Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2003 10:13:00 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 20.
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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@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Zach Gets to Serve.
Chapter 20.
The Players:
Overmaster: Shane(16) His fuckboys are: Casey (14), his little brother
(they both have blond hair, not too long, but wavy like; Shane has 6", hefty;
Casey has 5" avg; Shane is 5' 7"+, about 160 lbs; Casey 5' 4", about 120
lbs....both are fair, golden tanned with tan stripes)
Zach (14)
is Casey's fuckboy, but Shane gets to use him 'cause whatever Casey owns, is
Shane's. He has black hair and eyes, 135 lbs, 5' 5", 5+ inches, fair skin,
freckles, dimples...on his tail, too.
Bart (16)
5' 6", 5 1/2", dirty blond is Shane's because he caught him being tormented
by the eight 14 yr olds in the park, and likin' it...
Adam
(16), 5' 6", 5 1/2" blond, grew up with Shane, and who Shane doped out that he
'needed' his dick
Bart was sub to 8 mid schoolers, from Benjy to Billy, all 13 and 14, who have
pics of Bart eating 'em...except, Danny, who Bart turned the tables on, and
Benjy, who has been turned over by Danny in turn....working to get revenge on
them all. It all happened when Bart tried to suck a friend of one of them...and
he blabbed to Benjy.
Stevie has 5", and is Zach's neighbor bud, who is for the first time palling
with Zach, who always treated Steve like an acquaintance. Steve has dark hair
and eyes like Zach.
(Zach has funned with Daddy Bob, Stevie's father, who pines for his son...and
now Zachie,
and searches after Stevie's boxers for a sniff and a lick...Zach knows. Steve
doesn't know about Zach and his dad.)
Colin is a sideliner, 16 year old, no neck, brush cut dirty blond, jock, beer
can cock, who thinks the kid he first got blowed by in the back of Shane's
car, was Bart...(it was Zach). He now takes out on Bart whenever he can and
brings in the kids at his locker row in the locker room....
Kip, who's just entered as Adam's first fuckboy recruit, was a 14 yr old pal
of Bart's. Bart intro'd Kip to rest room sucking at the park....where Adam
found him. He has light brown, wispy hair, hazel eyes 5'4", 110+, and has 4"
Recapping where we left off in Chapter 19.....
Casey rapped Zach, his own fuckboy, and pointed to the goop on Kip's peter.
Zach swooped right down and tongue-swiped the cum off kiddie dong, and the
shaver went right back into action.
Shane had gone into the bathroom, and when he came back he had Kip pull up
his legs again and the boys spread him out all wide-like. He told Adam to take
position between his legs, and administer to his first rookie recruit. Adam,
cupped his hands, Shane poured, and Adam applied a double handed dose of
alcohol to Kip's now burning, tingling pubes and dick and balls and
pucker....Weeeeoooooooooooo! Did Kip scream! Holy shit, did he SCREEEEEEEEEAMMMMM!
Zach and Bart had all to do to hold his kicking feet....they both got
slapped and punched by the wildly swinging young dude. Shane had moved to the head
of the bed and after Kip's siren went off, he had a prepared wad of fuckboy
boxers, Adam's, to shove in his mouth.
Something happened that had not happened in previous fuckboy adventures.
When noticing a new quiver develop in the new boy, Shane looked up, having
quieted Kipper, to see Casey, his tongue squirting out the corner of his mouth,
and working a finger up slicky boy's pussy, and Bart and Zach and Adam had their
hands all over the kid's butt, and crease and were alternately fingering Kip,
who was getting sooooooooo excited all over again as the boys relentessly
worked his toyhole.
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 20.
Kipper was herkin' and jerkin,' jumpin' and bumpin' all over the bed.
Every time he jolted, the finger up his chute hit him inside from another
direction. The sensations were fantastic for the kid and he literally body shimmied
everywhere at once so much that he couldn't catch his breath from all the
wild excitement he felt.
All his pleasers were equally excited with what they were creating at
the end of their ever pumping fingers. It intensified their desire to try and
send him to the maximum heights they could. Kip had no idea what was happening
to him, if he could have even formed a thought in his disoriented mind....but
he was literally going off every few seconds from one anal orgasm after
another. The first took several minutes to reach it's peak, but now they were coming
like race cars zooming past the grandstand.
Now the 'finger squad' was getting soooo excited....they were all
trying to get in better positions to worm their fingers deeper and maneuver them
better, to feel and watch him jump and jerk like a little sock puppet, and they
were getting two and three fingers inside boycunt all at once, in a totally
disorganized event.
