Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2011 09:36:37 -0400 (EDT)
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 19.  Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn!

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
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if  you like my story. Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn? Chapter  19


Fum las' time

Rusty couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Travis didn't have a
stitch on under the drapes that hung over his shoulders.

Rusty pointed and laughed at the sight.

Rusty's boxers were around his ankles and his tee shirt was up under his
pits since he had been busy servicing his cock before Trav's text. He had
just  lain there waiting for Travis after that and his mind had gone blank.

Travis made sure to shower after he re-pinned his neighbor bitch 'cause he
didn't want any smells of her reminding Rusty of his first fuck....and
asking  Travis for a rerun.

Trav was working on getting Rusty and him set up with some nuther cunt
anyways so he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. One thing was sure
though...he wasn't giving Rusty access to any of his pussy unless he got some
himself. He actually felt it was easier if he brought his buddy fucktool
along and they played off each other before they got in the bitch's pants.
Shit!  It worked perfect the first time....and now Travis was so much more
experienced'. LOL !

Wanna Help Me Out? C'monnnnn! Chapter 19

Back at Jeremy's

Jeremy had himself a cunt romp of his own that night,

He chilled for a while after dinner and then lying on his bed in the buff
massaging his meat, he texted a few sluts from school and got a live one to
invite his ass over.

She was babysitting and could use the company. Jeremy was on the  case.

She was a fave of his at school and they hadn't been together alone but
sorta ran in the same crowd.

They sat together on the couch with the TV on before he asked for a soda.
When she came back, he had moved over to the easy chair and beckoned her to
him.  He took the drink from her hand and pulled her down on his lap where
she lie sort of slant ways, her left and his right thigh crunched against
each  other.

He held the soda can to her mouth and turned it up...."JERRY!" she
screamed, slapping at him as he dribbled it down her face onto her chest  and
crotch.

He laughed and started 'drying' her with his tee shirt that he conveniently
 pulled off.

Her shoulder touched at his bare skins as he rubbed the wet spot between
her legs. He was smiling inside thinking the wet he was wiping might not be
all soda.

He rubbed and rubbed until she was all over him.....it was a great  time.


He had just pulled on his pants, stuffing the end of his still  sopped tee
into a pocket, and footed into his sneaks as he left, with  Cheryl splayed
out glowing, and butt naked on the easy chair where he left  her.

His last image of her as he looked back from the closing door was her
dreamy eyes blankly staring at him as she fingered her mound.

He got a fun surprise when he got home to find somebody....Scott! sitting
on the curb a little past his house.

"Whut the fuck!??" he blurted when he got within range of his faggot
'pupil'.

"I - I - I ----ummm-mm...uh...I jus' need'a see yu....pleeeze?" the kid
stumbled and stammered over his lips and tongue.

Jeremy, in spite of being fresh from a hot conquest, was rubbing himself
unconsciously....

Seems his cock knew it was gonna get serviced before his brain plugged
into the situation.

Jer sat next to Scott and they listened to each'n' other breathe for a  few
secs. Scott looked pleadingly at Jeremy, silently.

"Show me," Jer finally said.

"Whuh---whutta yuh mean, Jer?" Scotty asked.

"Yur here....yuh want something....show me what," was the response.

Scotty fumbled around in the awkward knees up position sitting there at the
 curb, and got around in front of Jeremy in a kind of squat before him in
the  street.

He stared hard into Jeremy's return stare.

He reached a hand to Jeremy, 'Smack!!" which Jer smacked away.

Scotty and his hand recoiled nearly falling backward in front of  Jeremy
who continued to dead stare him down.

Scotty might have had tears welling in his eyes. Jeremy was oblivious  to
it on the surface.

"Strip!" Jeremy grunted at Scott.

Scotty was caught off guard, and even madded up a bit, without
moving....except for his right arm clutching his left side across his  chest.

"Git nekked!" Jerry demanded again, punctuating it with a slap across
Scotty's cheek.

Jer could hear a few sniffles from under Scotty's nose, as he squirmed a
bit then sat to the ground to take a sneaker off.

"No! Stand out in the middle of the street and take each clothes off and
throw them here to the curb till yer balls ass naked, dipshit!" Jeremy
growled  at the shaken young dude, kicking at him. The kid must have been
dreading that first email seeking help with girls that he sent to Jeremy  back
those weeks ago, that seemed now like years.

