Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2005 10:07:00 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Willie and the Hand Jive.  Chapter 11

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		  Willie and the Hand Jive.  Chapter 11.

The kids who merely watched were becoming numbed from shock at the sights and
sounds of the forbidden....the shame....the things they'd never think
of....being acted out before them. A naked boy...out there on display....this really
embarrasses a boy who sees it let alone being the one having it done to him.
Boys don't want to have other boys stare at their nakeds....OR GIRLS!!!

The sight of bare boy cocks standing out and feeding endlessly through a
suckboy's sweated, hanging face and swollen, sucking, drooling lips.

Some kids were amazed at Bill's shaved cockhairs and got close enough to
touch. Others wanted to knead and feel Billy's nuts while examining and feeling
all the parts of him up close. Some kids were so shamed they would get dizzy
just getting near to Bill's trembling boy person. Some were surprised at the
uneven seam along the bottom of his cock. "Man," one kid said, it looks like the
fold of the first sheet on toilet paper rolls.  (There would be lots of
self-examinations in the bathrooms at home later that night) Others were amazed at
the seam that looked like piping down the center of his balls and right into the
middle area between his nuts and his butthole.  One girl said, "His toes are
so cute," giggling while two other girls joined her fiddling with them, and
making 'em wiggle when they tickled his soles.

Boys lined up next to his extended hands to get jacked off. Still pics were
being shot throughout the whole scene. Kids were leaving with pictures of their
cumming dicks shooting through Billy's hands and lips. Of course there were
several digitals with sequence and movie function recording the action. Some
kids were taking cell phone shots as well.

The bell rang for class change and kids started back to school, holstering
their puds, and gaping at the photos of their kid and dick play. All the girls
got stills of Bill lying out there on the table in his total nakeds with
various things, boy parts and girl fingers probing him.

As the crowd peeled away, with Jackie's lead, the boys that were still around
whipped out and stood on the benches and pissed all over Billy where he lay
still being made to pull his prick non-stop. He had his legs up and spread with
his kielbasa-stuffed hole open to the world.

Piss cascaded over him. He took direct shots to his mouth and nose, his
jackin' hand and his kielbasa stuffed asshole.

Then......it was quiet.

Billy was absently still jerking his wick there under the trees....spitting
up and soaked in piss.....his butthole still squeezing on the giant sausage up
his bunger....all alone.

He looked around in the hazy daze that was his mind, yet still lay there
seemingly unable to move.

Slowly he rolled to the edge of the table and swung his feet to the bench and
sat up. In his stupor he still was pulling himself.

He wiggled his toes as if trying get his parts working again. There was piss
between his toes...well, between everything. As he looked 'round him he saw
his clothes scattered all around and made a plan to get down and get dressed.

In classes where there were computers, Bill's image was being emailed, filed
or stored for posterity.

He was going to dress in as little as necessary and try to get the piss, cum
and pussy jam off him even though he was surely going to miss the next class.

While the water sprayed over his recovering form he shivered looking at the
tile floor he'd be plastered to, waitin for whoever it was that ordered him to
be there later that afternoon....the coach? The water felt so good. He
shivered...ohhh he was jacking his smoothe pinky-white dick again. He grabbed his
balls, crouched...."Ohhhgodddd...... soooooogoooood!" he wailed in the echoing
shower room.

Willie and the Hand Jive....had finally cummmmmmed! This never-ending day had
just begun!

Willie and The Hand Jive.  Chapter 11.

When he came out of it, Willie was slumped naked under the shower, his butt
sucking water from the tile floor, his spent wick in his hand. The cum shot had
all washed off and swirled its way down the drain in the center of the floor.

He didn't know how long he had fogged over, but finally he managed to get up
and made his way into the locker room to dry off and dress for next class.

As he got to class, there was no need for pretense any longer. The whole
student body
knew who Bill was and what had happened last hour. Matter of fact, they knew
every tiniest thing about him. There were pictures of every single part of his
body in close-up, available to any kid who wanted it on the computer.

They even got down to the seams on his nutsack and pecker....his nipples,
naval and pits.
There were pics inside his hole, his mouth, and up his nose. Of course there
were follow shots with each hole filled with anything from cum, piss, a dick,
a feather, sausage.....

