Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2003 21:19:30 EST
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Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 2

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ZACH GETS TO SERVE. Chapter 2. Who Gets to Ride?
Remember, when last we looked in on Casey, his toes were the last of him seen
slinking past Shane's doorjamb as the door closed.
 It's morning, the next day, Monday morning, and Casey's scrambling to get to
Shane's room before he wakes. Quick-like-a-bunny, Casey was on his knees at
Shane's bedside, in fuckboy position. He waited patiently, then was jarred a
bit when Shane's alarm went off, and stirring, Shane's hand reached out to
pound the button down. Stretching full length, he opened his eyes, and there
was his little fuckboy, waiting to service him. Shane slept naked, so he just
rolled onto his side at the edge of the bed, boy-rod at the ready. Looking
into Casey's face, he just said, "Eat!"
 Casey knee-waddled to the bedside and with hands still behind his back and a
finger in his boyhole, he sucked his big brother's cock into his mouth.
Sucking feverishly, yet gently, he fired Shane up into a sidewize, humping
mass of pure boymelt. Shane, close now, pulled Casey's head to his pubes, and
shot a powerful load of cum into the kid's mouth. He buried his face into his
pillow to muffle his wild screams of ecstasy.
 "Ahhhh!' he sighed, as he rolled over onto his back, in aftercum glow, then
said to Casey,
"ok, fuckboy, you're gonna be my buckin' bronco this afternoon. We're gonna
break you on this brother pole of yours. So when you get home, you get that
asshole of yours cleaned out real good, and greased up; and get 3 fingers up
in there, too. We'll see how you do in the quarter-mile, fuckboy," he said
with a wave of his 7 inch persuader. "Got that, fuckboy?"
 "Yes, Sir," Casey nodded energetically, his mind whirring with the fear of
being fucked for the first time.
 "Good, now get the fuck out of here!" Shane ordered Casey.
 Casey turned on his knees, dropped to all fours, and crawled to the door and
out.

It was sort of a dismal morning. Not just because it was Monday, and a school
day, but it
was gray, a little chilly, with a steady drizzle. Wearing a windbreaker,
backpack slung over one shoulder, Zach waited in the rain for the bus. Cute
kid was Zach, about 5' 6", 14, his second week in 8th grade. He had jet black
hair and eyes, slim and firm body, camoflaged in his baggy pants, sweatshirt,
and no more than 135 lbs.

It was the day after Jarrod's birthday sleepover in the teepee with his four
buds. It was the first day after he had sucked his first cock. The first day
after he'd spent a whole night...sucking cock! Casey's cock. He had been so
scared; so embarrassed; then in love with it. In love with cock! My god! He
had loved eating cock! and cum! all night!!!

 Bemoaning his fate there, on the corner, in the rain, he was startled as a
mid-sized SUV-type, car screeched to a stop, just past him. Wide-eyed
alert, he perked up when he saw older kids he recognized inside. Shit, he
thought, they were gonna give a middle schooler a ride to school! He was
already planning to be the cock of the walk, telling his buds that upper
classmen gave him a ride today. The back door flew open, and Tommy, a
sophomore, with a big smile, waved him in.
 Zach was in the back seat in 2 steps, Tommy leaned across him, pulled the
door closed, and Shane hit the gas. As he steered back onto the road, Shane
turned back to Zach, saying, "So, how's it feel in your first weeks back to
dumb school, kid?"
 "I dunno,"Zach offered, "same stuff, different year, I guess."
 "Hu, hmm" Adam chuckled, from the right front seat. "Boy, if that ever ain't
the truth. I'm so sick of this shit.
 "So, my name's Tommy," his back-seat companion offered, holding out a hand
to shake.
 "Uh, yeh, I know...I'm Zach," he said, taking Tom's hand. Zach felt a bit
strange. Did Tom
hold his hand extra long, or ... Then, Zach's thoughts were interrupted when
each boy from the front seat also introduced himself, and shook hands.
