Date: Fri, 9 Apr 2004 12:27:12 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Quarry Hole. Chapter 5
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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 5.
They'd seen and heard
enough. They were outta there! On the dead run they hit the street, and then slowed
down once they were out of sight of Kurt's place. Early as they were for
school, and with time to kill, they goofed along, kickin' a can here and heavin' a
rock there, figuring they'd get into the gym when they got to school and take
a basketball out to the court and shoot some hoops til classes. They did just
that, and as it got close to start of school, Jerry saw Shuey and Paul coming
past the court. Instinctively, the pair broke out in a run to join up with
their buds...then caught themselves. Stopping.... they realized things might be
very different now...but Joey hollered for them to come inside the fenced in
court. They broke out in big smiles, and the gate creaked as they opened it and
went through. They all slapped hands and said, "Hi" and "Hey" to each other.
Then, as if by plan, Shue and Paul were surrounded by the others. Joey said,
"Drop yer shorts, dudes, and gimme yer underwears."
They couldn't believe it!
They looked into each kid's face....each boy nodded back to them. No
doubt....the nightmare goes on!
Quarry Hole. Chapter 5.
They dropped their packs,
opened up and zipped down their shorts, dropping them and their boxers. Stepping
out of 'em, they picked up their underwear handing them to Joey. Joey balled
them up, and with a head motion, they left the court with Shue and Paul
standing there shocked and bareass. They quickly dropped down to a crouch and pulled
on their shorts, still in shock and not believing their buds did what they
did, and worse, that yesterday....just became today....too.
"Hey....NOT-SO-FAST
faggots! Hey! Guys! Check it out! Fuckin' fags here standing in the middle the
basketball court, balls naked! Givin' a show, looks like."
Several kids were cramming
through the gate onto the court and soon had surrounded Paul and Shuey. The
long t-shirts didn't give much of a view, and one dude complained, "Whut's tuh
see?"
With that, the two closest
kids grabbed the shirts' bottoms and pulled them up on both kids draping 'em
over their heads, and over their shoulders. Quaking and blinded with their own
shirts over their heads, Paul and Shue were shifting foot to foot trying to
cover their 'wares' and the other kids kept smackin' their hands and arms away.
"Fuckers don't wear no
underwears, either.......... queers."
The kid who started the
commotion, Greg, said, "A'kay fag-asses, les'see yuhs twirl around with yer hands
up over your heads, like little ballet cunts. FUCKIN' NOW, FAGGOTS!!!" Greg
screamed....so loudly, that all the kids jumped with a start...as well as Paul
and Shue.
Slowly, the kids raised up
their arms like those ballet class girls, and with fingers touching above
their heads, they slowly turned 'round, and 'round.....and 'round and 'round. The
kids started yukking, some convulsing at the sight, while laughing so hard
they cried. Paul and Shuey were whirling around, with their shorts around their
ankles making a truly bizarre sight even more hysterical.
"Hey man," one of the kids
yelled, "'at dude's got a hanger, eh. He's got one o' dem foreskin thingees
over his dobber. Make him stretch it all the way out. Lessee...lessee!"
Greg said, "Hey yeh...I
don't even know which queenie it be," as he closed on the whirling boys and
pulled off Shuey's shirt, balling it up and throwing it way off the court. One of
the others blurted, "Shuey! It's Robbie Shue." Some of the others also knew
Shuey, and were nodding.
"You heard da man,
Shue...pull on yer scragger boy, and let's see how far it stretches. Now shame is
shame, but this is now the worst. He's bareass, face uncovered, still whirling
around like a little queen, and now he has to pull on his foreskin till they let
him stop. The stalling caused the inevitable taunting, "Pull it! Pull it! Pull
it!"
Finally with tears welling
in his eyes, Shuey pulled his foreskin out and all the kids started hand
slapping, whistlin', punching shoulders, and of course howling with laughter.
The din dropped quickly to
a quiet hum of noise, when they were astounded at how far the skin stretched
out. Now remember, Paulie's still doing the whirling routine with Shue. Then
one of the kids in the back yelled make t'other fag pull it for him....le's
have a faggot 'tug 'o war!'" Wild hysterics once more, as Greg tells Paul...."You
heard 'im othah queerass....get that shirt off yer head, start tugging some
sausage skin, boy."