Shane, who was much more stable, was totally enjoying watching, and
taping, Kip's convulsive sobbing from his totally excessive pleasure....his
kicking feet, and bed pounding fists. The boy was soaked in his own sweat
glistening in the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows.
He moved to the foot of the bed, and watched as the boy probers'
fingers seemed to all cease activity at once....and there in plain sight, was Kip's
beautiful pussy hole, still wide open. In a frenzy, probably driven by the
memory of that time they had video taped Zach's toolbox, a couple of weeks ago,
when it looked almost like this, Adam shining the flashlight down in
there....Shane dropped his boxers and plowed between the others and sank his manboy rod
right through that boyhole after the target....he hit it! Kip's hot spot! The
kid wailed in renewed 'gasm joy tingle, but now it was accentuated by the skin
burning friction pleasure-pain from Shane's big, relentless, hammering boy
pleaser.
"Fuck you, faggot! Fuck you! Do you love it rookie dude? Do you love it
Fuckboy?" Shane hollered into Kip's tear-streaked, lip quivering face.
"Please....PLEASE!!!!" Kip cried.
"Please what, you sniveling little fuck?" Shane yelled again.
"Fuck me....FUCK ME.....PLEEEEEEASE!!!!" Kip answered.
"Thatchu can be sure of, Fuckboy, THAT you can be sure of," Shane
roared.
As fired up as Shane was, he knew he was gonna go off too fast...and so, he
pulled out,
his frenzied purple-knobbed stem, bobbing and pulsing at the entrance to
Kip's toybox...and then...he drove it back in, to a surprised yelp from Kip. Out.
Rammed back in, another yelp, another pullout, and again....and again...and
the other boys were up on their knees whooping and cheering, chanting and
clapping to the beat of each bang-a-
bang and re-bang.
"Owwwwlllllooooo, ohyeh, fuckyou, ohyeah, ahhhhhh, take it you fuckin'
pussy!" Shane cried out as he shot wad after pearl jelly wad up Kip's boy
chute, ending finally, flopping to the kid's chest and squashing his crotch from
his sheer weight on the frail toyboy.
As Shane recovered, his head still on Kip, he turned to face Zach, and
said, "You, Fuckboy, get your face down this faggot's valve and clean us off,
and guide my prick out on your pussy fuckin' tongue."
"Yessir," Zach jumped and swooped, on his back, under the two boytails
and licked the ooze glooping out around Shane's thick pud. The sight of that
big boy sausage plugged into Kipper's stretched pucker, made Zach so fuckin'
hot he shivered. As his tongue worked 'round and 'round, Shane started to pull
out, and like a serving tray, Zach's rasper positioned right under it as it
exited Kipper bung. The swollen helmet rode out on Zach's little shelf of flesh,
then sunk through those boy lips to be cleaned and swabbed. The sensitivity
gave Shane that phenomenal jolt that buckled him, sapping every last ounce of
strength from him for those few seconds. Ahhhhhhh!
Shane sat up, pulling out of Zach's face and pushed it back under
Kip's bung, saying, "Getcher tongue inside there, pussy fuck, I got a plan."
While Zach tongued Kip's hole, re-wiggling the fuckboy recruit back
into a renewed frenzy of perpetual movement, Shane stepped to the floor, and
took in the sight of all the fuckboys on the bed at once.
In what looked like a light going off in his face, Shane yelled,
"Okay, look! I want reverse size order...Adam, Bart, Zach and Casey...stay in his
hole till I say, Zach," with Zach grunting, tongued deep inside Kip.
The others stood on their knees in the order Shane directed, behind
Kip's upturned butt, on the bed.
"I want you each to squat over our rookie's butt like you're gonna do
a leapfrog, hands to each other's hips, then drive one cock stroke into our
little pussyboy here, and out, and then the next, and then the next. You
listenin' down there tongue fucker?" he directed at Zach, who continued plugged into
Kip, and grunted.
"So you guys gonna look like a 'bump-'n-wave' from here," Shane
added, standing alongside. "First boy, Adam, you ramfuck, then out and rock
forward, and then Bart, then Zach, and forward, and then Casey....and then move down
and back for the next stroke, in reverse order.....and you scumsuckers...I
wanna hear our new fuckboy yelp and yowl for joy when you pleasin' him....GOT
IT???"
"YESSIR!" they all chimed out in unison, sounding like an army squad.
