Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2004 09:48:57 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Quarry Hole.  Chapter 9

  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@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Quarry Hole.  Chapter
9

The kids were directing the fist fucking again, and had Shue work his wrist
in and out. Man....two assholes performing on the end of this kid's arms. Mark
said, "Dudes....we start bringin' a camera these aftanoons, anymore...we gonna
hafta do this again to get pitchers. They all feigned disappointment, and
said, "Awwwwwww."
and laughed at themselves. Kurt, Shue and Paul....riding the ends of 3
arms....
weren't laughing.
   Kurt especially, as Scott directed Shuey to curl his fingers inside Kurt,
and get on with the fist fuckin'. Whutta scene! But they weren't near done.
They soon were about setting up a most unique naked boy cluster. Scott
choregraphed. Jerry was straddled over Shue's legs with Paul's face pulled down over
his rockhard peter, "Unnnghhh!" he moaned with the first touch of Paulie's
tongue swabbing his cockhead.
   Then Scott took Joey by the shoulders and sat him on Shue's chest, his
cock in the kid's mouth. Mark took a standing position in front of Kurt's mouth,
which he pronged to fullness, "Gwukkk!" right smartly. Scott stood back, and
bumped against Graig's naked, gawking form, as they both joyed in the site and
sounds of and shlkk, slhluk, sucking, fisting, gwulping of the smorgasbord of
boy sex before them. Scott absently had his arm over Graig's shoulder....a
steely hard peter, and all holes filled....

Quarry Hole.  Chapter 9

   He really didn't even think about it. He squeezed down on Graig's shoulder
and neck in a 'buddy' sorta hug, more like two brothers would. Then
innocently it seemed, Scott put a finger to Graig's lips....and pushed through into the
confused, but unprotesting kid's mouth. Graig turned to look right in Scott's
eyes as Scott's other hand moved gently behind Graig's neck, smoothing,
kneading, yet gripping.... then Scott slipped two more fingers into the boy's
mouth...Graig's eyes opened wider and seemed to have a question in them now. As
Scott pressed to the back of Graig's mouth and down, somewhat finger tip grazing
the kid's tongue, the pinky slid in. As Scott held the back of Graig's head in
his hand, he stared into Graig's now widely saucered eyes, and the ceding
boy's face moved back and down, his knees bending with the pressure. Graig sighed
hucking over the hand in his mouth, and slipped to his knees closing his
mouth, fully sucking Scott's fingers, so deft, so imperceptibly taking charge of
Graig.
   Scott now moved squarely in front of the kneeling boy, cradled his head as
he bent it back further....with Graig's soulful stare locked to Scott's eyes,
Scott's thumb crooked under his prick. He eased it under his
fingers....arched forward gently feeding Graig his first cock over his tongue under cover of
Scott's receding fingers. With two hands to the kid's head now, one to the
side, the other still cupped to the back, Scott pulled Graig's face fully over and
back and again to accustom his tongue very slowly to the velvety smooth joy
rod, the likes of which he might just be riding for days and months to come.
Scott nodded as the question on the boy's upturned face turned to resolve, and
he felt the first swallow push the tongue and press the cock to the roof of
Graig's mouth. The boy's eyes closed, then opened slowly with the first curl his
tongue made over Scott's dick. There was some alarm now as he actually
realized that the strange taste in his mouth....was sperm....a boy's sperm!!!
   The giggling and shhluking around in the boy pile behind them was not
heard by either of them, so entranced were they in the making of a cocksucker!

   As new as Paulie and Shue were to the nature of fisting, they were both
excited, and worried....could they all hurt each other? Yet, Paul's and Shue's
now fully closed smallboy fists wormed 'round and 'round inside their hand
puppets. Paul's knuckles turned and whirred over Shuey's hot spot one time too
many and cum just spewed from his rockhard peter, coating a couple of the boys
around him.
   With Shue losing control, his fisting hand jammed up inside Kurt, making
for a disorderly messy chain reaction with Kurt jerking up and off Mark's
prick. Mark didn't care for the disruption of his building boyoff, and smacked
Kurt's face and yanked him back on his dick.
   Paul likewise pulled back from Jerry's meat, but hung on.  Shuey got
knocked free of Joey's peter, but Joey just reset and rammed back through Shuey's
face and frenetically pounded mouth pussy to a boy-wracking fuck shoot. Shue
was so surprised by the intensity of Joey's power fuck, his lips and tongue got
all confused and cum droozed out his mouth down his chin. Totally wiped, and
spent, Joey cock-smacked Shuey until Shue, wheezing exasperation and yelping
stopped him.