Again there's some mild
surprise as the kids see it's Paulie under the other t-shirt. "Curl your arms
back up, foreskin boy, and Paulie, you pull on that shrivelly stuff on the end
of his dick....all'a way out, yeh, like'at. Now keep going 'round with him, and
you get your other arm back up in yer ballet pose."
It was beautiful! The gang
of kids whooped it up one more time doing the cheer leading routine.
With it getting close to
the bell, Greg called over 3 of the kids and told them to get down and get
Paul's and Shue's shorts, sneaks and socks off. They had to stop the kids from
their 'ballet' to strip the rest of their shit off...then the whirling was
resumed with smacks to their butts, and the kids brought the clothes over to Greg
who told them to heave them all around the court...which they did to more
whistles, hoots and applause.
One of the kids right
close to Shue said..."Hey, wait a minute...check it out, dudes. Hey fagboy...leggo
that kid's foreskin....I swear he's hard, man....can't see wit' all 'at
fuckin' skin pulled liked that....LE'GO THAT COCK, KID!"
Oh my, as Paul let go of
Shue's foreskin, it slipped all the way back over Shue's cockhead, and his boy
prick hung out and down, not quite fully erect, but getting there. Oh poor
Shuey....as all mouths hung open, they watched to Shue's shame, as the foreskin
completely receded, and the full 5+ inches of Shuey's came up at attention, and
planted itself firmly against his belly.
You could have heard a pin drop...then all hell broke loose and the yelling
and laughter redoubled. Some kids were so hysterical they were hanging on to
each other, and then as the bell rang....they drifted off to the door.
Shuey and Paulie stood
frozen for the longest moment...and then realizing where they were, they jumped
and took off barefoot all over the court collecting their clothes, putting this
or that sock or sneak on hopping on one foot, then the other, until finally,
gasping and speechless they grabbed their backpacks, and headed for the
doorway.
For his part, Joey was
sorta daydreaming as he walked with, but fell behind the others as they walked
into the gym to store the b-ball, and get to homeroom. He patted the outer
pocket of his pack where he had stuffed Paul's and Shue's boxers. His mind was
oozing back to last night after he met with others when they shocked each other
with the story of Kurt and his brother in the basement.
But Joey was also
remembering his shower last night, and his raging hardon as he wrapped himself in the
towel before he went back to his room, and bed. He laid down still in the
damp towel, his hand unconsciously seeking his cock. Mannnnnnnn, it felt
soooooooo gooooooood. Closing his eyes, he shivered at first, seeing his lifelong
buds' faces, Shuey...Paul...sucking cock...looking up into each of the other boys'
faces, his face, with wide eyed surprise...fear...shock. Spittlegoo cocksnot
slop drooling off their bottom lips. Their trembling he could feel through his
cock, hands, and thighs as he held each boy and slid his poker through those
ass pussies. Holy, man! He'd never fucked anything....er been
blowed...nuthin'. But he'd just spent an afternoon with two buddys' mouths and assholes
wrapped firmly around the joystick he was fondling right then. The best ever cums
he'd ever had since the first time he pulled his toy shank just before his 11th
birthday. These 7 buddy dudes hadn't ever talked 'bout any of that even...too
embarrassed he guessed....although they offhandedly acknowledged they beat
their meat reg'lar like.
Joey and Jerry were look
alikes of a sort. Both 5' 7", about 130 lbs, dark skinned, with deep tans and
pinky-white tan stripes on their bubble butts. Joey's hard was almost 5 inches.
He shivered again just then as his right index finger rubbed over the tip of
his cockhead. He felt the moist boy juice there and sighed, bucking into his
hand.
For just a second there he
lost track and he saw the image of Scott's telling of Kurt chowin' his
brother last night. The distraction had him thinking about what would they be doing
at the quarry tomorrow, and how would Kurt's new status...or lack of it,
affect what happens?
Joey's cock took control
of his mind again and now he was ripping that thing from its
roots....ohhhhhhh.....needing to cum....fast....
....bad.....NOWWW!! He pulled one of his pillows to his crotch, wrapping his
legs around it, hooking his ankles, hunching up into it. Ohhhh, the underside
of his prick frictioned against the pillowcase. With his body curled into a
ball wrapped around the pillow, he upfucked that baby while tightening his arms
under his knees...."Fuck you, Paulie.....Take me, Shuey! Ahghhhh! Ughhhuh!