Weirder still, there was no mistaking. Each boy had held his hand extra long,
particularly Shane, who both held, and tightened, before finally letting go.
 The boys talked kid jabber on the way, then as they got to the school lot
entrance, Tom said, "So, since you live on our run, want to ride with us to
and from school? You can shove the fuckin' bus, and hang with us after
school, sometimes, too. We have some good times. Don't we guys?" he called to
the others up front.
 "Betcha," chimed in Adam, touseling Zach's hair, "we'll show you fun times."
 Without any prompting, Shane and Tommy, howled and Shane said, "You got that
right!"
 With a wink, Tommy grip-slapped Zach's upper thigh, and said "Meet us here,
at 2:45, bud, and we'll show you the time of your life!"
 Whew! It felt great being with older guys, but whut's up with them? They'll
"show me the time of my life?" What's up with that?
 As the others lit out for class, fivin' other drive-to-school buds in the
lot, Zach was not among 'friends' since none of his class got to drive to
school.  Sort of lonely, he shuffled among all the strangers through the lot
to the middle school building, the other side of the high school. Somehow,
the confusion kept him from crowing his former elation about his new 'older'
friends, to classmates, as he had planned.
 He had forgotten all about his love affair with Casey's dick, as he swooned
through the morning. He came to in a hurry as he hit the locker room for gym,
and Casey was at his locker. As he drew up close, Casey leaned in and
hoarsely whispered to him, "Get your fuckin' ass changed and be in the
toilet, suckboy!"
 Zach fumbled around getting himself changed and gear stowed, and before he
knew it, was at the toilet stall door. Most of the kids were clearing out to
gym class as Zach closed the stall door behind him. Casey, who had been
sitting on the seat, got up, pulled his shorts down, climbed up and sat on
the tank with his sneaks on the seat. Holding his semi-hard peter, and waving
it, he said, "Let's get your brunch, suckboy! Blow me!"
 Zach wasted no time and went right to work eating his bud. In no time, Casey
was bouncing his tail off the tank and pumping a load of teen cream into
Zach. "Swallow it, cocksucker, swallow it!" Casey whispered. When Casey's
dick was finally drained, and with Zach still palms down on the seat and
looking into Casey's face, the young towhead whapped his fuckin' dick back
and forth across Zach's cheeks....again and again....and again. Then, with no
warning, he just jumped down, slammed Zach back into the door, pulled up his
shorts, pushed Zach away, and was out the door.
 The day was uneventful, and since the older kids were at the high school,
there was no running into them during the schoolday.
 Well here he was, 2:45, by Shane's car, alone. Leaning against the backdoor,
he started to get antsy, that now he was stranded if the kids stayed late for
some high school event....because by now, his bus home was gone.
 "Aha! Very obedient," yelled Adam, as he and the others surfaced from thin
air, seemingly. Zach was startled, and gave up a weak smile of
acknowledgment. Truth be known, Shane, Adam and Tommy had been waiting, to
check Zach's arrival out, behind a partition, near the car.
 Adam opened the back door, got in and Zach followed. As he reached back to
get the door, he grabbed hold of Tommy's pants front. Tommy was also getting
in the back seat,
and had positioned himself where Zach's hand would be. Zach was really in a
quandry now.
Three guys in the back, while one guy 'chauffered'? He was afraid to ask not
wanting to be made the fool by these older boys.
 His mind awhirl, with Shane singing to the radio, Tommy and Adam had pulled
off their jackets, sneaks and socks, and started shucking their shirts. Tommy
motioned for Zach to do the same. "Come on bud, we're hittin' the beach for
some after school rays. Start getting with the program."
 Dumb enough, Zach started stripping down, too. Shane pulled the SUV into the
upper beach area, overgrown with tumbleweed-like brush sprouting from the
dirty sand. The whole area was barren of beachgoers, at this hour, and on
what had started out so dreary a day. The older kids piled out, and SHAZAM! a
cooler of beer appeared, a blanket and some towels. They plopped on the
blanket, near the car, and all took a beer, save for Zach, whose was handed
to him by Tommy.
