Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2005 08:17:34 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve.  Chapter 35.

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Zach Gets to Serve.  Chapter 35

At Shane's room over the 'rents' garage:
Shane's face gleamed from the beading sweat his brother wringed from him with
his tireless toyboi tongue in his big brother's armpits. Both Shane's arms
were up above the back of the armchair. He shivered every few tongue lappings.
Sometimes Casey would just vacuum bro-pit...then others he would do fast
fever-licks....and still other times he'd bite then dart-tickle with the tip of his
tongue. It was beautiful to Shane who had been moving into a mindless state
all afternoon since he had put his fuckboys into play there in his room.

The dreamplay unfolding on the bed before him with Zach and Stevie eating
each other's bungers was not helping Shane come back to the real world either.

Steve and Zach were old acquaintances-come friends-come whatever they were
now. Are they lovers? Master and slave? They wouldn't know that. They just
didn't know enough to figure out what they were. But they sure wuz eatin' out each
other's pussyboi box!

Steve literally lost his tongue up Zach's tingling toy tunnel. The whip-da
rting taster was giving Zach thrills beyond his own imaginations. He was ruttin'
back onto the boy's tongue to get it deeper yet!

This was no more than what was going on at the other end with Zach's tongue
trying to match the drive of Steve's. Zach actually was thinking of what he was
doing. He was always a good imaginer. He was actually feeling each ripple of
fragile boyasshole skins inside the outer ring of Steve's bung. He might have
been thinking of cunthole petals if he had ever had any girl pussy.

Shane had been letting his fuckboys slip away from him over the last weeks.
Tom and him were on the outs, even after he had presented Tom with Kipper to be
his own, personal fuckboy. That meant Shane lost control of Kip, too. Adam,
who he had broken not all that long ago, he couldn't seem to get back to the
fold. He was considering applying a little pressure there. He had those digital
stills and videos from the first go down at the rest stop. Hmmmm.

Bart was more of an intermittent fuckboy, but Shane was wondering. He hadn't
even seen him getting worked over by Colin and his gang in gym.

So for now, he was pretty much a master of three young tools....l'il brother
Casey, currently riding his big brothers dick in the chair; Zach, original
fuckboy: he smiled remembering that first afternoon at the beach with Tommy and
Adam. A few sips of beer and Zach was blowing everything in sight! Now
Stevie...he was a brand newbie. And quite a prize. He really got into performance
cocksucking.

Shane wanted to feel he had exercised his leadership, and ownership before he
sent his cuntboys home. He gave three rough thrusting up-fucking-pumps into
Casey's toolbox before getting up with the kid still riding on his pulsing
pole.

Shane was short-breathed. He really was close to getting off but he wanted a
glory finish this afternoon. He eased Casey off his prong and fitted him belly
down over Zach's back. He hanged him down low over the other kid's butt so he
would be in tongue whipping range of Stevie's ass-digging taster.

Steve looked up as the young blond dude was fitted into place above him. As
if on command, his tongue oozed out of Zach and into Casey who squealed in joy
and curled his feet, tucking them against the top of Stevie's bobbing head.
Soon they'd be fitting first under his head and then digging toes into his
asseater's cheeks.

Shane was gently massaging his handsome pud, surveying the boy art he had
created there on his bed, deciding which of his three pussybois he would try
first. He decided on Stevie bung.

He went to the foot of the bed, climbed on, hulked over Steve's butt, and got
the favorite of fuckjoy funs when he slipped his substantial prong right
through Stevie's browneye as it rode over Zach's swabbing, tool-tickling tongue.
He steadily chugged his boy pleaser up into the newly moaning Stevie. He'd worn
Stevie's asshole around his cock before, even that afternoon, and he sighed
as he felt the joy deep inside him warming up his electric generator. He knew
he'd be firing all circuits through his inner thighs, sparking at his nips and
up the back of his neck into his little hairs at the back of his head.

His  cockhead tingled and twitched and "Ohhahhhh! Ughhhh! Omigod! Suck it out
of me you little tool. Suck it outta meeeeeee!" Stevie's asshole had
tightened beautifully on Shane's cockslab and gave him the maximum pleasure at the
right moment. It literally sucked the breath out of the big boy teen fucker.
Shane filled Stevie's hole and as he pulled out finally, he realized Zach's
tongued was still working his dick and Steve's hole! That boy rasper swiped up the
side of Shane's pole artfully sucking fuckspoo right into his mouth and going
for more. Shane bucked and jolted from the massive spasms caused by that boy
tongue when it fevered over the sensitive underside of his cockcrown. Even in
the too much pleasure he was in, he felt the ecstasy of the moment. Finally
completely out of Stevie, Zach sucked his entire cock into his mouth and swallowed
him down his throat!
Sheeeesh! Had Zach come a long way in a few months.

