Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2004 09:45:13 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 27
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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:
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Chapter 27.
Stevie screamed, "Oh yeahhhhhhhhhh! Eat meeeeeeeeee! Oh mann! Oh, fuck!
Oh, Zach! Ohhhhhhhhsoooogooooood!" and cummed. He humped and bucked and bounced
under Zach's impaled and straining face which was ostriched down over that
superfuckin' boy pud. Little fucker....he held Zach down on him, and wouldn't
relent as his breath started to come back to normal, and then went limp settling
into the bedclothes. The softening Steviecock, "Thweeuckkk!" slipped from
Zach's throat. Zach raised up gulping air, looking blankly over his bud's pulsing
prick and heaving chest, up into Stevie's face. Steve's eyes were closed. He
gripped his soggy semi-hard dick and wagged it in front of Zach's face. Zach's
extended training clued him and in his exhausted sex-crazed stupor, he reached
for Stevie's dick and kissed at it over and over while Stevie rested.
Obsessively, Zach buried down into Steve's balls and licked them, until Steve hiked
himself up and said, "Gotta go, dude. If I don't need you after dinner tonight,
let's have you in 'fuckboy' by my bed in the morning and rarin' fuh
brea'fast....got it?!" he asked as he patted the top of Zach's sweaty, matted jet black
crewcut.
Zach nodded anxiously, "Yessir," and started
handing Stevie his clothes. Before Zach looked for his own shorts, Steve was
gone. Zach looked around at his room, his sweaty, rumpled bed....rubbed his
palm up and down his chest and belly like naked kids do, and then leaned down to
the goop-slop from his own cum in the center of the spread. With his
forefinger he dipped in and tongue-tipped a bit of it....then a little more without
any reaction....just so matter-of-factly, and then wiped the rest with his sock,
trashin' it with the dirty clothes. He then flopped down full on where
Stevie had been...smelling his bud's sweat in the pillow, and rubbing his body in
the spread where Stevie had been....and slept....his last movement....a very
slow grinding hunch, hollowing the dimpels in his butt cheeks.
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 27
Morning came too soon for little fuckboy
Casey who was to be in his brother's room right snappy. He hustled his little
beaver ass across the breezeway to Shane's room over the garage. Fucking suite
is what it was. His own bath and shower, and a room almost as big as the
downstairs living room; TV, VCR, microwave, fridgerator, every comfort.
Case slipped quietly through the door and
set himself in the new position Shane had dictated earlier in the week.
His mind drifted back to that day: Shane had said, "Fum now on, when you're
waiting to serve, you'll be on your knees, sitting back on your heels, hands
on your thighs....
"Then, when I snap my fingers the first
time...you will snap straight up off your heels, hands clasped behind, a finger
up your hole, feet crossed, like usual. Next snap, fall forward onto one hand,
keep dat other hand back so your finger stays up your butt. Keep yur feet
still crossed, though....
"A'kay, next snap, head up...last snap, shoot yur tongue out and
hold....
So those were Casey's new orders for
positioning.
He set himself back on his heels, boxers
off and on the floor...he looked at them forlornly for a sec. He waited.
Soon enough the alarm went off, and after
several dead-to-the-world moments under Shane's covers, there was a stir...a
hand, a rub of the eyes...a yawwwwwwn, then a rough kick of the covers up off
him. He lay bare, his cock at the prong which he soon was tuning with a deft
fingering. His eyes finally opened, and there to his wondering eyes did appear,
the ever morning smiling face of Fuckboy in service.
Shane smiled at his brother for a long
moment, then snapped his fingers. Casey popped up erect. Then Shane popped his
fingers in quick succession and Casey dropped and jerked around like a little
blond trained seal till he was at the final position with his tongue out,
quivering in wait, his neck strained up. Shane swung his legs to the floor and
nuzzled Casey's cheeks with his knees. He had put on another inch and was up to
near 5' 9" accentuating his washboard stomach. Shane's 6" hard was kissing his
navel. He looked into Case's eyes and said, "Piss hard boy....drain it!"
