Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2005 08:28:51 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: The Sneakers.  Chapter 2.

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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 write:
jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. The Sneakers. Chapter
2.


He set his alarm and shut the light. The smell of his cumrag got him on prong
immediately. It also reminded him of the tastes and scents of the afternoon.
As he pushed his boxers to his ankles and spread his legs, he closed his eyes.
'Oh godddddd!' he whispered inside his head, and jerked up on one elbow. He
had closed his eyes and as he pulled on his cock that first time readying to
have his boy shoot for the night, he saw Tony's face! The fucker! He was in
Buddy's head! Then, he started to tear up. He also felt a tingle in the head of
his dick when he thought of Morry and Jake, too!

"Oh, godddddd!" he whispered out loud...."oh
god....I-I-liked....nooooo....can't be....I-needed ...noooo," he denied to himself. His rock hard, seeping
dick did not lie!

He flopped back to the pillow and snapped his head back and forth on it as if
trying to shake the thinks out of it.....to no avail.....he was pulling hard
on his cock....he wanted to cum so bad. Soooooo badddddddd!
Soooooooobadddddddddd!! "Ohhhhhh," he moaned, writhing, snapping his head, rubbing his sensitive
feet bottoms hard into the sheet building heat and friction as he pounded his
fine teen boy dick!

"Ohhhhhhgoddddddddd!!!!" he moaned.

"Not God cocksucker, but I'm sure I'll do!" A shocked Buddy jolted up, but
felt restraining hands to his shoulders and body heat....naked....body heat. His
eyes were wide and his mouth was covered by a hand....

It was quiet again in the house. The strange heat on Buddy's sprawled body
exerted enough pressure to keep him motionless. He soon smelled that
smell....the one he learned that day....the one he smelled as he got into bed....COCK! It
was a cock! It was near enough for him to....smell....for his
lips....to...touch....ohgoddddddd....cock in his mouth!!!!! His hand frigged wildly over his
fuckslopped leaking teenprick!

'Ohgoddddd, how I want this!!!!!!!!' was the echo in his head.

"Yayessssssssss!!!" the voice said, when Buddy's tongue swarshed around the
cockhead that filled his mouth.

The pressing heat pumped Buddy's face and finally.....finally, Buddy
caaaaaamed hard over his knuckles. In the dark, no one got the joy of seeing that
first rope of spunk shoot straight into the air three fucking feet!!!!!

The aftercum glow consumed Buddy as his tongue renewed the joyous, but now
swoony and much slower, deliberate swabbing torment it was giving its owner.

Buddy swooned again...."Ohgoddddd," was the re-echo in his mind "ohgoddddd, I
need this sooo badddddddddd..............."

The Sneakers.  Chapter 2.

He knew it now...he really knew it! He was born for cock! And here it
was....pumping slowly....in...then out....then in again over his slippery tongue. It
was fascinating.... Buddy's tongue was trying to be everywhere on that
face-feeder. "Smuppck! Sccullppf!" was all that was heard in the darkness that
shrouded the two pleasure seekers.

Well, almost, because there were also the constant heaves of breath, sighs,
and the coaxing whispers of, "Yessss....ahhh that's it. Do it...yeh do it. You
know whut tuh do! Yeh, boi, suck that dick. You made for it, faggot....you
made for it! Ahhhhh...."

There was barely a squeak from the bed with such an even and slow rhythm
being played out on it. Whoever belonged to the ever-building heat and pressure on
Buddy's upper body and face was certainly now in a rush to please himself, or
his benefactor.

Buddy seemed so resigned and comfortable with his plight....his future? He
sucked....he licked....he would occasionally swallow the building mix of saliva
and prefuck drowning his swirling taster.

He would feel that extra jolt from his feeder when the tongue pushed the top
of that prick up against the palate of his mouth and it rode ever so slightly
across those ridges, giving it that special thrill.

The hands that held Buddy's head would alternate from holding him steady to
be face-fucked in smoothe, slow, long-cocking thrusts, or pulled gently back
and forth over the rockhard prick in an equally slow tempo.

