asses in from the hallway and
kneeled up for directions.

"You," John ordered Kurt, "get on the futon lounge on yer back." Kurt
scrambled over to the futon and laid himself out bare to the whole wide room. With a
few hand gestures, Bentley had his boy team adjust cam angles and stuff, and
then waved them to a corner where they both got on their knees, hands clasped
behind.

"Legs up, l'il bro....lessee that pussy." When Kurt complied, butt plug and
all, John smiled broadly at Bentley, who smiled back said....."Ahhhhh, yes,
John mah mannn, it will be fine play tonight....a fine play indeed. You leave the
cash 'rangements to me....you'll be cut in fairly, and our boy tools will
have their enticements as well. Ever'thin' will be nice...
v-e-r-r-y nice."

John grabbed Graig by his fine light brown hair, and guided him in a knee
waddle to the space between Kurt's legs. "Check out yer buddy's funk there boy.
Eat 'im out....and I wanna hear that tongue shlikkin', smuppin' and sloppin'.
After a bit, I better hear some 'thwukkkin' too, when yur tongue surprises the
insides of fuckhead's hole."

With the faintest of nods, Graig stuck his face right into Kurt's crack and
started licking like there was no tomorrow. The 'shlikkier' and 'shlukkier' the
tongue swarshing, the wider came the smiles on the older teen lechers' faces.

Meanwhile, John went over to the corner and asked Bentley's boys their names.
"Straightening up to attention on their knees, they successively barked,
"One, sir." "Two, sir."
John got the picture, smiled and looked back over his shoulder at Bentley,
who leered a smile back.

John went off into the kitchen and returned with a 1/4 keg iced in a tub and
wrapped in a quilt blanket. He maneuvered it with a handtruck to the back
wall. Pumping it, he produced mugs for himself and Bentley, who quaffed his in
almost a single chug-a-lug gulp, handing it back to John for refilling. Doing so,
they both sat to enjoy the opening act of the evening.

Over the next half hour, the two fucktools were ordered to 69 toes, dicks,
balls and assholes. Neither was allowed to cum. Then the kids were ordered off
the futon and to service John and Bentley. First order of business was their
feet. The boys removed the masters' sneaks and socks, laid to their bellies on
the floor and went about licking and chewing manboy ankles, feet and toes. It
was the sounds that always got John going. When he could hear his brother's
tongue working between his legs or toes, he would shiver and tingle all over from
the excitement....not to mention the wildness of that flailing boy tongue
working his most sensitive parts.

This whole thing started the night before, when the pizza boy ended up the
main course in a smorgasfuckboi party. 'Brice'...the pizza delivery kid was
literally consumed by the sights, sounds and smells of the moment, and sort of
became part of a scheme that could make some cash for the dudes involved. It was
tonight that Brice would recruit a buddy pizza delivery boy, and bring him to
John's for 'training' and readiness for the new 'business.'

With much fanfare, Rich and Derek burst through the door and shouted their
joy at the site of the keg and the naked cuntboys eating feet on their bellies.

Bounding past the action they each filled a mug, slugged down a few gulps,
burped, a thereby announced their readiness for the scene. Rich reached down and
yanked at Kurt's butt plug, evoking a grunt from the toe sucking teen.

Soon the kids were turned over on their backs to lick the bottoms and balls
of the guys' feet. Derek scooched a chair up, stripped off shoes and socks and
started diddling both naked dudes on the floor with his toes to their nipples,
pits, dicks and balls. Then he dueled John's feet for some tongue action.

Bentley was left without interference.

Brice was to bring two pizzas with him on his final run and bring the buddy
with him.

By now, Kurt had been returned to the futon, and they installed Graig's cock
up the kid's formerly butt plugged hole.  Graig was made to ease the plug out
Kurt's bunger and lick it clean while he started his rhythmic boy rut. They
told Graig to merely 'play' in Kurt's bung, and not to go for a nut.

