Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2015 00:57:34 +0100
From: Zachyboy <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Squeezer

SQUEEZER
By Zachyboy
t/b, b/b, oral, anal

Oh, for crying out loud people, the following story is only a work of
fiction. Boys fuck other boys. They've been doing it since the world began,
and they'll be doing it long after we're all dead and gone, believe me. So
lighten up. If this material is illegal where you live or offensive to you,
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On with the show.

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Cast
Squeezer, 12, whose real name is Charlie
Noah, that's me, I'm 13 and the narrator
My brother Seth, he's 15 and he's not a total asshole
This kid down the street, Harrison, he's 9 and he's funny
My BFF Jonah, he's 13 and cute and he already has a bush
His cousin Carson, who's 17 and has a huge cock, so OUCH! Look out!

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I first heard about Squeezer from Nate Sherman, this kid in my science
class.

We were studying water and ice, and how molecules expand and contract when
you freeze them or boil them and when the science teacher said
"constriction," Nate leaned over to Ari Grayson, this other kid in my class
and he giggled and said, "Constriction, you know, like fucking Squeezer!"

And they both laughed and Ari turned all red in the face and told Nate to
"shhhhh," and they went back to their lab work and I stood there all
dumbfounded wondering what the hell was a Squeezer.

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Nate told me that Squeezer was this sixth-grader they butt-fucked. He was
12 and kinda dirty. You know, not super disgustingly dirty, but not winning
any clean awards either.

And it wasn't really a big deal that he told me that. We were in seventh
that year, so, you know, as far as sex stuff goes, boys like to do it, and
sixth-graders were completely fair game for buttsecks.

Nate said Squeezer was great. And his real name was Charlie-something, but
the guys all called him Squeezer because any guy who ever fucked him knew
this kid could squeeze his ass-muscles around you when you were sticking it
in him and clamp down so hard you couldn't get your cock loose until he let
you.

"No way," I said, my mouth hanging open.

"You'll see," he smiled. "He grabs you like a vice."

"And he's open for business?" I asked him.

"Oh, hell yeah," said Nathaniel. "He'll clamp down on anybody."

"Wow," I said.

"He's so open for business, some guys who've never even had buttsecks
before still line up to try him out."

"Holy shit," I whistled under my breath, impressed. "This I gotta try."

"Get him early in the week," he suggested, "before he's all gunked-up with
other guys' jizz."

"Squeezer," I repeated. "Huh! I can't wait to meet him."

And sure enough.

That kid could clamp!

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Now I should say off the bat, I haven't butt-fucked a ton of kids, but I've
butt-fucked a few – three guys and one girl – but none of their butts
ever clamped down on me like Squeezer's.

Oh sure, some of their asses sucked my dick in and nibbled at me little,
but Squeezer had some muscle control that blows the amateurs right out of
the water.

"You wanna fuck me on my belly or my legs up in the air?" he asked me
simply when I took him up to my bedroom after school and locked the door
behind us. He knew I wanted to fuck him. I came right out and asked him
after school and he said "sure, why not." And I sealed the deal when I
flattered him and I told him he came highly recommended.

"On your belly," I told him, because mostly I just like it that way. That's
how my brother Seth first nailed me when I was 8, so basically, it's an old
favorite in our house.

"Fine with me," he shrugged, as he pulled down his pants, laid down, spread
his ass cheeks, and got down to business. I like a kid who's real
no-nonsense about their butt fuck.

"It's okay if I jizz up your hole, right?"

"Oh sure," he said casually. "No problem."

I didn't think he'd object. Nobody ever does, but still, if you're gonna
cum in a guy, it's polite to ask.

Now first of all, Nathaniel was right. He was kinda dirty. Not
shitty-and-grimy-dirty, but you know, just basically
dirt-under-the-fingernails dirty. Kinda-needs-a-hair-wash-dirty. Nothing
noticeably alarming with his butthole itself, but still, you got the
overall feeling you'd like to give him a few passes with a baby wipe, just
to make sure.

But, well, I didn't bring any cleaning supplies, and my dick was already
hard and ready to go, so what the hell, I took a deep breath and went in.

