Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2005 22:03:46 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Quarry Hole. Chapter 17

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains
descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual
and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write:
jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Quarry Hole. Chapter
17

Let's recap our Quarry Boys, here. They aren't all in this episode, just Mark
and Scott. We might be establishing an 8th Quarry Boy in Sean...who's playing
in this chapter with his big brother.

We got seven funnin' schoolboys who hit the quarry every afternoon after
school for some skinny dippin' and horseplay.

The seven quarry boys are fair skinned and hairless, with average dick
thickness, unless noted.

Shuey is 5'5"--lt brown flat, wispy hair, green eyes, turned up small nose, a
waif-like body...120 lbs, 5+" hard, uncut, freckles around nose, upper cheeks
and shoulders

Paul is 5'7" --dark brown short hair, blue eyes, straight slender nose,
defined though very slender body...135 lb, 5" hard

Kurt is 5'9" --dirty blond crewcut hair, brown eyes, 150 lbs, sinewy body,
straight nose, a l'il wider than the others, with a little turnup at the end,
freckles everywhere, 5.5", uncut.

Mark is 5'8" --black crewcut hair, black eyes, defined, and a little stocky,
wider nosed, with rounded tip, 150 lbs, 6", chipped rt front tooth...

Scott is also 5'8"--gold blond wavy hair, deep blue eyes, sinewy like Kurt,
140 lbs,
straight but flatish nose, a hint of a boxer's look, 5.5" thick dick

Joey and Jerry could be twins, at 5'7", dark brown hair and eyes, olive skin
with a little more meat than Shue and Paul, but similar slim builds at 130+
lbs, with thin straight noses.
Joey is not quite 5" hard.
Jerry is 7"...the big dude of the bunch


The fuck grunting went on as Scott went to Mark's desk and wrote on a
notepad: 'Mom....Playing ball. Be back late for dinner. Mark'

Scott went over to Dana as the sweat beaded on the boy's face mid-power
thrusting buttfuck, and said, "Look kid. I gotta go. When you done with fuckstick,
here, if yur buds
wanna play with Mark, take him somewheres outta here, like the lean-to down
at the ball lot, and leave this note on the table downstairs in the kitchen.

Scott was thinking of some of the nights he had with girls down at the
lean-to...just slap and tickle, but memorable still.

"Uh-uhngh!" Dana nodded....he was so wanting to get his nut again he was
nearly out of his mind. He needed it. He needed it now. He had to fuck Mark. And
fuck him. And fuck him. Annnnn FUCK him!!!!! And that's all that counted.

Scott pulled on his pants, sneakered up and hit the stairs, with the
telltale, "Unngh-uh-uh-
urnggh!" continuing behind him.

Out the door, the kids jabbering together across the street came running up
to him. "Where's Dana, hey? huh?"

"Dana's a little busy right now dudes, but he'll be down soon enough and you
all figger whutchu wanna do, then, 'kay?"

"Welllll, hey....whut's he doin'? Where is he?" They bust out all at once.

"Well.....he's right now fuckin' his brains out inside yer friend up there in
Mark's bedroom.
I'd let him get his nut, then he'll tell yuh whut's next," Scott said over
his shoulder as he headed on down the street to his own house.

The kids all seemed to like, ooze down to the ground again as they absorbed
everything Scott just said. They pulled at the grass, fiddled with their feet,
and played at their flys while they watched Scott disappear down the other end
of the street.

It was all quiet, and then from that open window......"FUCK YOU, FAGGOT!!!!"

Six kids bolted off the ground across the street bursting through the
door...up the stairs....


Quarry Hole.  Chapter 17


The room was ablaze in bright sunlight through the rear windows across the
back wall. Mark was under Dana's pumping ass somewheres.

The kids all stopped bunched into the doorway pushing and shoving like they
do to get a look around and jumping up over kids heads in front to see whut
they could see.....then sort of like on signal, the first boy just walked on over
to the bed....

Then another, then they all seemed to close around the sight of two totally
naked, sweat soaked dudes, doing something none of them ever thought about, for
real. Some of them looked shocked, and were immobile. A couple though were
'into it'. They were rubbing hard peters in their shorts already.

