Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2005 10:28:03 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve.  Chapter 33.

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@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Zach Gets to Serve.
Chapter 33

A'kay bois....it's been a long time...since October I think, that we had a
look-in on Shane and his troupe of fuckboys.

I'll repeat the recap from Chapter 32 below before we start anew, but before
each scene, I'll also lay in the part of the narrative from the same scene as
it was told in the prior chapter. Here goes:

>From 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 aft
ernoon 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 Stevie, the kid next
door to him, 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-sqwuscked over Casey's prick in a
steady, um-ba-hum-ba pumping head-fuck.

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, "'is-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.

Zach Gets to Serve.  Chapter 33.

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 he 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.....

Tomorrow, Adam'd be leaving the house for school with a baggie filled with
cum to leave in the mailbox for Rob. Then Saturday, he'd be meeting Rob's buddy
for some extended fuckface annnnnnd cash payment as well. Two buddies...both
were gonna be tunin' his prong, separately....neither one knowing 'bout the
other. Hmmm. Maybe he could double the payouts with a teeny little 'threat'?

Yeh, maybe. But he wanted to 'milk' the current setup for a while, till maybe
one of 'em wanted to get out of the deal....then he'd up the ante. Boyyy, he
HAD been around that fuckin' Shane too long. He was becoming as devilish and
scheming as his former best friend and master.

He got a shiver just then thinking about the rich dude, Brady. Brady'd
promised to take care of Shane and make Adam his butt pussy. His bubble butt twinged
just then remembering the endless spanking and butt fucking he got from Brady
last week.

Things were just muddling all up for the cute sandy blond teen fuckboy who
was now totally commanded by the twitch deep in his boyhole, and the tingle of
his ever horned up prick!

As his fingers squoozed their ways around his cummy dickhead....making him
buck up head and knees each time they coursed the tender peckerhead....his mind
was all moony.

He started thinking, 'Mannnn, I'm fuckin' ownin' dese two fuckin' college
dudes. I'm ownin' two faggotboy college kids!' Darkly, he knew he himself was
'owned' by a high schooler, middle schooler and college kid himself. He was so
confused he was starting to tear up, but....

....mindlessly he had started wildly friggin' his cumstickied meaty pud again
and "Oh! Oh! Ugh! Ahhhhhhh-yeeeeeee-uhhhhh! Nnnnnghhhh!" the young fucker
wadded himself off AGAIN!

His soppy cockwacking hand burrowed between his thighs as he rolled over into
his pillow and dozed off into teen dreams of bright sun, and the aroma of
billowing clouds of boycum.

Next morning, Adam bopped down the steps to the mailbox. The bag of his fresh
slimey silver boyseed was in the pouch pocket of his cargos. As he got to the
mailbox, he pulled the velcro closure and dug his hand in. He was so trembly
just at the touch of the slippery goo oozing around in the plastic baggie. It
was so fresh from his after breakfast bathroom beatoff, it still was whitish
and a little curdly yet. His breath actually caught in his throat knowing a
older kid would be sucking that peter custard of his right out of that bag in
less than an hour. Oh mannnnn! He wanted so bad to run into the garage and whip
off another batch!

Mournfully, hands shaking, he opened the mailbox and reached way in the back
and laid the baggie in the right corner...almost petting it...then pulled
himself away and closed the box. He stared a long moment at the mailbox. He looked
down the street to where Rob's car would be coming from to get the cockspunk.
With a huge sigh and a heaving chest, he shook his head, and started off for
school, rearranging his brick of dick in his boxers, shivering, feeling the
chill of the leaky goo that touched his hairless groin.

It was about 25 minutes later when Rob's car stopped by the mailbox. He got
out with a letter addressed to Adam in case anyone came out questioning what he
was doing in the box. Trembling, he opened the front lid and reached in and
didn't find anything! Oh no! His leaking dick was already stuck to his boxers.
The fuckin' kid couldn'ta forgot, could he?
He bent down now and looked in. He was relieved it was on the other side. He
snatched it. Fondling the still warm bag, his cock re-steeled at the slitherly
feel inside. He turned back to the car and got in. He fumbled with the gear
shift in his excitement, and finally got away down the street. The baggie was
still in his hand. As he turned the corner back to the main drag for the
college, he raised the bag to his nose. OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! He quickly pulled off to
the curb. The boycum smell was barely perceptible, but he almost came with the
combined expectations of feel, taste and smell!

