Date: Thu, 17 Jun 2004 16:13:10 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Quarry Hole.  Chapter 8

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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 8.


 After while, they were all back in the water, back out drying off, and Joey
came over to the dripping wet Graig, and asked, "So, how do you want your
knobber boy?" Joey asked.

   Having almost forgot what he was there for in all the excitement, a
flustered Graig recovered and said, "Oh--uh, I wanna spread out against the rocks
there, knees up, with fuckmouth there," nodding at Kurt, "between 'em. What's he
do man, spit it out? 'Cuz I wanna shoot."
   Guess he was too excited with the snoodle suck and his own cumdumping on
Kurt's face, and didn't realize.
   Scott marched Kurt over and kneed the back of his legs to drop him, and
said, "Tell Graigie, here, how you handle cocksnot, dude."

   Kurt, looked down, then into Graig's eyes after Scott pulled his head up
by the hair, and said, "Um-uh, I-uh, s-swallow it!"
   "Ohhhhhhh, man....YESSSSSSS!!! I got da grand prize!" he squealed
high-fivin' himself. Snotty little fucker...at the same time he grabbed his prick and
the back Kurt's head and slammed him into his cock....
   Scott reached down and grabbed the end of that fascinating butt plug
inside Kurt's upturned ass and started pulling and wiggling it...
   "Eat it cocksuck!" yelled Graig.

Quarry Hole.  Chapter 8.

   Graig was crazed. He'd been hearin' 'bout 'bj's' all'iss time and now he
was gonna get him one...annnnnnd, from a older dude, too. He was so excited he
just couldn't keep still and enjoy it, he kept reaching for the back of Kurt's
neck to yank him down, then prop himself on both hands and hump into Kurt's
face...then wiggle all around, floppin' his dick all around inside Kurt's mouth.

   Scott was standing behind Kurt, and didlin' the knob of the butt plug with
his toes.  He was obsessed with the thing and started back at tuggin' on it.
It was sorta like 'watch out, you might get what you want.' He was pullin' at
it, but wasn't sure he wanted to have it come out, what with the shit smell
that was gonna be there...ugh, and the shit that's probably ON the fuckin'
thing. Scott didn't even know what one of these things was shaped like....but there
he was....really down there now, on his elbows. Mark and the others were
starting to get a case of the 'yuks' watching Scott, but the intrigue was
contagious and soon, they were all settling down on knees or in squats to watch this
unfold.

