Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 10:55:19 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve.  Chapter 32.

   Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
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 32.

A'kay....lessee....last time, Kip was on the run to Tommy's after being taken
down in the weeds behind the vacant house by the kids from the schoolbus. He
had found most of his clothes in the tall weeds as he scoured the whole yard
in his nakeds.
Boy...his first full day as Tommy's fuckboy, and already he's in trouble.

Adam had watched his first 'pay customer,' Rob, drive off on cloud 9. Rob was
shivering from the excitement of having his flower taken by the two-boy
gangin' he got at the rest stop. He rubbed his oozing peter in his pants as he
thought of the morning....each morning....he would be stopping by Adam's mailbox
for a supply of boy spooge that Adam was gonna make up for him before school.

For his part...Adam got hard again...yet....thinking of his cum being the
source of so much excitement for a college dude. He trembled as he closed the
door and headed for his room, his cock rubbing into his boxers. Goddddd...he
almost buckled from the super sensations. Damn! He knew...even after his wild
afternoon of raging randy boy romp and sex, he was gonna have to spank it again!
Ummmm...love that boy!

In Shane's room, where he'd taken Zach and Stevie for a little 'fuckboy'
play, Casey, Zach, Shane and Stevie were in a naked boy contortion of arms, legs
and cocks to dream of.

Casey flushed red in anger as Shane exaggerated what he knew, true as most of
the story was, that Zach had 'fuckboyed' himself out to the new kid, while he
'belonged' to Casey.

Casey shot up off the floor, and in wild flurry of hands, he waled on Zach in
a fury Shane had never seen before. Zach's face snapped side-to-side as he
took four, five six, seven shots, forehand and backhand from Casey. As tears
streamed down Zach's face....Steve's tongue was still lodged deep up his tightly
clenched pucker....Casey stood right into Zach's face and rammed his dick into
his mouth. "You fuck! You slipp'ry scumbag! Eat me, faggot! You gonna get a
real head fuckin', dude....a real head fuckin'!"

"Gwawwllpp!" gagged Zach, as Casey rammed his 5 incher to back of his mouth
and angrily gripped and pulled Zach's head back and forth over it, choking Zach
up every time he stuffed his throat hole.

In a boyfucker's dream, Shane, who had stood back to enjoy the results of
instigating his kid brother's rage, took position again at Stevie's pussybox, and
 wormy-squoooshed his velvet-smoothe, oozing cockhead against and into the
winking wrinkles that were Stevie's moist, hot pucker.....'Tsskissssk!'
"Mmmmmmnnguh," Shane swooned.

"Snawkkurmmpph!" Stevie snorted into Zach balls.....

"Skkllkk! Squishkk! Skksskk!" Zach lip-sqwucked over Casey's prick in a
steady, um-ba-hum-ba-pumping head-fuck.

Zach Gets to Serve.  Chapter 32.

Casey pulled hard to the back of Zach's head...feeling the boy sweat beading
on his neck and in his short black hairs there. "Gwawwlukk!" Casey sank
through the excitingly tight confines of his fuckboy's throat hole. What little cock
Casey had, he sure made the most of. The helmet ridge stuffed deep, left the
sensitive underside right on the part that could be the most titillating. In
tiny little surges in and back, Casey rubbed his super-hot boy part over that
throat muscle till he was hysterically creaming and screaming like a banshee
pressing his belly into Zach's crunched face, while he pulsed his teen jam again
and again and....again....till he flopped over Zach's head like a wet rag.

Zach was snortin' and gawkin' trying to breath with all his airways smothered
or jammed either by boy belly or cock.

Shane was hot and heavy into Stevie, who wasn't as practiced at taking big
boy meat, but he sure was gettin' his fill. Shane was getting all he could from
his pucker pummel as well as watching the action in front of him for double
and triple stimulation. He was in overdrive in super excitement. Just the sight
of Stevie's tongue searching, finding and disappearing inside Zach's bunger
was almost too, too much for Shane and he went off like the rockets' red glare
into the new fuckboy bung he was reaming. His eyes were wild and darting....his
cock exploded....his senses over-stimulated. Fuckboy master or no, Shane was
in tears from the combination of the senses interacting inside him all at once
in such a frenzy. His cumshoot was all but an oozing afterfuck now, and he
was still fucking like a crazy man, and Stevie's whole body was recoiling and
quaking as he was in the middle of a never-ending round of anal cumoffs that he
could never have understood, except that his mind belonged to his inner boy
button right then, and nothing else would have mattered if he had the ability to
think at all.....not to mention the massive mouth spitty droozle pouring from
his lips while his tongue burrowed ever deeper into Zach's fevered boyhole.
There was a huge puddle of spittle shimmering at Stevie's neck like pearly
jelly about to spill off down around his neck and into the covers.