Shane patted Steve's bubble butt as Zach's tongue surged back up into the
Shane cumdrool he was oozing out his hole.

Zach was tightening his sphincter. He knew he was next to ride his
fuckmaster's pole. He screeled into Stevie's pussydrooze, when Shane's rectal probe
drove through his assring right over Stevie's pussysucking tongue.

Casey was almost dazed feeling the trembling bodies respond to Shane and each
other as they continued their foray into boyfucksucking joy.

Shane pressed his chest hard to Casey's sweaty back, and as he hamslammed
though Zach, he was also pumping against Casey, too. The grunts of all four boys
in their fuckpile almost harmonized. Air was constantly being sucked into four
mouths and pumped out of 'em, each time Shane bottomed deep in Zach.

He pulled out without blowing another wad, and plugged his little brother for
few strokes now.

The sun was low. Long shadows streamed across the room and over the boys as
Shane laid down next to his boypile creation, and instructed the boys to choose
a body part on him to lick. Zach and Steve unbunged their tongues. They'd
been eating asshole for almost an hour by the time they pulled out.
They were now lapping teen feet, pits, balls, cockhair, titnips, and
underknees. Just when Shane would get over the shock of one tongue swipe, he'd be
exhilarated by another. Then he created his mastercum. He sat up like a buddha at
the headboard of the bed. He pulled Zach's and Casey's lips together in a
smooch. Then, he fit his meaty teen prick between them like the petals of a cunt.
He began to surge his cock up and back through their lips, having them
occasionally open their mouths and take the head into both their mouths at the same
time, tongues-a-swirlin'. As he reached the first twitches tingling at the tip
of his wick, he grasped Stevie by the back of his neck. Now, at the end of
each upfuck through Casey's and Zach's lips, Stevie would suck in Shane's
cockhead, then 'Smook' off when it receded. Six boy lips choreographed to cock!

As Shane blowed off, he had all three boys' mouths open and sucking the cum
out of the young teen's convulsing cockhelmet. Six lips...three tongues,
"OHHHHGODDDDD! I nevah..!
Suck ohfuck! Eeeeeeshhh! Uh! Ayeh! Ohyeh! Ohmigod! Oh suck me...suck me...
suckkkkkkmeeeeeeee!!!!!" Shane screamed hysterically.

He jerked up, and left, and right...and finally with cum still firing he
flung himself back against the headboard like he'd been shot!!!!  The kids were
all duckin' and divin' to get away from his kicking feet as he lay there still
buckin'. Omanomanoman! He was THE fuckin' shooter if ever there was one!! The
boys went after ever rope and curd of cum slop shot from Shane's cannon muscle.

"Oh boys! Oh boys! Ohhhhfuckboys!!!!" he wheezed, and slumped against the
headboard. The boys waited....and waited, till Casey told them to get their
clothes and get out. As they scurried around the room to get their clothes, Casey
instructed both of them to have pampers on in the morning, and for Zach to
bring the BenGay to the shitter stall before gym.

Both boys said, "Yessir!" and half-dressed were shoved out on the deck
outside Shane's room, and the door slammed.

Rob's bedroom with the cum-filled rubber he picked up at Adam's that morning:
Easing the pressure, the tingle-twitchy excitement built again quickly as Rob
beat his meat full-stroking up and down his joyed pecker from cockhead to
balls and back and again and again. His breath shortened. His toes curled under.
He screeled deep inside his throat as the inside of his thighs became electric
and his butt came up off the bed. His smooth young naked body arched and
strained as he madly whipped till he shot Adam's rubber full of his own powerful
cream blowoff....."Ahhhhhccchgghhhhhh! Ayeh! Ohuhhh!
Sooooogggooooodddd!" he wailed as his spent body jerked, jolted and flopped
to the bed in a huge sigh as the young dude expended all his air. The boy's
body lurched, bucked and jolted seeking relief from sexual boy turmoil. His
blurry eyes looked down his slender trunk to the condom covered peter....the focal
point of the most fun he ever has on any day....and joyed in the sight of the
white curdled mass of spoogoo spread over the length of the rubber on his
cock. He quaked another two times before falling into a dream of cum and boys and
dicks....mmmmmmm.

He woke soon enough and it all began again. He pulled the rubber from his
joint and emptied it into his mouth and swirled the mix of Adam's and his own
juice over his boy taster before he swallowed it all while he rubbed his neck
like he could feel Adam's sperm slipping down into his belly.

With his other hand he wacked off while he got to his feet and hunched
forward with bent knees up on his bed jerking his pud while he stared at himself in
the mirror. His cum shot everywhere around the room in front of him and
dribbled the last dregs over his fingers and into his cockhairs before he flopped to
his knees exhausted once more.

I doubt that Adam could appreciate  what he'd done for Rob with just that 2
minute beatoff before school that morning.