   With a grunt from the fevered-up cock-sucking Kurt, Scott gripped the knob
of his buttplug, and yanked...there was some give, and Scott could see in
between Kurt's butt and the plug...and it was much smaller than the width of the
knob he was pulling on. It was slippery behind the knob from Kurt's own tail
sweat. He released it to snug back up to Kurt's ass and sniffed at his
fingers....there wasn't any smell....yet. He did a bit of an internal shrug, and set
about really doing it now. He wanted that fuckin' thing out....NOW! With a left
hand to Kurt's bent over, boy sucking body, Scott got two fingers and thumb
dug in there around that thing and yanked, and....and...."Unhhhh!" and there
was some give, where he could see the anal insert was getting fatter. Still
pulling, "UNHHHCHH!"
   'Pppfsskkk!' and it was out! Kurt groaned and his whole body bucked and
jerked.
   "Ugghh!" all the kids smelled what they knew they were gonna. As Scott
held the plug away from him, and out toward the others, they all jumped and fell
away. The air thankfully dissipated the odor. Then Kurt shoved the end of the
plug into Kurt's face while he was still there eatin' Graig's dick. Graig was
grossed out, and pinched his nose, not missing a face fuckin' hump into Kurt's
face. There really was a lot of subtle stuff going on in that tight little
circle of boys....and something all very new to every boy there, 'cept for one,
in each case....Kurt was of course the only one who knew about
buttpluggin'....but Graig was gettin' his first blowjob, and all the others were getting
class in buttpluggin'.  An'ways, Scott was not knowing what to do with this plug
thing.
   "Hey!" yowled Graig, as Scott pulled Kurt off Graig's prick, and threw him
over onto his back, Kurt's hands and legs up in the air not much different
from those of a turtle on its back. Scott straddled his chest, and lowered the
butt plug...."Sniff it, fucker...that's YOU on there!"
   Kurt ducked and turned his face away but Scott grabbed his hair and pulled
his mouth right to the shit-slimey plug. "Clean it off, dirthole! CLEAN IT
OFF!" Scott yelled...so loud it echoed around the quarry....and all the kids
cocked their ears hearing the words reverberate over and over around the rock
hole and back and forth over the water. When they turned back, there was the
sight of sights! Kurt was still on his back, holding his plug in both hands like a
squirrel holds a nut, with his tongue giving it a frenzied swarshing, and
some of the kids grabbed their bare stomachs when they saw him, and heard the
slup, slupping of his tongue over that enormous fucking plug, so recently out of
the kid's own asshole.
   If the kids gave it any thought, all their little sphincters was squeezin'
and easin' and squeezin' and easin,' imagining that huge thing goin' up
inside each of their young poopers. Whewww!
   With it all swabbed off, Graig yelled for Kurt to wash out his mouth and
get back on his cock. Kurt was allowed to crawl to the water and wash his mouth
out and wash the plug. On returning he was told to place the plug in the
middle of the circle of boys on end, like some offering on a sacrificial altar.
Then a bare toe to his crack reminded him that Graig still awaited service. He
crawled back and took up position on the boy's meat again. Joey kept shakin'
his head, "Man, I can't believe that monster goes up his hole, hey."
   "I see it but I don't believe it," chimed in Jerry. Mark got this big grin
on his face like a light went off, and said, "Hey, dudes, we gotta get us two
more of those, man...." and he looked over at Shuey and Paul....whose hearts
musta a stopped when they looked up at the quiet after Mark spoke and saw all
the kids starin' at them. The two of them jerked and grabbed for each other,
and the others swarmed 'em. They turned Shuey over on his head and Scott came
over with the plug, and told Paulie to spitty-lick it up, and then they put his
fingers to Shuey's butt crease telling him to, "Pull it wide open, fagboy."
   Both kids were shook, and Shuey was near hysterical when he felt the cool
spitty plug against his scared and winking pucker. So far, Shuey had every one
of their pricks up inside him, but this....this was not possible....was it?
After no progress was made, they had Paulie stick a finger into Shue....then
another....soon they had all four fingers into Shuey and told Paul to "Keep
pushin' faggot....get your whole fingers in dere....deeper, and, and,
omigod.....with pressure from Scott pushing his elbow, Paul's smallish hand slipped inside
the boy's pussyring past the knuckles. "Ahggghhhh!!!! I don't believe it....I
don't believe it!!" Mark screamed. "His fuckin' hand....damn...he's in
him...he's fuckin' IN HIM!" All the kids were absently rubbing themselves, and the
ones that weren't hard again, were prongin' up.
   Jerry jumped up and gripping Paulie's wrist, he nudged it back and forth
inside Shuey, fuckin' his boyhand inside his buddy. Shuey was floppin' and
jerkin' like a hand puppet on the end of Paulie's arm. Everybody wanted to be
puppeteer, and replaced Jerry's hand there with their own, shoving Paul's hand
into Shue's hole. When Mark took his turn, he finished the deal, and with a
curdling squeal from Shuey, he slowly eased Paulie's hand deeper into the kid. Joey
ducked behind a rock and threw up. Shuey was numb and exhausted, but Mark
wasn't through. He wound Paul's wrist around first this way then that, and was
fevering the inside of Shuey's boyhole. Scott said, "Close your
fist....yeh...fisting...'member we heard 'bout that...this is IT! You do it?"
   Paul nodded he had closed up inside his young pal, and then Scott said,
"Keep doing the twistin' you was doin' b'fore....and dere better be a
fist....RIGHT?" he yelled at Paul so loud they all jumped. Paulie just nodded 'Yes'
hysterically.
   All four kids were in close now. The constantly twisting and winding wrist
was making 'Schlkk! Ssssmlkk!' sounds that was exciting every boy peter on
that ledge. Shuey was trembling a bit, and moaning some, but otherwise no worse
for the new action. Shit man! This morning, not one of these kids would have
thought about sticking his finger near another kid's asshole....now...every
last one of them wanted his fuckin' hand inside Shuey!!!
   Joey told Paulie to suck Shuey's fingers. Then Scott pushed and moved
Pualie so that his ass was over Shue's face and sat him into his mouth. "Eat your
queer bud, faggot! Gitcher tongue in'ere!" Paul was in a weird '69' contortion
with his right hand up his buddy's upturned asshole, and his ass in the same
boy's face being eaten out.
Rocket science...NOT! Paulie was NEXT! The fear stabs went through his
shaking, sweaty body.
   Mark did a re-enacting for the others, drawing his four fingers together,
in a two-on-two grouping, rather than four abreast, doing rotations clockwise
and counterclockwise...and then curling the tips of the fingers back into his
palm, and resuming the twisting motion to indicate what Paul's fist, and soon
each of theirs would look like up the boys' butts.