Hmmmm...'Whatever happened to that sausage tail?'  Bill wondered. He shivered
at one point, thinking he shoulda trashed that. He didn't want that surfacing
with his butt slime on it later on during the school day.

It wasn't likely Billy would want to see his inner most boy parts on display
like the whole rest of the school would.

Several afternoon parties were being planned by the girls to get together
around big screens and examine the objects of their eternal pussy joy.....a naked
boy!!! UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL!!!

Amazingly, the rest of Bill's classes went without incident albeit shrouded
in the giggles and snickers as he entered each classroom. When kids got his
eye, they would grab there crotches, and rub, or just point with that look
saying, "Hey man, eat me!" He just would turn and sit down, with nothing more than a
blank stare.

Since Bill normally left for home after last class, he had to stall around to
wait till the sports teams finished showering and left the shower finally
quiet at 4 PM. He made himself scarce so he wasn't subjected to any more abuse at
the hands of his prick 'friends'.

He sighed at the sound of the 4 o'clock bell. The bells went off in school
throughout the day even when classes were over for the day.

In a trembly shuffle, he made his way down the hall to the locker room. The
heat and fog from the showers was still hanging in the air od the desolate
room. He went to his locker, stripped off and locked his locker. In the shower he
stared at the center of the tile floor where hundreds of boy feet had padded
throughout the day. At the floor where many an ounce of piss had flowed from
the cocks of boys who cared little about where they relieved themselves. The
same floor where his own wacked out teen cream had flowed to the drain early that
afternoon.

With a heave and a sigh he kneeled his naked body to the floor, lay flat as
instructed, and pillowed his right cheek on his folded arms.....and waited.

His wait was fitful. It seemed like hours! He wanted so much for the horrible
day to be over. His mind was whirling. He could run out of there...why
subject himself to this? Then he'd catch himself. He didn't know who it was, and
he'd rather it all happen in quiet than another public display. He thought of
Kenny's guiding words....of the promised internship....of
changing....leaving....school. He couldn't believe it! He loved school and his life and his buds and
everything....just a few short weeks ago. Now....now that was all
gone....replaced with his having to present his naked self to the ravages of any fucking
boy in school without recourse, and without an inkling of what he was
anymore...if he was anything.

EEEEEEEERRACKKKK!!!

The screech of the outer door went through Bill, and he jerked there on the
floor, trembling.  There was the flip of the door latch.

Then...not a sound. Quiet.

Was that a shuffle of feet? Yehhhh...it was. Bill could hear a slight squeak
of sneakers, probably with no tread left, scuffing along the smoothe cement
locker room floor approaching the entrance.

He could here flicking sounds, a zipper, and then two louder shuffles of
sneaks being kicked off. Bill's new benefactor removed his socks, and pulled out
on his soft prick. Every guy does that when he gets naked....the reason? Well,
most guys are soft, and their dicks are all mashed and shrivelly in their
jocks, briefs or boxers. A guy wants to look bigger than that when he's naked even
by himself. Just can't bear the thought that  his dick might be too small. So
he grabs and pulls on his flaccid hanging maleness to make it more prominent.

Noiselessly, the bare feet made their way to Bill. They kicked at the calves
of Bill's legs and they opened...another kick....they opened wider yet.

Bill felt the sides of two knees pressing against his inner thighs. He heard
a hawking spit, probably into the hand of his soon to be fucker.

He jumped when he felt the fingers at his crease....working inside, up, then
down, then in and in more, and deeper, and "Ohhhhhhh!" into his previously
sausage ravaged boy hole, and then "Urrrnfff!" he grunted as more fingers joined
the first and worked 'round and 'round inside that young teen bunger.

Then as the fingers toyed Bill's hole, he felt a set of fingers at his lips.
They hooked around his cheek and entered his mouth. He sucked without being
told. Then they were out and swapped with the fingers that had already been
working in Bill's tail. Bill's head jerked back at the intensity of his own
asspussy smells on those fingers. But then, he took them inside as well...and
sucked....and sucked....

When the butt finger friggerin' got Bill into a full floor rutting hump and
grunt rant, they were removed, and his butt bubbled up into the air, seemingly
following the fingers that had voided his young toolbox. The head of his hard
dick slid up and back against the tile as his butt rutted up and down
absently, searching for filler.

