Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 15:01:21 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 24
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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 24
The door screeched and groaned as
it opened, and Adam was standing at one of the urinals, running his cupped hand
over his hard cock, s-l-o-w-l-y, as the other kid came up to the next urinal.
By the time Ben unzipped and pulled out his cock, he was startin' to get
hard. Adam knew it too. Two hard dicks. Side by side. Adam smiled up at the bigger
dude....who smiled back. At almost the same time they turned toward each
other slightly, waggin' their dicks, as if to say, "Want it?"
When Ben didn't make any move at
all, Adam dropped to his knees, took Ben's big meat in his hand, and looked up
as he squeezed and pulled, and boy goo started to seep from under the kid's
hood. An uncut cock! Adam'd seen some dudes in gym with the scraggy hangers on
their meat, but this wuz his first one up close. "Blow yuh fer ten bucks,
hey." Adam's other hand was up and open in front of Ben. Panting almost out of
control, the innocent looking college freshman dug into his back pocket and
pulled out a bunch of crumpled up bills and with a shaking hand, lay it all in
Adam's palm, with some of the bills falling to the tile floor.
As Adam's hand closed on Ben's
fingers and the uncounted bills, his other hand fed that choice young pud to
his mouth....just as the shiny, goo-slicked head popped all the way through the
foreskin. As it touched Adam's whisking rasper, Ben moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!
His knees buckled...........
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 24
With that, I think Adam actually
smiled over that hardening hooded boy hog, and it really relaxed him for the
first time since Shane dumped him off at the rest stop. Instinctively, his arm
wrapped around the back of Ben's rubber legs, leaned into him and supported
him....without missing a lick.
Time was a factor, and Adam went
to town, chewing that boyprick like he'd never had it before! He fucked his
face over Ben's meat like a piston head, and in no time had Ben's past the 'no
return' sign.
Ben had regained some control,
although as he got to the edge he was losing it all again. Adam's open palms
had gotten into the kid's pants and under his boxers through the leg holes. He
felt Ben's butt cheeks harden, flex, sphincter up, and there was a frozen
moment.....Adam's head kept pumping, but Ben went to stone. Adam did something
different here, sliding back to just the point where the tip of his tongue ticked
underneath Ben's bobbing, turgid, purple, pulsing pud, he looked up as Ben's
head flew back. For maybe the first time, Adam watched as a boy volleyed off
into his wide open mouth. With no control over the wildly pumping prick, while
the first shot fired off right through Adam's mouth to the back of his throat,
the next 3 furious shots had him lunging to capture them, and he actually
lipped two of them, with the middle one shooting into his nostrils. He was gonna
be smellin' cum for hours. To see that pee hole open like a guppy's mouth just
before each rope shot through, made Adam tremble with excitement. He felt like
he was watching a movie in slow motion. When the fifth pulse just started to
drool off Ben's cockhead, Adam took it all back in and literally vacuumed
every last sperm out of Ben's fiery poker. The boy bucked and quaked and fell
forward above Adam, still spasming many seconds after the last of his cum had been
sucked out of him.
Adam pulled off completely, and
as he held Ben's cock in the palm of his hand, he could still feel faint
pulsing, and he watched the cockhead slip back under the hood.
Adam carelessly stuffed the
bills into his back pocket before he worked Ben over, and as he got up, there
were some bills on the floor behind him. He bent to pick 'em up, and when he
turned back to Ben, the boy was standing there, hunched forward still, but now at
least able to hold himself up, and his breathing was back to normal. Adam
smiled and held out his hand. Ben smiled weakly, and slapped it, almost falling,
but now quickly recovering. As he straightened up, he pulled a pen from his
shirt, and grabbed a piece of paper towel to write..."Kin I have your phone or
ID? Can you, uhhhm, ya know...kin we....again?" he said as he circled his hands
'round and 'round, indicating wanting to do this all again.
Adam took the pen from the
trembling fingers and wrote his ID down, before stuffing the piece of towel into
Ben's shirt pocket. The whole cum'venture hadn't taken five minutes, but it
seemed like hours to both kids.
They both washed their hands and faces and as Ben wiped his face with a paper
towel, Adam smoothed his hand over Ben's fly and squeezed gently. Ben dropped
the towel, buckling, but then smiled and covered Adam's hand with his own,
rubbed it around a coupla times, and took it with both his hands shook it while
squeezing, and said, "Dis weekend, I hope?" with Adam nodding, 'Ok,' and Ben
was gone.