He stopped by the curb....shuddering....sooooo excited. He felt like he
should be getting a heart attack. His heart was pounding out of his chest. He
couldn't breathe.

His eyes welled up, too.  He pulled the baggie open down in his lap, and
slowly bent to the steering wheel as he brought the bag closer....closer....ohhh
he could smell Adam now.... his mind remembered the taste of the kid's teen
gobbledick for him....he held his breath....stuffed his nose into the wide open
baggie of schoolboy spunk.....and....and.....
HE SHOT OFF IN HIS BOXERS!!! He bucked and humped uncontrollably beneath the
steering wheel. "Ahhhhh!" he squalled. "Ahhh-uh-uh-uh! Ah-ah-ah!" he convulsed
inside himself, his head bobbing against the top of the steering wheel as he
sobbed with tears streaming like rivers down his cheeks.

He was sooooo fucking happy. He was sooo fucking happy he couldn't believe
what less than an ounce of kid jelly could do to him. Here he was...this long
repressed faggot-needing-cumsucker. He had found the treasure at the end of the
rainbow. That rainbow was a squeaky-clean blond spunker that could feed him
what he needed....now.... tomorrow....next week....next....forever! "Ohhhhhhhh
A-d-a-mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!" he moaned through his sobs.

He wanted so badly to just dip his tongue in his cumboy's shootoff, but
restrained himself. He'd get himself together. Get to school, and see if he could
stash it away and go for it after classes at home, in his bed when he could
swarsh his tongue-hardon in it...lick some up, rub his own prick with it!

He didn't think he could ever make it the whole day. He wanted to save it. To
treasure it. Virgin teencream for his lips, tongue, cock and
bunghole....later....at home...in bed....under the covers....jacking himself out of his
friggin' mind!!!!!!!!!!


At school after Bart ditched the girl's panties and swiped some other kids'
clothes from the locker room lockers:
Bart made it through most all his classes with no problem. But from last
time, 'member that classmate 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 of 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
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.....

Aaron was crazed...re-crazed. Now he grabbed Bart by his ears and rammed his
cocksucking face down and back over and over and was spreading his knees
astride Bart's chest so he could fuck the spluttering kid's mouth as well as piston
his facefuckin' head over his teen boy rammer.

"G-a-w-w-w-a-h-h-h-d-d-d-d!!!! I fuckin' need this s-o-o-o-o-o-o fuckin'
B-A-D-D-D-D!!!!!!"
Aaron screamed. He was hysterical at the spine tingling thrill he was getting
from a blow job! This blowjob! His FIRST EVER "Fuck-ing BLOWJOB!!!!!" he
wailed in such immense boyjoy he absolutely couldn't fuckin' believe it!

He soaked himself in dripping sweat from every pore in the intense frenzy
he'd created for himself with his whole body hump-hunching that face of Bart's,
and those lips vacuuming his rockhard prick....and Bart's tongue swirzzeling up
and down and around it in ways he never dreamed could make him feel this
fucking way!

"Ohgoddddd! Ahm cummin' sooooharrrrddddd!!!! he warbled again, and flopped
over Bart's head which was allowed to rest in the grass. He went into a wild
head-bouncing, short-stroking cumshoot of Bart....he was totally mindless....just
plain out of control.

He all at once sighed, and seemed to gasp....then fell face-planted into
grass back of Bart's still dick-eating, now gagging, choking head, face and mouth.

Of course, Aaron's toes had curled under, seemingly permanently, inside his
sneakers. He was however becoming aware of his soaking sweat for the air
started to chill him as he lay shivering, recovering on top of Bart.

His mind was awhirl now. He knew he had a fucktool to use....to fun....for as
long as he wanted. THAT was gonna start right here...right now!

He lurched up. His fine hefty cock "Smumpk"ling out of Bart's mouth. Bart
hucked a quick several breaths and heaved both of them up and down as he got
himself back to normal.

Aaron looked up and realized that his backpack lay halfway back up the slope.
He wanted to retrieve it but didn't want his new prize getting away, so he
proceeded to go for Bart's sneaks and shorts to leave him naked where he had
facefucked him, and then go up and get the pack.

He pulled the sneaks and heaved them several yards away, and then pulled down
the gym shorts Bart was wearing for underwear. "You fucking queer!
Dick-eatin' cunt! You gotcher NUT, faggot! You gotcher nut while you blowed me! EAT
THAT" Aaron smooshed the cumjellied gym shorts into Bart's face. "Lick it,
fuckwad!"