Casey, his mouth already open, and tongue
stiffed out like a quaking ledge, he knee-waddled forward to the bed-edge, and
kept his balance straining while grabbing for Shane's belly hugging prick to
pull it to his mouth. Shane grunted, and bent way forward to free up his
plumbing, and after a small trickle, then started to flood his gurgling little
pussyface's mouth. Casey knew to prevent spills and sweat broke out on his face as
the force of the flow increased. He tightened down over Shane's dick, and
accomplished the slowing of the flow and prevention of the leaking. Swallowing
like crazy his throat looked like a bull frog's at fast forward. Soon Casey was
relieved as both the spiggot turned down and his big brother was giving the
top of his head a 'good boy' pat.
Then, of course there was the swelling to
deal with....Shane was hard as a brick again....yet........and smiling, his
prick nuzzling Casey's palate back....and forth. "Serve me boy," Shane said
gleefully as he flexed his prong, bouncing it from tongue to mouth roof. Casey
looked up into his brothers's face, his neck craned up straining, his lips
closed. Shane nodded faintly, and Casey's eyes closed as his tongue made the first
swarsh over that big boy dong.
"Look at me, Fuckboy, LOOK AT ME!" Shane
growled the first
displeasure he showed since he was roused by the alarm clock.
Casey's eyes flashed back open and had a
pleading look to them as he started to run his face back and forth over his
brother's joyrail.
Shane smiled at the little dork, and then
started bouncing up and down on the edge of the bed, so Casey had to bob up
and down himself to keep him inside his mouth. There was no longer a pleading
face on Casey, but more like one of desparation as he sought to hang on, tongue
and vacuum his brother's pud. Shane had loved watching Casey 'perform' to his
finger snaps in that herky-jerky robotic form, and now wanted to ensure that
Casey felt the fullness of the power Shane had over him, and that Casey also
now needed.
Casey's finger was still working his own
hole, and with all the bobbin' and humpin' his support hand was so hurting.
Shane stood and pulled Casey's face up with him, and now Casey feared all up
'cause he couldn't keep his hand to the floor as ordered. Shane started to back
away as he turned dragging Case by his mouth and tongue with him. Casey dared
to reach his support hand for Shane's leg and knee-waddled around the room
with Shane who would alternate cock flexes with rapid fire fuckin'. Every time he
pumped him, he'd both surprise Casey as well as jab his throat hole, making
Casey gawk and shlpluk when his mouth opened. When he had Casey with his back
to the bed, he gripped him under the arms and leaned him over backwards, knees
bent under him, propped his head down with his neck out and did the final
insertion of his throat probe. Shane drilled for throat and sunk through, then
out...again...and a "Gwahhhkk!" and out...and the final time he caught Casey
between breath and swallow and the kid snorted and sucked exhaled and inhaled
seemingly all at once sounding like a wild boar....
Shane laid hard into the boy's face
from a half standing, knee-to-the-bed position, and then as he shot wad after
wad of pleasure jelly through those swabbing boy lips, he was more than
pleased....a grand smile crossed his face when he realized his cumshot was pouring out
his brother's snorting nose.
He got that: "My work is done look" all over his face....pulled up and out,
cock smacked Casey over and over and over as the kid blinked, and ducked, and
tongued and didn't know what to do to insure Shane's pleasure with him while
flinching.
Just for funs, Shane grabbed his hair
with both hands and bounced the kid's head on the edge of mattress a few times
with one final shove, and then snapped his fingers. Casey shot out of the
awkward position, and went right to the last 'fuckboy' position, which was knees,
one arm, tongue out, the whole deal. Shane was joyed, and waled his naked
brother's tail and said, "Get me washed boy!" There was a knee shuffle as Casey
hightailed it to the bathroom to get Shane showered for school.
Zach was hustling this morning as he
readied for school early enough to get over and take care of Stevie. He got a
heart stab when pulled his football print designed Hanes boxers on, and spied
his Pampers lying behind the door where he threw it out of Stevie's view the
night before. He was supposed to wear it today, wasn't he? He found himself in
debate about how worse can it be for him with Casey if he doesn't wear it....oh
man, was he supposed to piss in it before he wore it? What a way to start the
day, and him so spiffy clean out of the shower. "Split the diff," he thought,
smiling to himself. He will wear it as ordered, but not piss in it, and make
sure he pisses before he leaves for school so he won't have to go too soon in
school....when he HAS to piss in it.
