Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2009 09:11:43 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: The Sneakers.  Chapter 23.

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descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual
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Chapter  23

Fum las' time, at Boardie and Ryan's house....the 'rent's bedroom
When Ryan turned his cheek up like a puppy having his ears diddled, Axl
slipped two fingers....and then a third, into Ryan's mouth. The toy dude sucked
them in and drooled over them and onto his dad's pillow. Takedown complete! Ryan
belonged to Axl....anytime
.....anywhere....anyplace.....for always....in alllllll waaaaaaaaays!!!!!

Axl's spent body went limp over the quivering length of Ryan's. Their
sweat-sealed fuck made them melt into one boyness for that long moment. That moment
of sheer pleasure for every young dude.

Axl finally rolled onto his back and gripped Ryan by the scruff pulling him
over and down to his cock to clean off the ooze and sticky there. Ryan tongued
off the cock that just gave him so much pleasure, and he got to suck off the
taste of his asshole and enjoy his own personal inner funk.

Ryan had slipped into another dimension. In his deflowering he was made into
a whole 'nother boy....he wasn't knowing it....wasn't thinking it for
sure....there wasn't much left of him at this point to think with. It was a
feel....the feels of....was it satisfaction? ....was it completion? ....or was it
maybe....that feeling when you know you don't have to worry about or plan
anything?.....not a care....just be there to give pleasure....wow! Could it be Ryan was
feeling..............owned??! Or was it the image he seemed to have of
himself......like he was looking into a mirror on the ceiling and his legs were
splayed out....his dripping asshole wide open....a smiling Axl gripping and
regripping that handsome cock that made Ryan whole...............

Axl left Ryan to contemplate it all as he headed for the shower, a quick
dryoff and his clothes to hit the road.

He coursed the nabe and seemed to be floating across his little piece of the
world with nary a thought. He was content with the knowings that he, in fact,
ruled his little piece of the action.

His hands shoved deep in cargo pockets, he whistled nothing in particular as
he came down his street toward his house. He had 'laid' waste to three fine yo
ung tails that day, and was unbelievably still fucking itchy.....for more. He
was remembering the image of Ryan splayed out on his 'rent's bed as he went to
shower. He couldn't help question himself for leaving  without even joining
the rest of the boys ganging Ry's bro, Boardie, in the living room downstairs.

Mannnnn! He was boned like morning wood! He was already figuring maybe he
would line up Brock for the next training session of his gang boys. But that
would have to be later....
this was now! The more he dwelled on his cock the harder that fucktool got.

'Wait a minute!' he thought to himself as he approached his house. The
neighbor kid....Bobby....was outside practicing grounders off the garage wall with
his baseball mitt and a tennis ball.

Axl always ignored Bobby, sort of the way you do with a brother or
sister....like something you have to live with but don't have to talk to. The two
families were close enough to get together on occasion, but the boys....neither Axl,
nor his big brother ever said 'Boo!' to Bobby.

As his gait slowed passing Bobby's place, his prick pulsed and that telltale
tingle twitched his cockhead. He turned toward Bobby and watched....waiting
for a moment. Then he slowly inched up to where Bobby was and they both stopped
to take each other in.

"Want me to throw you a few practice grounders?" Axl asked.

Bobby lit up. He never had anyone to play with and this would be golden!
"Yahhh, would'ja?"

Nodding and moving out into the yard he motioned for Bob to throw the ball
and Bobby took his stance like an infielder with the pitch....legs spread and
bent, bouncing on his toes his hands out and his upper body in a standing crouch.

The first few were just a little left and right of Bobby and he handled them
easily with good throws to Axl who barehanded them after the pickups.

The next few were tougher, and on the last one, way to his right, he was a
blur getting to it, he backhanded it, jumped, whirling airborne, and threw the
imaginary runner out. Axl yelled, "Yahhhh! Great play!"

Bobby was flushed and gave a sheepish shy smile in acknowledgment.

Axl threw a 'pop up' too far over Bobby's head, to which Bobby complained. Ax
shrugged and did it again. Bobby was running his butt all over the yard and
started madding up at Axl for not giving him a shot to catch them by
overthrowing them.

"Fuck you, asshole!" Axl barked. "If yuh was a good'un, yuh'da caught 'em!"