   Graig was bumping his toytail up and down, stuffing and restuffing Kurt's
face with his fine tool. In spite of his internal frenzy, and that wild
fuckin' boy needing to just get off, anywhere, anytime, just as long as it was
NOW....the fisting extravaganza unfolding at center stage was not lost on him. He
got up on his knees and yanked on Kurt's hair and the back of his head
furiously while he face-fucked the young dude into a sweaty frazzle.
   "Unngg, nnnnhhhuh, uh, cummin', oh man, gotta fu--ahhhh....." Graig moaned
and groaned and sighed as he seeded Kurt's mouth and throat with his teen
cream.
   Being roughed around on the end of a cock was sure no new experience for
Kurt, who'd been taking care of his brother and his friends for a lotta years.
And now he had been put to service for his lifelong friends, and even some kid
stranger that asked to be blowed at school that afternoon. Graig was erect on
his knees, with his prick down the back of Kurt's mouth with that sucking
face forced up to look at his throat-banger. There was a sort of pleading in
Kurt's beet-red, dirty, sweat-smeared face...his eyes, yet it was blank at the
same time.
   Graig gave out with a 'Yeeeeeee-hawwwwww!" as he stood, and after
cock-slapping Kurt's face and mouth a bunch'a times, wiping his prick off in Kurt's
hair, he went over to the boy circle to study the ongoing 'fisting' experiment
first hand. Graig pushed his way between the older entranced kids crouching
there studying the actions and reactions of Paul and Shuey working themselves
through a mutual fisting '69.'
   There was gonna be no doubt amongst the others, real soon, when Graig was
done this day. The devillish little fucker, jumped back out  of the circle and
grabbed Kurt's leash and yanked it. The boy was finally getting normal breath
back after the wild mouth-fuck he was given, and here he was being dragged on
hands and knees over to the rest of the boys now. Without a word, Graig just
turned Kurt around and pushed him backwards into the mess of boys watching
Paul and Shue. He grabbed the butt plug and waved it 'round getting everybody's
attention. Then he moved it against Kurt's ass....dropped it, and then balled
up his fist, and wound it 'round against Kurt's ass....and showed teeth in his
big wide grin at them all. Soon, bulbs went off in all their heads. With out a
word, Graig had showed 'em, 'if this fucker could take the butt plug up
there, he sure as hell could take a fist!
   He didn't wait for anyone else, and pulled Shue's free hand to him and
spit on it. Then he jerked toward the nearest kid, Jerry, who looked down, and
then spit on it too. After they made the circle, Shue's hand and fingers were
spit-sopped and being near expertly rubbed in and around Kurt's pussy slot.
Graig tightened up Shue's fingers to a point and eased them slowly to Kurt's
bunghole. Scott and Mark joined in and spread the boys cheeks, and/or pushed Shue's
wrist, and in no time, that former buttplug holder of Kurt's was wrapped
firmly around Shuey's wrist, filling his  hole. The pressure of the spreading,
searching fingers built up incessantly inside him.
   The kids were directing the fist fucking again, and had Shue work his
wrist in and out. Man....two assholes performing on the end of this kid's arms.
Mark said, "Dudes....we start bringin' a camera these aftanoons, anymore...we
gonna hafta do this again to get pitchers. They all feigned disappointment, and
said, "Awwwwwww," and laughed at themselves. Kurt, Shue and Paul....riding the
ends of 3 arms....weren't laughing.
   Kurt especially, as Scott directed Shuey to curl his fingers inside Kurt,
and get on with the fist fuckin'. Whutta scene! But they weren't near done.
They soon were about setting up a most unique naked boy cluster. Scott
choregraphed. Jerry was straddled over Shue's legs with Paul's face pulled down over
his rockhard peter, "Unnnghhh!" he moaned with the first touch of Paulie's
tongue swabbing his cockhead.
   Then Scott took Joey by the shoulders and sat him on Shue's chest, his
cock in the kid's mouth. Mark took a standing position in front of Kurt's mouth,
which he pronged to fullness, "Gwukkk!" right smartly. Scott stood back, and
bumped against Graig's naked, gawking form, as they both joyed in the site and
sounds of and shlkk, slhluk, sucking, fisting, gwulping of the smorgasbord of
boy sex before them. Scott absently had his arm over Graig's shoulder....a
steely hard peter, and all holes filled....

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