Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 10:47:51 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Quarry Hole.  Chapter 12.

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story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The
acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one
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Quarry Hole. Chapter 12.

   Mark looked down and seeing Scott rubbing his pants, laughing, he said,
"No shit, dude....yuh still can't," pointing at his buddy, who pulled his hand
away. A silence hung over them for a long moment....then suddenly, they both
were looking down when they blurted out simultaneously, "Wanna help each other
out, dude?"

   They both smiled wide, and Mark clasped his bud's hand....holding tight
for a long moment. In the dark of the evening, it was easier for such guilty
boysex talk when they really couldn't see each other's face that well. In
seconds, Mark was zipping down, Scott too, soon after. They looked hard and long all
around them...then listened for anyone who might be approaching. Satisfied
that they were alone, they looked toward each other's face....touched hands, and
then Mark pulled Scott's hand to his prick. He jumped when the strange hand
squeezed his dick in his boxers. He at first resisted when Scott's other hand,
after guiding Mark's to his open fly, he felt Scott's hard boytool standing out
of his fly already. Scott swooned there for a long glorious moment, then his
free hand cupped Mark's neck and brushed his cheek against his pal of so many
years....pulling....presssing down....his lips to his buddy's ear, he begged,
"Please Mark....please...do this for me....please do it for me."

   Mark's lip touched cockhead, and he pulled back and away, but Scott
increased the massaging pressure to the back of his friend's neck.....down....and
lips....on....the precum drooze wet the boy's lips. They opened, the
boycock....it snaked through.... over buddy tongue. Scott shivered with both the first
lip touch....then the tingling slide of the top of that velvety steel hard
cockhead across the boy's ribbed palate. "Oohhh-h-h-h-h," he warbled, trembled,
bucked up as his sphincter tightened down on his hole, and his boyprick recoiled
inside Mark's mouth, "Ohhhhhgoddddddd....oh Marrrrkkk...ahm shootin'..
shootin'.....shootin' mannnnnnnnnn!!!!"

   Scott kept bucking up, body quaking in the grass....the super cum surge
was more than Mark could handle....but he shivered two and three more times when
his buddy's tongued pressed the oozing cock up against the roof of his mouth.
He was actually aware enough to know what he felt inside Mark's mouth....it
didn't feel sloggy-soggy anymore....but was more sticky-like....and
dry....Mark's lips were still making like a guppy's mouth over the kid's still rock hard
root.

   Scott, squeezed his massaging hand on the back of Mark's neck.....then
leaned in and down, and whispered into Mark's ear...."Did you swallow me,
dude...did you.....ohh
man.....didju eat my stuff???" shivering again as his cock
tingled....hard....pulsed....

Quarry Hole. Chapter 12.

"Ccccuhhh! Mmnghckk!" was all the sound that came from Mark's sticky lips
still hanging on his buddy's rock hard dribbling rod.

Scott was on fire! In spite of the doin's he'd been into this last week, what
with strange ass and tongue serving his prick every day....a lot is never
enough is it....? for a raging horny boy dick.

The sudden cum as soon as he felt Mark's mouth consume his meat, left Scott's
cock still needing, his nerve endings sparking. The aftercum pulsing of his
prick in Mark's mouth morphed to raging need....again.

Mark began to ease off Scott's dick now, but Scott held him fast, and even
tightened his grip on the back of Mark's neck...pulling him harder into the open
fly.
He felt the heat of the boy's face against his groin. The wetness of his lips
damped Scott's boxers.

"Mmmphh! Urphnnn..Mu-wahkk! Unnghh...no...phweeshh!" Mark was trying to speak
around and through the newly driving buddy meat.

"Oh goddddddddddd! Oh yehhh! Mark! Do it buddy...do it...do ittt...do
itttt!!!" Mark wailed as his other hand joined the first around the back of Mark's
neck and pulled him deeper over his swelling 6 inch poking pud. Crazed as he
was....Scott knew exactly what he wanted right now....and that was tongue,
swabbing and rasping roughly over his tingly dick head till he could feel the flare
of rocket clusters building from his loins up through his body and finally
firing volley after fucking volley into his brain.