But then again, Adam was a bit of a thinker, and might have caught what his
morning's spooge would mean to Rob.

When Rob woke up Saturday morning. He was humping his mattress. His bareass
bubble butt was squirming up, down and around, as the handsome horny teen
college freshman thrilled to his tingling cockhead burrowing into his bellybutton
beneath him.

He quick-flipped over onto his back, bringing his knees up and feet flat as
he broke into a full morning boydick beatoff. "Uh-uh--unngh--a-mann!" he huffed
as his butt cheeks squeezed  and his toes digged into the sheet. Then with
his leaking dickhead peeking out of his cupped hand....he stopped. A quick snap
look to the clock said it was right around the time he would be leaving for
school on a weekday.

He couldn't remember....was Adam gonna leave him a 'sample' even on weekends?
Cold sweat beaded his face. He jumped up. If the kid left his jam in the
mailbox this morning and Rob didn't pick it up by mistake, it might queer their
regular morning arrangement. Rob couldn't bare that.

He jumped from bed and was still stepping into his lo-cuts as he got to the
stairs and took them by twos, grabbed a juice off the table as his mother just
shook her head...and was gone. He jumped into the car and was out the driveway
in a flash.

He hadn't bothered with a shirt and was just in a pair of cutoffs and no
socks.

Rubber burned as he peeled down the street on his way to Adam's place. By the
time he turned onto Adam's street, he was calming, and he eased slowly to a
stop three houses from Adam's mailbox. It was past the time when Adam would
have left his rubber. He put the car in gear and went on up to the box. Again he
used that fake envelop with Adam's name on it, to give him cover if he was
questioned about going into somebody else's mailbox.

He pulled the lid, and there was no prize this morning. He was calm, though
trembling. Pretty sure there was no plan for weekend days with Adam, and turned
back to his car.

Adam, thinking Rob might be greedy for boy cream, had fitted his own hard
peter into his boxers and headed downstairs to see if his needy friend had come
by.

As he opened the front door....a big smile came over his face....Rob looked
up with the click of the door, and immediately was shaking all over.

They both looked up and down the quiet tree-lined street. Rob stood with his
hand on the door handle, anxiety overwhelming him. He just knew he couldn't
find the right words to ask Adam to jerk a wad for him this morning, even though
he knew Adam probably was standing there because he knew why Rob was there.

Adam stunned Rob when his smile broadened, and he waved him in!

Rob nearly fell down tripping over his own feet in the happiness of not only
getting his wish, but maybe getting it a hundred fold!

Huffing from running up the steps in his cockboy frenzy, he stuck out his
hand to shake Adam's as he reached the door. Still holding on, Adam turned and
guided Rob inside, and over to the kitchen.

"Hey ma, meet Rob. Met him after school t'other day. He's a freshman at
State."

"Hello, Robert," mom said formally. "Would you boys like to have something
for breakfast?" They both agreed to the stack of pancakes she had in her hands.
She made her excuses and went about the laundry chores in the basement,
leaving the boys to eat.
As they gulped juice, Adam asked, "Do I guess right?"

Breathlessly, rubbing into his fly, Rob said, "Oh yeh, mannn! I am so..."

Adam nodded and smiled. You can lick your hand if you like. The last thing it
touched was my joystick. The fuckin' kid licked it madly. They both stared
blankly at each other, then bust out laughing, kicking at each other under the
table."

Now Adam was one horny dude, and he really understood everything that was
making Rob so crazed even if he wasn't as wild as Rob himself. He sure was
confused what with Shane, the fuckboys and all...and how Shane shocked Adam's own
self when he put him on dick that first time.

They went up to Adam's room then, and Adam had Rob help him strip the bed and
then put aside the fresh sheets his mother had left by his door that morning,
to put them on later. He was about to put the dirty sheets in the laundry
bag, when he reached in for  a couple pairs of his boxers and socks. He pushed
the handful up to Rob's face. Rob was like a  hungry dog! He shoved his nose and
face into the kid's dirties, then shoved them into the bag, and buried his
face into the bag! He held it closed snorrfing all of Adam's scents!

Adam laughed out loud. "You fuckin' nuts, dude," taking the bag and sheets
and dumping them in the hall for his mom to pick up, turned, and closed the
door, flipping the latch.

When Adam turned around Rob was holding a rubber out for Adam to provide his
offering. Smiling he took the rubber, and went over to the stripped bed.
Sitting he said, "Yuh know...weekends wasn't part of the deal."

Rob said, "I wasn't sure,...well....I didn't want you think I forgot if it
was....and I more umm, didn't wanna miss it if it was in the box."

"We haven't talked about cash, Rob. We hafta do that. I ain't free, man."

"I know," Rob hung his head. "I just don't have a lot to spare, but for what
you can give me....do for me....I was thinking of getting a job after school."