   Soon in sequence, cock after cock, peaked and blew off, with Mark filling
Kurt's belly directly after throating him. Jerry was finishing his body
quaking face banging of Paulie, and told Paul to open up and let him see all the
spooge while he lapped his tongue around the kid's dick. Jerry looked down into
Paulie's upturned mouth, and said, "Good boy...good cocksuck. Swaller it now."

   With Scott busy with Graig, the fisting choreography was left to Mark. He
told Shue to get going and worm around inside his hand puppets and get them
off from inside. Kurt and Paulie were heated to near uncontrolled tremoring, and
wanted to wack to a finish, but Kurt was too scared that he wouldn't be
allowed, and Paulie just wasn't thinkin' at all....his lips quivering and he looked
pleadingly around and then at Kurt, and then he said..."Please...pleeeeeeese,
Kurt....take me off....take me off....ahl do you...pweeeeese!"

   The others smiled at the torment, and just enjoyed as they beat on each
other's soppy pricks while Shuey worked his fist and finger diddle from inside
them. The boy shot was tremendous. The amount....the distance....musta set cum
shot records. They had to have beat every shower room record, cocks down.

   Mark ordered the fisting boys to start easing out of their puppets.
V-e-r-y slow and carefully, the Paul and Shue pulled from each other and Shuey from
Kurt as well. As the boys sat off center to avoid pressure to their sore pussy
lips and assholes, they pondered the sizes of Paul's and Shue's closed fists
to try and comprehend what had been up inside them. Mark had Kurt lick the
Shuey's hand that was up Paulie, and Shuey to eat his own Paulie-hole hand, with
Paul eating Shuey's Kurt-hole hand. "Le's tongue 'em up boys...le's get on it!
Yuh's a gotta eat out yer pussy holes too. C'mon!"

   Jerry, Joey and Mark stood back enjoying a self fondling now that their
dicks were no longer aftercum sensitive, smiling, watching Shue, Paul and Kurt
work themselves into a tight circle so's their tongues could swab each others
tail holes.
"Keep yer hands off yur pricks while you eating boys," Joey called to them,
and they nodded into each other's creases. Jerry said, "Keep that goin' till we
tell yuh."

   The three friends turned to check the scene in front of Scott now.

   "Speak, cocksucker!" Scott ordered.
   "Arr! Arrr!" Graig barked with his hands cupped under like doggie paws and
up on his knees.
   "Good....suck now."
   Graig's mouth surged forward and engulfed Scott's meat.
   The others moved over to circle them now.
   In rapid fire questions while Graig vacuumed his cock, Scott asked him
what he was, what he liked to do best in all the world, and who's he wanna do it
with?

   Scott pulled the boy's head off his cock, and said, "Well????"

   "Iyam a cocksucker, sir!
   "I wanna suck boys the most best thing in all'a world! SIR!" he screamed
when Scott's hand came up to whomp him.
   "I wanna suck ever' boy right here, sir!"
   As Jerry, Mark and Joey got right close now, cocks masting a bit, Scott
just nodded and jutted his chin out at his own dick which Graig immediately
sucked in and feverishly blowed the kid till he came so violently, he reached for
one of the other kids' shoulders.
   "He hasn't learned the fine art of throat cockin' boys...how'sa about one
o' you showing him how, dudes?" Scott said, as went over to ledge and dove
into the clear quarry water....last seen floating on his back, dobber flopping in
and out of the ripples.
   The others were surprised that the tough l'il straight dude was put to
meat so fast, and that he didn't even get orders, just turned and knee-walked to
Jerry, and settled on all fours, craning his neck to Jerry's half-staff flag
of flesh....waiting to be told to get chowin'.