Ugh! Another heart stab....he can't l
et Stevie see this and have him join Casey from home AND school with the
Pampers thing. He stuffed it deep into his pack, covered by all the other junk in
that mess.
A shrug later he was pulling on his
boxers then reached for a clean pair of cargoes, and soon was on his way down
for a bite of toast and off to Stevie's, his backpack at the drag, bouncing down
the steps to his mother's rolling eyes, when she heard the racket from in the
kitchen.
Zach went through the back door at
Stevie's. Steve's mom smiled and said, "Be a good boy, Zach...please get Stevie
up, I've been calling him for ten minutes."
"Yes ma'am," Zach answered and slipped
out to the hall and up to Steve's room, past Steve's dad...Daddy Bob....Zach
gave a weak smile as he looked in his eyes, then got along upstairs.
With all of Steve's mom's yelling for
him, he was more than awake, pissed and wadded a load into his dirty boxers on
the floor already. Zach smelled the unmistakable aroma immediately when he
opened the door, and thought of 'Daddy Bob' smiling when he would later seek his
son's juicy boxers for 'lickin' off.' Steve was some full of piss and vinegar
and giving orders the minute Zach closed the door. "Lock it, fuckstick....and
get over here and strip!"
In a flurry, Zach was naked with his
clothes at his feet, sinking to his knees. Steve grabbed his hair and fed his
cock into the kid's mouth. Slick me up boy, you goin' down and dirty this
mawnin'." Steve pulled out, yanked Zach's underarms and the kid climbed up on the
bed. Steve waddled up between his legs, pushed them up and zeroed in on buddy
cunt.
"Eeeerrrmmmphhhh!" Zach grunted as
his former shy-boy buddy sank his prick through his asslips and bottomed in one
butt flex. Stevie was in a fast fuck frenzy. Gruntin' and huffin' and pumpin'
and pummeling his young friend. He smiled down at his fuckboy, with bared
teeth clenched, growling, "Fuck you, Zach. Fuck you! Man o' man my dick loves yer
tightyboy ass." He stopped, grabbing some breaths, and said, "You just can't
believe how your soft hole feels wrapped tight around my meat. Ohhhhhhhgodd, it
feels like a soft leather glove, dude." He was flex-wigglin' it inside Zach,
to Zach's teeny little grunts. Then the final pounding....a boy rut-fuck to
toes curling joy. Zach could feel the initial stings of stretching skins and
then the friction heat burning tingle from Stevie's intensity. Stevie was so
charged and excited he started crying from the electric charge coursing his whole
body as he unloaded his balls. He shook wildly...went silent in his ecstasy,
and slumped onto Zach's chest...laying there heaving till his breathing
normaled up. He soon was squeeze flexing his peter still housed inside his friend. He
shivered each time from driving his sensitive cockhead against those
pussywalls. Pulling out to one last shiver, he straddled Zach for a dick swab, after
which he threw Zach up and over onto his shoulders to finger feed boyjam from
his asshole into his mouth.
With no more than a smack to Zach's
butt, Stevie was up and across the hall to the shower. In a few secs, the water
was roaring and the shower door rumbled. Zach was bareassed, knees up, and
with an arm across his chest, his exhausted fucked out body rested for long
moments...his eyes closed. He didn't hear the door open and a large figure slip
in....reach for Steve's wad-filled boxers on the floor and slip back out. Soon
after, Stevie bounded back into the room, cock flopping all around as he got
himself dressed and said, "C'mon Zach, man, you got cock to eat and boys to
serve!"
Zach strained up to sitting and
reached to the floor for a sock, not liking it too much that Steve made fun of his
having to perform regularly for Shane and Casey.
Over at Tommy's place, a whole new
fuckboy life was dawning for Kipper. Somehow, the kid felt a purpose in having
fuckboy duty for Tommy.