Nggghh! Fu-fu-fuck youuuuuu!" he screamed his muffled cries into his pillow as he
shot....and shot....and shot.... another body wracking cum. He held in that
ball...not wanting to move or change that teen boy cum tingle that bucked and
quaked him for many seconds afterward.
"Ohhhhhhh, Paulieeee.....eeeeeeeat meeeeee," he moaned as he rolled onto his
side, curled his toes into the bottoms of his feet....and slept.
Wakened from his daydream
by the sound of the kids bouncing the basketballs in the gym, he shook it off,
and with a new moistness
in his boxers remembered the feeling when he woke this morning stuck to his
pillowcase, which by the way, he took into the shower with him to wash out and
put a fresh one on his pillow later. (He would hide his messes in the cellar,
behind the furnace to dry). He was thinking, "Boy, 'saftanoon, gonna be some
funs," and he was hunching his crotch up against his rubbing hand....horny l'il
fucker.
Later on in the halls and
classes, they all met up again with each other, fivin', hand slappin' and
shoulder bumpin' like nothin' happened yesterday, but they all knew today, this
afternoon, was gonna be a repeat...and four of them wondered about
Kurt....and....would there be.....more. Innocently, Kurt winked at Mark with that lecherous
teethy grin of his, and said...."'Dis aftanoon, man....fun at the quarry."
Mark just smiled broadly, nodding.
They were all moving at a
brisker pace than normal to get to the quarry that afternoon anxious to see
what was gonna develop.
Mark and Scott had wrapped an arm around Paul's and Shue's necks,
respectively, as they got to the off road trail down to the water.
With rampant hards, Paul
and Shue, inspite of themselves, were unconsciously horned for 'duty'. It was
almost like they were 'out' now, and maybe were resigned to enjoying what they
liked but never dreamed they'd ever get the chance to do.
For his part, Kurt was
hard as a rock, too. He was letting the others fun it up with the two 'faggots',
but he just 'knew' himself, them mouths and asses was HIS!
Different from yesterday,
the kids all stripped and in less than 30 seconds after getting to their
funnin' ledge, they were naked and diving into the shimmering water of the quarry
pool.
Mark was out of the water
first and kneeled to his backpack for something. Joining him shortly was
Scott, who bent down hands to his knees smiling as Kurt was just coming up out of
the water. Mark said, "Hey Kurt,
looka this!"
Kurt sluffed over, cock
drippin' and floppin' semi-hard before him, and crouched down in between Mark
and Scott. Phwoosh! Clink! Click!
"Whut tha FUCK!!" Kurt
yowled in a rage, arms swinging, shooting up to his full 5' 9", getting that
150 lb wiry body behind his wild swings. None landed. Both Mark and Scott had
stayed crouched with Scott wrapping his arms around Kurt's ankles, Mark pulled
down hard on the leash attached to the one of those webbed dog
collars....that's what they snapped on him before he knew what happened when he crouched in
between 'em.
He roared in his
booming voice echoing across and around the quarry...."You FUCKERRRRRRRS! WHAT THE
FUCK 'ERR YOU DOINNNNNNNG!!"
Well, even though it was
just them at the quarry at that moment, they couldn't chance any newcomers
hearing anything, and shockingy, as Kurt flopped hard on top of Mark, Scott was
straddling him in an eyelash with five slap-a-rap-a-slaps, that knocked Kurt
silly. His straining neck eased, and his head fell back to Mark's chest. By now
the others were all 'round them in a circle of naked, shocked, gawking boys.
Mark and Scott apparently had worked this out themselves but told no one else.
Mark pulled out a roll of sports tape and taped Kurt's ankles together, and
rolling him onto his belly, he taped his wrists. Then, they stood him up, balls
naked on his feet like an unwrapped mummy.
"Get this shit off me yo
u motherfuckers!" Kurt raged.
Mark smacked him on the
left cheek.....Kurt's head snapping right, into a fierce backhand from Scott.
They waled on him again...again....and once more....Kurt's head snapping left
and right, and left and right....and then with tears streaming down his face
he hung his head, and went quiet. Scott pushed down on his shoulders, and Kurt
sank to his knees. Mark grabbed Shuey and told him, "Here, boy....pinch his
tit, and hold it till he screams...use yur fingernail there...dig it in."