Adam realized how much this kid needed cock for sure. "Look. The original was
ten you, twenty me....each time. So we can do $10 a blow....and a bonus deal
if you gotta have my dick more than once a week....and... it'll be $5 bucks
for this morning."

Rob's head was spinning. He was trying to figure his gas and food money
against his cock money. He said, "I don't have anything with me this morning...not
a dime."

"Well," Adam shook his head, "you not looking reliable here...and I'm doin'
all the givin'."
Rob's head hung down.

Adam scooted his ass up on the bed, and shoved his shorts off as he laid out
flat, his fine dick lying to his thigh. 'A'kay...here it is. I get whutever I
wantchu to do this morning, and you get it free! But that's everythin'!...or
nuthin'!"

Rob was pulling his cut-offs open and crawling onto the bed.

He looked into Adam's face and Adam just nodded. Rob swooned up dizzy as his
mouth sucked Adam in and gave Adam his first cock driven jolt of the morning.

That first load was a quickie. In 30 seconds, the rockets went off, and Rob
was eating his beloved boy nectar direct from the manufacturer.

After having Rob open the window to air out the boy sex smells, Adam had the
college boy tongue-rape his armpits. "I wantchu to suck and chew out my
armpits till I scream, cocksucker...and when I'm screaming and beating your head,
you get down and do the same thing with my feet...and toes.

Rob never had so much boy joy at one time in his whole life. Well, he never
had any. But some of the things Adam made him do he never even dreamed of in
the quiet darkness of his room. He was whipping himself so fast and hard while
he worked every part of Adam's boy person.

"Oh yahhhh," came from Adam's tightened throat, when Rob's tongue sunk up
into his butt hole. He HAD to have had boy sex before. He did it all too well,
Adam was thinking. But Rob was just a virgin dreamer....that is up till that day
at the rest stop when the stranger kid at the rest stop and Adam banged his
hole silly, picking his cherry.

Crazed....wild eyed....Adam lurched up and flipped Rob onto his back. He was
sucking hard for air as he worked his prick, seeming to rub it over with lube
while keeping hard. He shoved Rob's legs up over his shoulders kneed up to his
hole and executed some severe reamage on freshman fuckboy.

"Fuck you, faggot college boy....fuck you!" Adam whispered into Rob's flushed
face, as he banged the kid's brains out.

Rob was hysterical, and his tongue kept trying lick some part of his
fuckerboy, and had to settle for Adam's forearm. Adam was giving Rob a special treat
he didn't tell him about.

When he was fiddlin' with his cock before impaling the fucker, he had
rubbered up for the butt slammin' he was giving Rob, and when he finally slipped his
cock out of Rob to have him tongue swarsh it clean, he held the full rubber
above Rob's nose. Rob shivered in his joy. He gave Adam ten vacuum sucking
kisses to his peter, popping his lips off the head each time, in thanks for the
fabulous gift that would give him the ultimate happiness that night and the next.

Adam barefooted his way downstairs behind Rob as they went outside. Adam had
his cock hanging out of his boxers at the driver-side window when Rob closed
the door. Rob
stored the rubber of Adamjam in the glovebox, and glowed into a wide grin
when he turned to say goodbye and came lips to pisshole with Adam's porker. He
gleefully kissed his benefactor a long smooching cockhead suck, still hanging on
Adam's peter as he eased into gear and pulled away. Adam almost blowed
another load right there in the street.

It was 10 o'clock, and in three hours he was gonna meet Ben for another
dick-slide.

Aaron found Bart wearing shorts swiped from his locker, and worse, the rubber
in his pocket he'd jacked in during class, was sucked clean....Aaron knew
Bart was a prize, and set up for him to service him that afternoon and night at
his house:

Once more, Bart was on all fours crawling back outside, this time to the
fifth wheel camper. Aaron sat down on a lawn chair as he had the naked dude open
up the camper to air it and clean up inside. Aaron inspected the work, and then
with a shot to the back of Bart's head he shoved the distracted kid to the
near bunk, rolled him to his belly, pulled the door shut, dropped his pants,
climbed on top of Bart, swabbed his prick with some sun tan lotion he found
there, and sank his meaty prick through Bart's butthole to his balls.

"Errummmmpphhh! Uhh! Uh! Ohhhhgodddd!" Bart moaned as Aaron growled in his
ear before he bit it, "Fuck you, queerass! Fuck you! Ahmena fuck you and make
you beg fer more!!"

Aaron was banging the living shit out of Bart there in the camper. The whole
unit was rocking out there in the yard. Aaron knew it, and was already
figuring how he was gonna get his funs later when the 'rents was home, without being
busted. Meanwhile, he kept on plowing his boytoy to glory. "Ohgodddd'dju good
man! I love plowin' yer hole. My dick an' yer ass is bein' in love I think,
faggot." Out of breath but still wearing Bart's mind and hole out, he asked, "So
queenie, before you put on my pants you stole, and sucked out my jackoff
rubber, didju sniff out the crotch and seat of my pants? Huh? Huh?"

