Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2005 10:26:14 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: The Sneakers.  Chapter 3

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please
write: jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. The
Sneakers. Chapter 3.


Joe struggled up to his feet, trying to fit the oversized still engorged
peter in his pants as he turned away and to the door. Tony patted his shoulder and
said, "Glad to oblige yur needs, mah man. You can make further arrangements
with me at school."

Tony watched the kid stumble out in his aftercum haze, and then turned back
to Buddy, who couldn't look him in the eye.

Tony didn't coddle Buddy. He just sat on the kid's bed, opened his pants and
fed him.

As he left, he called back, "I'm sleeping here again tonight, but don't wait
up," he said with a big shit eating grin. He followed that by flipping a key
to Buddy. His old house key.
Buddy was pleased he didn't have to tell his mom he lost it.

Tony patted his pocket for the one he'd had duplicated from it for his own
use and pulled out the $5 bill Joe'd given him....and kissed it.

Tony shuffled off down the hall to the kitchen like he owned the place.
Grabbing a beer the loss of which Buddy would have to find answers to, he headed
for the door. Buddy heard the door close.

He staggered up to his feet. His knees were sore and wobbly. He needed to
wash out his mouth and get Joe's funk off his face. He had the look of a zombie
in the mirror. He splashed water on his face and sucked right out of the faucet
gargling the dregs of teen curd, spitting out and wiping dry.

A little better for the wear, he was walking more stably back into his room.
Whirling as he reached the bed, he flopped onto his back and went for his
peter. His legs came up as the twitching tingles brought the kid hard and near a
cum so fast.

His thoughts of the night before when he was asking himself if he needed the
attention his new 'friends' were giving him since the afternoon before...those
thoughts and images...the scents...the funk it all came back and he was
pounding his prick absently, eyes squeezed shut, his toes curled under with the
foot bottoms pressed together making a large diamond shape of his legs on the bed.

'POPKFFF!'

"Whuuu-uuuh??!" Buddy stopped mid-jack, his teen pud throbbing....now
wilting....

The Sneakers.  Chapter 3

"Hey, bitch," called Joe from the doorway where he was standing legs spread,
sucking a gulp of beer, "ahhhhh. I like this brand pussyboi. Tell yur folks
tuh keep a good supply."

When Tony ushered him out earlier, Joe had faked slamming the front door, but
ducked back in the apartment. Then he hid behind the couch where he could
watch when Tony left.

"Awww...did big bad Joey keep you fum gettin' yer nut, queerbait? Don'tchu
worry 'bout thet now," he said as he sauntered into the room, sat on Buddy's bed
and rubbed the kid's chest roughly, tweaking both nipples.

Joe kept it up, before squeezing Buddy's balls till he screamed. He was
toeing his sneaks off. Putting up the beer on the night table, he popped his jeans
buttons, and shucked them down and off before crossing his arms and pulling
his tee off over his head. He leaned down and pushed the jeans off his ankles
with his socks.

"Nowwwww, much better cuntboi. Now you can get to enjoy all of yur man, huh?"

Buddy shuddered.

Joe straddled Buddy's face backward! He sat right into the kid's nose and
said, "Make me clean, faggot....make yur man clean," he barked facing away as he
whipped his pud looking down at Buddy's kicking feet and splayed out toes. He
smiled knowing the kid was gagging for air.

It was like the day before when the other kids had made him suck and eat
asshole and he choked back his churning vomit.

He smorked and snorffed as his nose slid into Joe's sweaty, funky crack. His
lips opened ever so slowly to release his taster. Up and out it digged and
swiped teen hole. Soon it was whipping over Joe's asshole so fast the big dude
was out of control rut-humping Buddy's face while he frantically pumped his
prick.

The bed was rocking....squeaking from every joint and spring!

He pulled up and spun around to sit on Buddy's upper chest. He rammed his big
fat meat through those ass-funked lips and grabbed the back of Buddy's head.
In a wild fit of  fevered frenzy, Joe pube-jammed that kid's head to the
curlies over and over and over relentlessly. Buddy's face was a blur in Joe's eyes.
The kid's hair was flopping around in raging face fuck.

