Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2007 09:46:29 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: The Sneakers.  Chapter 12.

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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
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The Sneakers
Chapter 12


Joe wrenched the kid's body this way and that all the way down the street
just from the armlock he had on the top of Buddy's head.

Buddy thought his skull was gonna get broked.

Finally at the steps to the apartment that Tony and Buddy had fun-jumped that
morning, Joe released Bud and shoved him up the stairs to open the door.
Buddy stumbled twice and then fell out across the landing from the force of the
big guy's body heave.

The key in the lock and the door was open. As soon as the door closed behind
them, Joe yanked Buddy's jeans right down to his ankles, followed by his
boxers. The kid's backpack and shirt came up over his head in one motion before
he
was spun around twisting in the pants around his feet and placed face-on to
that big boy hog of Joe's he'd cum to know.

That's one thing about Joe. He wastes no time, and gets his face ditch in
place right when he wants it regardless of convenience like chairs or beds.

Buddy was being pulled by his ears and facefucked senseless so he couldn't
hear anything, but Joe could swear he heard voices coming from the back
rooms....but, first things first....he'd have his nut in the Buddydump first,
before
checking out the place.

"Ungghhhhh! God! Yahhhawwwww! Take it faggot! Uh! Ugh! Cummmminnnnn!" Joe
growled as he pumped rope after steamy rope of teen spooge over the kid's
tongue.

The Sneakers.  Chapter 12.

Buddy's house after school

"OhhhhhhhhhhmyTonyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!! I love how you love me baby!!!!" came
Beth's ecstatic squeal as she bounced her cock-swolled-up pussy up and down
above
her loving teen fucktoyboy!

The insatiable bitch just couldn't get enough that strange, new young teen
prick!

She didn't even think it! Her cunt just knew what she needed and was
convulsing.... contorting itself, and would flip it's petals inside out if
that's what
it took to keep this studboy fucker in her all day...all night....every day
and all through the night.... for the rest of her life!

Tony for his part, mannnn....he wanted cunt! He wanted a sucking pair of lips
and a fevered tongue working his prick....his nips....his pits, and his ass,
non-stop if he could manage it. But he was always in control...aware. He was
eyes-in-back-of-his-head alert!

He heard the goings on in the front room...just barely...but enough to know
he did NOT want to be caught butt naked up some cunt without knowing who the
'catcher' was!

In the throes of her heaving sighs and rabid squat-fucking on top of
Tony....giving him to herself again and again, Tony up and threw her back and
off him.
She flopped like a ragdoll to the bottom of the bed, with her head hanging
off the bottom end of the mattress, tears in her eyes. She was so scared she
failed her fucktoy....and was so ashamed.

Of course that wasn't it at all. Tony had to get them both in order before
whoever the fuck it was in the house found them buttass naked and dick-up-hole!

Fast thinking, and a sheet and the problem was covered...solved. Tony grabbed
the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around Buddy's mom like a toga and with
arms around her, ushered her swiftly into the bathroom and put her in the
shower. "Now, stay there 'MOMMIE', and don't come out till I come for yur ass!"

Like the sorry slut she'd become in the last days, she nodded obediently to
her teen lover and stared through the streaming spray as Tony's tight buns
disappeared beyond the closing bathroom door.

Still naked as a jaybird, here came Tony sauntering up the hallway into the
front room to find Buddy on his knees in the foyer feeding from Joe's meaty
prick.

Just Tony's swagger put a concern into the much bigger Joe who was at that
point beating Buddy's face with sucked-off spent boy pleaser.

Tony walked right up to the still aftercum shaky dude, and held up a palm for
Joe to slap.
" 'Supp, mah man?" asked Tony casually as if they were meeting dressed in the
street rather than with both their cocks out in front of a frothy mouthed
kneeling cocksucker.

"Nuthin' much, dude....just thought I'd grab a round of tongue since I was in
the nabe, man," Joe answered.

Tony's high-fiving hand swapped to palms-up position with fingers giving that
'come hither curl' when cash money is the request.

Joe's face went quizzical and he stopped meat-beating Buddy's face and the
stupid doof that Buddy was, he leaned up into the thing and sucked it back into
his mouth. The kid had become robotic. Just did things now without a thought.

"Whutup, Tone?" Joe asked.

"This here dick-tastin' party you just held with my main man here...that'll
be $5....and come to think of it....you came by a few days ago for another
'round of tongue' as you call it....that'll be $10 altogether.

Joe's fists balled up....and the three dollar bills he'd swiped from Buddy's
pants while he was getting blowed, crumpled in his hand.

"....and I'll thank you to turn over whutchu just robbed out of the fucker's
pants there, too," Tony sternly demanded.

Joe surged forward, unable to contain his rage at being caught stealing and
being ordered to pay for what he deemed 'rightly his' afterall. Buddy's mouth
and ass was fair game, and he should have it whenever he wanted....annnnnd he
should be PAID to give Buddy the privilege!

His softening prick broke the suction of Buddy's mouth as he lunged for Tony
who side-stepped him, tripped him, and backhanded his left ear as the big hulk
of a kid went sprawling to the floor.

Tony stepped on the back of Joe's neck, then nudged him over with his bare
foot at Joe's throat pressing just hard enough to let him know he could die
there. Joe started to squirm loose, and the smaller Tony, pointed menacingly at
him leaning down into his face. "DON'Tchu fucking move, muthahfukker! Don'tchu
dare move!"

Tony grabbed the big dude's fist and pulled the three bills from it's clammy
hold. Then he called Buddy over and had the kid go through Joe's pants for the
ten dollars Tony demanded for Buddy's earlier service.

Joe had three fives and several single dollar bills that Buddy handed over to
Tony who pressed a little harder into Joe's neck. Joe was grabbing at Tony's
ankle, and Tony leaned down and smacked his face as hard as he could.
Incredible! That kid, tough as he was, was no match pound for pound with the
200 lb
plus Joe....but here was in total control!