"Uh-uh-uhhunngh-uh-no-uh-hon-uh-est! I-yi din't...fer true," Bart pleaded.

"I should b'lieve a fucking queerboi cocksucker...that right??! Dat whutchu
sayin'?" he yelled and butt snapped Bart even harder.
'Errrch....eeeccch.....skeeakkkk!' went the camper to the tune of whining butt slammed young boypussy.
Aaron could swear he heard the last of Bart's air pumping out of him with
every reaming rutfuck he threw into Bartie. The kid huffed and puffed and wheezed
and whimpered every time Aaron bottomed...and he yelped with each hot-strike
of each spot deep inside the kid hadn't jabbed before.

Bart thought his buttfucker had the most control of any boy he had taken
these last months of his new life as fuckboy. What he didn't know was that Aaron
had blown off almost immediately after he sank through Bart's tool-clutching
boyring, and was going for another whole cummin' as they got close to Aaron's
parents coming home.

"Uhboy...ohyehahhhfuck....oooooh....cummmminnnn!'" Aaron moaned biting Bart's
shoulder as he got his nut finally.....and laid sweat-sticked to Bart's back.
He hugged onto Bart's heaving body, as both kids sought normal breathing
patterns.

Aaron actually enjoyed the heat of Bart's skin against his body.

Aaron rose himself up to his knees, turning Bart over to clean his dick for
him. Bart chowed on boy prick, spent spooge and his own asshole slime, for
several minutes. When Aaron got off the bunk, he saw cum on Bart's dick. He waled
at Bart's face, and yanked him to his knees on the floor of the camper. "You
queer bastard! You nutted you fuck! You nutted fum me poundin' yur bunger. You
are such a fuckin' homo man!

"Wipe yur dick with yur hand and eat'cher spoo, and lookit the mess in the
bunk. Lick it up and there better not be no stain!" he yelled beating on the
Bart some more.

He went outside and waited in the lawn chair for Bart to come out after
licking off the sperm he pumped into the bunk.

"Mister, sir? I cleaned up my mess, sir. Should I come out now?" Bart asked
from inside the camper with the door still closed.

Aaron gave him the approval, and when he was out and the door was closed
behind him, Aaron hit him a blast from the hose to his nuts, doubling the young
dude up from the pain to his water beaten balls. Aaron sprayed him up and down
till he'd had enough fun and then, made Bart kneel with his asshole up and
facing Aaron. He fitted the nozzle up Bart's bung and filled his belly up
something fierce. Bart went over on his head in pain, and his belly distended, when
finally Aaron shut the water. He knew too much could be dangerous. He left the
nozzle plugged up Bart's ass....so he couldn't expel. He begged and cried, and
flopped completely prone beating his fists to the grass. Aaron pulled the
nozzle plug. The water shot up clear at first like a geyser....then the dirty
innards shot out and drooled brown shit-stinky water all over Bart's butt, back
and legs.

"Mannnnn! Do you stink, fool! We'll have our other nozzle for yer faggot ass
later won't we? The one you dream about every day, when yur not sniffing boys'
underwears, eh?" The spray was on again, and this time Aaron had poured some
laundry detergent over Bart's back and the suds just billowed up all over his
body, before the final rinsing.

Bart was careful not to anger Aaron when he met the parents and they had
dinner together.
The dad liked that by staying over in the camper Aaron got it aired out and
cleaned for him. "Good man!" he said to Aaron and more than approved of their
staying in it overnight.

The boys soon went up to Aaron's room. Aaron played some 'puter games while
he had Bart clean up the mess in his room. The only favor he granted Bart was
his allowance to sniff underwear before he picked it off the floor and put it
in the laundry bag.

As the night wore on, Bart was prone on the floor licking Aaron's feet and
ankles. Then while Aaron put on some music and grabbed his girlie mags, he had
Bart get his naked ass on the bed, squat and jerk his own dick for an hour
without shooting.

Before they got ready for the sleepout, Aaron doubled up Bart to see if he
could suck his own cock. As it turned out, his tongue couldn't come within 2
inches of the end of his dick. "Too bad, dude. If you'd'a been able to reach, you
wouldn't have go out to suck dick in the toilets evv'y day, man!"

On his best behavior as they passed through the kitchen in their boxers and
sneaks, Aaron guided Bart. "Have fun tonight boys," Aaron's mom said.

"Yeh, mom, we will....right Bart?" Aaron poked Bart.

A weak smile to Aaron's mom, Bart looked back into Aaron's determined face
and then nodded saying, "Yes Mist-uh-Yeh...right."