Kids were tugging at Dana's shoulders after he went quiet for few moments,
and they really felt weird touching a sweaty guy while...well it was sex wasn't
it?

Dana almost back to normal breath said, "Look...we gotta get out of here man.
Scott said we oughta go down to the ball lot, and work this dude over in the
lean-to....yuh know...no 'rents."

Two of the kids wanted some action right then and there and when Dana climbed
out of his reverie, those same two kids kneed up onto the bed, whipped out
and had their dicks at Mark's lips.

Dana didn't care for the minute 'cause all he wanted now was to get dressed,
and then he'd see about clearing the decks for play. He wasn't used to taking
charge of anything, but...he actually thought to himself..."I'm a man now!"
and found new strengths.

"Quit it, you two. Ever'body grabs a arm or leg and we haul him downstairs
and out to the park.
And you, man," Dana growled over Mark's face, "don't make no trouble. You
have no say in'iss. You WAYYYYYYYY outnumbered.....and naked as the day you wuz
borned!"

In a flurry, Mark's naked double fucked form was being maneuvered down the
stairs by six horny boys needing some dickplay, and Dana went about making some
order out the room, closed the door, then remembered, and went back for the
note. He flew down the stairs leaving the note in the kitchen for Mark's mother.

At the front door, he took one more look around, and flipped the latch and
pulled the door locked.

The crazy mob was already halfway to the ballfield, and now Dana settled
back, put his hands in pocket, whistled him a tune, and headed down to watch, and
maybe direct, the proceedings. One vision passed across his cranial video
screen....that day after he struck out four times at their pickup game...when Mark
came over, showed him two things with his shoulder and elbow, and soon, Dana
was the best hitter on the block. Mark had done that with most of them, if not
plain taught them baseball altogether. It just seemed sort of, well,
bad....to be doing what he had already done with Mark...taking advantage an' all, and
now, all the others, kids who also owed Mark a measure of thanks and respect.

But then...there's that other boy thing. Cock, man! When a boy's dick demands
attention,
it owns what it's hanging from. In this case....7 horny young boys!

There wasn't a soul out in the neighborhood that time of day, so the kids
literally could have led Mark on a leash or taken turns riding his naked ass, and
no one would have ever been the wiser.

The lean-to, was a tumble-down old dugout sized frame structure, with old
knarled wood,
reddish brown like old barns. The slats were see-through from the warping.
But the kids had forever been bring old stuff from their houses that made it
almost homey in spite of it being an open air kind of thing. They threw a tarp
over an old couch to keep it dry. They sometimes played cards down there. They
had an old folding table and chairs. Up to today, their funnest thing had been
when they played strip poker, and made all the kids who lost, walk home in
just the clothes they had left, if any. Most of them had had at least one naked
walk home.

They even had an old mini-fridge that they'd stuff with a bag of ice and cold
up their sodas. Matter of fact, Mark's dad had contributed that little gem.

By the time Dana got to the field, the kids had pulled the couch out onto the
grass, and were all around the pitcher's mound at the middle of the infield,
with Mark the center of naked attention, down in a crouch balancing on his
toes, and rocking between toes and heels.

One kid said, "Jack off till you shoot! Lessee yuh blow yur wad."

There were whispers and low voices all around. Everybody was concerned about
doing ANYthing that could be construed as 'queer'. They were all worried about
getting hard in sight of another naked kid. This was a big trouble for all
young dudes....annnnnd, one of the big reasons many get bullied and made to give
up mouths and asses in school.... getting caught with a rod in the locker
room or the shower with other naked kids around.

Anyways, a voice whispered, "Mannn, this is hot," to no one special. "Go!
Boy! Go!" yelled two or three others as the totally lost Mark started to wack his
wick. He was so ashamed, he was soft as a noodle. This in fact was easing the
pressure on at least two of his tormentors who were horny as rabbits, but
stayed soft at the sight of Mark's floppy linguini.

One kid jeered, "Shit, man....I had dirty water hot-dogs harder'n that!"

One kid said, "Play with yer asshole, man. Get yur finger up'ere."