Tom's mother opened the door at his
knock, and Kip came into the kitchen looking sheepish. She smiled sweetly, and
sort of feelingly at the young boy, knowing he had 'initiation' duty for
Tommy. She cupped his shoulder and bent to his face and said, "You let me know when
I can help dear, and it'll be over and done before you know it." Kip looked
up into her eyes and smiled a weak "Thank you," and started for the hall, and
Tom's room. She watched the boy walk tentatively to his 'duty'. This was a
whole new deal for Kip...who felt sleep-starved at having to be up early to serve
Tom.
Kip opened Tommy's door and slipped
quietly inside. He locked the door, stripped naked and went into 'fuckboy' at
the bedside.
Boy what Casey started! There were g
onna be kids in 'fuckboy' all over town soon....all from one blowjob in a
teepee a month ago.
Kipper was trembling, worried about
waking Tommy wrong...was there a wrong way? Tommy didn't say anything but to
be his alarm. Not even the time. He waited a l-o-n-g minute...then another.
Then with a shaking hand, he poked at Tommy's shoulder...harder. Then he gripped
it and shook gently...more.. ...more. In a wild flash of covers and light,
Kip's face was yanked into Tommy's naked pubes and ordered, "Lick you l'il
fuck...LICK!" He was morning piss-hard and this was going to be a whole new
experience for Tommy too. He usually did a casual prick tug mornings, sometimes
hunching his pillow before getting up and finishing his play in the shower. He
shocked himself with the new sensation of having a boy's face between his legs in
bed...shooting his boywad....his jam all over Kip's face...in his eyes, up his
nose, and with all the wild spasms and jerking, he rubbed Kip's whole head
around into the spent dick and vanilla sauce. He yukked at seeing some of his
curd inside Kip's ear. "A fine start, boyfuck...a fine start!" Then with a few
sloppy cock slaps to Kip's face, he told the boy to get the shower going. With a
bath between Tom's room and the guest room, they didn't have to have Tom's
mom wonder why Kip is naked. As Tom staggered up, grogged from sleep, yet wide
awake but shaky from his surprise wadoff, he made his way to the bathroom. With
Kip waiting in 'fuckboy' on the floor, Tommy turned to the toilet and told
Kip to hold his peter while he pissed. This was another first for both. Kip had
never done that for anybody. It felt strange....and exciting....feeling
another boy's dick while he pissed. He was also flinching and blinking from the piss
splash spraying his face with him so close down there on his knees. He found
himself squeezing and releasing to feel the piss rush through the big tube
underneath. Everything was bigger on Tommy. After a few secs Tommy said, give you
a target fuckboy, git'cher tongue all the way out and lean over the bowl
'ere....then aim my dick so's you fire dead-on yer tongue. Yeh git
down....ooohweeeee...you good, dude. Fuck-in' BULLSEYE!"
Of course, deadeye dick pissed his
spray off Kipper's tongue everywhere, from walls to toilet tank, floor and
both kids, too, but mostly soaking Kipper's face.
Tom stutter spurted the last of his
stream and told Kip to shake it off, which he did...needless to say, Tom was
on the bone again which pretty much ended any further piss drool. He told Kip
to "Lick it off, pussyboy." Kip licked the droplet off Tom's meat and then as
Tommy stepped into the shower, he told Kip to lick off the toilet bowl rim,
wipe the walls, tank and floor, then get washcloth and soap and get to washing
him down.
Some long soothing minutes later,
Kip was running the towel up and down and around while they were still tubbed,
and then after he stepped out and got back on his knees, he dried Tom's feet
and between his toes placing each foot on one of his thighs. Tommy had the kid
snake his tongue up into his hole to be sure and whisk it clean and then to
run the edge of his towel in there to dry it. Wow! Tommy shocked himself. That
tongue-stabber sprung him an all new woodie. Decisions...decisions. Shaking it
out of his head, Tommy told Kip to clean up, and they made it back into Tom's
room where he decided to forego the quick butt-ramming he was considering. He
had many long months....years?....to get maximum use of his pussyboy.
An'ways, he was anxious to see his trainee do duty on the kitchen floor with his
mother in the room. Kip knew from last night what he was to do, but till he did it
he would never know the pure shame of it all....but Tom's mom was real nice
to him earlier. At least that.
Tom's mother was anxious too, maybe
even shamed by what her son was doing to this poor younger kid, and herself
embarrassed to see the kid have to do it. She thought she might have to leave
the room after making breakfast so as not to have to see it all.