The silence of the house gave a special heat, an almost eerie energy to the
scene being played out two and a half feet off the floor on the bed in Buddy's
room....and the time for both players seemed to stand still.

Buddy could feel pressure ease and increase on his upper body when the
rutting lower body of his facefucker would clench those sweaty butt cheeks then
release them with each thrust into that moist hot tool tunnel that was Buddy's
mouth.

Then, and suddenly, though silently the knees that had been merely at rest
beside both of Buddy's ears clamped to the side of his head as he experienced
eight quick short butt snaps driving the cockhead to almost his throathole each
time till finally, his head was pulled tight to the root...the pubes...and
held oh so tight.

Buddy was squirming violently trying to get air and then "Awwwwwwcccchhhhhh!"

The golden moment as Buddy's eyes blazed trying to plead in that deep
darkness for life...for air....he was just conscious enough to feel the engorged
prick swell deep in his throat before the pulsing throb that signaled the surge of
sperm shooting straight into his belly.

The shudders of the invisible impaler shimmied the mattress, but Buddy was
quivering so much on that precipice between life and joy that it went unnoticed.

That hand came around Buddy's mouth as the probe retreated, softened slightly
and exited Buddy's gasping, huccing throat.

The impaler new his game. Not a sound.

Two fingers...then a third of the mouth covering hand wormed between Buddy's
lips and over his tongue. Again, the players lose the chance to see those eyes
of Buddy's close to slits in his lust for those tongue smoothing digits. The
'shlkkky' sounds again echo around the room as they did when Buddy was
throat-deep on dick.

He feels a hand come up under his left knee and push his leg high above his
head and back toward the headboard. The hand he held while he voraciously ate
its fingers pulled free from Buddy and soon he felt wet coolness at his tail
crease which rode high off the bed now.

The spitslick fingers rode the trail of Buddy's crease to its inevitable
target....Buddy's finely tuned boybox that had been honed to that of a smoothe
velvet glove all that previous afternoon.

A glove of heat...moist heat that would close on entry to grip a hot tool
with it's delicate membranes so as to bring maximum joy.

The fingers brought raw reality back home to Buddy as the searing pain from
the swollen ring made him squeal in agony, before that hand once again covered
his mouth giving him a thumb to bite.

Soon it was all a numbing heat at his chunnel opening....he would have
expected to see a glow in the room just then, so warm and radiant was the new
feeling as his boy bung became accustomed to its invaders.

First the forefinger....then the middle and finally the ring finger slithered
through Buddy's forgiving pussy petals. There was joy when Buddy's benefactor
felt Buddy scootch his toyboy asshole up onto those fingers...driving them
finally as deep as they could go inside him.

They moved gently round left...then held before rotating round right...and
again and again and again. "Smooopphhhhmmmmm!" was all Buddy swooned from the
absolute wicked lust he felt from those worming joy givers.

Then, ohhhhh....they began a steady, then a relentless, then a driving boy
frigging that Buddy had never felt in his young life! Not even in the cock
reamage of that afternoon did he feel a thrill like he was experiencing now.

He was literally trembling at the end of those fingers. His teenboyhole was
high in the air....his body was a quivering mass from head to toes. His own
cock tingled for attention but his body was unable to move. Its nerve endings had
captured every facet of his being now and there was nothing in life now but
those fingers, their never-ending frigging and the absolute joy they brought to
the fire that was Buddy's hole!!!!

Buddy was whimpering, crying real tears that were streaming down his face
soaking his pillow where only moments before prefuck and spit drool had puddled.

With any change in the fingering of Buddy's hole, the other hand moved Buddy
over to his side and then pulled at and tugged at his waist and hips till he
was completely over on his belly.

The frigging fingers couldn't resist the need to see that beautiful bubble
boi butt rut to them. Buddy's frigger leaned over him and as he whispered,
"Shuuuuussshhhh!" and nuzzled his ear, he switched on the light next to Buddy's
bed.

Back on his knees now, it was Tony....he was getting chicken skin as he
watched Buddy's pretty boy butt squiggle left then right and around on his fingers
that were still frigging him at breakneck speeds. Buddy would rut, and push
back harder on the pistoning digits and then go 'round and 'round again!