Mark stared at where the voice came from and scrunching his face in
shame-pain, his fingers worked under his shitter.

In a few diddlin's, his cock harded up in his hand. One kid said,
"Mannn...yuh can get a stiffy fum playin' at'cher hole???"

Another yelled at Denny, and said, "How'd you know dat mannn! Yehhhh" yowled
a few others. Some yelled, "Maybe you should be joining 'queer Mark' down
there, huh?"

"Fuck YOU!" Denny hollered for cover. That WAS a fair question, though. But
hey, we all know, diddlin' yer slot makes fer a twitchy weiner for just such
times as whippin' in the dark wit'cher ass up on yer pillow gettin' yer late
night nut.

"Louder, fucker...I wanna hear the cum gruntin' dude....I wanna hear you
gettin' off," came a squeal from a high pitched dude.

Poor Mark started to put voice to his internal grunts as he got closer to
blowin'. "Uh....ummm....nnngh..." he sounded off, fading with each grunt to
almost no sound at all.
One said, "If you not gonna play then I want'chu to say special words while
you wackin'. Say this: "I love playin' with boys' dicks!" Mark stared around at
all of them. They all nodded to him. He repeated the words: "I love playin'
with boys' dicks!"

"I wanna blow Denny, Joey, Ben, Wally, Dickie, Timmy, and Dana." He didn't
bother to look around this time, and just repeated: "I wanna blow Denny, Joey,
Ben, Wally, Dickie, Timmy, and Dana."

And on it went..."I fuck for boys....I swallow cum.....I'm a fuckin' queer!"
and then there was a fluster and "Uh..ohnuh...ahhhuhh...ahmohhhh......" and
Mark shot his load in five spurts, the first one about 3 feet out.

The kids all yelled and cheered, and made him rub his fingers into the cummy
dirt. They pointed at his purple cockhead with the last dregs of his jerkoff
snotted all over it. "Finger yur cum off, man, and eat it." He did and fell to
his knees and all fours then, exhausted....trembling....in both aftercum and
embarrassment.

Denny charged up fast and shoved his fly right against Mark's face, pulled
his peter out and whipped it into Mark's mouth. Denny was hard as stone and
managed to get inside Mark's face before any more queer talk spread around the mob.

Dickie was reaching into his fly walking up behind Mark. At first he shrunk
up from the site of crusted fuckjam on Mark's butt. Then he said, "Whut the
fuck...I got no shame!" started whipping himself into a hard on, and without even
spit, rammed his reamer up Mark's poopchute. "Ohhhhhlllllllll!!!!!
Sooooogoooood! Oh guysohguys...this is...I can't b'lieve it...ohgodddddd!" and he fell
forward on top of Mark's back.

Two kids jumped to help, then they realized as his prick slid out, their
buddy dude had blowed his load already! Dickie was gasping for breaths and kept
saying..."Yuh not...ohh,  ohmigod....if girlfuck....uh...fuckin' is good as
this, man....we gotta lotta fun coming mannnnn! Lotta fun cominnnnnn'"

The grunting from up front revealed Denny getting off....

They moved the scene to the couch, and everybody got into it now.

The sun was going down...the boyrutting continued. Mark took every one of
them off in his mouth and three studly dudes reamed his bunger. Wally and Ben
whipped open their cell phones and took pics looking straight down their chests
to their cockmeat sliding through Mark's mouth, his eyes looking straight up at
the screen on their command, and then took shots with Mark's mouth open as
their cum shot over his tongue. Wally's had a video clip function he used for
that.

At home that night the pics were downloaded and shared among them. All pics
taken were sent to Mark, too.

Mark was holding his legs up under his knees at about 6 PM on the couch. Cum
had dried all around his mouth and on his face.

The last load that filled his boycunt was seeping and cooling out of his hole
and dripping down his lower back through his buttcrease.