"So, you, toyhole tongue-bunger, that pussy wide open for some
slick-wick-dickin?" Shane asked Zach, who came out from under, yelling "Yessir!" and
lined up behind
Bart for the forthcoming power bang.
Shane grabbed the vidcam, hit START....then yelled,
"Readeeeeeeeeee.....FUCK!!!!"
Omigod, what a sight! It looked like a sidewise ballpark wave, with
exclamation points when each boy slammed right through that beautifully opened
boy pussy, while holding the hips of the boy before him, their butt cheek
dimples flexing and flushing, with their tails jutt-jerking forward, then back,
toes curling under and digging into the bedspread. Up and back, and over and
over, the boy wave rutted forward and down, and tongues, and toes, and toytails,
and ohhhhhhh, they fucked and fucked and fucked that pretty little rookie
fuckboy, who yelped with each thrust that bottomed in his tunnel
of joy. Omigod, it was beautiful!!!
Shane was on his knees now at the foot of the bed with the camera
right under Casey's balls, and he filmed each boycock plow that wide-open
winking pussy for one stroke and out, and open and refill, and chanting grunting
boys and the four ballsacks hanging down on the return stroke wave.
Now Shane repositioned, still filming, first taking the side shot of
the boywave, then Kip's tear-stained, sweaty, joy-filled face, finally,
behind Kip's head, he shot the fuckboys in the final throes of their raging boy
bang hump-a-fuck.
Scared, Casey yelled, "Oh, sir, oh sir, please, I'm ahm,
cummmminnnngggg!!!"
Still taping, Shane said, "That's fine, Fuckboy....now hear this: As
each fuckboy blows his wad, drop to your back, and suck up the gooze, as your
buddy toolman plows in."
All fuckboys nodded, and Casey dropped under Kip's oozing butthole
when he recovered, and while he tongued, Zach's prick rode right over it into
Kip, with Casey's own joyjam squirting out all around it.
When it was all over, the room and the kids reeked of cum, and
locker room, as they lay there in a boypile of sweat-soaked boy flesh. Their rookie
fuckboy, had been ram banged like none of the rest of them had in their short
lives as fuckboys. Kip's limbs were sticking up or out in all directions, and
between and under and over different boys, with the latest bung licker, the
next-to-last rammer jammer, being Bart.
It was getting close to dinner and get-home time for the little
gangbangers, but Shane said, there was one more duty to perform....Zach, who'd been
paddled for not maintaining his pubes, was to undergo the shave routine and
Casey was sent to the bathroom in all his gleeful joy, even skipping (which he
would pay for) instead of crawling as required of all fuckboys. Then with the
shock of his stupidity, he dropped to the floor in the bathroom and crawled
back out with the tools of pussy denuding.
"Too late, you little twerp. You crawl....you don't crawl....you
PAY!" Shane yelled to him as he approached the bed with the hot water, creme and
razor. "You'll be in 'fuckboy' tomorrow morning for your best friend here,"
Shane said, waving his meaty cock at Casey.
"Yessir," Casey said sullenly. He sure didn't mind the duty...it was
just he hated to fuck up....and in front of all the others, and in front of
his own fuckboy, too.
Shane had all the boys, Zach, too, lay on the bed, and watch while
Casey did the maintenance shave of Zach's boy parts, which really didn't take
much more than the electric shaver, and a few razor swipes through boy crack,
with his cheeks held open by Bart and Adam. Wash rag wiped, and Zach was good to
go.
"Getcher boymoon up in the air, dirthole," Shane yelled at
Zach....now I don't want to hear a fuckin' sound outta you...your fuckboy buds here are
gonna wail you for putting me....and them...through this cleanup you shoulda
took care of your own self."
Shane took the lead and rared back and open hand slammed him one boy
tail. The whole bed bounced as Zach's body jerked, and his legs kicked up.
Then he pointed to each fuckboy, in order, and they wailed their fellow serf, and
they really got into rhythm, smack after smack after smack. Zach's face was
all scrunched, with his eyes tight shut, tears streaming through his sideburns
into his ears.
In several minutes, Shane called a halt, and had all the boys lay
flat on the bed, sideways....alternately, with feet out to one side, head to the
other. They ended up head to foot to head...down the bed, and Shane picked up
the camera to record it. "You fags might be the first ever boy bed...a
fuckboy bed!"
I dont have to tell you, it was a site to see. Five naked young
dudes, side by side,
pinky white, where there wasn't golden brown tan...all arms out from their
bodies, under the next boy's feet down the bed. Every inch of bed, a boy part.