He shivered...trembled....bucked....ohhhhhhh he was soooooooo gonnnnnnnnne!

In a final buck-fucking thrust, he held Mark's face wholly in both hands and
pummeled his buddy's face so fast and hard the 'fwupp-fwupp-fwupp' of the
kid's face smacking into Scott's open fly and underwear, sounded like a machine
gun muffled by pillows.

His last three rut-banging-thrusts bent Mark slightly backward, and the
shivers through Scott in full shooting teen creamoff weakened him badly, and he was
falling forward. His cock was going off in hard steady cum-pulses inside
Mark's mouth over
his tongue.

And Mark....ohhhhh Mark. He held his hands gripped tight onto Scott's thighs,
then his arms wrapping full around them as he held his long time friend up,
and his tongue, and lips, ohhh mannnnn, his tongue and lips fevered over the
oversensitive boy meat still drooozing boy jazz over his tongue. He swallowed
again and again....and again....taking buddy load into him for the second time
in the short ten minutes since Scott first begged, "Please Mark....please...do
this for me....please do it for me."

With Mark's help, and Scott's renewed control, Scott was able to slip to his
knees, and out of Mark's mouth.

They sat facing each other for long moments in the dark. The distant light
showed just the glint of their eyes as they both tried to make out their faces.
Mark's hands reached to Scott's on the other boy's thighs. He said,
"Scott....would you....ummm....would you....?" stammering and tugging Scott's hand
toward his pants.

Scott jerked back his hand. "No man. No. Look, Mark...dude...I don't go that
route man. Just don't. Can't." Then with a calming touch to Mark's shoulder,
he said, "Look, man...we great buddies. We bowff has needings. I know what'll
make you funned....all the time dude....an' it's right here." In a smoothe
move, he had Mark's hand on his cock again. And....it was fuckin' hard as steel
again!

He leaned forward and they felt the heat of each other's cheeks as Scott
eased down over Mark, who was shaken by Scott's denial, but yet wanting something
of the attention Scott was still giving him as his friend, and still again
nervous at the move Scott was making on him right then....yet...whatever it
was...he seemed....he wanted it.

With a hand to the back of Mark's neck supporting him as he lay the boy down
to his back. Scott ran his hands lightly from Mark's neck down his shirt to
his pants. Moving more quickly, he opened the button and with the kid's fly open
already, he pulled shorts and boxers to Mark's knees, and then flipped Mark
over on his belly and lay over him. When his face touched Mark's he felt, was
it sweat? Mark was sobbing. It was tears. "Don't cry buddy. There's nothing to
cry about. It'll be good for you...for us, buddy...honest....trust
me.....trust me?" From underneath Scott's hunching form he felt Mark nod his head 'Yes'
and say something that sounded like it, too, through sucking breaths....

Scott's middle and forefinger slipped over Marks lips and soon they slicked
Mark's tail crease. Once again up to Mark's mouth for more spittle goop....and
once again slicking then back into Mark's crack....fevering in there
now....and then, first one, then the other right beside it, slid home inside the boy's
itching pucker hole. "Uccch, ohhhhhhhhmmmmm, nooooooooommmmmm, urrrrhhhnngh!!"
came a guttural groan from deep in his core, when Scott's buddy porker mushed
up against his buddy's hole, and then with the help of his exiting fingers,
sank though the kid's butt ring, and suddenly.......filled his best friend's
hole with buddy prick. "Ahhhccchhhh! Uhhhcch! Ohhhhmmmmmmm!" yelped Mark, till
he soon felt the six inch invader bottom in his searing moist hole.

Scott licked up the back of Mark's neck. Mark shivered. He felt so let down
... and felt so good at the same time. He felt a new need being filled
now....with his buddy... his best friend inside him...if he was capable of defining
what he felt just then....as Scott pulled up and then seeped back down into him
again....and as he sucked onto Mark's ear.....what Mark felt was....complete.
Yes! What he never needed before.... completed this boy now.