Bart busied himself snorting air while trying to suck his jam off the shorts.
Aaron pulled the shorts back so he could watch his queerboi's tongue work out
on the fabric. Mannnn! He knew watching that kid's tongue was
cock-steeling....he really wanted to go another round, but they had to get going and he still
was working up a plan on how use Bart reg'lar...and that softened his peter.
He got up, slapped his cock in his shorts and went for his pack.

The shorts were also 'borrowed' from another kid's locker earlier that day,
and had their own boy smells...a different boy's smell...in them. Bart's
discerning smeller picked up on it and was getting all dreamy again.

When Aaron got back down the hill, Bart held the 'clean' shorts out to show
him. Aaron just pointed to Bart's cock and said, "Wipe that faggot goo off
yurseff and lick it off yur fingers. Get all of it too, asshole!"

"Holy shit! There jus' ain't no doubt wit'chu is dere? You even shaved yer
cock hairs. You're a hunert percent fuckin' boicunt, ain'tchu?" Aaron continued
berating his cocksucker.

Shaking his head, Aaron kick-tapped Bart's bare feet and told him to get the
gym shorts back on and put his sneaks and Aaron's 'stolen' shorts into Aaron's
backpack. He gave Bart the pack to strap on his back using both shoulder
straps. He told Bart they were goin' home 'wheelbarrow' style. Bart would walk on
his hands and toes part way with his ass up, and part way, Aaron would pick
him up by his ankles and 'walk him' just on his hands.

They were just 15 minutes from Aaron's house, and the part of the plan Aaron
had settled on already was that Bart was coming to his house that night, all
night, overnight, and he'd plan as he went.

Bart was terribly exhausted within 5 minutes from the contorted posture he
had to maintain. Aaron kicked at him when he flopped each time and barked at him
till he got up and restarted.

After another few minutes, Aaron let him crawl along in the grass by the curb
as they made their way down the first street out of the gully they had rolled
into.

When they were a block from Aaron's, he made Bart walk 'wheelbarrow' again
down the whole street to the house and into the garage. Little kids were funnin'
them along the way. Some came right up to them and bent down looking into
Bart's flushed and sweaty face. They even crawl right along with him and
crawly-danced in front of him. Aaron had one kid straddle over Bart's neck and 'Mush'
him along beating his shoulders. He told two kids they could spit in Bart's
face. They didn't need'a be told twice. Gobs and gobs of boy goobers hung off
Bart's nose, and ears by the time Aaron shooed them away.

Inside the garage, Aaron twisted Bart's feet so he fell off his hands onto
his back. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him and
screamed, "On yur knees, queerass!"

Bart scrambled to get in position. He was just not in position to fight for
his 'honor'....and he WAS ruled by his own dick and needs. He just followed
orders.

Kneeling, he hung his head clasping his hands behind as Shane had 'taught'
him. Geez, even his bare feet were crossed. He almost stuck one finger up his
bung like Shane made him do as a matter of course. Aaron thought that was
strange, but couldn't figure out why. He calmly asked Bart, "Who owns you,
dirthole?"

"Uh..Sha...you do...Aaron??" God, he almost said Shane's name, then answered
as a question, 'cause he didn't know what the fuck the young bastard wanted.

"Hmmm....that's ok, I guess, but I think we're gonna make like the Navy...you
will call me MISTER....say it!"

"Yes...ummm...MIS-ter," Bart replied. He actually smiled to himself. This was
nuthin' compared to Shane, and Casey, and Colin and Kevin.....shit...or even
the little kids that tied him up in the park. Shit! Bart had seen it all. This
was a piece'a cake.....so far.

Aaron whipped out his healthy peter and flagged it at him and said, "Who else
do you belong to?"

Bart for the first time realized that Aaron had the thickest boycock he had
ever had to blow. It felt like a telephone pole when the kid rammed it into his
mouth. It might also be the longest of all the guys he'd had to service these
last long weeks since his first days at the park toilet glory hole. None of
the kids he'd blowed had been much over 6 inches. Aaron's dick was at least an
inch more.

Answering in the mind muddle he was in, he said that he also belonged to
"Ummm...MIS-ter's cock??" again in a question.

Aaron said, "Close. Let's you be calling it, Mister DICK! Say it!"

"Mister Dick, uh...MIS-ter."