Tony just shook his head....in wondrous disbelief.

His cock was like steel. It was leaking a steady stream of shimmering, almost
metallic looking pearly seed.

With his fingers slowed to a stop inside of Buddy, the heat of Tony's body
intensified as the boy laid to Buddy's back. His cock pressed against the
fingers and butthole and then seamlessly replaced the fingers driving completely to
his balls in one smoothe surge.

As he laid prone to Buddy's back, the bottom teen could feel the heat of
Tony's breath on the nape of his neck....then a nuzzling....was that a kiss?
Oooooh Tony bit the right tendon between his shoulder and head in his neck. He
shivered all over.

Tony reached for the switch and turned off the light again. Gently, slowly
and in almost machine-like precision, the steady rhythm of boys in rut began and
held....and held....and held. Hmmmmm...there were occasional interruptions
when Tony just lay on Buddy licking his shoulders, sometimes sticking his tongue
into the teener's arm pits. That's when Buddy pulled his arms up onto the
pillow, and Tony swabbed both the kid's pits for long periods even while joying
his fine boycock in and out of Buddy's glovelike pussy.

Once more it seemed that time stood still as the hours wore on toward
daybreak....and Tony fucked Buddy on into morning. Somewheres in the second hour Tony
cummed his load in body wracking boy shots that rattled the bed and both the
lust filled, fucked out teens.

But Tony just rode the spooge and felt the cum surge up around his tool
inside Buddy before he began to claim Buddy's hole again.

As first light broke through the windows, Tony slipped out of Buddy, waddled
above him to sit on the pillow in front of his face and pulled at Buddy's hair
to crane his neck up and onto the cum-slopped tool to take his morning
feeding.

Buddy looked up the boy's body till he finally could see the boy that had
taken, had consumed his whole being that night. He smiled with that fevered prick
spread wide across his lips under his nose. His face continued to bob on it
as he stared into Tony's blank...was that serious? face. In short order Tony
was rutting face and cumming in Buddy's mouth like he hadn't shot a load in a
month!

Cum was drooling out of both corners of Buddy's mouth, and even over the top
of the pumping prick and yet Buddy was trying to swallow all he could of
Tony's cream of teen.

Tony's hands pressed gently to Buddy's puffed out cheeks as the boy continued
to suck and swallow.

In a way he wasn't surprised when he felt Tony just tense up, and start to
piss in his mouth. He was much more gentle that morning than he was the previous
day, and controlled it so Buddy could suck down every drop with messing his
bed.

When he was drained, he pulled back and out of Buddy's lusting, upturned face
and taking his fine nearly six inches of cock at the root and head, he pushed
it sideways against Buddy's lips. Buddy opened his mouth and Tony pushed the
thickness of it between his teeth and said, "Bite down a
little....more....yehhh...harder....yesssss!!!! Now lick too! Yehhhhh!" Tony gasped with the
fabulous feel on his fine, hard smooth prick.

Then in a lurch and a flop he was next to Buddy on the bed telling the young
dude to go get a hot towel, and soap to clean his body.

Buddy's naked bubble butt swagged out of the room in the still quiet house
and soon returned with the requisite items. He proceeded to towel wash his boy
master who rolled over and back a few times on the sheets and then up and back
to dry himself, before pointing at the clothes on the floor where he had
stripped after his secret entry during the night.

Buddy dressed Tony who laid on his back on the bed with his arms folded
behind his head, smiling at his boy fucktool.

Buddy got the first tinge of discomfort since Tony squatted over him that
night, when he realized the socks, boxers, jeans, shirt and jacket he was putting
on Tony...were his own things. For a moment his sadness overwhelmed him and
there were tears welling his eyes.

Tony kipped-up and popped to the floor to his feet. Standing upright off the
side of the bed, he pulled Buddy's naked body between his knees and with a
hand to a shoulder, and finger in Buddy's mouth, he asked, "Who you b'long to?"

Buddy glowed, and with difficulty talking around the finger in his mouth,
said,  "Uuuu, thfur!"

Tony smiled broadly, opened his fly, fished his cock out and had Buddy kiss
the head. "Goooooood. Goooood boyyy!"