Wheww! He even had each kid take the big toe of the boy next to him into his
mouth to suck on and complete the boyweave.
Shane set the camera so he could get in the scene himself, and
climbed on the bed, spreading out over the boys, then raised his upper body up on
his elbows, and smiled at the camera.....hiking his knees so he could work his
toes into Zach's and Casey's pubes, where he managed to spread each big and
second toe so he could grip their pricks, bouncing them around while he
toe-diddled 'em, and they started to hunch up on their own.
Soon the boys were up cleaning the room with directions from Casey
as to where and what, except Bart, who was on all fours eating out Shanebung.
Shane's legs were wide open and up in the air, while he cheered Bart on:
"Eatchu some master bung there boyturd....enjoy that place you always wanted to be
you fuckin' little bastard!"
The other boys went about their work, so glad it wasn't them serving
right then.
When the boys were finished, and settled to their knees, in a size order line
facing the door, heads down, tongues out, hands and feet crossed, they
listened to Bart choking and gawking, his fists pounding the bed, as Shane drove his
cock missile through his throat for a sendoff boyface fuck.
Shane was on fire, and shivering from the sensations as the
cum'splosion current coursed his body from his tingling ears, to his curled up toes.
The site of his toy butt dimpling and rut fuckin' that mouth was to die for! He
cummed and cummed and....
cummmmmmmed.
"Thhweeeuckkkk!" The room echoed from the sound of Shane's fucktool
breaking boythroat vacuum, and the wheeze of new air being sucked into Bart's
mouth.
Shane stomach slammed Bart's belly with the palm of his hand. The shock of
the shot, made all the fuckboys on line jump, and Bart bounced on the
bed......"Ohhhhummpphh!"
Shane cold stared down into Bart's face, and growled, "You like
puttin' out for Colin and them other queers, Fuckboy?"
"Ye...yeh...uh...oh NO! SIR!" Bart stammered, confused.
"You fuckin' don't know whutchu want, do you? DO YOU?!!!" Shane
yelled, jamming his shoulders with both hands into the bedclothes, working up a
gobber which his spit all over Bart's face.
"I do, sir, I really do, sir," Bart pleaded back through, and
blinking out the dripping spit slime, "but they...he...makes me...I don't know
why...jus' does it to me, sir!"
"Fuckin' liar...you love cock, boy....any cock....you blow dick at
the park shitter....
with the other l'il fucker here, rookie boy...what's his name?
Kipper...right? and dem middle schoolers. You jus' fuckin' mouthpussy fer boys, you
scumwad!!! Mad as you make me boy....you gonna be serving fuckboy duty....and you'll
be loving it, too. WON'TCHU??!!"
"Oh...YESSIR...loving it! Yes sir!"
Shane pushed his peter to Bart's lips....the boy calmed, licked the
cockhead, and kissed it. Shane beat his lips with it for 3, 4, 5 times, and
the kid kept trying to tongue it, to Shane's inner glee....godddddd, he could
cock-slap those lips the rest of the night he was thinking.....
He lurched up legs in the air and to the floor like a gymnastics
dismount, and stood before his fuckboy conga line, and pointed at Zach..."You,
asshole, better keep clean...." Zach looked up, and nodded, "Yessir."
"You're morning fuckboy," he directed to Casey, who looked up
acknowledging the duty.
"And you, rookie cumball," and Kip looked up...."we're picking you
up 'fore school in the morning, 1/2 hour early atcher bus stop, to meetcher new
master Tommy." He handed him a rubber, and said, "Fill'is wit'cher jam
tonight....Tommy'll wanna see dat yur healthy." Kipper was sorta confused, and
cocked his head, but he'd ask the others later.
"You taking yur fuckboy in the boy's room, 10 tomorrow?" he directed
at Casey, who nodded...and fuckboy Zach did also.
"And you, asshole," he grumped at Bart, "you put out tomorrah fer
dem queers again, and you just get your ass to my truck at lunch...don't even
wait to be told."
"Now, getcher asses outta here, yur filthin' up my room. GET OUT!!!"
The kids all knee-scurried to the door and out onto the landing, with
the only problem being that Zach and Bart were naked.
"Barefoot, Fuckboy!" Casey yelled at Zach through the screen door.
"Yes SIR!" Zach answered.