Aaron smiled. "Good. I like that. For now that'll be good. I decided yur
staying here the night. You'll call home and tell them, and you'll be nice to my
folks when they get home. Thennn, lessee....we'll sleep out in my dad's fifth
wheel camper outside here....hmmmm... and maybe we'll cut school tuhmorrah, and
you'll take care'a Mister Dick here all night annnnd the day, too."

Bart just nodded, and looked up at yet aNOTHER master. Would it ever fucking
end? He was being driven by his own need for whut hangs free from every
spunkrat he knew....
COCK! And he NEEDed it....baaaaaaaddddd!

As we leave to check out the scene at Tommy's, Aaron's saying, "A'kay
cuntboi....kiss it!"

Bart strained up, his lips at the quiver.....


Tommy's backyard:
Kip's red cheeks blended nicely with red of his eyes. Tears streamed 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. He loved those butt
cheek dimples of Kip's, especially when they hollowed out, then filled while
he flexed 'em.

When Kip got home....he stared at the message on his 'puter. It was from
Tommy....already.

"Dipshit: Be here at 6:35 AM to drain my hog."

A tear ran down his cheek. He really 'wanted' to be Tommy's 'boy'. But his
loss of freedom was getting him down...he and Bart had endured much the same
trials. They had  spent some good times together in the stall at the park. Then,
of course, there was Shane....and the fuckboy training. Shit! Shane had
actually 'given' Kip to Tommy as a present!

Kip, who was a couple years junior to Bart, Shane and Tom, was shown the funs
of boydickin' by classmates Jarrod and Kyle, many long weeks ago. He was
knowing that he, like Bart, had 'needs'....cock needs. This had made him easy
pickin's for Shane's, and his little brother Casey's fuckboy posse.

But it all looked to be taking its toll on the little dude. With a stud
brother like Kerry, it's surprising that Kip had looked elsewhere to fill his need.
But, it is sorta normal. That is, going to strangers instead of bringing it
back home.

As Kip stared bleery eyed at the note on his computer screen, Kerry shuffled
through the door in one of his rare brotherly appearances and asked, "'S'up
lil buddy?"

At Shane's suite above the garage of his folks' house:
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 cockjoy 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 himself  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 in the easy chair.

They rearranged their naked parts till they were side by side squeezed into
the seat while Casey choreographed the fuckboy activity on the bed.  Zach is 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.

Fuckin' teen boys, mannnn. No matter how many times they get off, they still
fuckin' hafta have it! Shane's cock went hard and snapped to his belly
watching his two trained fuckboys going at it on the bed. We can't forget that his
brother Casey is in service to Shane as well as being pint-sized master to the
other kids.

He pulled Casey out of the corner of the chair they were sharing and lifted
him over his lap. "Fit my poker in yur toytunnel pussyboi," Shane told Casey
matter of factly.

Casey often was 'holed out' by Shane, but it shamed him to be 'put to the
rod' in front of the kids he was master of.

As it was, rockhard horny Shane-dick willed out, and Casey reached under and
behind, guiding Shane's boypleaser up his bunger.

The kid sucked in a breath as the tears welled in his eyes with the steady
single stroke surge of brother dick up his boybox.

Shane reached around to diddle Casey's boypeter while he let the kid get used
to his meaty 6 inch impaler.

Casey's head flopped back into Shane's chest. Shane had grown a few inches
the past year since all this started, and Casey realized that Shane's now 5' 10"
frame no longer let him nestle into the older boy's neck and shoulder.

While he waited for Casey to relax, Shane ordered the 69'ing fuckboys on the
bed to take each other's dick sidewise between their teeth and bite down a
bit. "Yahhhh! Bite down...not too hard. Just letcher buddyfag know you got him in
yer teeth. Ummm. Yehhh!
Check it out Case," he nudged his brother with his chin into the kid's golden
blond hairs.

Casey nodded.

"Close yer lips now, blow and puff 'em up, like you blowin' into your
bit-down buddy's dick. Yessss-sssss!" Shane hissed, and humped up three quick times
into his grunting brotherfuck....

"Uh-uh-uhhhh!" came from Casey

"A'kay...anuffa that, gitcher tongues into each other's bung. I wanna see
that spit and cum bubble up from yer lips," Shane ordered the fucktools on the
bed, while he pulled Casey's face around into his own armpit. "Go boy....let's
see you git thet pit, lil dude. Tongue....yahhhh ....lick it...lemmmee hear
slobbering boy spit slickin'. Ummmm....lil brother....you got the touch, boi."

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