She watched from the corner of her
eye as Kip walked in sheepy like, and Tom followed. She was some surprised that
Kip was barefoot, and was carrying both boys' packs which he placed under the
table. Tom waited at a chair, and Kip padded around quick to pull it out for
him, and seat him. Without a word, Kip turned to Tom's mom for the plate. She
had two...Kip was horrified....and took one and shook his head wildly looking
at the other....he was NOT to eat. He gingerly stepped to Tom's place and set
the plate before him, then kneeled down into 'fuckboy,' alongside Tom's chair.
Shaking her head, Tom's mom left the room, winding her dishtowel. She was
going to have a talk with her son for sure that night!! Tom saw the huff in his
mother's departure, and his mind clicked to making her accept it. He had all
day to make up some lame story she'd buy.
With her out of the kitchen, things
turned considerably worse for Kipper. Tom had him crawl over to the fridge
and get the fresh bacon package. Kip scooted over and back and Tom told him to
remove one slice and put the package back. He did so. Tom's breakfast of toast,
juice scrambled eggs, and link sausage was near done, and he had two sausages
left. He asked Kip if he'd like the one he had on the end of his fork. Kip
nodded hopefully...quickly noodging his face toward it. Tom pulled it back,
shaking his head, and said, "What does doggie doooo?"
Kip got it, and made like begging
paws up, fever-trembling in front of his face....and when Tom made no move, he
made little yelping sounds, too. Tom smiled, Kip noodged close again, and Tom
said take it in your hand, and feed it up your butt hole. Kip couldn't believe
it! He was more worried Tom's mom would come in and see him with his pants
down. Tom was getting impatient and made speed-it-up gestures with his fork,
while spinning Kip around so he could watch him drop 'em and do the insert. Kip
kept stalling, and Tom jabbed him till finally Kip quick undid and dropped the
pants down in a sorta 'moon,' and fumbled around and after three fork pokes
from Tommy...he found his boyslot, and forced it through. He scrunched up his
face while he did the deed in total dread. He started to pull his pants back up
when Tom poked him again with the fork. He jerked his head around and there
was Tom with that slice of bacon, and a twist tie. "Wrap it 'roundjer needle
dick fuckstick, and fasten it wit' dis." Kipper was exasperated. He couldn't
believe all this. He wanted to do good. He wanted to belong...belong to Tom....but
he couldn't ketch a break and was starting to be real sorrowful about
himself.
Tom saw his head bobbing from
behind and heard Kip sniffling. He ignored him. The pants whipped up and Kip spun
'round on his knees as he returned to 'fuckboy.' Tom handed him the plate to
wash after which Kip returned to 'fuckboy'...his naked feet crossed, his
breakfast either in or on his privates....looking to his masterboy. Tom said, "I
think your sausage is 'done' boy, you can take it out of the oven and 'bon
appetit!'
When Kip raised the question all
over his face, Tom yukked, and nodded, "Do it! You can fish it out through your
fly and shorts asshole."
Kip did just that. In a way he was pleased to be able to get at it again
because it was slipping out since he zipped up and didn't want Tom to know he'd
'lost' it. He was holding it up between two fingers...away from him...wrinkling
his nose. "C'mon, l'il dude...you've had cum-soaked cock out'cher ass shoved
in yer mouth...and you're worried about brea'fast? Fuck-in' EAT IT!"
Glommm...it was in. Kip didn't chew it though. His mouth was immobile. Tommy stared as
if to say, 'We ain't moving til you eat it.' He started to chew and Tommy got
the biggest smile, patted his head and stood pointing at the packs, which Kip
quickly picked up and they headed out....Kip still chewing. As Tom kissed his
mother, she whispered "I'm not proud of you, Tommy." He just smiled, and they
were gone. Kip walked barefoot to the bus stop behind Tom.
The other kids checked out the
scene. One thing Kip didn't realize just yet was since Tom and he were in separate
buildings, whatever was gonna happen with his bacon-wrapped pud, was gonna
hafta happen between now and their arrival at school!
Adam's day was a quiet one. He went
to school with Shane as usual, but told him he might not make it for the ride
home...so if he wasn't at the lot that afternoon, Shane needn't wait on him.