Adam wondered if Rob and Ben
would tell each other what happened. He guessed not. The car started up right
away, and soon all was quiet, and Adam peeked out the cracked open door....and
then, pulled it all the way open, and in the late afternoon sun, he sat to
the picnic table and pulled out Ben's crumpled bills, and Rob's twenty dollars.
Straightening up Ben's offering, he counted 13 dollars. He smiled thinking
what he should do to Ben to pay him back for the 'tip'. Then a tiny darkness
shrouded his brain as he realized he had to get back for Shane to pick up the
money before his date. He took off on the run stuffing his money into his pocket,
and jogged through the nearby access streets to the main road so he could
thumb him a ride home.
He was only about 5 miles
from home, but an hours walk, prob'ly. He musta been walkin' about 10 minutes,
when a young guy stopped, and asked, "Where you headed?" and they were off.
The driver made some easy
conversation early on, gave his name, and that he was out of high school and
working for a year before going to college next year. He was bigger, maybe taller
than most kids Adam hung with, and seemed 'older' in spite of his apparent
youth. He looked to have the build of football tight end, maybe. His handshake
was firm...big hand....he actually hurt Adam's so much smaller hand, as he gave
his name...."Andi, with an 'i'," he laughed. Adam gave his own name, and they
both laughed when Adam said, "With an 'm' " while Andi kept hold of Adam's
hand. Adam didn't pull away, just let it 'play' out....if there was gonna be any
play. After all Adam had been through with Shane and the others, he was very
aware of 'signals' even though he was really a sex novice.
After several seconds with
their palms pressed together, Andi released Adam's hand and asked, "You jus'
gettin' home fum school, hey?"
Adam nodded, and said, "Yeh,
welll, sorta...got out while ago, but jus' came by the rest stop on the way."
Whatever Andi's game was, he
knew that game.... and now he needed to know if that was Adam's game. "So," he
asked, "any action there?"
Adam's head snapped left to
look at Andi, but Andi cooled it, and kept his eyes on the road. He didn't
answer and jus' worked his hands into his cargo pockets, and shrugged down a bit
in the seat.
Already pretty sure he knew
what was up, Andi persisted, "Say....so was there?"
Adam felt beady sweat
breaking out all over him, and his clammy hands clenched in his shorts.....and he
said, "N-nuh-no, uh, whatta yuh mean?"
Andi, yukked out loud, and
said, "Come'on l'il dude. Look atchu....you're a fuckin' frigged out mess. Yur
hair's like ever'where, and yur clothes look like yuh got dressed in a
closet....or.....say.....a toilet??? Shit man....and now you shaking an' all
nervous'ed up. How's about I tell you? You got blowed at the restroom...orrrr...YOU
blowed some dude at the restroom, right?"
Adam didn't answer, but
shrunk himself further down in the seat...the guy knew his game, he was so much
bigger, and, and....Adam was startin' to get scared.
Andi sensed the fear, and put
his hand to Adam's shoulder and neck, squeezed and massaged him a few times,
and said, "Hey man, I'm not puttin' yuh down, dude....hey, look....I done it
mahself. Lotsa guys done it. Lots more den you think, eh? Tell yuh what. Jus'
to prove to yuh that I'm your bud, whip it out boy, and I'll suck yer brains
out!"
When Andi thought he
saw/sensed the slightest give in Adam, he pulled to stop by the side of the road,
reached into Adam's crotch, and rubbed the boy so sensuously...and Adam gooed up
and squirmed his back up and arched forward in response with a big sigh. He was
jus' not ready for this...so fast after his first day in 'trade', and having
already got off today. Andi kept on and soon the kid's zipper was down and
Andi had Adam's still soft boy pud out his boxers fly. He rolled the peter head
over his fingers, and Adam started to get hard and harder still, and Andi was
down on Adam's little joint like a beaver. He started suck-pulling up and down
and Adam's mid-section kept jerking up to Andi's face each time and then he
started to hump Andi's face. Just as Adam left all his worries behind him and
got into this joy-filled face fuck, Andi sat up and gripped Adam's pecker with
his hand, jerking it, and making Adam continue to bounce albeit, unnerved with
the loss of that raspy tongue that was giving him so much comfort.