Aaron had put a small iced cooler with frozen hot dogs and ice bags in the
camper earlier....and soda of course. For any snacks Aaron would run back up to
the kitchen. Rope, rags, duct tape, and rubber hose were available in the
garage.

Inside the camper, Aaron rapped the back of Bart's head with his open hand,
yanked his boxers down, and buckled him from behind by shoving his knees into
the back of Bart's.

"Let's get this campout started right asshole," said Aaron as he came 'round
front of Bart and poked his dick into his lips. Say 'Hello' and kiss it
faggot. "Mmmmmuhh, hu-hullo-uhm Mister D-D-Dick," and pursed his lips right onto the
tip of the dude's peter head, "Smook!'. Aaron never stopped giggling when his
prefuck dribble made a string of spoo to Bart's lips every time.

"Good boy," he sneered, and said, "we're going to sit out by the fire so's we
can toast marshmallows and you can beat off till you can't shoot anymore, eh?
You like beatin' off.
You prob'ly awways fantasy some kid in school, right. You can watch my cock
first hand while you wack...yur own realtime fantasy come true....'cuz afta
then, you can real live fuckin' eat this here whutchu been looking at, right?"

"Yes..s-sir..Mister sir."

Bart didn't really think the words, but he surely felt it....'this was gonna
be one long night.' His greatest hope was that Aaron would forget about
cutting school and making him put out for him all the whole fuckin' next day. It
actually gave him something to hope for.

Aaron's dad had a cookout ring of rock and there was kindling and all behind
the camper. Aaron took some matches and got it started.

As they sat naked at the fire, he told Bart to get to it. Bart started
pulling his soft meat, taking abuse from Aaron for being soft in front of Aaron's
handsome cuntstuffer.
The sparkle of the fire on their shimmering smoothe boy bodies was to behold.
They could see the glint of the flames in each other's eyes.

Aaron had Bart wack in every position he could choreograph...squatted on his
toes was his favorite, but there was the jumping jack wack, ass-up head down
jack, Aaron even held Bart while he stood him on one hand so the kid could beat
off upside down....that's how he shot off the first time. Aaron was in
stitches from the fun sight of it as the Bartcum shot into the fire, hisssssing up a
storm. He loved feeling the kid tremble and buck balancing on one hand as he
went off. Even straight boys love watching when a dude gets his nut.

It felt good to Bart, even contorted as he was, by the fifth time he tried to
get off he was crying. He had whipped his meat raw, and the only fun was
Aaron's who was making Bart hold roasting sticks between his toes to toast the
'mallows....annnnd the bottoms of his feet! Aaron walked over to Bart after
fitting some of a gooey toasted 'mellow on his dick for Bart to chew and suck off.

The never ending beatoff continued as Aaron fitted frozen hot-dogs up the
kid's bunger.
"When 'at's warmed up wackdude, that'll be yur snack. Too bad you can't shoot
no more or you could have it wit' some of yur own special sauce.

He shivered up Bart with ice water out of the cooler down the back of his
head and neck all the way down to his crack....while the kid just kept whippin'.
His head was like a string puppet's bobbing there while he kept on wackin'.
There was a minor comedy interruption when Aaron cooled Bart's pucker with ice
cube after ice cube up his poopchute. After each five were up, Aaron would sit
back and watch Bart's butt expel them one after the other into the fire to a
huge 'Hissssssssssssssss!'

Laying out on the lawn, Aaron sprawled out flat and had Bart lay across his
chest and eat his pits till he whimpered in ecstasy. He had Bart faceplant into
his cockhair and suck and lick till he matted it to his groin. Next, to lick
through the leg creases around his balls, and then to tongue wash his balls.
The 'schlkky' sounds Bart's tongue made when he was sucking boy skins was
intoxicating...to both of them

The fire was just embers outside the dimly lit camper as Bart lifted his
master's leg and sucked the boy's balls till Aaron actually begged him to stop.

Then onto his bunghole. Bart sucked and chewed, ate and tongue-stuffed
Aaron's hole like a salad olive with a pimento. "Ohgodogodogod! It's soooo much!
It's ohgoddddd....tooo much!!! I can't stand it!!! Ahhhh...keep suckin' you
fuckin' queer!"

Aaron let Bart eat his hole till he cried real tears out there behind the
camper in the dark.

After laying there for a lonnnng time, an exhausted Aaron recovered. His
slavetool, Bart was kneeling beside him waiting loyally.

Jumping up, Aaron kicked Bart to make him crawl toward the front yard. As
Bart's ass wiggled, lit only by the stars, down the driveway, Aaron got a piece
of hose and beat his bung as the made it out front. Aaron put Bart on his back
along the driveway on the front lawn, spittied his dick and impaled his
slaveboy, hard! "Uhhwullpp!!"  'Smack!' Bart yelped when he got waled by the hose.