"There's t'ings fer you to learn, and ahm the one tuh teach yuh. We gonna be
making money with you now and again, hear? But you always my boy...my
cocksucker."

Buddy didn't know what he meant, completely, but he DID know he was Tony's
boy....and as Tony slipped out of the room before any alarms went off, Buddy
lusted after his  tight butt swaggering in HIS own jeans.

Buddy jumped back up and laid down where Tony had been. He smooshed his face
where Tony wiped his body dry....where his flexing butt cheeks clenched on his
pillow, and finally he sniffed and licked where Tony's feet were on his sheet.

He flipped over, threw his feet in the air and beat his dick like crazy till
he shot and shot and ............ shot!


After school, on the day after his whole life had changed forever, Buddy
shuffled on home with the other kids like normal, and got a tinge of
uncertainty...maybe...was it fear? as he turned onto his street alone to walk the two
blocks to his apartment house.

He knew he surely would see Morry, Tony and Jake again and maybe get roughed
up again. But after what happened with Tony over night, he half expected that
nobody would jump him.

He was right! Not a soul!

He got to his house, and reached for his key. His heart-stabbed! NO KEY!
THAT'S how Tony got in the night before. He never got the key back when Tony
opened the door for the four of them the day before.

He absently turned the knob of the door...it was OPEN! Relieved but also
worried that they had been robbed, he slipped in the door quietly, but left it
open in case he had to run away from an intruder.

He tip-toed his way around through the kitchen, then a quick look into the
living room and up the hall. Nothing.

He started down the hall then stopped and started to back up. He heard voices
he thought. He listened again. Definitely voices. He started up the hall
again and since the door to all the rooms seemed open, he figured he could get a
look in to which ever room the voices were coming from and if it was burglars,
he could haul ass through the open front door.

As it turned out, the voices were from his own room. Though the voices were
somewhat muffled, he was sure one voice belonged to Tony. As he got close
enough to hear, he did hear Tony...."Shurrr! He'll do it. I promise it'll be money
well spent...you'll be thanking me tuhmorrah...swear."

Shaking like a leaf, Buddy, feeling a little like a waif grammar school kid,
walked into his own room which had been taken over by a kid his own age and
had made him a slave in his own house! Buddy wasn't even thinking what this had
become....how bizarre it was!

"Hey, boy...come meet my friend, Joe." Buddy gave a weak smile and nod to a
kid who loomed larger by half than both Tony and himself. The dude hadda be six
foot, and closing on 200 pounds with not an ounce of fat on him...it looked
like all muscle and rock.

Joe said, "Hey, kid," and held out his hand. Turning to Tony, he said, "Hey
you right....I like the look of him, alright....can we get to it?" he was
reaching in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled $5 bill, handing it to Tony.

Tony smiled and motioned for Buddy to sit on the bed next to him. As he did,
Tony put an arm around his shoulder and said, "'Member when I said, we gotta
work tuhgether now that you my property?" he asked, squeezing Buddy's shoulder.
Buddy nodded, shrinking inside himself.

"Well, this is the first installment of our new partnership, Buddyboi. He
needs suckin'...and you the cocksucker....so let's getchu ready, hear?"

Buddy was crazed and shaking and scared, and totally inside Tony's arms being
stripped in front of this strange, big dude!

"Mahhhhnnnn!" Joe growled, on seeing the trembling kid pushed to his knees
balls naked. "He looks so nice and smoothe and pinky like, just like a fine
tuned cunt! He's so pretty-like, it's like he oughta be shaved of 'em pubes, yuh
know?"  Buddy was so scared he was falling into Tony there on the floor on his
knees. Joe was rubbing the front of his pants real hard now.

Tony eased Buddy up against Joe's pants leg and fly, and said, "G'head, kid.
Like you know how. Open him up boy....take him out and EN-JOYYYYY!" Tony
bellowed giving a high slap to Joe's hand as Buddy's shaking fingers reached for
the jeans button. The jeans had an all steel button fly, so with one hard pull,
you could open 'em all at once.