Unnoticed by Adam whose eyes
were tightly closed was Andi's cock fully hard and out of his pants, and
gooing up some precum, when he pulled Adam's hand from his pocket and folded it
'round that big boy hardness next to him on the seat. Ohhhhhhhh! It was the
biggest hard Adam had ever held! Andi rubbed it up and down once, twice, three
times....and then Adam's hand was running up and down faster and faster on it's
own, and Andi leaned into Adam's ear and whispered and licked a little tongue
darter, "Take me down, boy....it's gonna be soooooogoooooooood....you know
it....you want to do it, too," and Andi was still working Adam's now rock hard
peter. Gently he pulled the boy's head into his pants and face planted Adam right
over a cock so wide, Adam reworked his lips and jaw wider to take it inside.
Andi yowled, "IGNITION! Little fucker....take it baby, take it! Andi started
up-rutting Adam's fucking face and mouth and in just a few seconds, there was a
'Gwukking' and 'Awking' and 'Ahhckking' and even in the throes of an
obviously powerful cum, Andi calmly said, "Oh, baby, you are best blowboy I've ever
had, my man...my l'il dude.....Oh man! Oh MAN! I gotta place for you boy....I do
gots a place for you!"
As he absently pushed
Adam's head so far down the choking boy couldn't breathe, he shot his load. He
bucked so violently, both boys lurched up several times, and Adam was snorting
uncontrollably....and gagging for slurpy, hacking breaths....Andi, leaned back to
look down, and he smiled happily, so broadly, and so proudly at Adam.....he
had powered such a wild cum into Adam's mouth and throat it had backed up and
was even coming out his nose, down his lips.
It was glorious! Andi took the boy's face off his still spasming, drained
prick, with a "Phook!" as Adam's super stretched lips snapped off Andi's monster,
he covered Adam's mouth and nose with his own mouth and tongued and sucked
his cum from the boy's upper lip and nose. Adam's tongue went into Andi's mouth,
and the boy swooned in Andi's arms.
The recovery was a long
one. Neither boy ever softened, or garaged his meat. As Andi finally sat up, and
faced front, he looked down and saw his right pants leg was gooped with boy
jizz, seeping through and making a huge wet spot. Smiling, he looked into Adam's
face, and with his hand behind the boy's neck, he turned Adam's head down and
pointed to the patch of boy spoo Adam had shot without touching his
gun....Adam looked back up at Andi, and smiled sheepishly, but there was something else
there....what was it? Adam pushed back so he could get back down lick his own
goop off Andi's pants.
When he came back up to, he
looked sorta longingly, with far away eyes into Andi's face, and snugged up
right against Andi, who put his arm around his shoulders.
Without a word, Andi
followed Adam's directions to his house. When they pulled up in front, Andi recorded
the house number to memory, and asked for Adam's phone number. With Adam
still in a fog, Andi reminded him to put his hard prick back in his pants,
squeezing it's sticky head first.
Adam zipped up while he licked his sticky off Andi's hand, and bent down to
lick Andi's prick one last time.....till the next time, and zipped Andi's pants
for him, patting the hard cocked fly, rubbing it.
"I guess you're my boy, now
Adam. Am I right?"
"Yes," the boy nodded
looking deeply into Andi's eyes, "Oh, yes, YES....Pleeeese?"
"Yes, you are Adam.....and
fum here on you say, 'Yes, SIR!' right?"
"Yes, I am...oh yes
Iyam....SIR!" Adam said.
"When I call, we will
arrange our first day together," Andi informed.
Adam opened the door and
got out of the car. As he watched Andi take off up the street, he waved in
answer to Andi's upraised arm out the driver side window. While standing there he
was dizzy in faces and images, of these last hours. What to make of Rob and his
'date' on Friday....? and Ben, even, geez. And oh, Shane's date that night,
and the money he'd 'made' for him....not to mention his service to Shane....and
his 'need' to be Andi's 'boy'. Shaking his head...shaking it off, he just
turned to his house and started up the walk.
It wasn't too long after
that the phone rang...it was Shane. "You got me a stake, faggot?"
"Yes, sir," Adam responded,
lying, saying he made $10, figuring Shane would accept that as success...and
he did.
"Good boy!" Shane yelled
into his ear. "My date's at 7. So I'll stop by for the stash b'fore that, and
then, after the movie, I'll pick you up
for a little fun with Carrie....so tell yur 'rents you'll be out till about
9:30-10, 'got it?"