Tony took all three five dollar bills and dropped the singles like confetti.
"Put them singles in his flyhole, Buddy," Tony ordered the teentool. Buddy
dutifully did as ordered. Tony said, "I'm taking this other five too, just in
case you was one of the ones whut buttfucked Buddy here las' week. If'n you
wasn't....tough shit!" and Tony stashed the bills into Buddy's pants for safe
keeping.

"Now sit up here on this fucker's chest, Budman." Tone continued.

"Now hawl me up a nice goober and splatter his fuckin' face witt'it!" Tony
went on.

Buddy did, and with the slop-scuzzy snotgob at the curl of his tongue behind
his lips, he looked down almost sadly at Joe, and then with an almost pleading
look up at Tony, who just nodded v-e-r-r-r-y slowly and watched as Buddy
"Sspitththk" covered Joe's face with a massive gob cluster. There was spit in
the
big dude's brows, lashes, in his nostrils, on his lips....evvverwheres! Tony
broke out in that trademark disarmingly handsome smile when he saw that the
stuff was not just spitty spray and puddles...but fuckin' gobs of shit hanging
on
the fucker's face parts. Tony was flatout thrilled and handslapped with his
'main man', Buddy!

Buddy was wanting to get up and away from Joe now, but Tony shook his head
when the kid started to get up and looked at Tony for approval.

"Uh-uh, mah dude. Our big-assed friend here, who steals and don't pay for
services rendered, well, I think he needs a drink...don'tchu?"

Dumb and dumber Buddy nodded anxiously not knowing at all why.

"Buddy...I wantchu to tell yur fuckload there under you to open his mouth
real wide so you can give him his drink, boy! NOW!" Tony bellowed.

Buddy stuttered and tried to tell Joe to open up, but he couldn't speak...
But Joe, knowing he was screwed, just opened up to get it over with.

Buddy sheepishly pulled his toy dick out of his pants and kneeled up over
Joe's face and he really did have to piss so bad, even the weirdie-scary
situation didn't make him pee-shy in the slightest. He started to let go into
Joe's
mouth like a racehorse.

Then...Joe raged and started to kick and punch and closed his lips and Buddy
went off balance and the piss was splashing on Joe's face
annd........'FFFUH-BMPPP!'

Tony'd let the big dude raise his head off the floor by releasing foot
pressure at his neck, and then tromped the fucker's face with his foot and
slammed
his head back to floor, and Joe musta thought he was the Hubble telescope with
all the stars he saw.

This time Buddy took longer to get his piss-spigot restarted after the ruckus
and squelching it in mid-stream, so to speak.

Tony wound his arm and hand in a big circle like the refs do at football
games to start the clock, and Buddy feverishly tried to get his wicket on the
drain. Finally he started to dribble a few drops and Tony had his toes pressing
Joe's bottom teeth and jaw down for Buddy to have the perfect shot.

When it was done, Tony kicked Joe's butt while the fucker sniveled after
being forced  down on all fours to lick the spent piss he'd caused to get on
the
floor. Then Tone gave him a damp soapy rag to wipe the smell up. Joe's shirt
was drenched with piss...his fly was still open but his cock had long since
receded into the confines of his shorts with the three singles Buddy'd stuffed
in
there. Beaten and shamed, he was buttkicked at the crawl to the door and
booted out on to the landing, where he curled himself into a 200 pound fetal
ball
of whimpering asswipe!

'Bah-bam-berrr!' the door slammed shut....and through it you could hear, a
hand-slap and a "Yahhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck'im!!!    Asshole!"

The shower was still running and the steam filled the bathroom to a fog as
Tony padded his barefeet back to see how his other 'pussy' was makin' out......

Buddy was still mostly dressed and kneeling in the middle of the living room,
his arm across his chest and looking up and then following Tony with his eyes
as his cockmaster went by.

It was all quiet when Tony reached into the fog and turned the shower off and
toweled his momma bitch off while she stood buttnaked in the tub.

Her cunt hairs hung in soggy, dripping ringlets. He hair had gone straight
and hung down in a plain Jane 'do' from all the moisture in the room.

She hung her arms over Tony's shoulder as he wiped her tits, belly, back,
butt and cunt.

She squealed and giggled when he bit her right nipple then tongued the tip.

He kneeled down and dried the rest of her body including legs and feet.

"Buddy! Getcher ass in here and get'iss bitch to her room!" Tony yelled.

Buddy scrambled to his feet and ran down the hall into the bathroom and
almost fell down when he saw the 'bitch'....was his own Mom....naked and
looking
every bit the fucking slut Tony'd made of her these short few days.

Tony grabbed the stunned kid and flung his Mom's arm over Buddy's shoulder,
moving them both to the door. Staggered a bit, Buddy held his slumping Mom and
guided her into the bedroom.

Tony straightened the bathroom a bit, and then joined his two dickditches in
Beth's room.

He lifted her away from Buddy's straining form and placed her on her knees,
but sitting back on her heels at the head of the bed. Then Tony sat in the
center of the bed, and told Buddy to strip naked..."Yuh got 10 secs, buttwipe!"

Beth's hand went to her face and she bit it as she watched Buddy do Tony's
bidding....just as she had done. Tears streamed from her eyes when she saw in
Buddy, much of her own lost shame and felt her own disgust for herself building
inside her.

Just when it seemed the natural 'mother' was surfacing in Beth, she caught
sight of Tony's cunt-stuffer bobbing hard as steel against his lower belly just
before he ordered Buddy to spread his cheeks wide, and lean back against Tony
so his Momma could see the dick she wanted, and needed so bad sliding right up
her boy, Buddy!

She squelched a scream....it's hard to tell if it was a sense of loss of
Tony's dick to her son, or the shame of having to watch her son get laid by her
toyteen lover!

Losing her mind, she cried and giggled and played in her pussy and made many
tiny little screams as she bit her lip watching her son take that teen
truncheon up his butthole like the trouper he was. She watched Buddy's eyes go
molten, roll back in his head and his tongue flop out and drool his spit down
his
bare chest.

Her boy was fucking for Tony with the lust, fire and sensual need SHE had for
that kid's cock!!!!