The steady flex of Graig's tight bubblebutt cheeks was a sight to behold. All
four guys watching the methodic boyfucking drifted into a sort of trance.
Lips were being licked by quavering tongues....hands and fingers absently moved
between each guy's legs....the fidgeting and butt hunching against chair seats
and cushions was now continuous, and disorderly....the heat....innnnnn-tense.
The incessant sounds of the shhlikking moist dick pumping into the sweaty boy
butt...ohhhhhh....sounded like a mooshy velcro strip being opened over and
over.

Kurt looked up into his fucker's face....a scene he had become all too
familiar with over the last several years....only the face of his impaler changed
periodically....but....the rhythm, the butt-plunging, never ending fucking just
went on and on, day after day....and yet there was always that twitch....that
itch in his hole....that need for boy cock.

The bell rang, and John slowly rose. The pizzas...and the little two legged
toppings....were at hand.

The boys lurched through the doorway and waited for John to close the door.
Bentley appeared at the alcove to the hallway and held out a hand to greet
whichever boy came first....Brice....as it turned out. Being more familiar with
the surroundings, Brice was a little more loose than his buddy.

"Hey, boy, whutsyername?" John asked as he put a coddling hand to the new
boy's shoulder and neck, guiding him toward the living room, as he took the two
pizza boxes from him.

"Chipper...uh, Chip the guys call me....sir," he offered.

"Well....Chip it is then. I presume our little friend Brice here has clued
you about the boy fun we arranged for tonight?"

A weak smile up to John from Chipper betrayed a little wariness...maybe a
lot, but, he WAS here...sooooo....

Bentley, with an arm around Brice now, reached over to shake hands with Chip,
and then produced a $50 bill for Brice, and a twenty for Chip, whose eyes
darted back and forth between the bills in their hands, and maybe alarmed a bit
at the disparity.

Bentley raised a calming hand that said, 'Lemme explain,' and Chip smiled
when he was told that Brice had been through the routine and is already a part of
the new boy team. If Chipper fits in as well, then payments would equalize.

Never one to waste words, Bentley walked Chipper into the living room where
the kid gawked...mouth dropped open at the site of a naked butt fucker before
him, humping to a rhythm, with someone's feet up over his shoulders, foot
bottoms bobbing up and back, facing him. There was no way for Chip to know yet,
that the other player was another boy. The images on the tv and computer clearly
showed Kurt pumping his prick to the same rhythm Graig was fucking him....but
Chip was too shocked to make any sense of this....there was just too much to
see, to try to grasp...and then Bentley blurted out shamey questions....like...
.."You virgin, boy?"

Chip's head shook 'Yes' then 'No'....then 'Yes' but he couldn't say anything.
Bentley reminded him of the $20 he had given him by squeezing Chip's fingers
around the bill crumpled in his clammy palm, and then he moved to the couch
and Brice and Chip sat to either side of him. Arms around both boys' shoulders,
he kneaded the back of their necks....constantly. The boys would absently
scrunch their necks out and back like geese into the pleasure of the kneading
fingers, and then Bentley...and John....watched....and waited....for the boys'
pants to eventually tent.

Like the charming of a snake, both boys' cocks rose hard in their pants and
now Bentley was ready to intro Chip to the action of the evening....and his
near future as well.

He turned to Brice, and said...."You know the funs don'tchu boy?" Brice
anxiously nodded. He was hot as a firecracker now and wanted in on Graig and Kurt
whose rutting action before him had nearly put him in a trance. "Then go to it,
boy!"
Brice lurched off the couch and still fully dressed, stood above and
straddling the naked Kurt, pulling down the waist band of his cargo shorts and hefted
his 5 inch-plus prick over it and against Graig's lips.

Chipper gulped and jolted when he watched Brice's dick flop over his
waistband and disappear into Graig's mouth. His hand went to his leaky boy meat in his
pants and squeezed...ohhhhh soooooo harrrrddd! The tingly shivers coursed his
every fiber.
He was squirming, and his toyboy butt was digging deeper into the couch...his
boxers working their way up into his crack. He was also rubbing back and
forth almost imperceptibly against Bentley, while his neck was still being
massaged.