   Jerry said, "Keep yur neck back like that....take a deep breath and hold
stretching your throat open, and....nnnnngggh...." and Jerry's cockhead was in
the kid's throat hole...."Awkk! GwarK! Cucch! Cuchh!" Graig coughed, and each
time, Jerry sank deeper, and down through Graig's throat. "Now breathe through
yur nose....and swallow over my prick till you feel my insides shaking boy!"

   As it went, three of the boys throated Graig, and four blowed off in his
mouth....but he blowed 'em all! After having him crawl after their dicks which
they flopped at his face like bait, the best of all was his having to stand on
his hands and suck off Kurt, the kid he came to the quarry to get blowed by
in the first place! That same fucker had gripped his ankles, yanked his legs
wide, and screamed for Graig to take him off there on that stone ledge, naked,
upside down....spitcum droolin' down his face....

   The kids were all getting reignited in their newly found cockplay. The
appearance of Graig, superbrat, on his knees, chasing cock all around the ledge
had gotten them all dripping hard again. His pussy ass clenching and dimpling
with his own rock hard dick drizzin' strings of prefuck was uniting the 7 buds
like they'd been all their lives up to when Paul and Shuey went shamey, and
Kurt got outta control the other day. And then, the horny l'il fucker had even
been upside down gawking spit, cum, snot, and cock.

   Not realizing what they were thinking, the young dudes, play-rubbin' their
dicks as they watched the young cockhound, panting before them looking up
with hanging tongue and puppy dog eyes....they had them a fuckin' cock slave!!
Mark's mind started to runnin' ahead to the next day, when they had the other
kid lined up from the cafeteria....and his brother....for a cocksuck at the
quarry.... What if...?

   Mark sure wasn't alone....Kurt's experience in boycock service had let him
form visions of Graig-play. Back from his swim, Scott also was seeing the
kids from tomorrow's agenda...and others they might put in service to their horny
boy pleasers. As it turned out, Graig was right in front of Scott right then
while he was bucking and pumpin' his cock like a madman, his fantasy becoming
real in his hand....he grabbed Graig's hair and pulled the kid's face over his
nearly shooting prick and bent the little fucker over backward as he lost it
in a rage of buttflexing rut-banging of that pretty boy
face....."Gwulkkkk....ucchh.... accgghhh....uhhhhuh....awwwwkkk!!" Graig choked and spluttered as he
took the feed fuck from Scott. Needless to say, when Scott dropped to the
ledge exhausted and Graig slumped to his side, his legs and feet bent under him,
Graig got no recovery.... the other boys were dragging his rock-scraped tail
backwards, and then to his knees in a suckboy circle where he took 'em all off
one more time....his head being yanked from boy-to-boy-to-boy over and over
for a few mouth pumps at a time, till he was totally fucked up, droolin' and not
knowing where the next dick was comin' from. Hol-eeee this was crazy....they
couldn't stop fuckin' this kid's face!!! Horny fuckers! Half of them ended up
shooting off in his face 'cause they didn't have his mouth when they blowed
off.

   Ready to hit the trail for home, and for at least the next few minutes,
able to move and think without stuffin' their dick into something, they threw
Graig over the ledge into the water and followed him in...splashing all around
and getting cooled off and clean again. They played a short chicken game, and
then exhaustedly pulled themselves up to the ledge for drying off and heading
home. In a surprise to Kurt, Paul and Shuey...they were allowed to get fully
dressed for the trek out of the quarry...because the boys had themselves a
full-fledged cockhound boyslave who would sate all their power needs...for the
moment. Shue and Paul even helped poor Kurt get the butt plug back in his asshole
so he wouldn't get shit from his brother. They were directed to bring some
lubey slick the next day.

   Scott yanked Graig's boxers out of his hands as he started to dress. "You
walk home nekked dude...." and kicking his sneaks away from him when he
reached for them...saying, "No shoes, neider."