After pumping a few strokes into Bart and getting his groaning grunts down to
a mere hummming, he started to push and fuck him across the yard on his back
and shoulders.
Oh mannn! Where's the fucking camera?

When they reached the front walk in the center, he pummeled boy pussy till he
shot his wad up inside Bart's toyboy hole.  After having Bart lick him while
he renewed his power pud, Aaron flipped Bart onto all fours and poled him
doggie style, whipping his flanks with the hose, the rest of the way around the
house and back to the dad's car in the drive. He shoved Bart up on his back on
the hood and against the windshield. It was fabulous!!! He fucked Bart's brains
out, ass up on top of his dad's car!

They were sprawled over the hood and windshield for nearly half an hour in
Aaron's after fuck. Ohhh man! When he came out of his haze he was still hard as
brick and started pounding his pussyboy faggot again. Manomanoman!!! He got
his joyous teen nut one more time on top of his dad's windshield.

After another long recovery, Aaron eased from the car hood and pulled Bart
along. As Bart started to drop to his knees, Aaron kept him standing, fingered
the kids cumsopped butthole and fed it to Bart as they walked back to the
camper. Aaron had Bart hold his dick for him while they both pissed out the embers
of the campfire.

In the camper finally, Aaron locked the door, laid on the bunk and had his
pussyboy lick him starting at his feet. He gave Aaron a 'round the world' tongue
tour and then back to Aaron's teen dick which he was ordered to goober up for
some power boycunt reaming.

Bart dutifully readied 'Mister Dick' for his own asshole....again.

Aaron patted Bart's head, and said, "Good fagboi."  He got up while Bart
kneeled beside the bunk. Aaron pulled Bart up and flung him to the bunk on his
belly, "Urrumpphh!"

Aaron's cock was finely tuned by young teen mouth as he lay to his fagslave,
and sank through to his balls. A long exaggerated groan was muffled into the
mattress under Bart's face. Aaron felt the tremors of the groan from under his
own belly pasted onto Bart's back.

He bit Bart's ear to the melody he loved most, yelping boycunt. The surprise
to Bart had him tighten his pussyhole on Aaron's cock. Aaron shivered in
ecstasy. He started to chant in an intense and building fevered rasping
whisper....'Fuckyou..fuckyou...fuckyou... fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufukyufukyufukyu....." he
chugged on like a choochoo. Several minutes into his bangboy rut rant he ragged
into Bart's ear, "Did I tell you faggieboy, I can go all fuckin' night?"

Bart was silent except for a tiny whimper that seemed to get louder just then
and then fade down again....

'Bang! Bang! Bang!" was the thunderous wake-up to the camper door. "Up and
at'em boys!" yelled Aaron's dad. The sun was bright. "You did good with the fire
last night. Don't be late for school, hear?"

"Ughh..uhh whu! Oh yeh! Dad! Yeh! We're up! We're up! See yuh!" Aaron kept
his hands clasped behind Bart's neck as the young teen bobbed on Aaron's morning
rod. With his dad outside, Aaron whispered, "Don't 'Gwullkk!' so loud when
you getting breakfast boi! Suck quiet!" he snickered to himself as he leaned
back against the wall, his legs came up over Bart's shoulders, feet resting on
the kid's back. His thighs tightened around Bart's cheeks, his toes curled as he
closed on blowing his morning boyshoot into his young slaveboy's throat,
bucking wildly, rocking back and forth on the bunk and against the wall. If his
dad was watching he'd have seen the rocking camper.

As it was, in the distance, from the out in the driveway, "Whutta mess!"
Aaron heard his father. He got a heart stab when he realized they had forgotten to
clean off the fuckjelly dregs during the night.

"Fuckin' birds!"

"Whewww!" he sighed when he heard the accidental alibi roll off his dad's
lips.
The fuckgooslop ooze from Bart's double-fucked out bunger dried on the window
and thankfully looked like bird doo to Aaron's dad, who just ragged it with
windshield washer. He did wonder when it went slimy under the damp rag instead
flaking like bird shit. Shrugging he flipped the rag to the garage. Then he
spotted the piece of hose and threw that aside too, as he opened the door and
got in.

When the engine started up to cover their racket, Aaron yowled as he shot the
most wonderful teen nut in the world....that fabbo morning boner shoot. He
shivered in joy and pounded his bare feet to his cocksucker's back. He really
made a boycumblow racket in there.

As his dad backed down the drive he saw a weird two foot wide mashed grass
swath across half the lawn. He furrowed his brow but kept backing out, and was
at the bottom of the driveway, when he saw Bart come flying out the camper
door, jumping to the ground, cock-floppin' naked! followed by Aaron equally
butt-bareassed. He watched from the street, and he saw Aaron run for the hose and
spray the arms-flailing Bart who was hands up and waving like defending himself
from assault....orrrr...it was a bad karate imitation.