Without looking into Chip's hazel wild eyes, Bentley just kept up the
soothing monotone....
"Hot boy ain't he? That Brice....see that driz leaking fum his dick when he
fed it to Graig.
Graig's tongue...lookit how it swipes out underneath, and then 'longside yur
bud's peter while he pumps the kid's face." Bentley's hand moved to Chip's
back where he smoothed it up and down his spine re-doubling Chipper's shivering
and quaking. He'd never been this close to sex...let alone
boy....sex....cock....ever.

Every time Bentley reached the band of Chip's pants, the tips of his fingers
slid in a little, then a little more, then more....each time. It reached a
point where with each finger incursion now Chipper would buck forward, then ooze
back into the fingers which now diddled at his tail bone just above the
separation of his butt cheeks.

"Yur bud's gettin' sweaty, boy....why don'tchu go over and help him off wit'
his clothes while he's busy fuck-feedin' that boycuntface in fronna him."

The cherubic milky-white skinned boy looked up. Bentley spoke without looking
at Chip. Chip's wavy, golden hair flopped a little to the side above his left
eye. He was by far the pretty boy of the night. The prize. The treasure.
Bentley moved slowly so as not to mess up his developing control of this golden
boy.

His middle finger dug into Chipper's crack just below his tailbone and gave
the slightest hint of a push in and up, and the kid came up out of the couch
and moved toward his buddy Brice like a fuckin' zombie. He looked back at
Bentley for approval as he reached a shaking hand to Brice's tee emblazoned with
'Domi's Pizza Shop'.

Bentley just nodded, and Chip pulled up on the shirt and with sweat beading
on Brice's face and showing dampness in the upper back, neck band and chest of
the shirt, he was pleased to be rid of it, and raised his arms as the shirt
went up over his head. Bentley crooked his finger at Chip while he crumpled the
tee shirt absently in his fingers. When Chip bent down to him, Bentley said,
"Smell it boy....smell that...that's yer buddy smells in there." Chip looked
questioningly down at Bentley, and then Bentley eased the tee shirt in the kid's
hand up into his face....."Breathe deeeeeeep...breathe in Brice's smell....
breathe him in boy."
Then Bentley realized he might be on a roll here with Chipper and wanted to
build on the momentum. He coddled Chip's neck again and guided his face into
Brice's armpit as he raised up the other kid's arm. Cheek to cheek with Chipper,
Bentley swiped his tongue out past Chip's lip and into Brice's pit, then he
pushed Chip's face hard to the boy pit...."Lick it boy....taste 'im...taste yer
bud....dooooooo itttttttt...." he whispered hoarsely....his fingers digging
into the boy's crack through his pants. Chipper rutted up and forward against
Brice's hip when Bentley sqootched at his boytail. Bentley was actually getting
worked up in spite of his usual self discipline. Thennnnn...he all but
swooned when he saw Chipper lick-suck Brice's armpit....digging his face in
deeper.....licking faster....harder....spit was starting to drool from the corner of
his mouth....ohhhhhhh....and was droozing down Brice's side!

Breathless....Chip finally pulled his face out of Brice's pit and when he got
some air and was starting back in for more, Bentley motioned for him to get
the rest of the boy's clothes off. More aggressively now, Chipper almost
methodically stripped Brice....pants, sneaks, green plaid boxers....socks.

With the boxers and socks in his hands, Chipper looked to Bentley
expectantly. Bentley pushed his palm into his face. Chipper automatically pushed Brice's
shorts and socks to his nose and mimicked the deep breath Bentley was taking,
drawing his head up and back. He guided Chip to hold onto Brice's shoulders
when he saw Brice start to short stroke and tremble.
Bentley wanted Chip to feel his buddy getting his nut...wanted the trembling
to pass through to Chip....wanted him to feel his buddy cumming....the thrill
of watching and feeling buddy cum....wanted him to need it.