 It was 3:00 PM, when they took that beer out, at 3:20, they had coaxed 2 of
'em into Zach; none of them had even finished one. They asked Zach to go into
the car and get the camera. When Zach, wobbled on his knees getting up, and
fell on his face when he tried to stand, the three teens licked their palms
and did fivers all around. Tommy and Adam brought Zach back on to the
blanket, and started brushing the sand off him, particularly over his fly.
Shane went to get the camera. Laying down next to Zach, Tommy whispered to
him, telling him how good Zach felt, and that he was going to feel so much
better with his pants off, so he could relax. Zach was nodding and mumbling,
and Adam brought over the other guys' half-finished first beers.
They would have Zach take small sips, intermittently, while he was being
undressed. As his underwear came off, Adam, from behind, lifted Zach up from
the waist, and onto all fours. Zach was positioned over, and straddling
Tommy. As Adam whispered to Zach that Tom wanted his pants off like Zach,
Zach undressed Tommy. Unbeknown to any of them, Shane had set a video camera
on, and was filming everything. Shane figured he'd make the film, then see if
he had to edit his buds out in part, or in toto, since all he originally
wanted was Zach. In his stupor, and seeing a couple of blurry Tommies below
him, Zach wasn't really aware that Tom was waving his boy rod at him. Adam
pulled Zach's legs out from under him, and Zach fell flat, and face-on
Tommy's crotch. All the boys started to taunt and chant, "Take it Zach. Suck
it Zach, You want it Zach. Eat him, boy. Suck you some boy cock, Zach." Then
Adam, crawled right up by his ear, and told him over and over how good it is
to serve an older boy, who likes you a lot, and is willing to share you with
his friends. "All he wants from you Zach, is a little payback, and you know
how much you want to do it. Go ahead Zach, it's good for boys to serve, Zach.
Nice and gentle, that's it just a lick, yeah, a taste, good boy, now lay
right down and get comfortable. Pull that beautiful cock you love right into
your mouth, and show Tommy how much you appreciate what he's doing for such a
young middle schooler like you."
 Oh, now, drunk on beer, drugged on Adam-talk, Zach swooned over Tommy's
prick and sucked the whole thing into his mouth, sucking madly while holding
onto it with his hand. Polaroid flashes went off successively from the
left-front of Zach, showing his hand, mouth, and boy's dick in it, even the
cockhead ridge, at several in and out stages.  Some shots even showed that
boy tongue licking and swirling over the cockhead.
 "Suck me boy! Suck me!!" yelled Tommy. "Oh, I'm gonna gush!" Tommy exploded
into Zach's mouth and the boy's stupor prevented him from knowing what was
coming or avoiding it. Adam, kept whispering, "Swallow it! Swallow it!
Swallow, boy!"
 The scene was repeated with Zach being taunted by Tommy, to suck Adam. Zach
blowed Adam till the boy blew his wad almost straight down Zach's throat.
Then it was Shane's turn. Shane had Zach undress him, slowly. If he moved too
fast, Shane would smack his hand. When Shane was completely naked, still
standing, while Zach had been on his knees,
he started to dodge and dart around Zach. He was making Zach chase, and grab
for his cock, as Zach crawled all around the blanket, on, then off, reaching
for the boy's cock to suck, being driven by Adam's constant hoarse whispering
guidance. His condition, and the 'guidance', had Zach certain that all he
wanted was more and more boy cock to suck. Tommy and Adam alternated on the
still camera, while the videocam kept whirring right on. Shane had stocked up
with more than enough film packs, and though he didn't think he would need
it, he brought an extra video blank. Finally, Shane let Zach 'catch' him, and
as he gripped Shane's dick, and crawled up to suck it into his mouth, Shane
smacked Zach's hand off him, and beat the kid's face with his dick, oh, so
degradingly. He then asked Zach what he wanted? Zach looked into Shane's
eyes, so pained.