Buddy's face was a deep red and soaked in spit and sweat when Joe pulled
swiftly out and slid backward onto his haunches, throwing Buddy's legs out wide
above his own thighs.  Saliva blended prefuck glistened on Joe's meat as he fed
it through Buddy's barely broken in fuckhole.

Buddy screamed, and Joe laughed. It was a giant GUFFAWWWWWW!!!!

He buried that 8" tool to his balls and fucked Buddy silly for the next five
minutes till he rose up and arched his back. His chest and stomach seemed
pushed up and out and he roared, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhfuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!! Yessss!
yeh! Yeh! Yeh! Love it!"
Buddy's body arched up as well as it rode that manboy cock high off the bed.

Joe's fuck-bucking jolts of boyshot kept Buddy bouncing on the end of Joe's
prick for another several moments.

Then, Buddy felt like he was on a tilt-a-whirl! Joe flopped onto his back
with Buddy still rooted, with Buddy now sitting above him, impaled by a slightly
softened, cum coated teen truncheon.

He pushed Buddy off his prick and growled, "Clean me off, dirthole!"

A flushed, wiped out Buddy slumped between Joe's huge tree trunk thighs and
sucked off the pearly sperm icing. He no longer even thought about the fact
that he was also licking the boytail slime of his own asshole.

With a big foot to the top of Buddy's golden blonde head, he shoved the kid's
face off his prick and Buddy went over and fell onto the floor in a heap.

Joe grabbed him by his hair and pulled him toward the door as Buddy scrambled
to get to his feet. He picked Buddy up, burst through the bathroom doorway,
and stood him in the shower barking, "Tell me when the water's warm...NOT HOT,
faggot!"

"The early cold spray frozed Buddy, and soon a still shivering Buddy weakly
called out,
"W-wa-water's warm."

"Water's warm, whut butthole!?"

"Uh-oh-uh...w-water's warm, J-J-Joe?" Joe backhanded his cheek and snarled,
"Water's warm, SIR, you fuckin' queerass!"

"Aiiiahhh!" Buddy squealed, and then yelled, "SIR!"

"Soap and wash me you little dick. On yur knees and open yur mouth for some
Joey-juice."

Buddy did so as he still rubbed the soapy sponge up and down Joe's leg. Joe's
piss shot out his cock like a racehorse's. Phewww! Buddy fell back from the
force and surprise.
He quickly got back on his knees and covered the streaming prick till it was
dry.

Soaking wet, and rinsed, Joe pulled Buddy's face backwards up under his balls
to lap his asshole and then stepped out waiting for Buddy to dry him. From
his knees, dripping wet on the floor, Buddy wiped Joe dry.

Joe went out of the bathroom butt naked and sauntered out into the living
room. Buddy stood in the hallway, scared his mom might walk in and find this
scene. He had no idea what time it was, but it was actually quite early yet.

Joe looked up from a magazine he had picked up, and with his feet crossed on
the coffee table, he told Buddy to go get his clothes and dress him.

When Buddy rushed back with the clothes. Joe said, "Where's beer dickweed?"
Buddy padded his naked ass back for the beer.

Joe snatched it from the trembling teen's hand and took a suck out of it, and
then spray spit out all over the table and Buddy. "It's warm, you dumb
faggot! Get me a cold one!" he roared and as Buddy rushed to the kitchen, Joe pegged
it after him, and Buddy took the foaming can in the ass.

When he hurried back, there was the warm beer pouring and sudsing the carpet,
and he couldn't even stop to clean it because he had to dress and serve Joe.

In about 15 minutes of great effort, with no help from Joe, Buddy got him
completely dressed. With only the minor glitch....Joe ordered Buddy to get him a
new pair of socks instead of putting his own sweaty ones back on. Buddy rushed
his naked ass back to his room for whatever socks the other kids had left him
to put on Joe. His mission completed he stood waiting for Joe to order more
abuse....or, mercifully....to leave.

Flipping the magazine on the floor finally, Joe stood and adjusted his shirt
and waist band, then grabbed a handful of Buddy-hair and pulled the kid's face
into his fly, "Give us a kiss, bitch! Lemme see that tongue swabbing my fly,
boy. Warm my peter."