The fucking doof staggered up and out to the middle of the neighborhood
street and after pulling off his tee shirt, he reached for his buckle.

The clinking of the metal and then the zipper could be heard after he
popped the button. Fwoooosh! sounded as the jeans were pushed down Scott's legs
by hands that seemed to be on remote control.

After kicking off his sneakers and throwing them to the curb, he stepped on
 each leg-end of his jeans and stepped out. He started to kick them to the
curb,  but shivered up his back in fear that he might hit Jer with them so
he bent and  picked them up, underhanding them to the curb.

Each sock was soon to join the other pieces at the the curb, before he
gingerly reached inside his boxers waistband to push his underwears down.

The jumble of clothes at the curb made Jer smile.....a smile he kept as he
looked up to Scotty's bareskinned naked form emblazoned in the street light
in  the center of the road. The night light on bare skin is special, with
that  unique glint of moist pinkness.

"Get hard, buttwipe!" came the next order......"without touching  yaself!"

Scotty stood blankly at first and then you could see his butt globes
flexing and humping ever so slightly as he worked his prick muscle to it's full
manhood. Yesssss! Flexing, bobbing manhood.....the shame of a shy boy!

"Git down on your back and get yer toe in yur mouth," Jeremy casually
directed as he stood up from the curb and pulled up his cell cam.

Scotty made like a circus contortionist before finally getting one of his
big toes into his mouth. Jer kept after him to get the rest of his toes in,
with  it.

Snickering to himself, as he continued to take pics of the naked kid in the
 street, Jeremy was fumbling with his pants.

Finally, he let Scotty come back to the curb, but in a duck walk while
rubbing his dick.

He had Scotty squat right next to where Jeremy had kicked his clothes into
a ball by the curb.

Pulling his dick out, he flopped it out front of him a few times and told
Scott to open wide.

Sure enough Jeremy started to piss right there on Scott....hitting him
first in his crotch and then moving the stream right up his belly, chest, chin
and then into his mouth. The splashing into the kid's filling mouth was to
behold. It sounded almost like a toilet bowl.

"Drink!"

Scotty swallowed. The shock off it all made him choke, but he hardly closed
 his lips at all out of pure fear of doing wrong.

He stared in silence as the dregs of Jeremy's ebbing piss stream soaked
into his clothes there in the street. Jeremy smiled when the last spurts
sprayed  up out of Scotty's sneaks.

"Whutchu lookin' at, asswipe??!" Jeremy growled. "You look up here at
me....alla times....never down....GOT IT??!"

Scott nodded almost without moving his head so as not to appear to be
looking down any times. He had the look of a devoted puppy.

Jeremy hawked up a gob of spit....swirled  it around his mouth,  dredging
up more and more saliva before he spewed the whole mess right into  Scott's
mouth and face.

>From the kid's squat....Jeremy made him piss his own clothes. Scott dared
to look down at his clothes and soulfully, finished to drench them.

Scott was ordered to duckwalk to the back of the house with the  fingertips
of both hands digged into his
ass crack so as to pull the cheeks as wide open as he could.

The 'walk' was painful.

In the midst of this torment, he actually remembered his clothes out there
in the street, and started to look back, but caught himself.

Jeremy walked Scott all the way to the back of the yard and against an
enclosing chainlink fence. He took a brief detour into the garage while Scotty
kept on.

Out of the blue, Jeremy's fists were balled and flying seemingly from every
 direction.

He pounded Scott's left arm so hard that the pain almost buckled the kid
and while he staggered he got another shot to the right arm right into the
middle of the upper arm.

Scotty was trembling and tears were pouring down his face as he was whipped
 around and one-two punched in each hamstring as hard as Jeremy could.

Scotty was floundering and sinking to the ground when he took a pair of
tremendous open hand smashes to the face..... right cheek  first, and then the
left.

He flopped to ground on his back and Jeremy bust out laughing.

The young dude faggot was shooting load on himself!. Spurts of boy  fuck
were belching from his swolled up boy dick, roping up his chest, then  filling
his belly button and then dribbling into his pubes

"Dayammmmm!" Jeremy whistled amazed. "You fuckin' love it don'tcha
queerass??"

Jer had him hand-scoop the spent jizz off himself and lick it before
making him roll over on his belly and wipe his sticky self into  the grass before
starting him on an ass-up walk to the house pasting a  piece of duct tape
to his mouth.. Scott had to 'walk' on fingers and toes.