 "You fucker, beg me! Beg me!!" Shane screamed.
 "Please. Please?" Zach begged.
 "Please what? you dumb bastard?"
 Zach was drunk, and lusting, and crazy out of his mind, and kept falling to
the blanket each time he reached out for Shane's dick, and lost his balance.
Behind them, Tommy and Adam were doubled up, in tears, laughing at this sad
spectacle. Zach didn't know what Shane wanted him to say.
 "Ok, you stupid shit, I'll give you a chance. You beg for my cock to suck.
You say, "Sir, please may I suck your cock?" Shane instructed.
 Zach, once again reaching out, Shane again dodging, with cock flopping in
the air, Zach once again falling on his face, raised his boy head up,
reaching out with his hand, and pleaded, "PULEEZE Sir, may I suck your cock?"
 Shane finally relented, and let Zach again 'catch' him, and pull himself up
by gripping Shane's legs, then going hand-over-hand, till he was back up on
his knees. Then Shane rammed his cock right to the back of Zach's mouth,
gagging him momentarily. He let Zach recover, and then let the boy nurse his
pecker to a most violent cum. "Swallow my jam you motherfucker, eat my jizz!"
 By 3:55, Zach had sucked three boys, was naked on his knees, jacking his own
dick, and his hand was reaching out for more cock to suck, as he turned
'round and 'round on his knees, as the boys all circled, and dodged around
him. They each had him down a second load of their cum. Shaming the boy, they
had sat in a semi-circle, and pulled him by the hair, from cock to cock to
cock. They'd let him suck each dick for about a 5-count, then yank his head
to the next kid. As each boy came close, they'd hold him on that kid's pecker
till the boy cummed. Thence, to the next boy, and so on. Then, leaving Zach
lying there, belly down, on the blanket, cum and spit drying and crusting on
his face, the kids all got up, dressed, packed up the gear, and got back in
the car for the short trip back to Zach's to drop him off. Adam and Tommy had
hauled Zach up, and shuffled him into the car, between them. Only, Zach, was
still naked. They pushed him to his knees, on the floor of the car, facing
them in the back seat. They moved his head and mouth from dick to dick, and
back and forth, until he brought them both off....again! Shane parked down
the road from Zach's house. Quickly, Shane and Adam switched places, and
Shane stuck his meat in Zach's mouth for his third blow job. "Very good work,
my boy, very good. You have served us well today, and you will serve us much
better from now on. You are our suckboy, boy, hear?" Shane screamed at him.
Zach nodded energetically. God, they owned him!
 "Starting right now, you address us as 'Sir'; you obey every command without
question, and now before you get dressed, tell me what you are," Shane
demanded.
 Zach was confused.
 "Damn you, boy, you are our suckboy! Now say it!" Shane was screaming.
 "I'm your suckboy."
 "Damn, you are thick. How do you address me when you speak, suckboy?" Shane
asked.
 "SIR! I'm your suckboy, SIR!", Zach yelled.
 "Finally," Shane said feigning exasperation, then said, "okay, you guys
clean him up and get him dressed. And you, suckboy, be on the corner in the
morning a half-hour earlier, so we can get going on your chores, on your
first full day as our suckboy."
 "Yes, sir."
 Then Shane, back in the driver's seat again, turned back, one final time as
the boys were helping Zach get his jacket on. He said, "Put your underwear in
your backpack in the morning...socks, too, just wear outer clothes...it'll
speed things up in the morning." Reaching in his pocket, he brought out a
rubber. "Here, take this. Beat off in it tonight, twice; then once more
tomorrow morning. Bring it with you full of your cum in the morning." He
pointed expectantly at Zach, who  was now standing by Shane's front window.
 "Yes, sir".
 "You got it, suckboy. You got it. Morning. Half-hour early. Be here!"
Vrrroooom! Zach was breathing car exhaust, as Shane sped off. Absently, he
licked his lips, the last boy he ate was Shane. His knees buckled a little.
He caught himself, went up the street to his house.