Before he could raise his head, a hand firmly pressed at his neck. A
spread-legged crotch was before his face at eye-level on the floor. A massive prick
was leaking in front of his eyes. It soon sought and found Bill's lips. In, and
Bill gawked from the awkward strain of raising up to get over top of the huge
hard dick and then to allow it to slip over his tongue. The  prick probed hard
into the roof of his mouth as his tongue aimlessly swirled around under it,
and up each side. The thickness matched none he'd been made to service to now,
well, except for when Jackie and Jerry were both in his mouth together that
time. His mouth was stretched to the limit...

The hand pulled and released on the back of his head as the big dick fucked
the boy's face. Bill assumed he was lubing this boy pleaser before it be
inserted up his lubed up boy bunger.....but noooo...NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Soon, the big
body was on it's knees, fucking Bill's face like a wild animal and then there was
the jungle scream of an animal and his mouth was flooded to overflowing with
cumjelly!

Bill coudn't keep up. The cum drooled in streams out and down both sides of
his mouth and face. Both bodies were heaving, sighing and gasping as the cum
ebbed into just a throbbing hard cock inside Billy's face.

As the big dick slipped out over Bill's lips, the hands pressed down on the
back of his head and guided it like a hand on a basketball, down into the
spilled cumspooge on the tile floor. Bill needn't be told. His lips were smoooshed
into the muck and soon he was sucking it all into his mouth and swallowing.

Those fingers were back in his mouth and slicked up in the last of the
slupped up goo. With two fingers of cum slime collected off Bill's tongue, the
fingers pulled out and soon, Bill felt them seeking his buycunt. "Ohhhhhhnnngh!!"
he grunted as they sunk into his body to the third knuckle and ticked at his
joy buzzer deep inside.

He bucked two times, three times, a fourth time as the fingers triggered his
boyfuck muscle. The big body was still scrunched against his bent back face as
the fingers crooked into his bunger. Then he asshole was void again.

Those hands were once again maneuvering his head and face, and this time from
pit to tit...then the other pit and tit. Oh godddd, he had to suck and lick.
The chest was a bit hairy, and the musky man pits, moreso. He was sure now it
wasn't a classmate.

Now his flapped out lips were being dragged the full length of the big chest
and into the belly button, where he digged in his tongue, while his face was
worked 'round in small circles while he sucked it out.  Then he was pushed down
into his folded arms again.

He felt legs full length lay against the insides of both of his. They felt so
hot to the touch. Bill felt the trembling in the legs. At first he thought it
was his own quivering...but it was this other guy....man....coach? He felt
good that the other person was quivery too. It meant something to him. He didn't
know whut...just something.

As heat built over his butt, he felt the cock seek his special place, his
innermost dark secret place....and "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Billy groaned
as the huge cock sank all the way through him in one lonnnnnnng, never-ending
surge.

As big and painful as it was, Bill knew the entry was slow and careful, but
fucking endlessssss!  Innnn, deeeep, deeeeper,  deeeeeeeeeper. He heard himself
screaming inside, "Pleeeeeeze....pleeeeeeeeze....uhhhhhh....oh,
pleeeeeeeze!!!!"

At lasssst! It was in. Bill was crying in relief, and his body was jerking
each sob up into his fuckman. The body heat over Billy's butt, back and neck was
in-tennnnse!!!
"Let's....be....doin'iss....ev....rey....day....boy! You down....cock on!
Cock on boy! Ev...rey
day! Unghhh! Uh! Uhhhuh!" he grunted. He was wanting this fuck. This boy
right there....right then....and for every day after!

"Got that??" he growled.

Bill nodded into his tear-soaked arms, whimpering in the knows that this was
really only the beginning! His face was buried, as he bit into his hand under
his face, trying not to scream. The big cock was soooooooo fuckin' big! He'd
never had to suffer anything this incredibly painful anywheres, let alone up
his asshole!

Bill was very aware that after having already cummed off in his mouth, that
cock could probably fuck him for hours without going off again. He shuddered at
the thought of this gut-wrenching fuck-rut going on for hours!!!