Having cum twice so fast just moments ago, Scott was going to have him a long
smooth ride in his friend now. He licked here, kissed there, and even chewed
on parts of Mark's face and neck...even through his shirt....as he rutted into
his buddy harder and harder and more relentlessly with each driving thrust.
He fucked the boy liked never fucked anything...even his hand....before. He
pounded....eased.... pummeled....soothed...then as he reached flashpoint, he
literally banged the shit out of Mark there in the grass alongside the third base
line. He was now butt reaming Mark in fierce butt snapping thrusts, while
pulling up on Marks' shoulders and slamming him down each time as he fired his
pearly joy jellyjam up his buddy.

The chill of the night air cooled and shivered up Scott's sweaty body. The
cooling sweat inside his shirt made him uncomfortable, but he lay fully down
onto Mark now and his pulsing pud ebbed its shootoff still buried deep inside his
friend.

They lay together, pasted in their own sweaty shirts as they recovered from
their first mutual sharing of boy lust. It had been 45 minutes since they
kneeled together
on the infield of the softball diamond. The understanding they came to have
with each other in those few short moments were more on the order of having
traveled 'round the world twice over.

Mark could feel blades of grass tickling his nose and he was chewing at them
as well. He nuzzled his face into the grass. His body heat made it warm to his
feel. He thought a thousand thoughts of what had just been and what was to
be....with Scott's dick still pumping a heartbeat against the sensitive walls of
his silky fuck chute.

Nuzzling Mark's face as he fun-rutted one more time into Mark, Scott said
quietly, "After Quarry each day....we cin be together at each other's
house.....and....."

Mark nodded.

Scott felt a warm satisfied glow come over him which he gloried in for a few
more seconds and then rolled off Mark and lay on his back next to him in the
grass. That's when Mark sealed the deal....he scooched himself around till he
could take his buddy's butt-slimed cummy dick in his mouth....he cleaned his
buddy off! Scott's eyes closed....a smile of contentment on his face. Mark
sealed the deal!


Back at Kurt's house, his big brother John had come home after dropping his
new fucktool Graig off at home, and found his buds, Richie and Derek waiting
for him. They went inside and John was leching up his latest debasement for
Kurt, caged down in the basement. The other dudes hit the fridge for beer and John
phoned the pizza joint. They had enough pizza over the years that he knew
what they all liked, and the shop pegged delivery at 25 minutes.

He joined the others in the living room and they belched and burped their way
though their first beer. Work boots and sneaks off, they kicked back in sock
feet and hashed out what they wanted to do while Richie flicked the remote
through the channels. Derek said Kurt oughta get the 'fuck channel' on his cable
service. John countered, "'Rents man...they'd never go for it....well my mom
wouldn't anyways. Dad would...he's one horny fucker....but my mom's got'im
whipped...you know?"

They both nodded, knowing all about pussy-whipped dads.

Crushing his empty can, Kurt got up and popped it in the trash before heading
downstairs for his 'serving boy.'

Kurt shivered anxiously when he heard the door open and the light come on. In
his sock feet, John's descent was quiet and he was upon Kurt's 'cage' before
he knew it. Taking a bat he wielded it over and over against the rattling
metal cage. It was so thunderous that Kurt had to cover his ears from the noise.
Dropping the bat, he unlocked the cage and grabbed Kurt's dog collar, yanking
the boy out of the door on his knees. The collar and Kurt's butt plug was his
sole attire...not counting the oatmeal caked on his face from having been
shoved into his food bowl earlier.

Some of the dried gunk flew off as he took a backhand to his face.  John
lashed the leash to the collar. Following at the crawl, Kurt went up the stairs
behind John. They moved on into the brightly lighted living room.

Kurt's eyes closed, and maybe there was a hucking sob when he saw Rich and
Derek there too. He'd already been taken down by Graig and John earlier....now
he had a trio of horny fuckers to 'perform' for. His sphincter tried to close
on the butt plug at the thought of what was to come the rest of this night.