He made up some lame excuse of meeting his parents for a special family
outing.
He had a fleeting thought about the
dudes he'd 'met' at the rest area the other day. Tomorrow...he was supposed
to meet Rob.
So as time approached for letting
out, Adam's hands went clammy, and he was losing color in his face and hands.
In spite of knowing Andi, and already having had 'play' with him, and generally
knowing the 'what was what,' he was nervous....sorta like a first date. He
boomed through the door, more to drive out his demons with both the thrust and
the noise, and it was useless.... 'cause instead of waiting down by the road
in his car....Andi was standing right there in front of him as the door slammed
behind him. He was a whipped puppy again face to face with his new 'man.'
Andi's whispy hair swirled in a wind gust as that infectious smile swept across
his face.
Adam's surprise flat stopped him in
his tracks. Andi raised a welcoming hand and arm as he approached and turned
to cradle Adam's shoulders in that arm and moved them down the walk to Andi's
car. With an excellent memory to guide him Andi took them directly to Adam's
house, parked a few doors below, got out and walked to the house, then around
back.
Andi had purpose...and
determination. As they stepped inside, he automatically flipped the latch to relock the
door, and pulled Adam's backpack from his hand and dropped it to floor. Without
a word, with Adam facing away from him into the room, Andi pulled his shirt
straight up and off over his head, baring his upper torso. His hot breath was on
Adam's neck when the young dude reached 'round front, and unbuttoned, yanked
open the button fly jeans, and snapped them right down to his knees. He
stepped in the crotch and tromped the pants to the floor on top of Adam's sneaks.
Boxers, same thing, snapped down and stepped on. He told Adam to toe everything
off his feet. In 35 seconds from the latch flip, Adam stood butt naked, his
boy tail smiling at Andi.
With his hands oooozing all over
Adam's nakedness, "Are you my boy?" Andi asked.
Adam, still facing away, quickly
nodded and said, "Y-yes, Iyam."
Just saying, "Gooood, boy," Andi
then asked which chair in the kitchen his father used at dinner. Adam pointed
out the end one nearest the door, and Andi had him lay over it on his belly and
with an open palm machine gun burst he smacked Adam's cheeks alternately five
times on each, then stood up. Adam jerked all over the seat like a fish out of
water. Andi told him to lick the chair seat.
Then Adam was to retrieve all his
stripped clothes and pack and take them to the next room, the living room. He
still had yet to face Andi since they came into the house. He was made to lay
chest down on his father's favorite chair and press his face into the seat,
where he was spanked once more.... 10 times per cheek this time....his little
butt jerking and flexing after each stinging slap.
Andi wasn't sure about this charge
of his....there were grunts....no yelps, no whines....the kid just took it. He
mused at this, but moved on. "Den, boy....crawl..." and Adam slipped to his
knees, gathered up his clothes, and turned toward the den on all
threes...clutching his stuff to his chest. Without being asked, he made for the large
leather recliner in the corner, and laid face down into the seat. Andi smiled at the
little dude's smarts, and went to the side and ripped the footrest lever back
and Adam's lower half snapped up and bounced, toes down and hanging off the
end of the rest. He then grabbed Adam's sneakers and waled his boy tail
heavily for about ten strokes, alternating irregularly on each cheek...then
disappeared for a moment into the kitchen. Returning he had a wooden salad serving
spoon with him, had Adam raise his feet up and rapped on the mid-sole of the
kid's feet 10 times each...."Owowowowow!"
Adam wailed.
To himself, Andi said,
"Finally...he IS human," smiling.
But he knew he had a kid with a man's heart.....balls....and determination,
maybe matching his own. They'd been home less than 20 minutes, and Andi already
knew much about his 'boy.' "Lick the seat, boy, right under your face. Really
slup it up and let me hear that tongue workin' out," Andi ordered.