"Not bad," Squeezer said, giving it a feel and giving his ass muscles a
quick suck inside to get used to it. Then as I started pumping in and out
of him, "Yeah, that's nice. Good. You got a good one."

"Thanks," I said modestly as I continued to pump him. "It's not the best
one in the world, but it gets the job done."

We laid there for a little more with me spread out on top of him, pumping
away, mostly with my hips and him giving little quiet "oofa" once in a
while and some nice soft grunts, and pretty soon I was ready to squirt in
him.

"I think I'm gonna cum pretty soon," I warned him. "You ready, Squeezer?"

"Yeah," he giggled. "But first, watch this."

Holy cow! I thought a bear trap slammed shut on my piss stick! WOW!

Whatever he squeezed inside sure scrunched-up tight, because for a couple
of seconds, I couldn't even pump him anymore. My cock was like a fox caught
in a snare trap!

"Jesus Please-us, Squeezer!" I said in awe. "How do you do that?"

He giggled. "Just talented, I guess."

Talented? Holy crap. It's like my dick was in prison and his ass was the
warden. I wasn't going anywhere!

Then he sighed and loosened things up again, and out I came, ready for some
fresh pumping.

"Holy shit," I gasped. "That was the coolest thing ever!"

He looked proud. Even face down on my bed with my cock up his ass, he had a
smile on his face and he was beaming with pride.

"Thanks," he said, in kind of an "aw, shucks" voice.

"Can you make it do that again?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said shyly, "But only at the very end."

"Oh, fuck yeah!" I grinned and I picked up my pace, really baring down and
speed-pumping his rump.

"Nnngh, nnnggh," he grunted from the force of my rabbit-fucking.

"Gonna blow up your hole now," I gasped at him.

"Let me have it good," he grunted.

And BAM! Right up his ass!

I shot out like bullets!

"FUCK!" I hollered as I jizzed-up his insides.

"Nice," he said, grinding back and wiggling his ass up against me.

Again, he squeezed hard with his ass muscles, like his cock was milking my
udders or something, and I actually felt him draining the last of the
mini-sperm out of my tube. I don't cum a huge amount at 13, but whatever I
made, he sucked up his ass as far as it could go by the way he was milking
me.

That kid had the most talented ass I've ever put my dick in. Like slurping
up a Coke through a straw. Like a vacuum cleaner on high, only right up his
ass.

"Nice job, Squeezer," I said to him respectfully as I laid my full weight
down on him and laid there panting as he gobbled up my gunk with his
twitcher. "I really appreciate that."

"Thanks," he said, giving me one more squeeze that almost yanked my dick
off. "Tell all your friends!"

Holy hell. I sure as fuck would.

Like a fucking Shop-Vac, that kid.

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So, obviously the first person I told was my brother Seth. He's 15 and he's
not a total asshole, so I figured if anybody deserved to cum up a nice butt
like Squeezer's, what are brothers for, right?

Plus I knew he'd be game for it, since Seth's two years older than me, and
he's been shoving things up my butt, including his cock, since I still had
training wheels on my bike.

I told him about Squeezer that night before bed while we were up in my room
and I was sucking his cock. I sort of spit out the story between
nibbles. Seth was curious, of course.

"So his ass sort of clamps down and makes a vice around your cock?" he
asked with a little bit of confusion in his voice. "Sort of grabs at it?"

"Not sort of," I said, picking one of his pubes off my tongue. "It locks up
and yanks the fuck out of it."

"Really." he said, unbelieving.

"Puts it in leg irons," I assured him, opening my jaw wide and getting back
down to business.

"Huh," he shrugged, grabbing the back of my head, pulling me down and
making me gag a little like I always did. He liked it when I gagged a
little. "Well, tell the little fucker I'll give him a try."

I nodded, but my mouth was too full to talk.

"That's it," he said as he leaned back and sighed. "I've got some nice
cream pudding in my balls I've been saving all day."

I hummed "mmm-hmm," which made him shiver as the sound vibrated up his
dick. I liked it when he talked to me when I blew him. It made my peen go
hard.