Then there was a hesitation. The big cock was imbedded deep inside him when
the plunging meat rocket just stopped. After some rummaging around above him,
Bill felt a shroud or something coming over his head. Over his eyes. It was
like a bandage...it was a headband.

Without the massive prick pulling out, Bill's legs were lifted and turned and
he was on his back....still impaled to the balls.

There were grunts, almost a ranting, chanting type of rut-fucking-grunting.
Again and again and again....Bill would never forget this. The pounding,
butt-slamming grunt would never leave his subconscious. It thundered through his
whole being. He remembered a time he banged his head into a door and got this
stunning numbing hurt, making his head fell like it was sprung tuning
fork....that's what his inner asshole felt like now.

He was fucked and fucked and fucked. The cock would ease back and then he
would be pulled over onto it, over and over, actually fucking himself. Then he
was ordered to pull himself onto the invading boy pleaser and ride it himself
till he shot off. Bill was terrified as he breathlessly reamed his own hole on
that hard, gnarled cock muscle. He was afraid he wouldn't cum without touching
himself, and then this unmerciful fucking he was taking would go on
forever!!!!!

When that thought registered he burst out crying and sobbed uncontrollably.
The fucking and the sobbing made him buck harder onto the huge invader at
nearly double-speed and and and....ohhhhhh....the boycock shot off like a geyser!!!!

"Yessssssssssss!!!" growled Billy's ham-slammer. "I knew you was gonna be the
best fuck. Andju are, boy! You FUCKIN' ARE!!!!

The cock inside him never lost a stroke. It just kept banging that boyslot
like it just started. Billy was a blubbering mass of sweat, spit, cum and tears,
as he felt the cock'vader buck up harder and faster than any time earlier.
His toes were being clutched and meshed between the fucker guy's fingers. They
squeezed Billy's toes so hard he cried out, "Owowowowowow!!!!!!"

There was a huge guffaw, followed by laughter and then Bill bounced from a
thunderous 'SMAAAAAAACKKK!!' to his soggy belly.

His sphincter tightened with the shock. His crying silenced as he tried to
find a breath somewhere. The tightening up of Bill's entire inner boy, gripped
that big cock just right and sent his fucking man off like a rocket!

The fuck-bucking redoubled and both man and boy jerked and jolted on the end
of that big cock as cum and after cum shocks rocked the rafters of the locker
room. The wild screams in that echo chamber sounded like swarming jungle
natives on attack!

As the cumming ebbed to just the pulsing in Bill's hole, he realized his toes
were being bitten down on and chewed at. Oh mannnn....he grabbed for his
steely dick again. The hands that had clenched his feet and toes through the
maximum intensity of this wild animal rut, began to slap at Billy's face now, back
and forth and over and over again and again!

Billy's hands sought to fend off the wild swings of the big, heavy hands to
no avail. There were five final one-handed slaps when Bill's wrists were
snagged by the other big hand.

Now Bill stopped. The face slaps stopped. The wrists were now held by both
hands. Bill felt something in his boycunt. It was weird. It wasn't
painful....but weird....soothing even,
and then a spray of piss shot out over him and geysered up above him
splattering on him. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was making a good guess.

His hole was vacant. Bill reached under him to feel his hole. It was leaking
slime and piss.
His fucker ordered him to finger his hole out and lick off his fingers as the
pissing began to subside. It had been finally shot up over his chest, and
into his nostrils directly, and mouth as well. He knew well enough to open his
mouth to receive without being ordered.

While he fingered the spoogepiss into his mouth, he heard the shower at the
far corner turn on. He lay there fingering and sucking and licking and then, he
pulled up the headband just a bit to peek.

There was the shower running. No one was there. He ripped off the band and
jumped up and ran to the locker room. Empty, eerily silent. He saw two drying
steps of water outside the shower entry...then nothing. He started to go back
into the shower to rinse off, then thought to run to the outer door of the
locker room. If it was still latched....the fucker was still there!!!

He almost went sailing on his ass, slipping in the wet of his feet. The
door....the latch was OPEN!!!!

Geeeeez, how long had he been been eating cum on that floor since the shower
went on?

He opened his locker and got his watch. It was 6:30! He was either fucked for
almost 2 and half hours, or....what the fuck???!