Scott pulled Paulie
down, and said 'Grab onto his balls, Paul, and squeeze....now stare into his
face....keep squeezing....yeh, like 'at. Watch his face now...." Then he whispered
into his ear, "When his eyes go wide, stop adding pressure and just hold."
Paulie nodded.
Kurt was wailing in an
ever higher pitched whine from the tit pinch, and when Paul tightened down on
his balls, he stared right into Paulie's face, and went blank, and
silent....speechless....his mouth opened like he was ready to growl, teeth bared in his
growing pain. His eyes went wide as saucers.....Paulie looked at Scott and
smiled nodding. The boys started taking turns holding the chain leash, and yanking
Kurt this way and that, whenever the whim moved them. If Kurt could make
sense of anything by now, he sure wasn't showin' it.
Jerry took the leash
as Mark sauntered up and took his hardening 6 incher, cock smacking Kurt's
face. "You ready fer cock, boy?" 'Smack!' 'Smack!' There was silence....defiance.
Mark screamed, "You say YESSIR, no matter whut you ast anymore, FUCKER! Dere
ain't no 'NO'...in yer 'cabalary. Now lessee....You ready fer some cock, boy?"
Mark asked again, cock smacking his face.
Oh boy. Fuckin' nothin'
still from Kurt who glared up at Mark. Scott went over and between Mark and
Scott, without a word, from each side, they slapped Kurt left, right, head
snap, smack, snap, smack, snap.... tear streams from the stinging pain. Silence.
Slap smack, snap, smack....
With fists balled now,
Mark shaking with rage, screamed, "Last chance motherfucker! Here's whut you
say, 'Oh, yessir! Please sir! Give me cock sir! Please sir!'" Kurt glared, Mark
pulled his right arm back, and saw Kurt's glare soften to a blank stare, and
he yelled, "Oh, yessir! Please sir! Give me cock sir! Please sir!"
All 6 boys went stone
in disbelief! 'Smack!' Scott cock-whacked his cheek. Then, 'Smack!' Smack!'
Joey joined in. Kurt was surrounded by 6 steeled boys ready for his service. A
collar being yanked constantly, tormenting Kurt. A tit being pinched, his
nutsack squeezed to its limit, 3 steely boy pokers depositing precum spray all over
his face with each cock smack he took.
As Mark pushed Kurt's
head up and back, sinking his rock hard pud through the kid's lips, he softly
said, "Mah man, Kurt....who'd a thunk it! A fuckin' fagboy...whut needs
dick...whut gives to his brother...and his friends...and nuthin' fer his own buds."
Shame, fear,
questions, and disbelief spread over Kurt's face....they knew...but HOW? His long-time
friend's cock slid over his tongue and shoved all the way to his throat.
"Gwuawlk! Awwauck! Gweeelkk! Eeeeulllkk!" He actually had the thought to try and
bite down...but didn't get past the thought when the cockhead choked off his
throat. The kids all started pulling on their pricks. Ohmigod it was so hot!!
Their key man...THE dude...gagging on buddy cock. Oh man, it's just the
beginning....it's just the beginning!
Keeping tension from
behind on the collar with the leash, Jerry kneel-waddled up behind Kurt, and
lifted Kurt's taped wrists so he could slip his hard boy juicy dick into Kurt's
fingers. He leaned against Kurt's back and whispered, "Jack me, queerboy, jack
me.....an'if you real good, you get to suck my spoo off yer hands, spunkrat."
The kids didn't have any more animosity, means or cruels than any other kids,
who get out of control in the midst of frenzied moments, and in no time it
was turns at Kurt's mouth for all six boys. Oh man, it was Mark who pounded off
through his friend's lips first....the cum...fuckin' cum was pouring from the
corners of Kurt's mouth...the buds hadn't never seen so much cock jam! Mark
was exhausted...as was Kurt, who was also gagging, spitting up strings of
spooge, and swallowing at the same time.
Jerry was leaning
over Kurt's shoulder, watching Mark's dick surge into Kurt's face. What a view!
Looking down on a hefty, wide slab of boy prick, going in and out, and in and
out, and in and out, relentlessly, through a pair of lips trying desparately to
keep up with a fiery mouth fucker and stay on that slippery cockmeat without
losing grip.....ohhhhh....and the spit building up....spoozing with the steady
mix of precum drizzle, seeping out from the bottom lip, under the driving
cock, and down his chin and chest. Jerry's own cock was oozing prejizz into
Kurt's hands which were still taped behind the kid's back.