"Thick cream pudding," he repeated quietly, bobbing me up and down. "Nice
and thick and straight from the bowl. Get ready to lick the batter,
bitch. Here it comes."

He pulled me down hard. Really gagged me that time, then "NNNNNNGGGGH!!!!"
let loose with a slurpy load of goo down my throat.

I choked and swallowed and smiled up at him with tears in my eyes and he
patted my head.

"It's good to be the little brother, isn't it, champ?"

I smiled and burped and licked his sperm off my lips and nodded real wide.

He rubbed my head and he went downstairs.

It's good to be taken care of by my big brother.

He never lets me go to bed hungry, that's for sure.

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Seth wanted a crack at Squeezer, so I set it up for the next day after
school.

They were both buck-ass naked up in my room, and it didn't matter if we
shut the door or not, because my mom works until five and we had plenty of
time.

"You wanna watch me doink him, Squirt?"

Seth was lubing up and stroking his fella, and Jesus, he had a big one for
15. I was surprised I could get that big hog up my own ass, which I did
frequently thanks to gritted teeth and a bottle of mom's Jergen's
lotion. My ass has smelled like cherry-almond since I was six.

"You want me to stick it in you fast or slow, Squeezer?" my brother asked,
always the polite one.

"Oh, it doesn't matter," Squeezer said casually, bent over the bed with his
ass-cheeks spread apart. "My brother usually does it fast, my dad usually
does it slow. I got no preference."

"Holy shit," I said out loud as my brother lined his dick up. "Your dad
fucks you?"

"Yep," Squeezer shrugged. "Almost every night. He shoots a whole bunch in
me. He's the one who taught me to squeeze."

"Fuck," I muttered, rubbing my own boner through my pants.

"Ew," my brother said. "I've seen cleaner butts before."

Squeezer giggled. "Yeah. I'm not a fan of showers," he said.

"Oh well," my brother said. "Any port in a storm."

I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but my brother was already sliding his
cock into Squeezer's ass, so I assumed it had something to do with fucking
an unwashed kid.

"Whoa!" Squeezer giggled. "That's a big one, Seth!"

My brother wasn't talking. He was too busy sticking it in. Getting the lay
of the land. Knock knock knocking on heaven's door.

"Holy fuck," he whispered. "This kid is tight. Kinda grimy, but tight."

"Yeah?" I told him. "Watch what he can do in there. Bear into him,
Squeezer. Tighten up the screws."

Holy fuck! You should have seen the look on my brother's face when Squeezer
put the hammer down and got him in a pin hold. His eyes bugged out and his
cheeks turned red, and I thought for a minute he was going to drop to his
knees – not that he could have, since Squeezer's ass clamps would have
held him in place.

"Oh, my, God," my brother muttered. "That's impossible, kid. I can barely
move in you!"

Squeezer giggled and let my brother out of his ass jaws.

"Whoa," my brother muttered as he caught his breath and checked to make
sure his cock was in one piece and re-started fucking the kid. "I can't
wait to tell the guys in gym class about this one."

He picked up the tempo, grabbed Squeezer by the hips, and with a look on
his face somewhere between victory, bliss, and drooling stupidity, punched
his cock up the little kid's slot with a quick Klingon battle cry and
dumped about four shots of semen up Squeezer's grungy twitcher.

"Fuck," he whispered, wiping the sweat off his brow after he came. "That
was a good one, kid. You've got a real gift for that."

"Thanks," Squeezer smiled as he farted a cum bubble. "You want a turn,
Noah?" he asked me quickly.

"Might as well," I said. "You're already down there."

I pulled my cock out, lined it up with his asshole, and with a peep and a
giggle from Squeezer, I pushed forward and went straight to town in my
brother's mushy jizz-lube.

Later that night, after Squeezer was gone and I was sucking his dried ass
glaze off my brother's cock before bed, I said to him, "So, he was pretty
damn good, huh?"

"Holy shit, Noah," he grunted, as he grabbed my head again and pulled me
farther down on his cock, "It was like my whole dick got detention in his
asshole, and he wouldn't let me out until 4:15."