OMG she wanted it...she was three fingers up into her frothy hole and
frigging like mad, drooling her own self now as she watched her beautiful boy
son
bounce his happy ass over and over on Tony's masher getting every last thrill
he
could ever think there was in life from it every time it made love with that
'boyspot' deep inside him. "Oh sirrrrr...Ton...oh fuck
me....fuckme....fuckmeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!"

Tony leaned around the kid's sweaty shoulder and spit at Beth and caught her
right in her finger-frigged ditch where it looked like she was trying to get
her whole hand in there and said, "C'monnn, bitch! Suck the dude's dick!
Getcher boy off in style MOMMA!
BITCH!"

She bent over, fingers shoved deep up her pussy and literally fell onto
Buddy's dick but expert cocksucker that she was, she caught it going down and
all
but swallowed Buddy up whole!

The swirling tongue....the sucking lips....Buddy was crazed now. He was
humping his mom and fucking himself and felt he was doing it all right, yet so
confused and out of synch. But on he went, humping and bouncing, fucking and
hunching till he "Yowwwwwwwwwwwwlllllllll"ed!! his joy when the dam broke and
filled his mommy's mouth to overflowing with his boyteen cum-curdle.

He looked down and even in his bounce fucking bobba-rumba on Tony's dick, he
was thrilled to see his mom look straight up into his face, show him his load,
swawrsh her tongue around in it....then swallow it, smacking her lips!

He didn't know what he saw, but he did know he loved seeing it.

Then his mom continued to thrill him by licking every last dropping of his
boy spermage from his pubes, dick, balls and belly.

Tony was about to order her to, but he smiled as she must have read his
dreamscape.....she turned over on her back and slid her face under Buddy and
after
sucking his balls into her mouth, washing her son's nuts for the first time
since he was five, she released them and arched ever higher, lifting Tony and
Buddy higher till she had her nose in Buddy's crease and her lips literally
sucked into Buddy's boybox right alongside the power thrusting manteen prick of
Tony's!

That Tony....he'd banged her fucking ass the whole morning and here he was
pounding the daylights out of Buddy like he just began! Man...there be
horndogs,
and there be horndogs....but this kid....holy shitttt!!!

Beth had been the model mom and wife. She had spent her every married day
living for the happiness of her marriage and when Buddy came along, she doted
on
him with all her being....what happened??!

Tony's what happened is what! He was now in total control of 2/3 of her
family and that 2/3 WANTED what he gave them!!!

She was as sex-crazed for cock as the slut who strips her panties off at the
drop of a zipper!

Buddy...well...we can't be sure....he knows he absolutely fucking needs it
when he's getting it....but does he LIVE FOR COCK???!!"

So much for philosophy...

Tony flipped Buddy over on his face, dragged Beth out from under him and sat
her back up at the head of the bed. He slammed his meaty boy pleaser up into
Buddy and started plowing his butt in style, and then reached out and fingered
into Beth's pussy....deeper and deeper....and he was pulling her toward him
and Buddy! by her cunt!

When she was right at Buddy's face he pushed the kid's head right down into
her mound and said "Show yuh mommie some TONGUE, BOY! TONGUE that pussy like a
MANNNNNN!!!"

Beth cried out and humped into Buddy's face when the kid's taster disappeared
between the petals of joy between her legs.

She held onto the back of her boy's head and squeezed his face and tongue
into her till she wailed and cried and shivered....jolting herself on the bed.
She gushed her juice for her son! Buddy got his first load a cunt juice right
from the well.

"Fuck you! Fuckyou! Fuck YOU, yuh little faggot! Eatcher momma, pussyfag! Eat
her OWWWWWWWWWWWWWTTTT!!!!" Tony screamed as he lurched up and rammaged
Buddy's hole anew and and and cummmmmmmed a load to rival the Kentucky Derby
winner!

He pulled his still oozing cocksabre from it's sheath inside Buddy and pulled
the kid's head away from his mom's gusher and with his cock allay on Beth's
mound, he had her son suck him off right on her soppy pussy. "Ohhhh mannnn!
Beautiful! Beautiful! Fucking beautifulllll! Mother and son....I just love it
you
two.
"Now let's get ready for ol' Warren to get home?!

"Beth...yu clean this place up and get ridda the 'fuckscent', hear?....and as
he pulled her to her knees he licked her ear, pulled her face into his nipple
and said, "You give our man Warren a good-assed fuck tonight honeybunch...one
he'll wanna die for! Then when he's back fum his aftahfuck shower, you make
like you asleep till you know he's out, too. Then find the used rubber...Buddy
likes his dad's goo," Tony snickered wickedly. "Anyways...bring the rubber
witchu to Buddy's and my room.

Then, Tony sternly called to Buddy, "And you, fuckstick....you get in yur
room, boy. Yu goin' back on tool duty fer the rest'a thuh aftahnoon.!"

Buddy grabbed his clothes up off the floor and scurried his bareass to his
room as Tony pushed Beth to her knees to kiss his balls.

He left her there on her knees, as he joined Buddy.

He sat on Buddy's pillow, and crooked his finger to the boydoof and Buddy
crawled up between his legs and sucked Buddy for the next hour, having his head
manipulated by Tony this way and that to get different angles and thrills while
he fitted and refitted Buddy's head, face, mouth, tongue and throat to his
probing peter which he joyed himself with every few minutes by deeping down the
kid's throat.....rut-humping up and down with about ten short fast
stroke-jerks till Buddy really started to jerk, grunt and squirm!!!!

"Ahhhh.....'at's IT boy! Yu doin' it! Yu da mannnnn!!!" Tony purred over and
over, the words to encourage his favorite cumdump.


Mickey's(Boardie's) house (Recap)

"But jus' 'member....DON'T fuck with the fucker, mannnn!
I gotcher balls, dude, for fuckin' ever!!!!" Ryan warned his big brother.

"Ahhhiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!" Boardie screamed bloody murder. Ryan had really
grabbed the kid's big floppy balls and squeezed so hard, Boardie couldn't
scream
any more and still Ryan hadn't let go till Boardie's head laid on the ground
and
he sobbed uncontrollably.