Shane was cumming again deep in Stevie's big-boy-trained pussy.

Casey came out of his afterfuck stupor and waled on Zach's face twice more
for his disloyalty, before slumping backward and into a cushy chair beside
Shane's bed.

Pulling out of Steve, Shane stared down out the boy's pucker leaking his own
cum spoo. He actually sort of tranced for a few seconds, knowing he was
watching the dregs of his boy fun ooze from a boycunt. Snapping to, he staggered
around the bed in front of Zach, where he pulled the boyface he found there
bobbing on the end of another boy's bung-eating tongue....he pulled that face over
his butt-slimey cumsopped prick and got him all cleaned off by Zach's
well-honed swabbing rasper. The excitement Zach generated through Shane's innards was
almost too much, as Shane's knees started to buckle before he managed to pull
away, falling with a 'Phhwumpf!' into Casey's lap.

They rearranged their naked parts till they were side by side squeezed into
the seat while Casey choreographed the fuckboy activity on the bed. The last we
see for now is Zach in a kneeling, all fours '69', elbows down, above Steve.
Steve is now eating Zach's balls, while Zach's tongue sinks through Stevie's
upturned pussy....his tongue sliding itself right through the sticky Shane
spooge there. Shane can see the boy spittle bubble up out the corners of Zach's
mouth.


At Tommy's, Kip comes charging up the steps out of breath and bangs on the
door to hopefully be close enough to on time, that Tommy won't be upset. Tom
rages from inside for him get his ass inside.

The kid trembles and rushes in to face his punishment....his 4 1/2 cock
stiffs up hard in anticipation.

With a turn of his hand, Tommy motions for Kip to get naked.

In seconds, Kip is naked, down in 'fuckboy', clasped hands behind him, one
finger up his ass and all, naked feet crossed, head down.

Tommy claps his hands and pats his knees for Kip to lay across for a
spanking. Tom hand-spanks Kip for a full five minutes. He's not sure if he's proud
that Kip isn't whimpering, or pissed.

Speaking of piss, he orders him to collect his clothes and get to the
upstairs bath for continued training. As he has Kip step into the tub, he tweaks the
kid's nipples tight and then bites his nails into them making the boy's eyes
well up in tears, getting him to squeal in agony....his back arched forward
some as he instinctively tried to move his chest away from the torturing finger
nails.

Releasing one nip, Tommy goes for Kip's balls and squeezes,
hard...harder....harder!
Kip has slumped down into the floor of the tub sobbing uncontrollably now.
Tom releases the kid's nuts, stands up and whips his spigot out and pisses
Kipper from the top of his head, down his body, front and back. He loved telling
Kip to get all the way down flat on his belly as he watched the powerful piss
stream splash and bubble out of Kip's ass slot.

He told Kip to lick the piss off the walls and then rinse himself and the tub
clean, dry off and crawl down to the backyard.

When Kip crawled out the back door, Tom was waiting with a batakka paddle
behind his back. This is a heavy, upholstered soft club bulkier than a boxing
glove, with a handle the thickness of a boat oar. While it doesn't leave real
hurt or damage to skin and body, when it's wielded, it gives the recipient a
knock-the-wind-out-of-you thumping, and usually knocks a small dude right to the
ground.

Tom crooked his finger for Kip to come forward and stand. 'Ffwumpp!'
'Spittch!' Kip was whumped up off his bare feet and sailed five feet back into the
grass in a flopping slide. Tommy ran up to the naked air-sucking kid, and whomped
his body with roundhouse shots from ankles to chest. Each down strike bounced
the kid in place. He raised his hands and legs to fend off the powerful shots
to no avail.

Tom looked down at the shaken, naked kid in the grass, toes and hands up to
ward off the batakka beating....and he smiled. The little fucker was hard as a
rock. He diddled Kip's hardon with the soft club, extracting a string of boy
goo from it's piss hole.

Kip was anticipating the continued assault and trembled still with his turned
up feet and hands in the air, when Tommy dropped the club and sat facing
opposite Kip, near his face. "You fuckin' need this....you really fuckin' need
this don'tchu you faggot tool," Tommy said, his stare searing into Kip's brain.