True enough, I nodded as I sucked off my brother.

When it came to playing capture the cock, Squeezer was his own little penal
colony.

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There's this kid down the street, Harrison. He's 9 and he's funny.

I wasn't sure how Squeezer would feel about letting a little kid fuck him,
but it turns out he had no qualms. Good old Squeezer.

So we got little Harrison up in my room, naked from the waist down with his
cute little cocklet sticking out like a nail and Squeezer splayed out in
front of him like the main attraction at the pig roast.

"Holy cow," said Harrison. "Does this kid ever take a bath?"

Squeezer giggled, but I just shrugged.

"Give him hell, Harry," I cheered him on. "Show him what that little
boy-bone can do!"

Harry gave me a what-the-hell looked and popped his little 3.5-incher into
Squeezer before you could say lickity split. Squeezer gave a giggle and
little Harry started fucking.

Now I don't know if you've ever seen a little kid fuck a bigger kid before,
but let me tell you, it happens fast. You almost hear the Benny Hill music
speeded-up in your head. It's like somebody turned on Rockin' Around the
Christmas Tree at 78 speed.

And then, of course, Squeezer nabbed him in the old Venus fly trap, and
Harry came to a screeching halt.

"Holy crap!" he hollered. "He's got me in a choke hold!"

Squeezer giggled, and let him go again.

"Whoa," Harry laughed as he picked up his rabbit pace. "That was crazy!"

Harry sure got his dry shivers, Squeezer saw to that, but after all was
said and done for the day and Squeezer had gone back home to service his
dad and his brother, Harrison looked at me with astounded delight in his
eyes.

"Holy cow, Noah! That kid put my dick in the hoosegow!"

Then in a Captain Jean Luc Picard impersonation that was truly not bad for
a 9-year-old:

"Throw him in the brig Number One!"

Good old Squeezer.

He erected a level four force field over EVERYBODY'S cock.

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My BFF, Jonah – he's 13 and super cute and he already has a bush – he
was the next guy to get snagged up Squeezer's bottom. He wouldn't let me
watch so I can't describe what happened, but I know I heard a bunch of
giggles from Squeezer and one big "OUCH!" from Jonah.

While Squeezer was in my bathroom, air-farting the cum out of his ass,
Jonah came out of my bedroom with an open jaw, huge wide eyes, and a shell
shocked look on his face.

"That little fucker incarcerated me!" he whispered in amazement.

"I know," I grinned. "Isn't he great?"

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The next time Squeezer came over, me and my brother Seth double-teamed him,
and holy fuck, that was fun too. I gave Squeezer a mouth full of cock while
Seth got caught in the bear trap in his backdoor from behind.

"God damn!" he yelled. "He's got me again!"

We both laughed, because honestly, who could do that but Squeezer?? It
never got old!

"Nobody gets out until I say I get out!" Squeezer giggled, and heclamped
down even harder, and damn, that kid wasn't lying. When that little fucker
put you in the stockade, you weren't going anywhere until he loosened the
padlocks.

And shit, that double-fuck with Seth was so much fun, me and Jonah decided
to buddy-fuck him too, and man, you'd think eventually all of us would just
wear that poor kid's sphincters out.

But nope. His little button-box was good as gold, pumping away like an
accordion player in a Saturday night polka band when the wedding's in
Wisconsin.


I even sucked Squeezer's cock a little that day. I took a deep breath
before I went down there, because like I said, he wasn't all that clean in
general, but he turned out to be somewhat tasty and not too horrendously
unpleasant, although he really was kind of salty-tasting and grungy on his
legs and his kneecaps, and he did have a slight tinge of stale pee on his
balls. But, oh well. Nobody's perfect. What doesn't kill us makes us
stronger. I sucked him off to a small spurt of boy cum which I genuinely
appreciated.

When it came time to bend him over the bed and nail him, Jonah said he was
ready for Squeezer's ass tricks this time and he was pretty sure he could
get in and out of him without getting nabbed.

But nope. Three pumps into the butt-fuck, he got thoroughly apprehended.