There was no one there. He was completely alone. All seven kids were gone.
They didn't even leave him anything to wear to get back home. He was all shook
up at the realization, and then when the scan of the last few days passed his
eyes, he realized by comparison this was piece of cake.
He rubbed his face with his hands and dragged his butt cheeks through the
grass like dogs do when they got something hanging out their bunger. He crept
around the bushes surrounding the field looking for a best way to get down the
block. Pushing through the most sparse brush, he made his way into the nearest
backyard. He made it house-to- house creeping alongside their back walls,
keeping an eye out for a pants or a towel on a line or in a garage that he could
put on. At the third house, he spied a pair of old shorts in a garage. Pulling
them on, he made his way barefoot up the street on the curbing grass to his
house. He slipped in the side door at home and made it up to his room while his
mother was cooking dinner....gave himself a quick washragging and butt wipe,
and got a fresh pair of shorts and a tee to wear.

He was surprised at the relatively good appearance of his room considering
the ganging he took in there three hours ago from Scott and Dana. He didn't get
on the 'puter, but just blew a breath through his hair and shuffled down to
'Hi' his mom, and wait for dinner.

Life home with Rory and Sean would never be the same. The sharp young
freshman, newly crazed with sex....and his older, dick-sucking brother who graduated
last year and was working a job to get up some money for college.

It was late afternoon when they got home. Sean had all but kicked his big
brother's ass all the way home. When he finally let him up off his knees, he
still took butt shots at Rory's boxered tail. He wouldn't allow Rory anything to
wear except his underpants, making him carry his work shoes, jeans and shirt
whether walking or crawling.

"C'mon, Sean, please?? There's nuthin' changed. We still can be
bud-brothers," Rory pleaded.

That got him a another sneakered toe in the ass from Sean. Rory jerked up
forward a couple feet with that one. "Bud brothers my ass....well, more like YOUR
ass....fuckin' queer! My whole life....changing in same rooms....wrestlin'
half naked on the bed, the floor the grass....skinny dippin' in the pond.....AND
the fuckin' Quarry!!! Andju fuckin' a queerass the whole times."

"Seannie...." Rory pleaded.

"Fuckyou faggot! I tell dad andjur out in the street with barely enough
clothes to cover your butthole! But ahm gittin' mine asshole...every time I want
it...I'm takin' it....andju givin' it. Oh, and dude? You doin' ALL the fuckin'
chores fum now on. And jus' in case you thinkin'a movin' out, you still gotta
come over ev'ry day and do fuckin' chores for me.

"You'll be takin' my dick out and holdin' it for me when I have to piss, and
washing it off before putting it back in my pants....I might even have you
wipe me when I shit....

"Hmmm...we already settled on da chores....oh, when ahm goin' to bed...so are
you...no stayin' up later on my school nights. No going out with yur queenie
friends anymore. You'll be too busy caring for yur lit-tle bro-therrrrr!

"I 'spect ah'll be taking yur ass every night fum here on, and you be takin'
care of my morning hard. After the 'rents is in bed, you getcher ass to my
room to get laid, Sean finished with thunderous final kick to Rory's butt as they
got to their house.

"'At'll be all fer now...'cept ahm so horny wit'all 'iss fuck talk, I need
you to take care of me right now....before we go in."

Rory was in disbelief. He was fucked for real. He was blackmailed because he
needed to live home, and get the car. Even if he left, his dad would have to
help him pay for school some. Fucking Seanie owned him. His eyes were blurry
from tearing up. He tried to carry a brave face, but it was so shameful to have
to get back on his knees back behind the garage and have his little bro beat
his dick on his sticked out tongue for a whole minute before he rammed into his
face for vacuuming.

"Ohgod! Ohgodohgodohgod!!! You do one thing good big bro. You sure suck a
mean dick!!!" He pulled it out and beat his face saying, "And I do got a m-e-a-n
dick! Eat it dude. Fuck-in' EAT itttttttttt!" Sean wailed as he blowed his wad
up the back of his brother's mouth.

"Um-um-um-ummmmmm! Lick it all around with the goo still in'ere
bro...yehhhh....I'll tell you when tuh swallow. Oh god that feels so hot...so swirly.
Eeeeeyiii!" Sean screamed and jolted from the sensitive aftercum cockhead tenders.