He knew, but almost didn't know, all that had transpired these last 2 hours.
God. He'd know soon enough. Would he ever! He clutched and squeezed the
rubber packet, over and over in his sweaty hand.
 Shane dropped the other kids off, and pulled into his own driveway. 'Round
the back, up the steps to the back porch, then into his room. Patiently,
dutifully waiting, on his knees,
tongue out, and feet crossed, was his naked little brother, Casey.
 As Shane plopped down on his bed in front of Casey, he said, "Untie my
sneaks with your teeth, boy."
 "Yes, sir," said Casey, as he pulled the laces open, and loosened them with
his teeth.
 "Pull 'em off now....and now the socks, with your teeth." he directed. "Lick
my feet, and suck my toes. I want you to really work on 'em now. Let's see
that spit-drool after you get going." The young boy worked on his brother's
feet for 10 minutes.
 "Ok, ok, boy, get up here, get me undressed, SLOWLY. Then I want you to eat
out my pits, tits and lick my cock hairs," he ordered Casey. With that, Casey
scrambled to get up on the bed, and stripped his brother, so agonizingly
slowly, it was erotic, in itself. And Shane showed a raging hard, in spite of
the 3 loads he pumped into Zach just 45 minutes ago.
 Finishing a licking, sucking and matting of Shane's pubes, but with his
tongue still in Shane's little forest, he looked up to his brother with cute,
bright blue eyes, awaiting the next route of this tongue journey.
 "GENTLY, cup my balls in your hand, and lightly, slowly, lick the entire
sack. Now all this prep stuff....here...I want you to remember. This is the
procedure each afternoon. Got it?"
 "Yes, sir," said Casey, obediently setting to work on Shane's nut sack.
 After a few minutes, he said to Casey, "Alright, let's get to the main
attraction here.
I want to get blowed quick, and then I want you to get me up as fast as all
possible, and then get that little pucker of yours on my boy pleaser, FAST!
So let's get to it!."
 Casey scrambled so he was up between Shane's legs, pulled his big brother's
dick down toward him from its belly-repose, sucked it in, and gave Shane a
frenzied, sucking vacuum job. The poor kid was trying so hard to beat some
unknown speed-cum record, so his brother would be happy....and not angry. In
no time, his brother was bucking and shooting off in his mouth with just the
slightest, "Mmmmumph," as a signal. Casey then fingered and played around
Shane's groin, to heat him up quick again. For a virile young boy such as
Shane, a cum barely challenges future readiness, and thus, was semi-hard
already. Tenderness eased, Casey tongue-tickled Shane's cockhead, while
whipping his rod to full hardness.
 "Dju clean your hole out when you got home, boy?"
 Casey quickly nodding for expectant approval, said, "Oh, yes, sir, I'm
clean."
 Shane nodded tentative approval, saying, "Well good, but the big test is
what we see when you get down there to clean me off right? If chocolate
custard is what you want, that's what you'll get, if you didn't do a good
job, right?"
 "No sir, I'll be REAL clean, sir, I will be, I promise."

 Pretty boy, young Casey, 13 year old cherub-serf to his brother, starting
last night,
rose up to straddle his big brother's prod. His golden hair shone from the
light pouring through the window, in the late afternoon sun. He had a shock
of it hanging down over his forehead, which he exasperatedly blew away for
the moment while he tried to position himself in the most brother-pleasing
way possible...as quickly as he could. He was sort of a pinky-tan, with the
standard, white butt-stripe from his bathing suit. A pug nose, blue eyes,
slim, firm and about 120 lbs soakin' wet, he was a toy model of his older
brother.  Shane often felt like he was seeing a rerun of his prior years when
he gazed at his brother...and that image was magnified now that their new
ruler-serf relationship had formed.
 "Dju grease up, boy?" Shane barked.
 Casey nodded, and said, "Yes, sir, I did, and used three fingers like you
told me."
 "You better had, or you're gonna be screamin' like a banshee in a minute.
Park it pussy!"
Shane ordered.