Mercilessly, Jeremy kicked Scott in the hamstrings and the kid just
flatttened to the grass. He lay there for a few moments but then felt a pressing
into his balls as Jer was stepping into his sack. Scott lurched up and
continued the finger-toes walk getting kicked twice more in each
hammy....flopping and being stepped on each time.

Jer ushered his wounded prey into the basement of the house.  While this
wasn't a finished area, Jeremy's dad had a couch, TV and small  fridge to be
by himself when he wanted.

Jeremy never asked Scott how he got there that night. He must have assumed
the kid had the car, but he didn't. He'd walked and hitched the five miles
from  his town, his dick dripping gooey dreams of his 'master'.

Jer pulled the doof's face by the chin up and ripped the tape off  before
yanking his head into his shorts and made like he was  buffing his fly with
Scott's face. "Tongue it queenie!" Jeremy gruffed at him.  Feverishly, Scott
went about licking up and down Jer's fly till it was  damp.

Then he propped Scott's chin atop the edge of the sofa cushion....his  neck
and chest bowed into edge of it. Scotty felt it scrape at his adam's  apple.

Jeremy dropped his spit-moistened pants, kicked off his sneaks and sat  his
boxered ass right into Scott's face and leaned way back, lifting his legs
and setting his socky feets on Scott's shoulders. "Lick the ass outta my
shorts,  punk," he demanded.

Scotty licked the linen material.

"Harder! Faster!" Jeremy barked.  The kid was like a dog lapping water
from a bowl as he tongue-wiped his master's boxered butt.

The boxers were soon soaked, soppy and sticking into Jeremy's crack.  "Dig
in witcher tongue, faggot! Gimme 'hungry shorts' with yer taster!"

Scott re-energized his efforts and drove cloth and tongue into Jer's tail
slot.

Jerry wiggled his cheeks and then pulled his shorts up and off while
pulling Scott's face right into his crack, tongue, nose, and all.

Scott gasped and tried to pull clear to breathe. Hard as it was it  wasn't
near as bad as trying to duck walk earlier with his mouth  taped. Finally
Jer released him just enough to grab a breath then yanked that cherubic,
sweated and flushed teenboy face back into his butt.

Up and down, and all around Jeremy wormed his ass. Ass and taint were
making tracks all over Scott's spitty, sweaty, shiny face.

Jeremy's dick was hard and bobbing against his belly and dripping now.  The
pre-fuck spoo was burbling out of his pisshole and oozing like a  glue down
the flat of his groin below is navel. Scott gasped. Jeremy's  short breaths
were getting erratic.

"G-a-w-w-w-d-d! Do I need fuckin' gettin' off sumthin' fierce!"  Jeremy
moaned to the whole wide basement. He caught himself, remembering his  folks
were just upstairs and then listened for anyone moving around.

Relieved, he continued to run his bunger slot up and down Scotty's  face at
an ever more maddening pace!

He was in a whole 'nuther place....and his tiny squeals gave his pleasure
away.

He grabbed wildly for his cock and beat it into Scott's forehead while
yanking on it till his toes curled under and his entire muscles were in knots.
He intermittently squeezed at his engorged boyman cock to quell the
ever so pleasing agony of approaching 'gasm.

He wanted to wait....to hold out....to remember this extreme pleasure for
all time as he had done so many times since that first ever time!

'Oh god how good it was to be this close!' his mind screamed. So happy! The
 thrill of it! The fucking, absolute need! He had to...   had to...oh  god
he wanted to ....to blow so bad! To feel the surging tingle of cock-crazed
glory shooting through and firing out of every nerve ending of his teen
boyness!  His went totally chicken skinnned and shivered as he groped for
Scott's head and  pulled the kid's tonguing mouth over that handsome, long, hard
stalk  of teen joy and shot and shot and s-h-o-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t!

His whole body buckled and bucked like a fucking bronco as his balls
erupted and blowed boy spoo out of that spasming cock  tube through Scotty's lips
and over his tongue while Jer  ripped Scott's head back and forth over it
like it was his jacking  hand!

"Cccchuhh! Chuchhh! Cwuhfffk!" Scotty gagged as the gurgling, bubbling fuck
 jelly smooooked out the corners of his mouth as he tried to eat, suck,
lick and  swallow and breathe, in no special order of priority.

The convulsing master teen was still bucking into his face with the after
cum thrills that bring boys back to their cocks again and again through all
their born days!


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