Ryan smushed the bottom of his sneaker across tear-streaked Boardie's face,
and said, "Bein' good to me means, smiling, including me in the house and
dinner talk and no stares, threats or dirty looks, and lettin' me get and have
whatEVER the fuck I want....and, oh, you'll be sucking me off, too...and right
reg'lar, I'd say, too.....'whenever,' like  yer contract says. You also will
give
me yer allowance too. If yu need any money during the week, you have to get
on hands and knees, naked, finger up yur bung. If I agree to give you a few
cents, you will blow me. If I don't give you anything...you blow me anyways.
And
start getting yur asshole cleaned out for the guys...nobuddy wants shit on
their piece....hear?              YOU HEAR ME YOU FUCKIN' QUEER???!!!!!"

"Yah! YESSSSS! Oh, god YESSSSS....R-R-Ryan...pleeeeze......" Ryan let go of
Boardie's balls after grabbing and yanking them hard this time. He pulled them
so hard that when he finally let go they stayed extended down almost five
inches in the poor dude's scraggy nutsack.

"The guys didn't want you jacking off...but I said it was ok...but you have
to do it for me, kick back with yur legs over yur head and shoot yur fuck into
yur own mouth and swaller it. Sometimes you'll beat off right out in public
for us, catch it in yur hand and eat it or rub yur asshole with it before yuh
frig yerself."

"Uh-uh-kay Ry--yan, I do..will do whatever you say," Boardie was saying into
the ground where he had doubled over again. But when he looked up after
hearing no response, he realized he was butt naked, cum-drying on his face,
holding
his balls in the middle of the driveway.....all alone.

Later that evening, at dinner:
Boardie'd done his best to fake-smile during dinner with his brother Ryan who
now 'owned' his big brother's ass, lock, stock and cock!

It began with them starting to take the seats at the table they usually did,
with Boardie sitting at the second head of the table across from their father.
But Ryan, pulled the chair away and when Mickey started to shove his little
bro away, he caught himself, and realized, Ryan was going to take absolutely
every thing and privilege from him....even little stuff like table seating.
With
a weak smile, Boardie turned and took Ryan's usual seat.

They'd already decided that before Boardie put a single thing in his own
plate he'd pass EVERYthing to Ryan....first....then he could serve himself.
This
was bigger than one would think because the 'rents had long ago made clear that
the table was the family community place....and they would always be there
for all meals, no exceptions.

Their father looked quizzical at the seating thing but made nothing of it
being distracted by something the kids' mother asked him.

After dinner the kids usually did the dishes, alternately drying and washing
each day. Now Mickey would 'always' be washing....'when the folks were
around'...but if they were alone, Mickey was going to wash AND dry, every
night.

After the kitchen was straight, the two brothers headed for their rooms where
Ryan suggested that Boardie was going to be giving up the bigger room, so
they might as well go in there for big brother to give his kid bro an after
dinner suckoff.


Later, as Boardie left the house with Ryan's sperm coating his mouth, he
couldn't believe the turn his life had taken. To be on his way to blow half his
young brother's friends was too much for him to compute.

Dale was the closest. As he came up to the house it was late twilight, and
Dale was sitting at the top of the stairs in front of the door.....smiling wide
and toothy.

"Stand at attention, fuckhole!" the younger kid ordered. Mickey's fists
balled, but he kept cool and stood erect as ordered.

"We gotta change 'iss, man....you shouldn't have clothes on when you feed off
us every night. Wastes time gettin' yuh nekked and suckin' an' all....yuh
know?" Mickey was raging so bad, he was shaking.

"Well, we gotta make do, eh? STRIP FAGGOT!!!"

Mickey was stunned....they were standing practically in the middle of the
street....Dale's whole family was in the house.....and the fucker wanted him to
get naked to blow him? It hadda be a joke. Boardie just stood there quelling
his rage, hoping this was just a funnin' thing.

"Yuh got 10 seconds to get butt naked motherfucker or I'm having the other
kids over here to beat snot outta yuh and strip yuh fer duty anyways, and yu'll
blow us all rightchere!" The five foot nuthin' kid was hitting the autodial on
his cellphone for Axl.

"Ha! Guess we know whut tweaks YUR balls!" Dale harassed as he flipped the
cell closed. When he looked up, Boardie was standing before him
stitchless.....his clothes all-a'crumple at his feet.

"Good decision, queerboy! Very good. That wouldn't have been very good for
you at all.
A'kay....get down on yur belly on the walk. Good. Now creep yur sorry ass up
here to the bottom step on yur hands and toes where I'm gonna sit so you can
getcher first course for tonight. Yessss, mah man.....yuh doin' good.

"Let's have you raise up till yur face is right over my cock and getchu
woofin' on it till Iyam v-e-r-r-r-r-r-r-y happy."

Mickey did as ordered and strained his neck to hulk up and over Dale's
cockhead on the step above the walk. His arms were shaking in no time. His body
splayed out bareass behind him as he held himself up on his toes and hands. The
sweat beading on his back shone in the dying sunlight.

"Yahhhh....yu good, boy....you was borned tuh this....no wonder yuh couldn't
hide how much yuh loved cock fum the rest of us," Dale ran off at the mouth
shaming the older kid, and there was noise....voices(?)...and Mickey went beet
read when he thought there was an audience to what he was doing based on the
noise and what Dale was saying:

    "Looks good, eh dudes? Sucks like a champ. Yuh gonna love it. I tol' him
he gonna hafta visit his suck receivers naked fum now on. Takes too long to
strip and suck and dress and strip again, yuh know?" There were laughing
answers
loud enough for Boardie to hear....thankfully it was only the cell phone, but
it was all the other 8 kids that had contrackted for his face.....being sent
shot's of the action via the phonecam. He welled up some tears in his eyes
knowing there was going to be pics and video of every fuckin' dick he
sucked....and everybuddy was gonna get them....but still...there was a glimmer
of hope
that this wouldn't go further.........THAT would keep him going....and keep him
sucking...and sucking....and.....