   "C'mere cuntboy," Mark called, kicking at the pile of backpacks he had to
carry, including his own. Throw 'em over your shoulders asswipe, we gotta git
movin'. Looking from face to face, he covered his dick and chest with his
hands, shaming up now that he was the only naked boy among them. With no help in
the offing, he bent to pick up pack after pack, and was being tickled and
swatted with cutoff branches. He was ducking and cringing and trying to get the
packs on his back and shoulders, and then when he started to walk in the middle
of the group, they put him on his toes and hands. Then Jerry dropped his pants,
mooning his face and Joey said, "Gitcher tongue up his shitter, faggot....yur
dinner's ready."
   In a shock, or at least surprise to all of them, Graig got right down
there, packs slipping and sliding off his shoulders and down his arms as he ape
crawled, his hands up around Jerry's thighs for balance, and stuffed his face
right up Jerry's smile as they walked...and he even let them see his tongue
burrow in there when they asked with no hesitation. Jerry was getting horny-nuts
all over again, "You can't believe how this feels, man...his fuckin'
tongue's....mannnnn....up my FUCKIN' ASS!!!!
   "Ahmena hafta get off by the time we get to the road. Omigod! UHHHH!
NOW!!" and Jerry spun around off Graig's tongue, and shoved his drizzlin' prick
through Graig's lips, grabbed his ears and rammed his boy fucker in and out,
shooting wad after wad, crying and screaming from the joy of it all....shivers up
and down his back and inside his thighs....his toes curling under in his
sneaks....omigod!!!! "I needed to fuck'is face...oh, man, oh fuck, OH FUCK!!!!"
Jerry slipped to his knees gasping, still holding onto Graig's ears....Graig was
hunched over on his knees under the pressure of Jerry's hands pulling down on
him.
   The other kids were hot as firecrackers...again, having watched their bud
get off another feed-fuck.....standing around the two boys on the ground,
rubbing their fly fronts.
   "C'mon, you assholes, getta move on!" yelled Scott, as he took off up the
trail...'we're prak'ly to the road."

   They were coming to the road!??! Graig hadn't even thought about being in
public....and his tongue absently lapped his upper lip of Jerryjam as he
switched into slo-motion and a full mind run, 'I'm out here in the
open...naked...sucking boy cock and ass!!' His whole body chicken-skinned as he shivered.
   Noticing the daze he was in, he was kicked, whipped at with 3 branch
switches, and told to get crawlin'. He came out of it, and started to do the rest
of the trail on all fours, and behind him, cum-shattered Jerry dragged his butt
up, zippered his hog, and caught up with the rest.
   None of the kids knew where he lived...didn't care neither...but they did
know he'd be naked gettin' there tonight.
   Kurt came up to Paul and Shuey with arm over each shoulder, and said, "Ya
know...you guys...you should have Graig's ass first...sorta like yur boy
cocksuck for the night, or this weekend...ya know?" Shue and Paulie just smiled
into Kurt's face at the thought...glowed....and got hard!
   Mark and Joey closed on them and said, "Hey, yeh, man. The fucker's gonna
be our boy....and who better to start off his life on his knees than with you
guys....wit' all the shit you been takin, eh?"

   As they got to the end of the trail at the main road, they let Graig get
up and walk while they just jabber-taunted at him and butt kicked at him or
swatted at him with the branch switches.
   Kurt's brother John was in his rumbling truck on his way home from his
job, and he saw the group of kids on the sidewalk way ahead.
   Graig walked in the middle of the kids but had to be jerking his dick the
whole time. Before Kurt broke off for home, they all took their own packs, and
made Graig lay on his back, toes up in the air in the middle of the sidewalk
in all his nakeds, jerk off to a cum and eat his spooge there quaking and
trembling on the ground. It was sooooo....
   "Tell us l'il fag. Close yur eyes. Tell us how you love jackin in'a street
and eatin' yur jazz!" Joey barked.
   "I...um...uh...lik....um...jerk...cock....ummm...licking cums....unnngh!"
   All was quiet. He opened his eyes...the kids were gone! He was all alone
on the sidewalk, legs in the air, cum all over him, naked...quivering in
aftercum....a jizz-sopped finger in his mouth...his tongue stopped at
mid-lick....the rumbling engine was approaching....

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