Kip was confused and it showed on his face. His raised hands and feet came
down, with his right hand of course going right to his prick to give it a needed
tug. Even in his embarrassment at being bashed, and naked in front of his
fully dressed new master, he was surprised when Tommy yanked his head and mashed
his face into the fly of his shorts. Kip didn't need to be told. He was
licking and biting into the tan denim cargoes, hunting for boy prick to sate his
gnawing need. As he rubbed the kid's face roughly over his hidden meat, Tommy
hardened up, and now he had needs....and he knew they'd be well taken care
of...now....and for many a day into the future.

"Git it out and git chowing, pussylips!" Tommy growled.

In a flurry of hands and fingers, Tom's dick was stiffied out of his fly and
disappearing inside Kip's face. Haltingly, he grunted "Eat   me   you   fuck!"
  as he lurched forward, and yanked the back of Kip's head back and forth,
"Unh-uh-ungh," over his steely hard prick......"Gawallcch!" Kip gagged when
Tommy's cock plugged his throat hole. "You   just   love   it......DON'TCHU?
Erunnthh!"  Tommy grunted.

Glaring bursts of light were going off behind Kip's eyes as he was
face-jammed onto red-hot boy poker over and and over and then....."Cummmmminnngggg!"
Tommy whined, as he hunched his butt up and pumped his prick through those
sucking boy lips and over Kip's tongue. "Gawwwwwwwwd......did I need THAT!!!!" Tommy
wailed and sighed as he held tight into Kip's face for a much too long moment
as Kip was trying to breath through mashed in nose and stuffed throat
gurgling in teen cream.

Finally, Tommy let go of Kip and the younger kid fell back into the
grass....gasping for air...then....licking his lips!

Tommy slowly rose back up on his knees, straddling Kip's upper body, wiping
the dollop of dog water off his peter onto Kip's lips, whereupon the boy's
tongue swiped it off, then ticky-diddled at Tommy's pee-hole. Tommy shuddered at
the thrill of the sensation..... and his dick stiffened some to a semi-hard
arch which Tom used to whap Kip's blinky-eyed face eight or ten times.

"You were late getting here for service to my cock here, dickface.
Weren'tchu?"

Kip thought he got by that, but his eyes closed at the realization, and he
was resigned to take his punishment as he nodded, and said, "Yes...umm, sorry
sir," between cock smacks.

"Dere's no 'sorries' fucker....dere's ohnee payment! If you bein' late had
anyhting to do wit'chu dick-lickin' some 'nother dudes, you gonna in one sorry
state, pissant!"

In spite of his lie, Kip held up his hands in innocence and shook his head
'No!" Well he really felt that being forced to suck cock by the kids off the bus
shouldn't count. He didn't like, 'trick' after them....but cockhounds don't
really care how they get dick...longst as they git it. Kip sure did like it too.

Tommy knew Kip was into glory-holin' at the park shitter, but he actually
didn't think Kip had had any action that afternoon....but just was goofed up
getting to Tommy's house after school. Still...that didn't keep Tom from giving
Kip some thinks about what he better not be doin' on the side. "JUST MAKE SURE
YOU DON'T, FAGGIE BOY," Tom roared as he stung Kip's cheeks with left and right
hands for five shots each, and got up.

Kip's red cheeks blended nicely with red of his eyes, the tears streaming
down his face as he stared up to Tommy. "Now getcher ass upstairs, dressed and
get the fuck outta here. I'll call later to letchu know if you gotta be here to
drain my morning piss or not."

"Y-y-ye-yessir. Thank y-you sir," Kip said softly as he got himself up and
crawled through the grass to the door.

Tommy grinned at his little tool box wigglin' as he went.


Bart made it through most all his classes with no problem. But from last
time, 'member that Aaron had doped out that Bart had swiped his cargo shorts from
his locker, and might have found the rubber he'd jacked in earlier that day.
He was both pissed and embarrassed.

Kevin and the others never linked up with Colin to let him know that Bart
made it to class without the panties they left for him to wear. But....Aaron
caught up with Bart after classes, and as they moved out the back exit for the
buses, Aaron shoved Bart into the wall and demanded to know why Bart had ripped
off his clothes.

To explain, he would have to tell of the panties deal...which he had ditched
in a boys room trash can earlier that day. He just said that some guys had
funned him and left him without any clothes when he came out the shower and hoped
Aaron wouldn't mind, and that he'd bring them back clean an' all the next day.