Geeeez...this could really be only the beginning.....would
Mickey...'Boardie'....ever get his life back? or was THIS his life.

Dale was shooting long full length torso shots of Boardie sprawled out from
the steps down the walk up on his fingers and toes. Those long shots taken from
a low angle make the subject's nakeds look so l-o-n-n-n-n-g.

Dale shoved the cam under Boardie to get a shot of his dangle while he was
chowing boy prick. Surprise! Surprise! Whut do we have here?? Boardie's dick
was
hard as steel snapped up hard along his belly. The kids watching the scene
whistled and Dale got an earful from them about how Boardie was getting off on
sucking his dick!

"You fuckin' queer!" Dale snarled and rapped Boardie's head back and forth,
backhand and forehand to the pained grunts of the cockstuffed kid.

Dale grabbed Boardie's head and yanked his face down to his pubes. Dale
wasn't overly big in the dick department at just under 5" and his meaty
cock-knob
stuck right into Boardie's throat where he hump-bumped up into the older kid's
face again and again.

He was delirious...."Oh my god...this is so fuckin'...ohhhhh! Omigodddd!
Cumminnnnnnn'!

The kids listening in were playing hard with themselves just hearing the hot
screams of their buddy facefucker! Adam got so crazed and out of control he
fell off his chair onto the floor! Benny couldn't hold back and shot his wad
all
over his computer screen.

The other six were doing all they could to hold off for the moment....but
with this totally sex fired excitement, none of them was going to be holding
out
much longer. They all wanted to switch off their cells, but they dare'n't miss
a single squeal of Dale's or a grunt from his cocksucker!

Finally, Dale couldn't stand the tongue touch on his aftercum-tender prick
and shoved Boardie off with the base of his hand hard against the dude's
forehead and breaking the suck-tion with a "Thwoooopkk!"

He could barely catch his breath as he called to the cell phone on the step
where he dropped it at blowoff, "You dudes got sommmmmme treat comin', man! The
mother fucker can suck a meeeeeeen dick!

Then there were some grunts and moans along with a coupl'a thumps the kids
could hear.

Dale had stood up and was shoving Mickey over on his back with barefoot kicks
and shoves whereupon he picked up the cell and snapped off a vid clip when he
said, "Okay faggot! Show yur masters that hardon 'a yurs and jerk it
for'em...DON'T CUM, yu fucker!
We might not never letchu cum no more. Yur nuts are gonna be big as fuckin'
basketballs when we get through with yur contrack, dude!

The kid took one more kick from Dale in his side, and then he Dale straddled
him and leaned down waling the kid's face with a forehand and backhand slap,
as he screamed, "Getcher sorry queer ass outta here, and over to Kevin's.
Uh-uh! No clothes, queenie! Butt naked! Move IT!!!!

"Urmmpphh!" the kids were able to watch Dale's foot come streaking up into
Mickey's retreating ass as he hightailed his barenaked butt for Kevin's house
trying to hide his balls with one hand and his asscrack with the other. He
looked like a 3-legged cat trying to bury shit in a marble floor the way he was
hop-and-run hobbling in that dumbass contortion.


Kevin was the next 'master' scheduled for service that night, and Brock was
last.

When Mickey slinked onto the lawn in front of Kev's, he was stuck. If he rang
the bell or knocked ...he was bareassed! If Kev didn't answer he'd be facing
his mom or dad, or shit...the fucker had two older sisters!

He couldn't do ANYthing in his situation but wait and hope that Kev would
come out looking where the fuck he was....but then he'd be pissed that Mickey
wasted good cocksuckin' time!

He then ran to the door, rang the bell and burrowed behind one of the bushes
in front.

When the door opened he was so-o-o-o-o relieved to see just Kevin, in a pair
of board shorts himself, shirtless, and barefoot.

Kevin crooked his finger when Boardie showed himself and creeped up the
steps. It was much safer for him now since it was totally dark out save for
street
and house lights.

When he got inside, Kevin stood in front of him as he whipped the door shut
past Mick's shoulder. As Mickey got accustomed to the light, he saw that Kevin
was holding a picture. He handed it to Mickey. Mick shook all over in a whole
new rage, softened then by deep sadness. The picture was of Boardie's clothes
on Dale's front lawn....being pissed on by Dale after Boardie left his house!
No doubt that piss-sopped mess was going to be in a stink pile in front of his
locker in the morning. He could only pray they didn't make him wear the stuff.

Kev said, "I wanna see fust hand what Dale had you doin' beatin' yer meat
before you left his house. C'monnnnn!" Kevin angrily pressed the kid to get
jackin'.

When he started whipping, Kevin stepped back a little from him and crossed
his arms, smiling and nodding.
"Nice. Yu good at 'dat, dude. Been beatin' yur meat long??" he laughed at the
obvious....beatin' off being the teen world's numero uno pastime.

Then he sternly told Boardie to cup his hand under his balls, and get a
finger back by his asshole...."Now bend yer knees in a half squat, jut yer chin
out
toward me and beat that fucker hard, dude!"

Mickey's face was red with embarrassment and strain at his shameful
experience here in a younger kid's front hallway whipping off butt naked.

Then at the point where he was doing all he could to satisfy his tormentor,
he clenched his eyes tight and beat himself like mad, head-bobbing and all,
then....thennnnn.....

Digital flashes went off....one after the other after the other. Kevin
stepped aside and his sisters were snapping off images of what could become the
highlight of the school year!!!! Mickey 'Boardie' McDaniels doing the Hand
Jive!!!!!!

In his shock....he stood there motionless with the knob of his pud sno-coned
out of his hand, glistening with prefuck sauce....mouth wide open....tears
streaming down his cheeks!

Kevin blared, "Jack it fucker! JACK IT!!!!"

In front of THREE girls, poor Mickey restarted his handjob, and the girls now
circled him and giggled while he whipped, and beat and jacked and
jerked....and when he was thisssssclose, Kevin yelled, "STOP! No cumoff fer you
faggot....not THIS YEAR anyways!"

One of Kev's sisters leaned into him and kissed his teary, sweaty cheek and
said, "Yur cute, gayboy. Why is it all the cutest boys are gay?"