Good old Squeezer.

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Well, that all changed the next Friday after school when Squeezer got
changed in a BIG way.

Jonah told his cousin Carson about Squeezer, and Carson's 17, and he's a
senior in high school, and he's the quarterback on our football team, and
Jonah says he's got a cock the size of George Washington's on Mount
Rushmore.

"He's gonna rip Squeezer a new one," he told me with wide, giggling
eyes. "Wait'll you see his big dong. It's ginormous. It's like a horse put
a football uniform on."

"You ever let him fuck you with it?" I asked him.

"Oh, hell no!" Jonah gasped, surprised I'd even ask. "I sucked it once or
twice to try to get a feel for it, but every time it gets big, I chicken
out and run for the hills."

"I wonder what Squeezer's ass is gonna do with it," I pondered. "I mean,
after all, it's Squeezer. When he puts the locks on the cage, you're
pretty-much in there until he says uncle."

Jonah shrugged. "It'll be fun to watch," he said. "Let's stake out a spot
in the closet and watch through the door crack. Carson likes his privacy."

I nodded. "Kinda strange, but okay."

"No offense," he added. "It's a football player thing. They're sorta
private about their kid fucks."

"Understood."

So after school, we told Carson the "package" was ready and up in my room
for him, and we got Squeezer set up on my bed, naked as usual, we hid in
the closet, and prepared for the show as we heard Carson's big feet come
clomping up the stairs to meet him.

Holy cow, what a horse.

More like a stallion when you looked at him.

Mother of God, that fucker was huge.

Six feet tall and muscles out to the moon and back.

If that's what being a high school senior looks like, there weren't enough
hormones in the world for me to catch up with that motherfucker in the next
five school years.

I looked at Squeezer's scrawny little body, rib-thin and grungy as usual,
and I looked at Carson's massive frame with his letter jacket and a t-shirt
that looked like it was about to pop off his muscles, and me and Jonah
exchanged awestruck glances in the closet, wondering how Cock "A" was even
possibly going to fit in Slot "B."

"Hey, kid," Carson said casually, as if he sees a bare-naked boy in a bed
every day, which, who knows, maybe he does. I mean, look at him, he's a
tank. if he wants a naked boy in bed every day, who's gonna stop him?

We heard a little peep from Squeezer, like he might have sucked his breath
in, or choked a little on his own spit when he saw the size of Carson,
because it was a half-a-peep followed by a little sputtering cough.

"You're big," Squeezer said in awe. "You got really big muscles."

Big? Carson looked like the Incredible Hulk after you drop a wrench on his
toe.

"Jesus, kid. You could use a bath, little man," Carson said. But he said it
nice. He didn't say it nasty. "Hey, Jonah," he hollered toward the
closet. "I know you guys are in there. Does this kid ever bathe?"

Jonah giggled.

"Not that we're aware of," came Jonah's small voice from behind the closet
door.

"Well, he could definitely use a hose-down," Carson said, taking a look at
Squeezer's somewhat grimy body. "Noah, can I use your shower?"

"Sure," I said from behind the closet door.

We'd all gotten used to Squeezer being sort of messy, but apparently Carson
liked his cock targets clean.

"Up you go, kid," he prompted. "Into the bathroom." He nodded toward the
open door of my bedroom's adjoining john.

"Nah, that's okay," said Squeezer. "I'm good like this."

"Uh, no," Carson said. "That's not gonna work."

"But I'm not a big fan of showers," Squeezer insisted.  "You are today,
little man," Carson said, and without another word, simply reached down,
scooped up Squeezer, threw him over his shoulder like a fireman's carry,
like a bag of feathers that didn't weigh a thing, and simply carried him
into the bathroom and tossed him in the shower.

"Whoa!" I said. "Look at him go!"

You could have won a photography contest with the look on Squeezer's face
when Carson carried him off to the shower like that. It was five parts
bug-eyes and two parts "ooooh!" He didn't see it coming, but it sure looked
like he liked it when it came.

Jonah and I slid open the closet door and scrambled to follow.