Buddy wasn't used to that and when they seemed to pop open like silenced
machine gun shots, and Joe's 8 inch fucking cock slab flopped out, Buddy caught a
breath in his throat.... Joe wore no underwear.

He didn't have time to even think about anything. Joe's big mitt came up
behind Buddy's head and cupped it into that hot mandick of his. It was funky...not
over smelly. The scent of cum and piss...was unmistakable.  The cum scent
seemed very intense. He was thinking the guy must have beat off in school that
day. He was cut, with a huge bulbous cockhead helmet that was getting bigger and
redder by the second.

It felt so big and hot to Buddy's squashed lips. The sludge puddling in the
pisshole mashed and spread against Buddy's cheek.

It was weird. He held it sideways just like Tony had done that morning and
pushed it against his lips and told him to chew at it before licking all around
it.

Joe's big hands muscled the smaller kid's face all over his cock and balls.
Then he twisted Buddy around and underneath his balls to lick everything he had
in his dark zone. He pushed Buddy's face against the edge of the mattress and
turned shoving his buttcrack right into the teenboi's face and mouth.

Tony was giving hints and instructions to Buddy...and at this point he told
him to tongue up the big dude's crack.

Joe was wild. It was all a new adventure with Joe, so after the initial
gruff, "Let's get it!" he sort of left it up to Tony to guide his pleasure.

In short order, Joe was bucking out of control on his heels as half his
monster thrasher was sucked better than any girl ever blowed him since he got his
first hummer at 9 years old.

Joe finally lost it all and fell over onto the bed pounding his pud through
Buddy's mouth till he screamed bloody murder and blowed streams of rope-shot
into Buddy, such that it poured off the kid's swollen lips to the floor.

Tony had stood up to watch the lumbering hulk flop, and buttsnap Buddy's face
from behind.

Tony even got a kick when he saw that Buddy must have had his breath stifled
'cause he was pounding his fists into Joe's thighs and sides while he was
being fuck-pummeled by the big dude.

Watching that flexing butt in rut, and the struggling naked Buddy underneath
almost brought Tony off without touching himself.

Tony was all business then, and started tugging on Joe, saying, "Okay,
guys...that's it...the whole load. Let's clean up and clear out, eh?"

Joe struggled up to his feet, trying to fit the oversized still engorged
peter in his pants as he turned away and to the door. Tony patted his shoulder and
said, "Glad to oblige yur needs, mah man. You can make further arrangements
with me at school."

Tony watched the kid stumble out in his aftercum haze, and then turned back
to Buddy, who couldn't look him in the eye.

Tony didn't coddle Buddy. He just sat on the kid's bed, opened his pants and
fed him.

As he left, he called back, "I'm sleeping here again tonight, but don't wait
up," he said with a big shit eating grin. He followed that by flipping a key
to Buddy. His old house key.
Buddy was pleased he didn't have to tell his mom he lost it.

Tony patted his pocket for the one he'd had duplicated from it for his own
use and pulled out the $5 bill Joe'd given him....and kissed it.

Tony shuffled off down the hall to the kitchen like he owned the place.
Grabbing a beer the loss of which Buddy would have to find answers to, he headed
for the door. Buddy heard the door close.

He staggered up to his feet. His knees were sore and wobbly. He needed to
wash out his mouth and get Joe's funk off his face. He had the look of a zombie
in the mirror. He splashed water on his face and sucked right out of the faucet
gargling the dregs of teen curd, spitting out and wiping dry.

A little better for the wear, he was walking more stably back into his room.
Whirling as he reached the bed, he flopped onto his back and went for his
peter. His legs came up as the twitching tingles brought the kid hard and near a
cum so fast.

His thoughts of the night before when he was asking himself if he needed the
attention his new 'friends' were giving him since the afternoon before...those
thoughts and images...the scents...the funk it all came back and he was
pounding his prick absently, eyes squeezed shut, his toes curled under with the
foot bottoms pressed together making a large diamond shape of his legs on the bed.

'POPKFFF!' No doubt about it....it was pop-top can!

"Whuuu-uuuh??!" Buddy stopped in mid-jack, his teen pud throbbing in his
fingers....now wilting....he stared at the large figure leaning against the door
jamb.

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