Boardie started to blurt out without thinking, "I ain't no guh..." and then
caught himself, and shut it down.

Kev's other sister, kneeled down in front of the shaking cumfire-ready Mickey
and the agony of not getting off was only somewhat quelled that he didn't
have to give these girls THAT shot, too, for their scrapbooks and the whole
damn
internet!

Kev's sister had other ideas. Take your thumbs, and put them on both sides of
your slit there...yu know...what is it, Kev...the slit there?" she pointed.

"Geez, Dana....it's his piss hole! Duh-uh!"

"Yeh, a'kay...well, put yur thumbs...yeh...like that...now pull it open."

Mickey was mortified! What if she...?

"More! Pull it open...wider!" A digi-flash went off...then another! "Wider!
More!" and Mickey collapsed from the pain in a crumpled mass on the hall floor.

Their friend who was 'along for the ride' from down the street at the
sisters' invite to be a part of this spectacle...well...she said, "While yur
down
there, get up on your knees and pull yur butt cheeks apart. I can tell yuh, I
love bubble butt boy tails, and Mickey-boi, yu GOT one. I just wanna see the
root
of that boytail.....then she screamed, "Pull'em open, gayboy!"

Mickey did as he was asked and a whole new river of shamy tears flooded his
eyes, streamed down and dripped from his chin to the carpet he was kneeling on.

Cameras all fired again!

Where were Kev's folks? There was apparently no one else in the house but the
kids.

"Okay girls...you hadjer fun now. Go'way, and play with yur dolls or
whutever, this kid's got service to perform. If yuh don't give me no trubble,
I'll let
you watch him finish me off....no p'omises...okay?"  They all nodded. and
backed away not a one of them taking their eyes off their first in person naked
boy, cock and tail!

Kevin pointed to a door at the end of the hall....the basement playroom as it
turned out.

Kevin fingered his tool in his boards as he got ready to receive his
contractual fee.

He made Mickey take a towel from him to cover the pool table and then made
the teenboi skateboarder get on it on his belly, hang his head over and above a
corner pocket. Then Kevin dropped his shorts, shoved a stool over to stand on,
and scootched over the pocket in a wide leg spread....his thighs spreading
out at a 90 degree angle along either edge of the table, letting his balls hang
down over the pocket.

"Take my balls in yur hand queerbait, suck my dick and don't you stop or take
yur hand off till I order you to!"

Mickey started to reach for Kev's balls when he took a smack to left side of
his head that fucking lit up his brain!

Kev said, "Whatta you say, boy??"

Mickey was dumbfounded.

"You dumbshit!" Kev said, smacking him again and bellowed, "You fuckin' akks
"MAY I, MASTER?       Now fucking say it!"

Boardie whimpered the degrading question to another smack for not being loud
enough and then Kevin said, "You may!"

When Mickey went ahead again, he got smacked AGAIN!

His head dropped to the table. He couldn't take it...all this...anymore.

Kevin grabbed the few hairs he could grip with one smallish hand on the
brushcut kid's head, and an ear with the other, and growled, "You say 'Thank
YOU,
Master!' or you gonna be one sorry bastard leavin' here tonight!

"Th-Th-Than--nk y-y-yu, massssss-terrrrr!"

Kevin swooned when Boardie's tongue swarshed over his cockknob as his sizable
boy dangle sought the bottom of that fiery hot boymouth cavern.

"Ohhhhhhhhmyyyyyyyygoddddd!!! I don't fuckin' b'lieve how
goooooodthisfeeeeels!! Eat me YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!!"

The kid never expected what was happening to his entire insides from the
second strange flesh touched his peter!

He shot.....and shot....and SHOTTTTTTTTTT! Ohgod-ogod-ogod!!! Nuttin'....this
is.....could be this goooooooood...omigod---omigoddddddddd!" he squawled as
he lost his balance and his sweaty thighs slipped from the sides of the pool
table and he almost ruptured himself when his balls snapped across the corner
pocket as he fell down and bounced from the table to the stool to the floor and
rolled over on his side in a boybodycurl with his hands between his legs and
cried and cried and cried......"Oh dam...yu fucker! Yu fuckin'
faggot....getcher ass down here and do it AGAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!!"

He hadn't stopped quivering from the phenomenal cum....or the buttbusting
tumble he took, but he knew he needed that first part all over again and
fassssst!!!

Mickey came scrambling off the table to serve his diminutive master....his
lips still drooling spent boyjizz. As it was he nearly choked on the load the
young dude pumped into him.

But now there was no time for himself...he had to give this kid everything he
wanted or his ass was going to be in a sling come the morning.

His head was awhirl with the visions of all the pictures of him in all those
contortions serving half the cock in the neighborhood.

In no time he was on hands and knees with Kevin's dick in his mouth. He gave
the kid a gulpy knob-nubbing suck-kiss again and again and again to make sure
the kid didn't get a chance to mad up and start blaming him for his fall off
the pool table.

In three swift, swirling licks, Kevin was hard as a t-bone and hump-pumping
Mickey's face and feeling nothing of the pain of his flop.

He lurched up and drove his prick into Boardie's facehole like a madman!
"Fuck-yu, bitch! Fuck-yu!fuck-yu!FUCK-YU!!!!! Uh! Uh! Oahhhhhhhhhhh! Mmmmm!
Uhhoahhmmm! UhUhUh!" the kid rut-rammed his piece like a veteran cunt-stuffer
and
squeezed himself off another volley of jacksauce for his new cocksucker!

"Yu gonna 'membah me....'n'iss dick for fuckin' evah, fagboy! You
FAGBOYYYYYYYY!!!! Swaller it all PRICKface! Oh yeh...Oh Yehhhhh'...OH FUCK-in'
YAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" he yowled for joy as Mickey's tongue swept the tender
aftercummed
dickhead up against his palate sending Kevin on a whole new adventure in
suckboy joy! He rocked and jolted and hump-fucked more of Boardie's face till
finally, he came down and sucked for all the air he could get as he flopped
onto
his back, his chest heaving....and the biggest smile you could ever want to see
on a young boy's face! HIS FIRST FUCK! His first EVER fuck! It didn't matter
that it was a face he fucked! It was the FUCK that counted!