Then, before Rory knew what happened, Sean's peter was at his lips for, "Kiss
it till later, faggot! An' I wanna hear the kissy smack, too." Rory shivered
from shame as he looked at his brother's cum-moist pisshole....and kissed
it.....'Smook!' "Oh, dude....a string of spooge connectin' from yer lips to my
dick man!"

As Rory looked up from his knees, Sean laughed and said...."You really
gettin' the HANG o'this!!! Hahahaha...asshole!" and started for the back door.

Rory's night was a shambles. He had to stay home. No borrowing dad's car for
a run with his buds. He 'helped' Sean piss three times....wiped it with a
moist wipe, and put it back in the kid's shorts.

When Sean headed for bed, Rory dutifully followed. His parents raised a brow
at this, but made no mention. His mom thought he might be sick though and
decided she'd keep an eye out to see if he showed any symptoms before he left for
work in the morning.

When Rory heard the folks come up to bed, he waited a full half hour before
making it to Sean's room. It was dark when he closed the door behind him and
made his way to Sean's bed. He stood quietly at the side of the bed. It seemed
like the 3 minutes he waited were three hours. He was thinking of just lying
down on the floor if Sean had hopefully fallen asleep.

"Get naked." Sean shocked him with the order out of the darkness.

He dropped his boxers, and said, "I'm stripped."

Sean said, "My legs are up in air and my butthole is w-i-d-e open fer you to
suck out, fagboy. Get to it!" Sean railed in a loud whisper.

Rory shakily creeped onto his brothers bed. The mattress squeaked and
shimmied as he kneed to his place under his little brother's bunger. His hands
gripped onto the kid's butt cheeks. He was glad it was dark....his prick snapped
right up against his belly.....and he sighed. He knew as much as this was the
ultimate disgrace....to eat out his brother's asshole....godddddddddddd...he
WANTED to....ohgod he wanted to! He'd been fuckin' beatin' his meat to the image
for years!

The funky boy scent filled his senses as he snugged his nose, face and lips
into Sean's bottom. Oh mannnn! He kissed it! He really kissed his brother's
hole as he stretched it flat and the slot separated some.

Spit, tongue, licking, sucking, chewing, and on it went till Sean was kicking
and bucking his
legs and feet and hunching his bunger up into Rory's face till he shot up
crying in joy and need, and threw Rory down on his pillow.

He yanked up on Rory's legs, spit in his hand and slicked his dick, fitted it
to big boy cunt, and sunk through to his balls. "Oh mannnn. Look whutchu
coulda had big brother. Instead'a dreamin'a my dick evv'y night man, you could'a
been 'havin' it right reg'lar....like it's gonna be fum now on. You homo
fuckin' dope! You missed years....and 'miles' of cock man....at 4 and 5 inches a
stroke dude. But ahm gonna be making it up. You even cheated me of havin' a hot
hole....TWO HOLES....to stuff my needy prick, too. Oooooooh......glow-reeeeeee
brother. Man, I love this hot hole. I wanna know it's my special, mmmm,
play-uh-um-ground...uhhh...uhgod it's goooood.... gooo-ooood! No more strange cock
in my fuckyard! But if you good, dude, once a week I'll let you share your hole
at the quarry. 'Dem 'quarry boys'....yuh know, Scott an'em....dey sure like
yur hole, too. An'dey did so much for us, givin' us a whole new fuckin'
brotherhood....unghhhhhyeh...ahyeh...ha! fuckin' brotherhood is
right...fuckyoubro...fuckyou!"

"Ohgoddddddddddd!" the boy squealed into the darkness as ropes of his
boyjelly spurted deep into his big brother's bowels.
"Uhh--uhhhh--unngghhh...sogood--sogooooood!" he moaned as he folded over. His head laid into Rory's chest.
"Whu-uhh-uhhhh!" he shot up and felt his neck and chin....wet...WET....and
gooey!!!

"You fuckin' queer creep!" Sean raged whispering hoarsely in the dark. "You
fuckin' cummed after I wadded yur bung???!!! Oh man, you not makin' it easy on
yur future are you, motherfucker??"