A shove and Buddy was lying on his ass in the middle of the room as Joe
headed out the door.

Tears just poured down the kid's face. It was many long long moments before
Buddy got up and started the cleaning up. He pulled two warm beers from the
cupboard so he could avoid explanations for a day or more, and then feverishly
went about wiping, soaping and blow-drying the beer slop in the carpet.

Once again he had a bathroom mess to clean. Of all the rooms he was abused
in, his own room was in the best shape. There was a bit of cum drooze and
spittle in the sheet, but he often did that by himself. He wiped what needed wiping,
and since he had the hair dryer out, he dried the sheet. He aired the rooms
for a while before reclosing the windows.

He never did finish serving himself, and just fell asleep without his regular
after school whack-off. Some moments later, deep in sleep his bubble butt as
bobbing in the air, his teen dick rubbing relentlessly into the
sheet...looking for something....somebody.... maybe??

The afternoon wore down to evening and Buddy's mom smiled when she peeked
into his room before getting dinner and saw her beautiful golden haired boy lying
spread and naked on the bed, sound asleep. His fine bubble butt was not lost
on her mental praise.

The night went as normal. Buddy actually got to some homework which had
slipped badly the last two days. There was no computer or expensive games in this
lower middle class house, so the latter part of the after dinner period was
once again spent with the family watching TV together.

Buddy often laid on the floor when they watched TV.

It must have been about 7:30 PM, when there was a gentle knock at the door.
Buddy was barefoot and shirtless in a pair of board shorts. He lept up to
answer the door, and there was Jake...and Morry...the dudes whut punked him the day
before with Tony!

Shivers went up the poor kid's back. He opened the door for them to enter,
and a third boy was with them. They talked hushed and quickly soon after the
door was closed, and Buddy brought them into the living room and introduced them
all by name, the last one being the newest kid, Benjy. Buddy told the folks
they were stickball buds he'd invited over.

"Nice to meet you, boys. Remember, it's school tomorrow, so let's make it an
hour, ok?"
Buddy said 'Yes,' and the others smiled and nodded as they moved on toward
the hall and Buddy's bedroom.

"Nice boys, don't you think, Warren," they heard the mother say to Buddy's
dad.

As they got out of site Jake shoved Buddy ahead brusquely, and Morry booted
his ass with those brand new sneakers on that he took from Buddy.

In the bedroom with the door closed, Jake tripped Buddy to the floor on his
face, and Morry yanked the shorts off him. Jake offered Buddy his hand. Dumbly,
Buddy took it, and was summarily pulled to his knees right into Jake's prick
already hanging out of his pants. Jake buried it in Buddy's mouth, and then
yanked the kid's face off him and slammed it into Morry's cock. Buddy quickly
got Morry's cock in his mouth before he got yanked around again and slammed into
Benjy's flyfront. Jake got down behind Buddy and took the kid's face in hands
and said, "Getcher tongue all the way out faggot!"

Buddy did, and Jakey yanked his face left so he could see, and then while he
was crooning, "Good boy," he shoved the hang-tongued boy's face into Benjy's
fly again and growled, "Lick'em pants fucker! Heat up yur next blowjob!"

Buddy's head jerked up and down as he swiped his tongue up and down Benjy's
pants front.

"O-Kay!!" Benjy gleefully blurted out. I b'lieve it,"  then reached into his
pocket for a folded $5 bill handing it Jake.

Morry said, "Toldja! Kid just goes for cock, man. Loves it! Really takes care
of us."

Jake said, "We'll give you firsts, seein' as you the newest dude, and, hey,
you paid!" he laughed.

"Can I tell him anything...like how I want it and all?" asked a still
somewhat timid, but an increasingly anxious, trembling, rabidly horny Benjy.

The others said, "Shurrrr....he does whutchu you tell him....ain't that right
faggot??"

Buddy had a sick smile as he looked to all their faces one after other,
nodded, and said, "Yes!"

'S-M-A-C-K!!!"

"SIR!"

Benjy was shocked when Morry belted the disrespectful, naked cocksucker on
the floor...
then a big smile broke across his face and he got this devilish gleam in his
eye.

Benjy reached a hand out to Buddy's shoulder and looked down into that
forlorn face.


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