The moment Mark
pulled out of Kurt's mouth, Jerry just eased down on the leash and pulled Kurt over
onto his shoulders...his feet bent under him and knees jutting up and out in
front of him, his body almost arching. Jerry smiled, and as Kurt opened his
eyes after the exhausting mouth fuck Mark just gave him, he saw the bulbous
frothing head of Jerry's prick coming down, and over his face. Then his eyes were
shut by the kid's balls which nestled over his nose. Jerry pulled Kurt's chin
up and back and said, "Open up queerboy.... LUNCH! Now don't eat it all at
once, dude....suck nice...en-joy!"
The others bust out
laughing....except for Shuey and Paul, who weren't sure when they were gonna
be legs up on their backs feeding on boypole.
As it turned out, at
least for the time being, they were in on the taking down of Kurt. Boy after
horny boy, fed Kurt with all manner and shape of toyboy dick, and in less
than half an hour....Kurt had swallowed everyone of his lifetime buds' meat and
cum. Jerry gave 'em all the best show...he of the biggest....the 7 inch cock.
Some of the others got into Kurt's throat....love that gagging! But Jerry, now
that was somethin' else. He tried to root down inside his fuckbuddy's throat.
In a calm, tempered voice, Jerry ordered the struggling Kurt to, "Take it
wayyyyyyyy down dude. Yahhhhhh! Ooooh, when you 'gawk' on it fucker, you tickle me
, boy....doooooo ittttt!"
Once Kurt got to
breathe through his nose around Jerry's smothering balls, he was able to stop
choking, and then Jerry demanded, "Swallow faggot. Swallow over my meat. Jerk me
wit'cher throat boy. Jerk me off inside. OMIGOD! Ohhhhhhhhh!" Jerry yelled. The
sensations were phenomenal, and Jerry's body shook in a violent, face banging,
cock-pulsing, mind shattering boyteen creamoff! He fell over Kurt's head to
his chest, and just lay there, chest heaving, wheezing. His sooooo sensitive
prick riding on Kurt's swabbing tongue, made him spasm and jolt for several more
seconds, finally collapsing, and rolling off Kurt onto his back. Whatta show!
After Jerry, Scott had
taken his turn with Kurt on his back, followed by Joey.
Somewhere in the
middle of this, they had freed up Kurt's wrists. Joey was the 4th face pumper, and
that was about the time Mark was refreshed and ready for another round in Kurt.
The tandem bang-a-boy
began when Mark took his shot at Kurt's asshole just by raising the kid's
taped feet and with one hand to the back of Kurt's ankles, he spit-goobed the
boy's slot...and got a wailing groan from around Joey's cock when he sank his
finger into Kurt's bung....and another finger seconds later pleasured him some
more happyhole.
Mark smiled looking
at Joey's butt dimples flexing as he drove through Kurt's mouthpussy, and
smacked him some Jerry cheeks, a shot on each cheek, getting yelps of glee from the
buddyfucker in front of him.
Squeezing his rockhard
pole, he pressed to Kurt's pinky winking bud, and as he held, and leaned into
his toyprey, his purple helmet spread, stopped, and thennnnnnn, literally
seeped through Kurt's spitslick slot. "Ooommmmmmmpphhh!" was all they heard from
between Kurt's lips from inside his cockstuffed mouth.
As Mark held position
inside his bud, he unwrapped Kurt's ankles, took his foot bottoms and rubbed
them against each other giving Kurt some horny boy sensations, and while
pushing them back against Joey, he rut-started his buddy's hole....that nice thick
prick fevering Kurt's insides, Mark could feel the boy quivering around it.
By now Jerry was
getting his nut, and bouncing up and down on Kurt's heaving, sucking chest. With a
'round of soppy cock smacks to Kurt's cum sticky lips, 'Shhmook! Ssmkk!
Sshmuk!' Jerry strained himself up, and stepped over his suckboy.
Paulie was caught by
surprise when Scott pushed him forward to get himself blowed, but in seconds,
here was one horny little fucker bounce-fuckin' a bud's face....and after,
Shuey got his turn.
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