Anyways, Bart and Zach had had to strip in the truck on the way from school,
and now were crawling down the steps with Kip and Adam as shields to the
outside, and then out in front at the bottom, as they padded their way to the back
of the truck...and their clothes. Once inside, they hustled into their outer
stuff, and stuffed cargo pockets and backpacks with underwear and socks. Zach
stuffed his sneakers in the pack too, before he jumped down, gingerly, to the
pavement barefoot, for his painful trudge home.
Stevie was horned and exasperated....watching out his window for
Zach to show. He knew what Zach told him about afternoon 'duty', and yet he even
went over to Zach's house to see if he had missed him coming in. It was
already twilight, and no sign of Zach. He'd been holding off working the straining
peter that had been tenting and gooin' up his pants for almost 2 hours.
Oh, godddd, he was sooooo happy...there was Zach! Coming into the
drive from the street...fuck-in' barefoot! Even though Zach was in a state from
the abuse of the afternoon, and the barefoot trudge home, he sorta looked
ok...fine in fact. He looked up at Stevie in the window, and gave him a weak
smile and halfa wave, before disappearing inside.
Stevie knew it was already near dinner, but after all these years
when Zach was just an afterthought, he now consumed his every waking moment,
and he just needed something, anything, before dinner. There might be time after
dinner to play, but he needed something...NOW!
There was a vapor trail behind Stevie, as he lit out through the
house and over to Zach's. He didn't even knock...just whisked through the door
and up to Zach's room. He pushed through and there was Zach, slumped at the
bedside, his pack at his bare feet, showing the wear and tear from his afternoon
of 'fun' and the painful walk home. Stevie went right over to him, and put his
hand to the kid's shoulder, and squeezed a couple times, till Zach finally
looked up at him....blankly....forlornly. Something was happening to Stevie
here. It was so subtle, Steve didn't even realize...he hadn't dropped to his knees
in 'fuckboy' like he was supposed to. Instead, he jutted his pelvis out and
almost into Zach's face.
Zach couldn't miss the aroma of slicky precum ooze that had seeped
through Steve's shorts starting from practically the minute he got off the
bus from school. It was so uncharacteristic of new fuckboy Steve to move his
hand behind Zach's head and pull him into his sogged up pants. Zach didn't even
protest, he just seemed to go with it, and soon his lips were guppy mewling
over the dick spittle back...and...forth...and over again. His tongue slipped out
and licked at the front of Steve's shorts. Steve was starting to wild up now,
and as Zach's hand absently moved up behind Stevie's butt, Steve started
hunching into Zach's face, and faster, and bumpin' him...harder....faster...
...and....and...Steve shucked his shorts and boxers in a blur, and his cock
slapped up against his shirt and belly, followed by Zach's fevered tongue. He
buckled as the rasper tickled his super sensitive underspot....triggering an
even greater flow of pre goo, the first of which spurted out over Zach's upper
lip to drool back down onto the underside of Stevie's dick where Zach
eventually slupped it up.
Then quite suddenly, Stevie pushed his 5 incher down Zach's
crotchtight-pressed face, and into his mouth, ramming it to the back, and Zach
bob-sucked right into it like the fuckboy he truly was. Stevie was so fired, his
right knee bent to the bed alongside the sucking Zach, and he leaned forward and
down, before either boy knew it, Stevie was pummel-fucking Zach's face,
full-up over and on top, laying over the kid. Those last few strokes jackhammered
boyface, and bounced them both on the creaking bed. The super intensity of
Stevie's long delayed cum, nearly knocked him out, and he fell flat over Zach, his
legs flying up behind him, while his still pulsing prick shot wad after boywad
into Zach's gasping, sucking gullet.
Afterwhile, Stevie's sated, but still hard peter slid out of Zach's
lip-smacking mouth as he rolled over and off Zach. Over on his back, Steve's
chest heaved, and his boyprick flopped back against his flat tummy, and they
both smelled the wafting aroma of dinner on the make downstairs. Steve hustled
himself up, and pulled up his pants as he looked down at Zach's shiny,
cum-slick face. He waved his peter temptingly at Zach before he garaged it, and said,
"Coming over later, to get you back on 'dis?"
"Yeh-huhhhh," Zach sorta heaved a breath of assent.
"Right man...'at's right. Yer mouth...my prick...a perfeck match,"
Steve said as he turned to the door looking over his shoulder. "Member, yur
mouth, my cock...in a hour. See yuh."
....and he was gone. Mannnnnnn! What happened here? Fuck-in'
hol-leeeee! Whut happened here?
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