Sean jumped off the bed and yanked Rory up too! Bareassed naked with cumslop
on his cock, chin and neck, he switched on the light and kicked Rory to the
door and kneed him into the bathroom. He made Rory tongue the cum off his chin,
and neck....and then had him lick his own assholeslime and Sean-cum off the
kid's cock.

Sean looked hard down his body at his brother's eyes as they looked up at
him, while Rory worked his tongue over his younger brother's buttfuckin' peter.
Damn if Sean wasn't tingling up into a whole new horny rod!!! Annnnnd, Rory
WANTED it!

Sean yanked himself off his brother's cock-relishing tongue, whereupon he
whipped his tongue and cheeks with it...'Pook! Puuuk! Poook!'

As Sean turned to leave the bathroom, he turned out the light, and said, "Be
on my pisshard the second my alarm goes off in the morning, faggot....and
getcher hands off yur own cock. No whippin' fer you tonight!"

Sean went out into the dark hallway to his room.

Rory was still kneeling when the light went out and Sean gave him his
orders....licking the dregs of Seanie's cum off his lips....hard as steel....pumping
his prick like a crazyman. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he came
hard....ohh so hard....shooting manropes of boyman sperms he couldn't see across the
bathroom tile....and even out onto the hall rug. What a sight that'd be if a
parent switched on the light!

He sunk back onto his heels....naked....in the dark....squeezing absently on
his plumsized dickhead...sighing to himself. Was he thinking....he finally has
what he really needs, right here at home? Could be. His prick got hard again
in his hands....hard as fuckin' steel! He soon was pulling at it again when he
knew now he had the real thing....l'il brother dick...in the flesh! No more
just ogling Sean, daydreaming, and beating off with his face buried into
Seanie's underwears and socks. No more sneaking into Sean's room after he left for
school to lick out the kid's cumrag behind the headboard. He'd be eating right
from the spigot mannn!

Over at John's place that night, Kurt and Graig were tucked away in the
basement dog cage. John was stepping into a refreshing shower after enjoying an
aftergangboyfuck beer with his buds, Derek and Rich who were on their way home
themselves.

Bentley was taking Boy1 and 2 home, with visions of dollar signs, Brice, and
three copies of Chipper plums dancing in his head. He was "mmmmmm"ing to
himself, rockhard pronged, fiddling his newly leaking cock as he drove.

It'd be morning soon.

Kurt would be feeding Graig and Kurt some adult-teen sausage for breakfast,
and getting them and him out to school and work.

Scott would soon be waiting on the stoop for his best buddy Mark to come by
for their ritual walk to school with the Quarry Boys. He would be thinking of
the first day he could remember when his mom and Mark's mom walked them to
their first day of kindergarten. He grinned when he thought of the mom's having
the two boys walk holding each other's hands. He laughed out loud picturing the
change now, with Mark's wide, coal black eyes gazing up into his own and his
guppy-sucky lips hanging off Scott's meaty prick. Mannnnn!

Paulie would be getting up hard as a brick with the smile on Shuey's face in
his morning daydream.

Robbie Shue would be holding his pisshard as he threw off the covers, eager
to get his first touch of his buddy Paulie this morning.

Jerry and Joe would be knee-buckling in cumshoot during their morning shower
wackoffs.

They'd all have all they could do to make it to their afterschool skinnydip
and boyfuck without going spunk raving mad!

Clanging bells. Buzzers. Rock radios. All manner of school wake up alarms
were going off all over town. It was the universal signal for every boycock to
stand tall, and every teen to beat off.

If only we could harvest the energy in those bouncing mattresses, gritting
teeth, tightening muscles and toes, bucking butts, rockhard pricks and most of
all the power of that first morning shootoff sending sperm rockets all over
every bedroom and shower the world over!!! Green Bay, Seattle, Columbia, D.C.,
Albany, Buffalo, Florida, Nebraska, Mississippi, Alabama, Arizona, Indiana,
Texas, Pennsylvania, California, Maine, Hawaii, New York, Cambridge, Virginia,
Vancouver, Ottawa, Toronto, Milan, Great Britain, Australia, Iceland,
Germany....geez, Everytown, the World!

Shit! Who'd I miss???

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