Chip's breath went short....Brice was bucking like an animal and then shot
his body forward hard and
held...."Nnnnnnnngggghhhh...uhhh..huhhhh....soooooogooood....ohhhhh!!"
Chipper held on. His fingers dug into the sweat beading on Brice's shoulders.
His cock was steeled!

Bentley snapped his fingers to 'One' and 'Two' who came flying from the
corner and in the most quiet, brisk moves had Chipper naked to the whistles of
Rich, Derek, John and Bentley. Chipper was hunnnngggggggg! Fully rifle hard at the
moment, and uncut with his hoodie pulled all the way back of his dick helmet,
the oversized boymeat was snugged hard to his lower belly. Room light gleamed
on the slick from the cock ooze of the shiny, bared head. He was easily a
full 8 inches and almost five inches around! If there was ever a doubt about
whether Chip belonged there that night....there sure wasn't any now!

His toes dug in shamey like, curling down and under into the rug in John's
living room. The cameras recorded everything for posterity....and more.

His clammy fingers were still glued to his buddy Brice who was still in the
after throes of his violent facefucking cum into Graig's mouth.

'One' and 'Two' were on their knees licking with one tongue slipping up
Chip's tailsmile, and the other sucking at his balls while each of their hands were
working other parts of Chip all at the same time. Chip's nerve endings had
almost numbed him as quick moving and knowing fingers and tongues worked
feverishly across his nipples, and balls right up into his funky, moist crease. A
hand was kneading his rockhard, leaking boymeat, and a finger was working at his
pucker. The jittery quaking the boy was experiencing in reaction to the wild
tonguing and fingering was like teeth chattering....and he was doing that, too!

Rampant horny boy frenzy!!!! 'Two's mouth closed on Chipper's belly
button....an outie...and Chipper yelped like a puppy when 'Two' bit the knotted skins
there.

It was at this point that Graig was also nutting up Kurt's bucking asshole.
The two boy lickers worked Chipper to Kurt's butthole and moved the
afterglowing Graig aside after they scooped the droozing cumslop from Kurt's asshole and
while wafting their cum sopped hands under Chip's nose, they let him watch
Graig lick off the shimmering spooge offering. 'One' was slobber licking Chip's
prick to ready him for tail'sertion into Kurt.

Chip was crazed. The smell of boy...boysex...cum...the taste of Brice's pit
still on mouth and lips....and tongue. The feel...the sight of a buddy when you
watch him shoot...the thrill...intoxicating...gotta have it....gotta have
it...too!

Ohhhhhhh!!! Chip's first fuck! A boy! A fuck! A virgin no more! A
boyfuck!.....annnnnd....
he was INNNNNN! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned. "Ohhh it's
sooooo.....ohhhhhhh!! I can't b'lieve ittttt!!" he screamed. He rutted real quick in wild jerky
banging thrusts, like the rookie fucker he was, and then with tears in his
eyes he cried out, "I CUMMMMMMED!!!" Boy 'Two' was tonguing still inside Chip's
crease, while boy 'One' was whispering calming things into the aftercumming
kid's ear, and saying, "Yur still fuckin' rockin' dude. You stay in 'at pussy
and fuck his brains out! He needs it! HE NEEDS IT!" Then staring down at Kurt's
face, he yelled at Kurt ordering him to tell Chipper how much he needed it.

Kurt, soaked in sweat from below them on the futon, strained his neck up,
"Ughhh..ohyeh kid...fuck me man...fuckme...I need fuckin....please....FUCK
MEEEEEEEEE!" he cried. Kurt's brother John smiled. How well he had trained the young
buck...did anything John wanted...
and now he had even more masters....every kid in the room....the quarry boys.
Kurt surely did know his place.

Chipper felt a new surge of manboyhood. His tingly cock fired into Kurt's
bunger with a new fury. After that first cum he could go at least several minutes
before his teen detonator blew his head off again....and then who knows, fast
as it was that kids get up and off....maybe again....and again.