Carson already had the water running and was standing outside, keeping
Squeezer from getting back out again.

"Hey!" Squeezer hollered. "That's cold!"

"Oh, it's gonna get really warm really fast today, kiddo," said
Carson. "Especially up your ass if we can ever get it clean again. I
haven't jizzed an three nights, little man. And you've got a fine one.

He ran a fingertip across Squeezer's little butthole and Squeezer shivered.

"Yep. This one's gonna do JUST fine."

He grabbed the shampoo. He stuck Squeezer's head under the spray and
lathered him up, rinsed him off, lathered him again, all to general giggles
and squirms on Squeezer's end – he was enjoying being manhandled –
and even though Carson didn't say anything while he stood there outside the
shower, washing Squeezer's hair, you could tell by the lump in his pants,
he was enjoying manhandling this squiggly little fish too.

"Now let's get some soap on you, for Christ's sake," he muttered under his
breath. "Hey Noah, you got a washcloth over there?"

I handed him a clean one out of the drawer, and he quickly set to work
soaping it up and rubbing it up and down Squeezer's arms, his legs, his
tummy, his back. He paused to take off his letter jacket, because he was
getting it all wet, and Squeezer made another peep again when he got a look
at Carson's biceps. No wonder he picked him up and threw him over his
shoulder so easily. Those fuckers looked like two cinderblocks.

"Jesus, kid, look at the dirt run off you. You're like Pig-Pen in the
Charlie Brown cartoons."

Squeezer giggled and Jonah said "Let me see!"

And sure enough, when we looked down at the bottom of the shower, the water
was turning a dingy gray as it all ran down the drain. I couldn't believe
we'd been rubbing our bodies on that while we fucked that kid for a week
and a half. Gross.

"Armpits!" Carson barked out, and we watched Squeezer giggle as Carson
soaped his pits up.

"Feet!" Carson ordered, and Squeezer lifted them one at a time, and man,
those turned the water gray.

Squeezer giggled, "You wanna do my butt crack, too?"

"Oh, I especially wanna do your butt crack," Carson grinned. "I'm gonna
want that part REAL clean, if you know what I mean."

Squeezer spread it for him, and Carson went to town. Not with fingers up
inside, just with the washcloth. Then he flipped him around the other way
and gave his little cock a good scrubbing too. Squeezer was super hard the
whole time. I think he liked being washed without his permission like this.

"Well," said Carson, turning off the shower spray and taking his shirt off,
because by now it was soaked. "That's a whole lot better."

He picked up Squeezer, put him on the bath mat, toweled him off real good,
scruffed up his hair and said, "Good job, kid. Now get back in bed. NOW we
can fuck."

Carson started unbuckling his belt, stepping out of his pants. Jonah and I
just froze for a second.

"You want us to leave?" I asked. "You know. When you fuck him?"

"Nah," Carson said. "Just take a few steps back and don't get in the way."

"Goodie!" Jonah said, and he actually rubbed his hands together.

Squeezer hopped back out on the bed, flopped on his back all giggly and
clean, pulled his legs up behind his ears and said "Okay, everybody, you
can fuck me now!"

"Uh-uh," said Carson. "Not everybody. Just me. You're a one-boy bitch
today, got it?"

Squeezer sounded breathless. Entranced. "Okay," he said, wide-eyed.

Carson walked out naked with a boner the size of the walking dead pointing
toward the sky, and I thought Squeezer was going to shit on my bed sheets
when he got a load of how big it was.

"Oh my God," he whispered, obviously considering his options.

"Big one, Squeezer?" Jonah asked him.

"Bigger than my brother's," Squeezer said. "Bigger than my dad's."

Squeezer was apparently wondering if it would fit.

"I hope it goes in okay," he said meekly.

"Oh, it's going in," Carson assured him. "One way or the other."

Squeezer shrugged. "Okay. Let's have it then."

"Attaboy, Squeezer," Jonah cheered him on. "That's the spirit."

"What's all this Squeezer bullshit?" Carson asked gruffly. "Don't you have
a name? You know, a real one?"