The cell was going off with his fave tune letting him know he needed to be
sending his cocksucker off to his next 'client'.

Boardie was up his knees, absently licking his lips of the last of Kevin's
spooge, when Kev flipped his cell closed and said, "Getcher ass to
Brock's....and he's pissed yu late. He says he's gonna whip shit outta you with
his belt,
queerboy. See yuh atcher garage tomorrah fer the fuckaround!"

Mickey was slipping buttnaked up the stairs not knowing how he was going to
get past the girls and get to Brock's in the beat down shape he was in.

The girls it turns out heard mostly everything with their heads against the
basement door, and when Boardie came charging through he lucked out when they
all fell over and he made it to the door before they were able to get
themselves on their feet to chase him down.

Mickey faced the same prob he had at Kev's place....how to ring the doorbell,
and not be seen by the wrong person bareassed in their doorway?

He made the two streets over in the darkened nabe and onto Brock's lawn. The
dew made the grass so slicky wet....and cold on his barefeet.

He sneaked closer to the house and was about to look into the front window to
figure out who was near the doorway when, "CRACKKKKKKKKK!"

"YEOWmmmmppphhhhff!" he cried out but before he got it all out, Brock was all
over him with a burlap bag which he tightened and tied around Mickey's neck.
Then he stood back with Mickey sprawled on his belly in the wet grass, Mick
took shot after shot after shot from that terrible belt that Brockie was
snapping across his shoulders, back, butt, thighs, and feet.

In the dim light from the distant streetlamp, Brock thrilled to Boardie
bouncing and jerking each time he belted him.

His cock steeled up hard to his belly, and was already dooozing prefuck jazz.

He was so crazed from the excitement he thought he was about to cum. He
gasped for air as he fell to his knees exhausted from both the whipping he put
to
Mickey, and the sensual turmoil he sent through his body from the beating
thrills.

He crawled over to Mickey's writhing form and heard the murphled whimpering
under the burlap which he loosened and took off of the bigger dude. From his
kneeling position, he cradled Mickey's head in his hands and looked down into
the boy's tear-streamed face.

Boardie looked seeming to be pleading for....what...to be let go, so he could
go home? To maybe, please get off without having to serve another cock that
night?

"Gwulluppff!"

Ha! No such luck. Brockie pulled Mickey's head up against his thigh so he
would have to bend when he stuffed that big boy face full of young dude prick!

Still up on his knees, Brock gripped the back Boardie's head and rammed it
over his dick like a piston-head! Again! Again! Over and over! ALL THE WAY
DOWWWWWN! This young dude was hung like a fucking horse! annnnd he was a big
kid,
too...almost 5' 10".

He was driving through Boardie's throat hole every single time that face
slammed into Brock's pubes! It was priceless! Boardie's whole body was
rippling,
and jerking in a twisted-up contortion from lying on his back and having his
face pulled up and over his own shoulder.

The strain was making all his muscles tense and his feet and toes to curl.

He seemed to feel the chill from the wet grass in the early evening breeze in
spite of the fevered sweat beading up over his entire torso.

Then there were five straight rut-fucking tumultuous head slams to Brockie's
pubes and then the young kid held Boardie tight to him and still. Boardie knew
the kid was seeding his belly. He could feel the cock grow huge in his throat
and the pulsing could be felt the length of his tongue as well.

Brock wheeezed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fucking queer! Yur my very own fucking
queer! I own yur fuckin' face now faggot!" and then he yanked Mickey off his
cock, "Thwweeesssskk!" held his face momentarily, pulled it right up into his
own....hawked a gob  up and spit all over it before slamming Mickey to the
ground. "Cocksuckin' fag! Get outta here!"

The worn out Mickey tried to stand as fast as he could and actually was
scrambling up, but nothing worked. His parts were all out of order! He did the
best
he could crawling to get out of there fast as he could on his hands and
knees, and when Brock picked up the burlap and threw it over his shoulder with
the
belt, he snickered and called out to the disappearing asscrack passing the
last bush of his yard, "See yur ass at the fuckaroun', queenie!"

'Whut the fuck?....Fuckaround? Whut's a 'fuckaround'?' was all Boardie could
think about as he stopped the other side of the bushes and tried to pull
himself together.

"Fuckaround?" he said out loud as he looked down at his nakedness, unable to
see all the grass stains in the darkness. "Kevin said da same thing," Boardie
remembered.


Anyways, the sad sack, fresh from his first night on his knees to kids his
junior, made his way the several blocks home....with a building dread that his
little brother Ryan waited to administer all manner of shame and debasement to
him.

He surely expected Ryan would have locked every way in so Mickey'd HAVE to
ring the bell.

But....no. When Mick got to the back entrance, all foot sore, grass stained
and face crusted in dried boyoff....there was no problem. He slipped into the
dark kitchen and was able to get up the stairs with his folks apparently
watching TV in the den.

Upstairs, well....that was another story.

He went into 'his' room, and Ryan was sprawled on the bed with his notebook
and a school book, talking on the cell phone.

"Yeh...HA! the faggot just dragged her sorry ass in here. Mannnnn! Whudju
guys do to her? She's fucking green....whatdafuck is'at...grass stains...who
face-fucked her in the grass? His...her face is like pasty with whut is
that...it's fuckin' cum! Whatta pig. Yeh...she's balls naked just like she was
at
Dale's."

'SNAP! SNAP!' Ryan snapped his fingers at Boardie and pointed at the floor.
When Boardie didn't move, he made it clear with up and down hand motion while
still pointing, he wanted
his big brother on the fucking floor!

Boardie, hung his head and kneeled down covering his cock and balls with both
hands in front of him.

"Yehh...ahm getting her ready now! I better go, these queers need lots of
personal attention, yuh know!" Yahh...hahahahaha! See yuh tuhmorrah."