He was trembling anew in the sex frenzy he had never known beyond that of his
hand in the shower...or under the covers....sometimes fucking his pillow. His
hands folded around Kurt's feet which were in constant motion alongside his
face. After a bit, they settled high on Chip's chest as Chip leaned forward and
held, as he butt-napped his cock hard into Kurt's bunghole. His tongue was
flicking across his lips, licking, slicking and sometimes just sticking out the
corner of his mouth where his teeth chewed on it. He bucked...he rutted....he
banged...and fucked the shit out the boypussy his cock pumped into back and
forth, slicked and glistened in the light of the room on each outstroke....in
and out....ohhhhh fantastic! Cock! Fuckin'! Cum! Naked! Toe-curlin' fuckin'!

The older dudes were milling all around scarfing pizza and beer, some
shedding their clothes as time and boyfuckin' wore on. They were now all squatting
around the futon: Chipper, Kurt, boys 'One' and 'Two' and Brice. The pizza
delivery boys had certainly breathed new life into their scene these last two
nights. They placed the pizzas on Kurt's stomach and chest and split it up and fed
their own faces, while offering bites to the fuckboys as they 'dicked' on.

Bentley made some motions to boy 'One' and then he and 'Two' moved Brice
forward till he was straddling Kurt and standing right in front of his kneeling
pizza boy buddy who was in near delirium as he approached the flashpoint of his
second cum in ten minutes. Bentley put a finger to Chip's mouth and the kid
sucked it in...and then another. On the other side, John did the same. Four
fingers working over the swirling and now sucking Chip's tongue. Bentley's fingers
eased out and moved slickly up Chip's crease. They found his cherrybud and
started to really worry at it. At the first that Bentley felt Chip push his tail
back into the pressing finger, he broke through the assring up to the first
knuckle, and simultaneously had Brice moved right up to Chip's face and with
John's fingers spreading the kid's lips, they eased Brice's dick into his buddy
Chip's face.

After stripping naked finally, Bentley's cadre boys got into the action.
'Two' burrowed between Chip's legs and sucked his balls. 'One' wormed his tongue
at Chip's browneye, licking Bentley's finger as well. Bentley got his second
finger 'oiled' again in 'One's mouth and added it to Chipper's relaxing,
widening hole.

As Brice started a rhythmic facerut over his pal's tongue, John removed his
precum and spit-sopped fingers from Chip's mouth, and worked them into Chip's
butthole along side Bentley's. They both smiled at their accomplishment. They
were now deep inside the boy's virgin pussy and were kneading his toyhole walls
and triggering his hot button, too.
They joyed in watching him double buck and circle his tail around when they
touched him off inside....and they burned inside knowing Chipper....was ready!

John nodded at Graig. With that the boy was guided behind Chipper....and he
kneeled behind and between the legs of the fucking, kneeling Chipper who was
about to blow his nut. Graig's boymeat steeled and drove through the four
fingers as they slid out and he sank full to his balls into Chipper. Virgin no more
times two! Graig was having none of the easy going finger-fuck play he'd been
watching as they broke Chipper in.

Chipper screamed in the ecstasy of his second cum, and his first ever
impaling. They had greased his skid so well with cum slop and spit while fingering
him open all the way to the hot button deep inside, that he was fucked....and
being fuckin' ham-slammed before he knew he'd been invaded. Graig was deee-eeep!
Hot! Wild-eyed! and needing soooo baddddd to fuck this kid! He fucked the
life out of him. Chip's assring burned from the stretching but was easing as this
feel was replaced with the searing friction heat of Graig's fiery rutfuck!

Chipper's cock slipped sloppily from Kurt's cummed up asshole and his hoodie
was starting to finally swallow up his dickhead helmet with burbling cum ooze
building up at the ever closing hanging foreskin hood. Spit and boy spunk
drool was seeping the corners of his mouth as his buddy Brice rammed his facehole.
Graig gripped tightly to Chip's hips and slammed himself into Chip as he shot
wildly and screamed, his fuckjoyjelly spewed up Chipper's chute to the
accompaniment of his wild banshee screams.