"Charles," Squeezer said quietly, as if he never used it too
often. "Charles. Charlie."

"Well, Charles-Charlie," Carson said. "Lift those legs back up. I'm about
to eat me some nice clean boy pussy."

Squeezer peeped and Carson went to work.

Holy cow.

I don't think it ever occurred to any of us other kids to lick Squeezer's
asshole before, but to be fair, it was never even remotely this clean
before, so really, Carson was venturing into brand new territory.

Man, if you could have heard the noises!

Carson was slurping away and Squeezer was practically mewing like a
cat. I've never had the honor of having a high school quarterback lick my
hole before, but from what I saw and heard, it became increasingly clear I
should probably put it on my bucket list.

"Oh wow," Squeezer whispered. "Oh yeah. Like that."

Carson ate him for another ten minutes, and fingered him too, until poor
little Squeezer looked like he was ready to crawl out of his own skin, he
was so open, loose and eager.

"You ready for some cock, little buddy?" Carson whispered.

Squeezer nodded, though his eyes flashed uncertainly as he once again
looked at Carson's monster cock.

"I'll go easy on you, little guy," Carson assured him. "You be a good boy
and open up and let me in, and let me take care of this first load real
quick, and then I'll suck your dick and balls before I pump you full of the
second one. Sound like a plan?"

Squeezer nodded again. Eagerly this time.

"You got some lube?" he asked me impatiently.

I handed him the small tube of lotion on the side of the bed.

Squeezer balked. "Uh-uh," he said. "We're gonna need WAY more lube than
that. Get the one in the bathroom, by your sink."

Jonah scampered off and grabbed the big bottle of lotion. The one with the
pump dispenser.

"Here we go," Carson warned him, slathering his cock up with five pumps of
Jergen's Original. "You might want to grab some bed sheets or something,
kid. This is gonna be a workout at first."

Mother of God, the noise that came out of Squeezer when Carson started
putting his dick up inside him was like something right out of a movie
scene. And I mean the good ones that you can't buy at Walmart. It sounded
like a teapot whistling and two cats in heat fucking on the fencepost all
at once. I thought the decibels just make take the roof off.

"Aw, that's a good boy," Carson told him when he got it all in. "Nice and
snug in there, but we're gonna loosen it up a little."

Squeezer looked shell-shocked, like he'd just taken a baseball bat up his
dugout, which essentially was true.

"You all the way in him?" Jonah asked.

Carson's eyes were closed and he had a look of bliss on his face. "Yep," he
said. "All the way in. Damn, he's a tight little man. Tight, hot and
sweet. I could get used to fucking this sweet little pussy."

"Do the trick, Squeezer," I urged him. "Slam his cock in the trap."

Squeezer quickly shook his head "no."

"Aw, come on, Squeezer," Jonah whined, "Lay some clamps on him!"

Squeezer shook his head "no" again. He'd just gotten that big monster
comfortably up his ass. He didn't want to take any chances he might piss it
off.

Carson smiled at him kindly.

"Go ahead, little man. Let's see what you've got. I've been hearing about
these ass muscles of yours for two days now."

Squeezer shrugged, permission given, scrunched up his eyes, bore down,
grimaced and gave it his all.

I felt my nuts constrict in my sack, just imagining how hard he must be
squeezing Carson's dick right now. I could tell by the determination on his
face, Squeezer was giving it and extra-hard super-squeeze.

Carson just laughed. "Shit, little man. Is that all you got?"

Like it was nothing, he scooched Squeezer's ass further up on the bed,
readjusted his angle and just started fucking him in and out, easy as pie,
like a finger going in and out of soft butter.

"I can't believe it!" Jonah yelled. "You broke out of Fort Knox!"

Squeezer looked surprised too. But, well, he also had 8 thick inches of
cock up his ass, so really, "defeated" was more the right word. Defeated,
but happy. And a little bit glazed.

Carson, in the driver's seat, started picking up his pace.

"Oh fuck yeah, little man," he grunted. "That's a good, tight ass. The only
trick you need to do with that sweet little asshole is open it up and take
a load of my babies."

"Oh yesssss..." I heard Squeezer whisper.