All the while he was ending the call with Kevin, he was trying to get Boardie
to do something else....he was pushing his flat palm down, then
pointing...but his big brother didn't understand and was starting to bead up in
cold sweat
if the kid got pissed and took after him.

Ryan clicked off, and then turned toward Mickey while he sat with his legs
hanging off the side of the bed.

"Whut I was trying to getcher dumb fuckin' ass to do, dickweed, was lay down
the fuck flat on yer belly....nose touching the floor.....and don't twitch a
muscle...not even that worthless piece'a grizzle hanging between yur legs.

"Now whenever I wanna have speaks with yu....this is how you will perssent
yuhself. On yur belly, and occasionally, I might have you finger diddle yur
hole
and then play switchies in yur mouth...get it? Haaaaa! Hey! Let's try that
out right NOW!  Wet yur finger....now put in yur crack...find yer hole and get
it in there...." Boardie could NOT fucking believe it! Where'd his little bro
learn all'iss shit fum?

"A'kay...now wet a finger on the 'nother hand, and swap, fingers, ass and
mouth....yehhh! Hey yu got it right away, fagtool! Yu queers really get the
'hang' 'a things! HA! Get it...the hang'a things." Ryan laughed at his own
kid-silly joke.

"Awright...now keep doin'at while I tell yuh whut's gonna be." Mickey kept on
finger licking and butthole diddling the whole time Ryan gave him the 'rules'
of the road, so to speak.

"I told the 'rents that we doin' a e'speriment, and we swappin' rooms,
tempory-like. A'course, that part's not true....it's fuckin' permanent, dude!
Me in
this room and you in my old room. Tomorrah, get home here fast as you can, and
start moving all my gear and clothes in here for me. DON'T move yur stuff
out. Yur stuff stays here excep' some stuff I'll tell yuh to move so mom thinks
we actually swapped. But you, my man...big bro....big bro QUEE-YERRR!....you
will have prac'ally nuthin' except whut I letchu have fum in here.

"You will change clothes in here....finish dryin' off fum showers in
here....evvyding...in fuckin' here, for me to see, and tell yu the next ding
yuh can
do!"

Ryan had gotten up and was standing in front of Boardie's turned down head.
He shoved a foot under the older kid's face, wiggled his toes up at Boardie's
lips and the big brother tongue-dug each toe up off the floor and sucked it
into his mouth, dutifully servicing his little brother while he took further
instruction.

"Yuh get no tunes, no TV, no 'puter or phone neider. Any stuff you GOTTA do
on'na 'puter, you come in here and use this but ONLY when I'm here, and yu
gimme all yur id's and passwords, which I'll change, and I will log you on.
I'LL
give you access fum here out. No more emails to friends and stuff. Yur reg'lar
life is O-VERRRR! and dat's wit'a capital 'O'....Lookit! Lookit up here to
me!" When Mick looked up, straining every muscle, to look high above him from
his
belly-down position, there was his brother with his mouth forming a big 'O'
and he was fucking a finger in and out of it to make the point to his brandy
new cocksuckin' big bro.

Boardie could have cried at what was happening to him, and turned his head
nose-first back to the floor.....and to Ryan's feet....and toes.

"Most nights we'll start off in separate rooms at bedtime, but when the
'rents are sleepin', you getcher ass in here and take care'a me.

"Most times, you'll go with me to the bathroom and pull my dick out and hold
it while I piss, then either wipe me off with yer hand and lick it, or wipe me
with a tissue, or lick me off.  At night, we'll have a juice carton in here
for you to hold while I piss, so I don't have to get up and go all the way to
the baffroom. That's if'n you don't drink it right fum da hose, eh,
dicklicker!" Ryan laughed, leaned down and whisked his fingers across his bro's
head
lightly.

"You'll be gettin' yer ass home right quick-like evvy day. No more fuckin'
around at hoops, or witcher buds, and stuff. And no more BUDS! No more cunt,
eithuh. Yu are SHUT FUCKIN' DOWN, dude! LOCK-DOWN! No NUTHIN' fer YU. Some
days,
I'll be wantin' jerked off...others I'll be wantin' sucked off....but most
days, it'll be bowff. Now tonight before you curl up on the floor to sleep,
HA!...forgot dat....no more bed for yu cocksucker.... it'll be floor ridin'
all'a
way. Anyways, I wantchu to jerk me up nice and bony hard, then suck me off till
I shoot mah load, faggot. But that's later, right now I gotta get some'a diss
homework done, so I'll be lying back down on the bed and you just lick my
bowff feet and the toes, too, till I can't stand it no more and needja to get
me
off. So get to it, BIG BRO!" Ryan mocked.

Ryan started to lay back down on the bed, but then, leaned down to Boardie
and with both his hands under Boardie's jaw, he pulled his big brother up as
high as he could and still keep him belly down to the floor and said, "Kiss it,
dude....kiss my dick....Yahhhh....do it mannnnn! 'At's great....ooooh....now
suck just the head and find my piss hole...yehhh..... like 'at...and diddle at
it witcher tongue...Yiiiiii! Yu good, cocksucker! YU ARE GOOOOO-OOOOD!"

Ryan dropped his brother's head suddenly as he pulled away, and Boardie
almost smacked his chin to the floor. As Ryan lay down, he looked down at his
doof
of a big brother, rubbed a bare foot through Mickey's brushcut. "Hump the
floor fucker...lemme see yuh fuck some floor....DO IT dammit!!!!"

Mickey started hunching real fast and rutting up and back tearing hard at the
delicate bare dickskins against the wood floor, making tiny squeaky sounds
under him. After a few seconds, Ryan said, "Lift up...lemme see." Mickey rolled
to his side and his reddened, semi-hard peter had slicked the floor with some
prefuck drizz. "Lick that up faggot. I don't want no queer's goo on MY bedroom
floor!"

Boardie got to all fours and as his tongue snaked out to lap his own boyspoo,
the cell rang Ryan's tune and he said, "Hey...yeh...he's licking some jizz up
right now....then he's gonna chow down on my feet before he blows me tuh
sleep....yehhhh....no....I can't b'lieve it neider...."

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