Derek snapped his finger, and raised a hand to take the leash from John. Kurt
knew whenever the leash was passed he was to get right to the new person
immediately and be up on his knees to serve.

"Suck, boy!" Derek ordered. Kurt opened Derek's jeans, unzipped him, and
reached for the fly of his boxers....red with yellow polka dots....to get Derek's
meat out. 'Smack!' Kurt took a shot to the head. Scoot'cher tongue in there
boy, and suck it out my pants, hear?"

"Shaking his head from the stunning shot he took, Kurt said, "Yes, sir!" and
bent into the funky shorts and worked his tongue and lips into the
fly....nudging down.... so he could get his mouth around the head and pull the guy's
prick out. The others watched and smiled when Derek's eyes closed and his head
shot back.....his prick was in Kurt's hot, moist cavern of sucking boy joy.

Rich went for 3 more beers, as John sat down to enjoy the show. Just then the
doorbell rang, and Rich handed out the beers and rushed for the door. "Pizza
boy! It's $8.95," the kid at the door chirped.

"Hey, kid. C'mon in..." he said, walking the kid toward the living room still
carrying the pizza. Rich got a few bucks from John and Derek, and along with
his coupla dollars, he gave the kid $9. No tip.

The kid was disappointed but, however, he saw something though his sight was
blocked by Rich and some furniture in the room. But nothing concealed the
sight of two bare legs and upturned feet sticking out on the floor, and he was
trying to see around the obstructions, when he caught Rich's eyes smiling at
him...."Oh, you wanna see whut's goin' on?"

The kid impishly nodded energetically, and while taking the pizza box from
the kid, he took him by the arm and guided him into full view of Derek, now
hunching his lower quarters back and forth in front of Kurt's face. There was no
missing the sight of the hefty prick joining Derek to Kurt's mouth, or that
Kurt was totally naked gripping Derek's legs pulling the bigger dude to him,
while his face was pumped.

The pizza boy flushed crimson....John watched the kid's hand sneak over his
fly....and rub there. John knew the kid was upset that there was no
tip...."Whatta think of yur tip, dude?"

The kid snapped a scowl at John, who smiled, winked, and nodded toward Kurt
there on the floor. The kid flushed again....his eyes wide and
flashing.....pointing to himself in disbelief and then to Kurt, looking back at John
disbelieving.

John nodded. Rich put a hand to the pizza kid's shoulder, and said, "He's
yours...he'll do whatever you want."

Then in another flush of blood to the face and now a look of scaries....he
said, "But...um...I uh nev...."

John crossed his feet and stretched out, and said, "Nuthin' to it
boy....all's it takes is a mouth or pussy, and a cock to fill it. I presume you gots the
filler, hmmm?"

At first confused, his head spinning, then he said, "Uh-uh-oh...yeh..yeh
sure," he stammered, rubbing again at his fly.

The kid looked to be a high schooler and John had him come over to him:  nice
build...say about 5' 7" 145 lbs, green eyes, light brown, short, Caesar cut
hair, slicked neat, Docker cargoes, Reeboks, no socks, blue and gold rugby
shirt. John's outreaching hands settled on the kid's hips. He runned them up and
down his sides to his pits and back down, quickly spinning him 'round facing
into the room whereupon he ordered, "Hey you, cocksuck....getcher cunt mouth
on'iss dude here, and be snappy."

Derek released Kurt, who all-foured it over to the pizza boy, where he
reached up to the kid's pants button causing the kid to flinch and back up into
John's knee.

John whispered up to the boy while he rubbed his back down to his butt,
"'S'okay, boy...say whut's yer name anyways?"

"Ummm..it's uh...Brice..." the boy said.

"Good...now you be calmed down Brice...this is gonna be yur greatest night
boy...I promise...yur greatest ever night," John comforted, while he helped
unbutton the pants and pulled at the zip tag, while pushing the pants and royal
blue boxer briefs down his legs.