"Yes, sir," Adam answered,
and tried to ask what HE was supposed to do, but Shane had hung up. Whut the
fuck was he gonna be doin' on Shane's date? Somehow, he jus' knew this wasn't
gonna be so fun for him.
Now earlier in the day,
back at Middle School lunch period, soggy Zach made his way to the boys locker
room to meet Casey for his 'warm up'. When he got there, Casey was sitting,
facing his own locker, as Zach walked up in a sorta waddle. Casey smiled
knowingly, snapping his fingers, pointing, he indicated to Zach to drop trou. As Zach's
cargoes hit the floor, followed by his boxers, Casey shoved his hand into the
diaper. He laughed at his own humor, when he said, "Man, you could be in a
Pampers ad, fagboy....dees t'ings almost perfeckly dry." He pulled his hand out
and pushed it into Zach's face for a lickoff, before wiping it on Zach's tee
shirt. Then he had Zach step out of his pants and shorts, and walk over to the
brightly lighted area of the sinks and urinals. Backing Zach up with a short
shoves, he sat him into one of the urinals, whereupon he said, "Le's open up
faggot, and Casey'll warm up yur pud fer yuh."
Zach pulled the side
fastener and pulled the front down so Casey could stand in front of his 'boy
urinal' and piss in his Pampers....and, he did.
Zach just turned away, not
wanting to watch, but rudely jerked back to reality, when two other kids,
younger than them walked up in typical boy curiosity, and just stood on either
side of Casey, and they looked confused at first. Then, as if a light went on in
their little minds, one followed the other and whipped open their zippers and
as Casey was finishing up shaking his peter dog water on Zach's tee, both
kids let loose onto Zach's cock inside the re-sogged diaper. Much to Casey's
pleasure, Zach was no longer the picture of a perfect Pampers commercial. The
result of three boypud power pisses was seeping several streams down the insides
of his legs, and into his socks. The two young guys looked up and smiled for
approval from Casey, who patted both their shoulders, and as the kids mimicked
Casey by shaking the excess into Zach's shirt, Casey asked 'em, "Let'im clean
you off, dudes. Down faggot!"
Zach slipped from the lip
of the urinal, down to his knees and looked up at Casey pleadingly, as Casey
yelled right into his face, "LICK THEM TOY DICKS OFF, SUCKBOY!"
The kids were so excited,
and their little cocks jumped and bobbed as Zach's tongue whisked underneath
each boy's peter. "Take 'em in yer mouth!" Casey ordered. In four rounds of
quick in, suck, out, in, suck, out, the kids both pronged right up and their
pricks snapped right up against their bellies. Casey bust out laughin' and said,
"Man, you li'l dudes gonna have some fun jackin' tonight. Gonna be some squeaky
bedsprings in YOUR houses, I bet," and turned away and was gone.
Zach staggered to his
feet, as the kids zippered, waddling up behind him, bugging him with questions
like, "Hey, do you really suck guys?" "Do they like, c-cum, uhm, in yer mouth?"
"Do you a'ways wear diapers?" And then, one of them yelled after Casey who was
almost out the door, "Hey, umm, kid....kin we make'im suck us....fer
real....?" his voice fading with the 'Bammmbrrr', of the slamming door.
Without a word, Zach was
dressed and moving past them as fast as he could to get out and away so the
kids didn't know where his next class was, and hoping he could disappear into the
woodwork without any more
kids knowing about him, and the services he performs.
Later on, Kip got off the
bus at Tommy's stop, and Tom followed right behind with an arm 'round his
shoulders. As they walked, Tommy said, "Firs' t'ings firs', dude. No more Shane,
Casey 'er any o'dem fuckers...got it?"
Kip nodded, quickly
agreeing, not knowing how much pressure could or would be brought on him by the
others, but he DID know, he WAS Tommy's...Shane told him that....so this should
be ok.
Tom continued, and asked
where Kip lived. When they established that he was close by, they arranged
that Kip would come to Tom's house each morning 45 minutes before the bus, and
get into "reg'lar service." Kip just nodded to all this as his head started to
fill up with more than he could handle.
Up the drive and into
Tom's house, they went through the back, the kitchen and into Tom's room which
was locked, surprisingly. Once inside, Tom told Kip to get naked and get in
'fuckboy' til he was ready for him.