Adam kept sluppin' and lappin'
till Andi told him to get moving to the bedrooms...his parents' first. Moving out
on all threes again, they moved at a quick crawl, Adam lunging forward to
'hop' his down hand forward, egged along by the toe of Andi's sneaker. Adam lost
balance and went down to one elbow on the floor. Andi placed his foot to
Adam's crack and pressed him flat to the floor, mushing his belly and cock back and
forth while ordering him get up. Adam tried valiantly, with all he could
muster...and still the foot pressed down ever harder. Winded, he flopped again
with huge "Phlfftsssh!" and his forehead hit the floor. Andi reached a finger to
the boy's gasping mouth and got it swabbed by a spit sloppy tongue, pulled it
out and eased it right up Adam's bunghole. Boy did his ass ever shoot up, and
then Andi crooked the finger inside there, and lifted him further....and
further...and he squealed....louder...."Yeeeeeeeeeeee, ohh, pleeeeeeeze....!" Oh
man, higher than Adam wanted to be up in the air, he gathered his stuff and
scrambled as fast as could on his toes and one hand, to get somewhere, anywhere,
where Andi would stop this. Goddddd, it felt like a terrible rope burn...ohhhhh
how he wanted this to just stopppppp!!
He scrambled into his 'rents room
and rushed to the bedside and flopped his chest over it, his face in the
spread, spluttering and gasping for breaths. The skin tearing pain from his
stretched pussylips was like nothing...well, it was like when Shane...and the other
guys....and then....his asshole was empty.
He sighed so gratefully. "You my
'boy'?" Andi said just above a soft tone. The boy nodded quickly into the
bedcovers. "You need discipline though don't you?" There was a hesitation, before
Adam thought the better of this and started to nod 'Yes,' but too late. A
thunderous open hand bounced him up and down on the bed. "DON'T YOU?" Andi screamed.
"OWOW-oh-oh-oh YES----SIRRR!!
YESSIR!!" Adam screamed back.
Andi sat next to Adam, and started
to hand paddle the boy's cheeks, steadily, 30...50....who knows how many
times. Even though it wasn't heavy it was hard enough and never-ending. At some
point, Adam started to duck and dodge and wiggle his tail
involuntarily...sometimes jerking before Andi's hand got there. Then in a swift smoothe motion, a
right arm slipped under the sweat sopped naked boy, and swept him upright, and
whirled him around like a flour sack, as the free hand ripped the covers off
the bed to floor, and one exhausted, quivering boy was heaved onto the sheets,
belly up. It seemed like the bed was still recoiling from the boy flop and a
now naked Andi was astride Adam's chest and, for maybe the first time Adam was
eye to eye with a foreskin. Even though he was no stranger to this cock, Andi
musta been so randy the other day, the foreskin had to have been all the way
back when Adam took him down. Adam's eyes went wider and wider as he watched
that floppy shrivelly skin ooooze part way over the head of the shiny slick pink
prize hidden inside.
There was a smell....he didn't
know from what, that he also smelled the other day in the front seat, when the
cockhead eased up to his lips. Andi smiled, but Adam was tranced by that cock
of his, and didn't know how much he pleased his 'man' just then. Andi pushed
the soft outer covering back down and covered his helmet once more, then pulled
it wide like a fish mouth, and said, "Tongue out boy. Snork it up inside.
Nothing like it. Lick the inside of my little shroud boy, and let you feel my cock
with the bottom of your tongue."
Adam thought he was bein' turned
off by this, what....ugliness? but then, his tongue sought out some cock cave,
and soon the slickness around his swirling rasper and it's target became
addictive. Drool seeped from the corners of his mouth, and was puddling in that
'V' at his neck under his Adam's Apple, of all things. Andi was being v-e-r-y
happy at what he was seeing and feeling. He started hunching up and back, and
the pinky prickhead darted back and forth out of its sheath and onto Adam's
tongue then back into hiding and over and over and then as Adam started to lose
control of where to make his wilding tongue go, the cockhead was firing faster
and faster and the bed, his body, was rocking, bouncing, and his head was being
pulled onto it again and again....."SUCK IT L'IL FUCK! SUCK ME! Uhuh! Uh!
Unggh!" Andi was delirious! Adam's whole face seemed to be sucking cock.
Everything. There was wet in his wildly darting eyes....runs from his nose....his lips
in contortions...his tongue looked like there was a muscle disfunction....and
cum...FUCKIN' CUM was all over the kid's face, and up his nose...even now,
yeh, it was....snotting out his nose too.