Kurt had been ordered to slick Chipper's spent wick clean of his own butt
slime and Graig's and Chip's own cock shoot. There couldn't be any nerve endings
that weren't numbed in Chipper's boysex circuit. They laid him gently down on
his belly with boy 'Two' sitting at the front by Chip's face which was planted
on 'Two's' cock. Kurt was now guiding his fucktool up into Chipper's hole
through his own spit and the dregs of Graig's spooge.

The pizza was all gone....Chip was almost gone....John was pumping the beer
tap with the goofy Derek and Rich lying under the spigot gulping draft beer
from the tap to the laughter of their fellow lechers around the room.

Mugs were then poured all around, and now 'One' was replacing 'Two' plugged
in to Chip's face. His balls spread out on the futon as he straddled it and fed
a hefty 6 inch tool up into Chip's face. He was one who liked to scooooch up
close so his nutsack squished into his suckboy's bobbing chin.

Derek and Rich were being undressed by 'Two' while they sat to either side of
Chip's waist at the futon awaiting the next round. To pass the time, they
each picked up Chip's hands, hanging off the futon to the floor, and folded them
around their cocks. Covering them with their own hands, they moved Chip's
hands into a steady jacking rhythm. So here at this point Chip was working four
dicks, and almost didn't know what or where from what was happening. The
monotone of "Suck Chip, suck! Chip loves cock! I need dick! I eat buddy prick!"
droned on and on around Chip and in his ears. It's all he heard while he sucked
cock after cock and the rest of the boys were waiting their turn at his
deflowered hole. Bentley stood back smiling as he repositioned a cam to Chip's butt
where he had picked up the nearly imperceptible movement underneath Kurt's
pounding prick showing Chipper's butt hunching up to meet his fucker boy....Bentley
knew what he was seeing....he'd seen it all before.

While the others kept up the drone, Bentley leaned into Chip's sucking face
and asked, " Do you love it boy.....do you LOVE it?!"

Chip tried to look to his right to see Bentley and with somewhat feary eyes, h
e squinted with a mouth full of hard cock, bubbling spit onto the futon as he
said something that sounded like, "Uhcch...uchh...uuureth...thurrkkk!"
Bentley patted the boy's sopping wet no longer golden hair, and said "Attaboy!" as
he leaned in at the other end and again slid two fingers into Chip's bunger
alongside Kurt's hardpumping prick.

John always felt it was important that new recruits be as one with the face
of the dude he be suckin', 'putting a face on the dick so to speak,' he used to
say. So he reached in under Chipper's chin and had him look into 'One's
eyes....he blinked...then again....John
smiled, and hissed, "Yessss! Let's be having our boy here be looking up in
yur faces while he be eatin', boys."

And on it went....the fuckin'...the suckin'.... The grandfather clock in the
hall bongin' every quarter hour, as they put young Chipper to the cock!

Kurt was shooting his wad now and Derek lined himself up at the toolbox of
the moment. He smiled as he watched a cum drained Kurt pull out. He was so used
to himself pulling out of Kurt during any number of their 'Kurt boff parties,'
that the site of Kurt standing while Derek slipped his meat into boyass was
novelty....strange....exciting!

Chip grunted as Derek sank through his pussy. The voices were still droning
in Chip's ears. As 'One' eased his cock from Chip's face, Graig positioned
himself, and lifted Chip's head up, and as he leered at him, he asked, " Do you
love cock boy...do you love it...? Tell us how you love cock...tell us!"

Chip, his face beet red, streaked and dirty from handlng. Ooze of pre-fuck
driz coating his mouth, nose and chin, strained to look up and speak....and
said, Uhhhh...ohyeh... mmmm....cock....yeh...suck....love cock....unngh...ungh! he
then grunted as Derek rebottomed in his hole, and again...and
again....lurching Chipper forward and right onto Graig's dick....

Bentley was thinking he'd like Rich in Chip's face next....Rich was not over
long...or too thick...but just right to break in a suckboy's throathole....a
grin spread over Bentley's face as his own prick tingled and danced in his
pants.

"Uh-ahh-unngh-ungh-uhhhhuh......" groaned Chip....and Derek....

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