Kurt got right to it as he had long been trained. With hands clasped behind
his own back, he lowered his face under the boy's cockhead and sucked it in.
Young Brice dizzied and almost passed out. His face went pale...his heart
pounding like he'd just run the mile....in his throat, too. John kept rubbing the
boy all over, simultaneously getting the 'feel' of this new cherub.

He felt Brice shaking violently and knew it was both his wild excitement, and
no doubt that Brice was firing off one hot load through Kurt's
lips....hunching forward, his butt cheeks squeezing against John's knee...."Ohhhhhhhh!"
moaned Brice, and "Nnnnngghhh!"....he was getting him off one violent cummin'.

Brice fell flopped forward, then back into John's shoulder. John looked down
the boy's chest and saw Kurt lick-sluppin' the dregs of boyfuck off the dude's
meat. John whistled at the sight of the young guy's semi-hard peter as it was
released from Kurt's mouth. "Get a loada thet, men...dude's got him some
whacker on him. Thet's gotta be over 6 inches, Brice....."

"Y-ye-yeh, it's almost 6 and three-quarters," Brice answered.

They all laughed embarrassing him. "So you been hauling it out fer the ol'
ruler, eh? Don't be shamed boy...we all do it, don't we guys....?" John looked
to the others.
"A'course now, we have our little fucktool on the floor there...and he does
the measure duty fer us now."

Brice had forgotten his suckboy benefactor with all the talk after his big
blow, and now looked down at Kurt...their eyes met. The bright-eyed wild-feeling
 Brice...and sad eyed Kurt.

John held up his beer for Brice to take a slug from....and he did....his
Adam's apple bobbin' first two then three times.

Rich was now getting Kurt over on his back, after which Brice watched him
pull the butt plug from Kurt's toolbox, baring Kurt's wide open fuckhole. Brice's
mouth flopped open in wide eyed surprise at the sight of such a wide open
shitter.

John talked softly, breathing hotly into the boy's ear...."It's all yurs,
boy....lessee you ream yur fust pussy....git down and fill you some boycunt.

It took a little coaxing, with Derek and Rich getting on either side of Brice
as they eased him down to his knees and up between Kurt's flopped-over legs.
Derek held Kurt's ankles back over the kid's head, while Rich guided Brice's
full-blown 6 3/4 inches through the winking pucker as the hole closed tighter
with each flutter.

Brice became hysterical and rut-fucked 10 times fast and hard before he knew
what he'd done. "Ayyyyyyowwwwwww!!! This is sooooooo goooooooood...so fuckin'
good...I can't believe...it's so fuckin'...ohmigod...I love it I love it  I
LOVVVVVVVE IT!!!!"

Brice was fuckin' like a trouper in no time. He banged the shit out of Kurt's
hot ass, non-stop for 5 minutes.....then he screamed like a fuckin' banshee
and flopped hard onto Kurt as he shot hard into him. The older guys standing
around were clapping the beat and chanting "Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!"

In a few moments, just as John was moving in to give him a hand up, Brice
broke into a renewed fuck scene. The sloppy cum-slick made such erotic music to
all their ears not to mention the smell of boy fuck. Derek and Rich had helped
Brice out of his shirt, shorts, sneaks and boxers mid-Kurt fuck earlier, and
were now all getting themselves naked and comfy.

Rich squatted over Kurt's face and bleary-eyed butt-fuck-crazed Brice barely
saw Rich's prick sink into Kurt's mouth while he still fucked the kid.

As he rutted into Kurt's boy hole....it was so hot and smoothe and
silky....little virgin boy getting his first pussy....albeit, a boypussy....but the way
he felt....fuckin' was fuckin'....and this was sommmmmmmmmme fuckin' he was
havin'.

His head was bobbin' on his neck like a bobble head doll's. He was so into
his third get off inside a hot sucking body, be it mouth or bunghole he was near
delirious in joy....his eyes were fluttering open and closed, and smiling and
scrunching up his pretty boyface features....