Aaron's father bust out laughing and even got tears in his eyes. He couldn't
wait to tell his buds at work 'how these fuckin' kids showered this morning!'

Bart wailed and Aaron's hysterics redoubled when he saw the full back grass
stain on Bart's back from the overnight 'wheelbarrow' fuck he threw him on the
front lawn! He'd have fun brushing Bart raw later getting it off. The racket
outside even got the mom looking out the window getting a charge watching two
naked teens frolic like 6 year olds. She was thinking....'It's been so long
since I saw my boy naked like this. Look at his little bubble tail. He's even got
dimples.' She just stared. Bart's peter was all shriveled from the cold water
out of the hose. Aaron was charged up tormenting his boyslave, and his mom
raised an eyebrow and even got a natural stirring seeing her horny teenaged son
on the bone! And one fine bone it was!

Kip's bedroom with his big bro after finding the email to serve Tommy in the
morning:
Kerry swoooooned! He'd had his share of blowjobs...queers and cunt alike. But
sucked by family! Sucked by his little brother! Nothing was ever gonna have
this effect on him again. "Ohhhh mannnnnnn! Eat meeeeee little brother! Chow me
d-o-w-w-w-w-n!"

Kerry's butt scootched to the edge of the chair and his cheeks flexed and
hunched inside the boxers and jeans still covering them. He pulled down with
clasped hands behind Kipper's neck and was absolutely stunned when the
well-practiced young cocksucker SWALLOWED HIM ALTOGETHER!"

There was no doubt that were Kerry standing he would have fallen right to the
floor in the thrill of the shock! Tears of absolute joy welled in his eyes as
he went limp and fell into the back of the chair.

"Ohhhwhewwwwwwhuhh!" Kerry wheezed. "Wh-where...where l'il bro....where'dju
evah learn tuh---omigod---dooooo this!"

"Gwupp! Guwulpp! Goolucch!" was all Kipper answered with his scwulping boy
guppy lips working big brother cock root right into the short hairs while his
tongue slupped over the handsome shaft running all through his mouth while his
throat muscles swallow-pulsed just past Kerry's dickhead crown. Kerry was
bucking and humping boyface in his chair. He had no control any more. Kip's mouth
had totally consumed his being. Kip's eyes bugged out his face as he stared up
into Kerry's. His big bro was in a frenetic turmoil. He was out of his mind
with absolutely too much pleasurrrrrrrre!!!!

All he kept gasping was, "Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! Pleeeeeze save me!
Kip-peeeeeeee, no-ohgod-noooo morrrrrrre! Please-uggghhh-lemmee gohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Kip
was snorting short breaths through his snotted nose, heaving his chest
violently....but still he felt the warmest he felt in a long time for his brother.
He hadn't called him Kippee since Kip was 6....and when he was about ready to
free his brother's dick, he redoubled and swallowed several more times hard as
he could over his brothers big dickmeat!

Amazingly.....and probably what was wilding Kerry more than anything was that
in his hysteria, he hadn't shot his wad! It was all built up like magma in a
volcano....he was READY TO BLOW...BUT DIDN'T...COULDN'T!!!"

"Eeeeeeessscchhhhssssswsskkkk!" was the unsuctioning of Kerry's cock as Kip
pulled off of his brother's pretty dick. The little guy thought his whole
insides was coming out his throat with Kerry's dick! He couldn't believe how sore
his throat was when he voided it.

Kerry's kicking feet and punching fists almost clipped Kipper a whole bunch
of times as involuntary spasms overtook Kerry's entire body. But most of all
and fabulously, was the fucking boy-wad-gusher of Kerry jelly that covered Kip's
face like whitewash. There were gobs of pearl spoo hanging from the kid's
hairline, eyelashes, nose and lips....even his fuckin' ears!! Nine fucking
spermrockets!

"I'm smoverized!" he squealed!

He was recovering from the enormity of the throat stuffing cock, and was
laughing in tears and so joyed his brother 'smovered' him and most of
all....called him 'Kippee' again after all these years.

Kerry reached down and swept the cute waif into his lap and sucked his lips
into his mouth, cum curds and all!!!

Kippee was bucking and jerking and Kerry thought he was not liking what he
was doing, and as he pulled him away he watched the young boy shoot his boxers
full of spooge!
Talk about brother love...this was it! Kerry "Yahhhhhhhhh"ed at Kipper and
pulled him to his chest again and licked all over his face and kissed him again.

Kip melted into Kerry's arms and didn't even feel the big kid get up and
carry him to the bathroom, run the shower and stand Kip in the sink....before
licking off the kid's soppy standing peter as he stripped him.

Kerry shivered with the re-establishment of himself with his brother.
He once thought wild tongue swiping over his butthole could drive him to take
cock up his ass....


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