Searching for breath, Andi leaned
back, and felt a coolness....reaching a hand back....he wailed, "You gotcher
nut boy! Not good boy....gettin' off wit'out permission....uh-uh-UH!" And with
Adam cum all over his hand he smashed it over the boy's face and had him lick
what he could get on his tongue. He thrust Adam's feet back and got between
the boy's legs, lifted them up, up and over till his toes touched the headboard
and poor Adam was all scrunched up in a U-boy. He then told Adam to handwipe
his cum off himself and eat it. Andi felt a little bit more on his own back
which he soon had the kid licking off his hand.
Andi got up and slumped his tail
into a chair in the corner as he watched Adam stagger his whipped butt up and
get the bedroom back in order, collect his stuff again and do his hop-crawl to
the door. Andi followed and said, "Proud'a you boy. You got us off in your
Mom's bed. Proud'a you. Now lets check out your room.
In Adam's room, up on the bed
Adam waited instructions. Back up between the kid's legs, Andi swiftly pulled
them up and over his head like before, telling Adam to hold the feet bottoms
together, and tighten his hands over his toes. "Do you feel the excitement on
your feet bottoms when they press together like that, boy?" Adam did feel a new
sensation, and was even rubbing them together. Andi's knees scootched under
Adam further and further till the boy was way up on his shoulders. Andi smoothed
his hands gently over those very reddened, whipped globes. He leaned through
the diamond his legs and knees made with his feet bottoms together, and he
whispered, "You my boy?"
Adam's red and sweaty face
nodded up almost swoony like into Andi's eyes. The eyes were soft, and he said,
"You need spanked, boy. You do need spanked." Adam's eyes said it all, his face
went feary. His eyes went wide, and might have been saying "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
This longest 45 minutes in his
house with Adam was only just the beginning! As the boy jumped and jerked and
wriggled and writhed, squealing, yelping, whining and screaming for the next
half hour, Adam was spanked....just with Andi's hands. "Why do you get spanked
boy?"
"Cu-uh-uhz, uh, owwwwwww, uh
oww, I uh...dunno-owww!"
"Tstk! Tstk! boy...I told you.
You need discipline to be my boy. You do wanna be my boy...yes?"
"U-oh-yeh...need owwwowow! I
need uh..disci-yowww!! 'an-an-annn-uh--yeh, nngh, be-uh boy."
This routine played over and
over. He was spanked on all fours, up on his shoulders, on the bed, and in
Andi's lap, which Andi enjoyed the most. He loved to reach under Adam and milk his
pud for him. He loved how he could feel every jerk and quiver. How he could
see Adam's feet fly up and his toes curl. Adam kept forgetting, was reminded,
remembering, 'owow'ing, and yelping and sobbing, finally repeating after Andi,
how much he loved to be spanked. How much he needed to be spanked, that he
wanted Andi to spank him every time they were together.
Andi smiled proudly, and
said, "That you can count on it my young dude...THAT is a guar-OWN-tee!!" He
plopped Adam to his hands and knees, then straddling him facing his feet, Andi,
with a sneaker in each hand, waled him with thundering shots so hard that Adam
kept scooting forward from both the shot and reflex...they were moving all
around the room to Adam's gasping screams! Two simultaneous shots, one to each
cheek, flattened him to the floor.
Andi was rock hard, not a
foreskin in sight. Spit-oiling his prod, he slipped down to his knees, rolled
Adam's burning red tail over, he pulled the kid's feet to his cheeks. He nudged
his slick hardness to the boy's tail smile...kissing the feet bottoms, he
burrowed through the crease. He leaned in....the boys legs slipped over his
shoulders...he gripped Adam's soft wick wound his hand 'round and 'round....Adam
scootched ever so slightly up into Andi as Andi found his target and slowly eased
into Adam's hidden place. "Ohhhhhh-uhh-nghhmm," Adam jerked at entry, moaned
then sighed. That sweat-streaked face shined up at Andi, and its eyes went
wide....way wide, when Andi bottomed to his hairs. Adam locked his ankles behind
Andi's head, and his toes went stiff, up and out, then curled under.....
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