A figure moved up to him straddling Kurt's shoulders, gently reaching behind
Brice's bobbing head and neck, pulling the boy's head forward. With Brice's
tongue alternately flicking out and sucking into his mostly open mouth it was
easy for John to slide his boy pleaser onto Brice's tongue. The kid was sucking
dick before he had a message from his brain that he was doing it.....a feary
scare fired through him and he shuddered....but John's hands were soft and
calming, kneading the back of his neck and he was saying, "Sshhhuusssshhh....it's
good boy....it's gooood!"

And oh boy...did he ever know the exciting tickle-tingle shooting through his
whole body from the fiery fuck he was throwing into Kurt, and that is was
also sooooooo
goooooooood. Nothing seemed to matter now. He started to face ride John's
prick like he'd done it all his life while his bone kept recharging inside that
boycunt. He repositioned to get up on his toes, pushing Kurt higher so he could
drive down into him...and harder.

The tingly thrills coursing through his young body were so exhilarating, he
might have been able to do most anything the three older kids asked. He'd
already had the thrill of a public, naked cum...a blowjob...his first
blowjob....and a first ever fuck. Now he was again deep in a hot fucking boyass not 15
minutes later.

John patted the top of Brice's head as he pulled out of his mouth before
shooting, and reached for a slice of pizza to feed a bite to Brice, before
settling in on the floor directly behind Brice's hump-fucking tail.

As Brice swallowed the last of the piece of pizza, Rich stepped up and held
his chin up to a swig of beer. Brice smiled up at Richie and kept on keepin' on
pummeling Kurt's boybox, when Rich's peter touched his lips. Looking back up
with more blank stare than question, Brice's lips opened and he serviced yet
another cock. He was pumpin' so good...pumpin' so hard....lovin' it all so
much....he sucked on Rich's dick harder.

Spit bubbled around his mouth and prefuck jizz thickened it before it
overflowed and drooled in long strings from the corners of his mouth. From behind,
John reached up and collected some of the droozing goo from his mouth and worked
a goo-slick into Brice's tailsmile. It tickled and superheated the novice
boyfucker. More drooze...more slit slickin'. Afterwhile, John's middle finger
slipped through all the spit-lube he'd literally saturated Brice's crease with
and tickled around the boy's bunger.

Each rut-bangin' butt snapping fuck Brice threw to Kurt, the closer he came
to easing his own pucker onto John's waiting, probing finger.

At this point Richie was pulling out of Brice's mouth, and as John had
earlier, he fed the boy a corner of a slice of pizza. Again...as Brice was chewing,
swallowing, humpin' and pumpin,' Derek pulled from Kurt's mouth and stood to
feed Brice now with his Kurt-spit slopped man dick of six fat inches. He first
did as the others and gave him a taste of his beer, and as the boy looked
thankfully into Derek's face, Derek fed his meat over Brice's beer cooled lip and
tongue.

Brice was nearing flashover now....his cock was firing on all cylinders....he
felt like he was plugged into a boy-jollies maker. The tingles fanned out to
his every nerve ending. The sweat streaming down his face, matched that
running down his back, and dripping from his cute slightly turned up nose. John
licked at the sweat as he tongued straight up Brice's spine.

Then Brice murphled something around Derek's now pumping face stuffer, and
then there was scream of sorts accompanied by a wild burst of fuck-snap
thrusting up into Kurt's bunger.

We find that the mumbling was Brice's near-cum excitement alert....the wierd
scream was when he pulled back to long-cock those ass lips and got his boy nut
as he impaled himself as well on John's middle finger which was now nurturing
the deflowered boy cherry....."Ohhhhhphhccckkk!" Brice gawked as he filled
Kurt with another load of teen cream, while getting his own first tail ride....

Brice's cock spasms slowed and yet as he calmed, his frenzy renewed. He was
humping still. He was driving himself back onto John's fingers! "Ohhhhmmmmm,"
he warbled as Derek slipped out of the kid's sucking mouth. John's precum was
oozing in a steady stream to the floor between his cross-legged squat. Derek
and Rich were fascinated as they watched their pizza boy buck and bob, his whole
upper body an undulating wave,  riding John's finger rail like a bronco
bustin' cowboy!

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