As he got home, the kitchen smells of his warming dinner in the oven relaxed
him some. Just as he was sitting to eat, the phone rang.

"Yeh...'iss is Billy. Oh...yeh, hi...uh, Web. YEHHH! I wasn't 'specting you
to be calling this late. Yeh, right. it's Friday...no school tomorrow. Ok....8
then...you'll pick me up? Great. The address is... oh, Kenny give it to you?
A'kay...good...see yuh later," Bill sighed and sat back to his cooling dinner.
The call for his first intern assignment for Rampart Sports was gonna be that
night...in less than hour! He perked up a few seconds later though, thinking
of Kenny's guidance and the chance to earn a few bucks, and maybe set himself
up for a career....something to get his mind off the spiralling mess he was in.

Bill went to his room and pulled out dress pants, sport coat, light blue
button-down shirt, and shucked his sneaks for loafers....no socks. He wore his
collar open showing his bronzed neck and upper chest. He wore a gold link chain.
He was the cat's ass for his first job trial alright!

He told his mom he had something to talk out about school, and maybe a
long-term job opportunity, in the morning. He said he was meeting someone in a
little while about the job, and would be home late. She was pleased to hear this
ambition, and said, "You have me intrigued honey, I can't wait to hear. Just
don't be too late tonight," and she kissed his forehead.

"Hey, Web. Yeh? Great? Tonight? You'll like Billy. He's a good kid. Yur his
first assignment.
Oh, and thanks in advance for the order. You'll phone it in tomorrow? Great.
See yuh," Kenny said hanging up the phone. He was running his mind through his
first day as Rampart intern with Barry. Bill was Kenny's first new intern, so
this was sort of a baptism for him and Billy.

"Waverly Hotel. Yessir, Mr. James. We have your reservation for a two-room
suite complete with wet bar and hot tub. Yessir. See you then."

As the car pulled up Bill's nervousness had been building. A hand reached out
to Bill and they shook, "Hey, dude, name's Wally Baxter."

The door opened and Bill sat in next to Wally, and then reached across to
shake with Webster James, who said, "Bill, Wally here is coach over at
Central...I'm athletic director at Valley." In back Bill saw two guys about his own age,
and must have wrinkled up a question on his face that Wally noticed.

"Oh, mannn, I forgot. Back here, is Davey and Tim." The three guys shook, and
Bill nodded to the kids as well, still wondering what they were there for.

Webster said that Davey from his school and Tim was from Wally's. He said
they liked to show some of the special players what goes into keeping a school
sports program going, besides the basic workouts and games. He said it gives you
guys a better perspective of what you're about. Bill looked back again, and
nodded again. He could swear as he turned back front he saw Davey and Tim jab
at each other and he heard snickering.

"Hello Mr. James," the desk man at the Waverly said. "Here are your keys sir,
407. Kevin is at your service upstairs setting up the bar right now for your
meeting."

As they entered the room, 'Kevin' was finishing laying out the ice bucket and
mixers, and told them that the hot tub was at the ideal temperature. As they
shook hands, Web tipped the boy a ten, and asked how long he could call on
him. "Till 10, sir, then I'm off for the night."

"If we don't call for anything further, c'mon back after you punch out, if
you like."

"Yes, SIR, uh...thank you," Kevin smiled folding the bill into his pants
while Web checked him out. As he turned and closed the door, he wondered what that
was all about. Then he felt the ten in his pocket, and smiled....his cock
tingled.

Web turned to the kids, and said, "Davey, why don'tchu guys take Billy into
the other room and check out the tub'n maybe warm Billy up for the meeting,
hey?"

With big smiles, Davey said, " Right, sir. C'mon guys," Davey motioned to
Bill and Tim as they made for the adjoining room. Bill heard that exchange, and
was hesitant. Web waved to him and smiled, and Tim put an arm around his
shoulder.

Wally was testing out the liquor stock and had drinks poured for Web and
himself as he watched the kids leave. "Good stock, Web," Wally said as he handed
him his drink. As the cubes tinkled against the glass, Web, looking at the
doorway the kids had gone through, responded, "That he is....that he is...." and
then after a sip of the drink, and smacking his lips, he said, "...and Kevin,
too," 'Clink'.


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