As Kip shrunk to his knees, naked on the floor with his finger up his boy
tail, Tom dropped his backpack, kicked off his sneaks, and then walked up to Kip
unzipping, and said, "I gotta piss boy....take it in yur hands, and relieve
me. And, yuh better not spill any pee on my floor."
Tom looked down, almost
admiringly, as Kip reached into his boxers and took Tommy out for a piss. Kip
looked up into Tom's face as he fed the kid's prick onto his tongue. The first
spurt shocked Kip! It fired in a wide stream and splashed off the back of his
mouth, with spray coming back out all over Tom's pubes and lower belly. Tom
laughed, patted Kip's head, sunk deeper, and held the pee back a little and
looked down into the kid's straining face. Man, this was puttin' the 'uggle' in
struggle! Kip couldn't swallow fast enough and he tightened his lips and
swallowed, and gurgled and gawked and spitty piss drool was seeping out his mouth
down his chin, chest and cock, legs, and.......the floor.
He shivered from the
cooling pee seeping down the front of his lithe young body, without thinking it
was dripping on the floor....but Tom was not of a mind to care for the moment,
and as the pee ended a hardon was in full bloom. Tom leaned forward pushing
Kipper's head over backward, face up, and drove his hot peter back and forth
between those tight-sucking lips, enjoying that boy tongue-muscle working its way
under and around the sides of his nearly 6 inch tool.
Tommy wasn't really
planning such an early get-off what with fuckboy 'training' to be done, but, well,
a boy's cock has a mind of its own, and afterall....it WAS in the
'neighborhood'. Now he was pulling Kipper up straight, and pistoning the kid's face over
his prick faster and faster, and now hunching, and jut-fucking him some cutey
boy face like there was no tomorrow....
'Oh, man....have tuh have it....' you could hear his inner boy
raging....gritting his teeth, pounding him some boy mouthpussy. "THROAT! THROAT!" Tom
screamed, and Kip, with his prior boy play and the sex'ercise last night to draw on,
gwawked his throat hole open just enough to allow Tommy in. The kid swooned
in joyfuck! "Ohhhh!"
Tommy moaned, as he went to stone, and held motionless. Kip was digging his
fingernails into Tommy's legs as he snorked a way to breath, his throat stuffed
with Tommyrod. Tommy was so exercised he had tears running down his face. Oh
it felt sooooooooooo.......goooooooooood! With little jut-ruts in and out,
rocking Kip's turned-up face back and forth, he groaned, "Gluck yer throat,
kid...gluck on it....jerk me off wit' jus' yer throat......fuck-in' DO it!!!!"
"Ukkl! Erkk! Gwukk!
Gluck!!" Beauteeefullll!! Tommy's tiny little ruts gave just the right little
sparking tickle to Kip's throat-jack,
and with tears of joy Tommy's cock doubled wide, and spasmed syrupy boy jam
down Kip's wide open mouth hole....again...again....and AGAIN!
Out of control,
trembling, Tommy lost his balance, and over they went onto Kip's back with one
fiery boy cock deeper into Kip's throat than he'd ever taken one. Tommy was firmly
planted in Kip's gagging throat....just laying there....heaving, exhausted, a
sweaty mess.
Tommy rolled right,
off and out of Kip's face, and lay on his side. When he fully recovered, he sat
up with a smack to Kip's belly which got Kip to bolt up to sitting with his
hands palmed to the floor and knees bent up and to the side.
Tommy squatted down,
ankles crossed, and crooked his finger, pointing, indicating he wanted Kip on
his belly, neck strained, face up. Once Kip was in position, Tommy pulled Kip
by his neck and jaws over his crossed feet and into his crotch. "Stick out yer
little tongue, boy.....gooood. Let Tommy present you wit' some cocksickle
now....uh-uh...ea-sy...ea-sy...jus' da tip o'yer tongue. Yah! Like that. Do it.
Tip, then suck yer tongue back in. Then...back out and tip-tongue yer life rod.
Le's be doin' that fer a few minutes now, hear??
Kip nodded
quick-like, and tongue-tipped Tommy's cockhead tip and pee hole over and over....and
over. Tommy leaned back on his hands. Kip's strained position, was a tremendous
effort for him....sweat beaded out all over his naked skins, and was really
streaming down his face and nose now, as the 'game' was approaching half an
hour! Ohhhh, Kipppppper!!! Do it boy. Tippy-tongue 'at dick! Sooooo beautiful!
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