"Here you go, little man," Carson grunted. "Here comes a big thick load of
my cream..."

Squeezer peeped.

And then...

"ARRRRGHHHHH!!!!"

Carson grunted and he gripped the boy's hips and he jammed his cock forward
and I don't know HOW far it went, but I think the eyes popped straight out
of Squeezer's head as Carson let loose with God knows HOW much semen up
that little kid's asshole.

Carson jabbed his cock and rammed it so hard, I half expected to see his
cum shoot out of Squeezer's nose like a big load of snot.

"Whoa!" Carson said. "That was a good one, little man. You've got a nice
hot hole to cum in, buddy."

And true to his word, he pulled it out of Squeezer's hole – Squeezer
must have tried to clamp down and keep it inside, because I heard Carson
say, "Ha, nice try kid, but you can't trap this cock," but in a way, it
turns out, Squeezer already had. Carson looked at him tenderly after that
fuck, and you knew – just KNEW – they were gonna do it again.

Carson wiped his fat, gooey cock mess all up and down Squeezers dick and
balls, then he bent down and true to his word, treated that kid to the
shakiest, shiniest, shimmering blowjob any of us had ever seen. Jonah and I
stood there with cocks so hard we thought we might die, while moaning and
thrashing and wiggling on his back, Squeezer was clenching up and giving
Carson a few drops of boy honey in no time.

"There we go," Carson said. "Now that we've got that out of our systems,
little man, we can get down to business and treat ourselves to a real long
fuck this time. Sound good?"

Squeezer nodded yes.

And for the next 30 minutes, I can't even begin to describe the sweating
and the rutting, the swearing and the flopping, the twitching and the
clenching, the way that headboard shook the walls as Squeezer tried to
gobble his ass muscles around Carson's mighty wonder-cock, but there was no
way he could do it.

"Catch me if you can," Carson grinned, and proceeded to plow his next two
loads of wet, hot jizz up the humbled little asshole that used to be the
mighty fortress of Squeezer.

By the time Carson was done with him, Squeezer couldn't have caught the
cock of a first-grader with a pair of tongs a dozen tubes of super glue.

Carson cleaned him up with a towel and helped him put his pants back on. He
kissed him on the forehead and told him he did a good job.

"Brave kid," he said to us. "Thanks for introducing us, guys. I'll take it
from here."

Jonah and I just stood there like statues with our cocks all hard and our
mouths hanging open.

"Come on Charlie, you little shit," Carson said to Squeezer. "Hop in my car
and I'll take you to Burger King."

Squeezer squealed with glee.

Carson rolled his eyes. "If you think I'm going to stay cooped up in your
ass all day, you've got another thing coming."

Squeezer smiled the puppy dog smile of hero-worship, adoration.

The batting eyelashes of young, pure love.

"Kids," Carson said. "They act like they've never had a cock in their ass
before."

The two of them left, hopped into Carson's car in the driveway. Through the
window of my bedroom, I saw Squeezer scoot up close to Carson, and Carson
even draped a long, muscular arm around him.

Off they went to Burger King, and that was the end of our cock-nabbing
school year. Squeezer still hung out with us, but from that day on, his ass
was off limits to anyone else but Carson.

"He's got a big one, you guys," he'd smile when we begged him. "And once
you've had a big one, come on. Really. What's the point of all the rest?"

He'd shrug and smile and walk away, and we'd clench our own butt cheeks
together in horny remembrance.

Boys come and go in the course of our lives, and Squeezer was one of our
favorites.

He was dirty and grungy and just a little too talented in all the right
places, but good old Squeezer, he was fun while he lasted.

But once he had Carson, that was the end for us normal guys, us mere
mortals with our four and five inch tiny peens.

Once he got a hold of Carson's big inmate, he wasn't the warden anymore,
Squeezer was the prison bitch. And that was the end of any of the rest of
us hopeful little felons every sharing bunk beds in his cell block again.

From that day forward, he was Carson's boy, start to finish.  He was a
one-cock Charlie, and Squeezer wouldn't squeeze us anymore.

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