Aaron, who was really more concerned about the cummed up rubber he didn't
want Bart to find, demanded the shorts right there. They scuffled and Bart broke
away and ran across the parking lot and down the grassy slope past the buses.
Aaron was right on him and halfway down the slope went airborne and tackled
him, rolling over and over with him to the bottom. Fists were flying, and Bart
was holding his own till from underneath him, and on his back, Aaron jabbed a
shot to Bart's face and started a nose bleed.

In the hesitation, Aaron reversed and sat on Bart facing his feet and opening
the shorts and pushed them down and off. Bart was wearing some gym shorts for
underwear, so he could do without them, and Aaron got the shorts off Bart's
feet.

Quickly his hand snaked into the pockets. He was relieved. The rubber
appeared to be there untouched....wait a minute. He took it out. It was CLEAN!!! Not
a bit of spooge was left in it....and there was nothing leaked into the turned
out pocket. he snapped around, and now he wasn't embarrassed about his
rubber...or his need to jack off during class in his pants....he had a cum sucker
underneath him! Looked like he wuz gonna get him some getoff at the expense of
the dude he was sitting on right then.

He whirled around on Bart's chest and belly, and held up the scraggy,
wrinkled,
c-l-e-a-n rubber. Bart's shock was evident immediately as he flushed crimson.
"YOU LIKE JACKOFF....'ZAT RIGHT FAGGOT??"

'You fuckin' EAT the stuff don'tchu? DON'TCHU???!!" Aaron screamed.

Bart's eyes closed without answering.

There was movement on top of Bart. He opened his eyes and Aaron's slender 6"
prick was being waved in front of his face. "Ummmmmm," he chided Bart beating
his lips with it...."bet it's tasty boy....let's have you on it.....I wantchu
to get it right from the hose, nice, hot and fresh....free range cum just for
yuh own seff."

A finger poke to Bart's neck and his mouth opened to be filled with Aaron's
boyprick. "Goddddddddddd....ohmigoddddd.....THAT IS SOOOOOOOOO GOOOOODDD!!!"
Aaron squealed. He'd never forget his first suckoff there at the bottom of
the slope below the bus turn-around. Hundreds of kids were laughing and yelling
in the distance above them as they loaded into the buses while Aaron joyed in
the gut-wrenching cum he was shooting in a strange mouth for the first ever
time.

It shook him to his very core....every nerve ending was firing....his every
part was quivering and quaking. Inside his thighs he felt the tingling there
was like no cum he ever trembled through. His toes curled under in his
sneakers...he could feel his toe nails digging into them. His entire body was chicken
skin....and sweat beaded all over him.

He shook again with the shivers when he looked down to Bart's sucking face,
and those glowing eyes that stared back....Aaron didn't know what he saw....the
need of Bart....to have cock....neeeeeeed cock! Aaron jumped when Bart's
tongue swabbed under and over the aftercum-sensitive cockhead of a boy's dick that
never went soft and started to rise again into the roof of Bart's mouth.
Ohhhhhh.....Bart was on it again....and Aaron....he wasn't gonna stop
him....never.....


When Adam got squared away at home, he found a message on the machine from
Ben...the other college kid....Rob's friend. He returned the call.

"'Lo," Ben answered.

"Hey," Adam said, "'iss Adam."

"Ohhhh yehhhh, Adam....cin we ummm....you know....meet up say Saturday....
sometime?"

Adam said, "Sure. If you meet me at the corner of Water Street and 3d Ave at
1 PM ....we can ride out to the rest stop, 'kay?"

Ben was agreeable....his breath caught in his throat, his heart beating out
of his chest. It was gonna be beating a lot harder in a few seconds....Adam
said, "Bring you enough cash, and moisten up dem lips fer action," as he hung up.

Ben held the dead phone to his ear, and shuddered. Last time he'd paid
Adam....but it was Adam who sucked him. He'd watched through blurry eyes at Adam's
lips riding his dick while kneeled below him on the restroom floor. It was
pretty clear he was gonna be doin' the deed this time. He wasn't sure he could do
it.... Sitting there on his bed, his cock sprung rock hard in his pants and he
flopped back into his pillow, threw his legs up and whipped his pants and
boxers off. 'That Adam....mannnnn...he's hot.....mmmmmm,
Adam, gotta have yur dick man....ohgod...ohgod....pump it dude...oh, do
it...gimmme ....fuck...gotta....eehhhhnnngh!' College boy shootoff roped out that
purple boy cockhead ....all over the room.....


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