 Gripping his rod like a club, and shaking it at his brother's face, he said,
"Ok, boy, let's break you like a fuckin' bronco. Take a ride!"
 Casey, pre-greased and probed, climbed aboard, easing down on the spit-slick
pole. Seven hard, corrogated, velvet-smooth inches of boy-cock slid up
Casey's pretty butt.
In one, smooth, slow descent, Casey was fully rooted. "Arrrghhh, uhh, ummm,
weeeww," groaned the boy; tears just gushed from his eyes. He burned. Oh, how
he burned! But, he knew he had to be ready for the electric slide his brother
was gonna get real used to from now on.
 Shane, humped up, and said, "Let's go boy, make me happy."
Shane helped a bit by cupping his hands under the kid's buns to give him some
support.
 "Ummm, very nice, fuckboy, very nice! I definitely see an improvement in
your readiness to please your brother. Now let's see how happy you can really
make me.  I want to see that tongue flying out of your mouth, slobber
drooling down that chin, and I want to hear that pretty, sexy music from your
throat that tells me how much you love to make me happy. Let's do it,
fuckboy, ride, fuckboy, ride!" Shane ordered in higher and higher pitch, as
his little brother had already started unmercifully fucking his own boyhole
with his brother's cock, faster, and faster, and pounding and ever
faster....the sweat was beading, his tears, the drool, was running down his
chin, puddling on Shane's belly, his tongue, oh his breathing was short,
shorter, "Unh, unh, unh, unh," grunted Casey, riding the rail to pleasure,
his brother-pole.
 "Long-cock yourself, fuckboy, long-cock! Get up there high when you ride!"
Shane yelled.
 Poor Casey was doing everything he could, but his brother just couldn't get
enough of him. His head was bouncing all around like a bobble-head doll's.
 Finally, "Ummmm. Ungghh. Take it you! Take it fuckboy!" Shane strained, as
he shot his load up inside Casey. "Eeeuuuuueee, you are one good fuck, boy!
Ooooomm, uh, unh, now easy when you raise up. I want you to keep my goo
inside, for a bit. Let's get your finger up there. Good boy. Now get your
pussy mouth down on my boy pleaser and clean me off."
 With his own finger up his hole, the boy scrambled to suck off his brother's
dick. And suck he did! His brother was rock hard again, when he was pushed
away. Shane now maneuvered Casey, so that he was up on his shoulders, as
close to looking up his own asshole as he could.
 "Ok, boy, let's get that butt-finger of yours to start serving my sperm goo
into your mouth. I want you digging around in there till you got it all,
hear?" Shane ordered.
 Casey enthusiastically nodded, and got right to his buttjuice protein.
 Shane, lying full length, on his side, propped on his elbow, head in his
hand, enjoyed the spectacle of his kid brother eating the cum from his own
boyhole. When he was done, he just stayed with feet back over his head,
blankly staring through his legs, unconsciously waiting for orders from Shane.
 "Ok, now, move your pussy over here, and ease down against my side. I want
you to completely relax," he said, as he ran a smoothing hand over Casey's
stomach and chest.
"I want to see if you ooze any more juice, boy. You relaxed and comfy?" Shane
asked.
 Casey said, "Yeahhh....Sir!" almost forgetting his fuckboy status.
 Shane checked Casey's pussy, and there was just the slightest trickle of
Shane-drizzle on the boy's pucker. "Ok, fuckboy, very good, wipe your fingers
over your butt, and eat the rest of that goo, then get in the shower and get
my water warm.
 Finishing his butt snack, Casey slid off the bed to the floor and crawled
into the bathroom and ran the water for Shane, got out kneeled in his
cross-foot, clasped-hand, tongue out and head down position, to await Shane.
 Shane strolled in, cock bobbin', walked up to Casey, and ordered, "Tongue,
fuckboy!" Casey raised his head and inch-by-inch, knee-walked to Shane's
cock. Shane rubbed it back and forth, and back and forth over Casey's tongue,
till it was quivering.
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