The next one was a line drive type throw Bobby didn't have a chance at, and
he threw his mitt at it and chased after Axl who ducked as Bobby dove to tackle
him, whereupon Axl kicked him flat, square in the ass, and ran up towards the
front of Bobby's house.

With Bobby in pursuit they plowed on through the doorway and Axl turned
around and shoved Bobby ahead of him into the hallway.

The second the boys were inside Bobby's house, Axl gave the kid a sneaker
flat tripping the stumbling boy to the floor, whereupon he knee-dropped him in
the back and executed a half-nelson, driving his face to the floor grinding it
into the carpet.

Bobby couldn't believe how fast he was taken! He wasn't as big as Axl, but he
was one of the bigger of the kids in Axl's nabe, and could handle himself in
a fight, too.

"Whuuuu-uhhhh-huhhhhhh.....!???" Bobby feared up in disbelief and his having
the breath practically knocked out of him.

"DON'T fight, Bobby!" Ax growled through clenched teeth. "Diss is whut we
fightin' dammit! Dem big fuckers.....they jump us, make us scared and
huhmillerate us! D'ju hear 'bout 'em dudes last week whut got stripped in the mall in
fronna ten girls an' hadda jack each'n'uther off and then lick up their stuff
when all'em gurls was gigglin' an' pinchin' an' ticklin' at 'em? Yuh want dat fer
us?" Axl cried out, while he stripped Bobby's pants and boxers off his ass
baring his butthole.

He sticked two fingers into Bobby's mouth, pressing the tips into his cheek
and against the floor. Soon the kid was licking them and the drool was running
down his chin and Ax's wrist. Axl made a powerful trainer!

Axl had gotten so into the takedown for the purpose of training his 'team'
that he was now broadening his horizons by apparently using the same
explanations and techniques with any kid he came in contact with.

Bobby was a new act in this game, being a kid he all but ignored for years.
Now, here he was 'breaking the young dude in' to the ways of self preservation
against the evils of upperclass punks at school.

It was weird as Bobby seemed to give to Axl's bold abuse. He had been
something of a loner all this time, and was one of those who fades into the
wallpaper, alone in a crowd. So, in a crazy way, being faceplanted by Axl was getting
attention from a peer he never got before. LOL....pretty rough 'attention'.

And for Axl's part, horny fucker that he was, three takedowns in one
afternoon was a bit much in spite of a young teen's ever present pocket rocket.

Bobby's submission surprised Axl, too, who expected a bit more of a battle
given Bobby's near equal size.

The fact that the immediate floor decking knocked the wind out of the kid had
to play a big part....not to mention his running the kid ragged in the yard
with the ball.....and, the carpet grinding of his face....but still....there
was something else.

Axl pulled out of the 'nelson' hold and slipped his hand under Bobby's
sqwarshed body.....'Ahhhhhhhhh', Ax smiled knowingly....Bobby was hard as steel with
his neighbor boydude sprawled over top of him. He was getting off on this!

'Ha!' Axl thought....'mebbe I gots me a cockslave! This dumbshit's gonna look
cool hangin' off my prod morning, noon and night....home AND school.
Yahhhhh....I can't wait to get him wolfin' prick out in the yard....the park....on the
end of a leash....and oh yeh, the fuckin' BEACH! Mmmm mmm  mmmm! Sweet!
Suh-weeeee-eeeet!!!!'

Axl's spiit-slopped fingers slipped from Bobby's tongue to his tail where
they wormed around slowly but determinedly between the boy's cheeks until the
first finger began to disappear into Bobby's dark, moist thrill-hole.

"Errrrmmmfffff!" groaned the young dude and his butt clenched as he hunched
hard into the floor.

"Relax!" SUHLAPPPP! Axl barked as he slapped Bobby's ass so hard, the clench
increased at first and then the poor doof fell limp with a heaving sigh....

Axl smiled....the second finger slipped right in next to the first and he
wasted no time twisting his wrist all around left, then right and over again and
again, as he steadily eased the slippery diggers deeper into Bobby's tight
dugout.

Axl's dick pronged hard in his boxers and jeans and was already oozing
prefuck against his lower belly.

"Ohhhphh! Unhh! Nnnngh!" grunted the new 'trainee'.

Axl pulled at his belt and jeans button. Unzipped, he fished his rod out and
fitted the head to the spot underneath his worming friggers. He thrilled at
the feel of his cock sliding into Bobby as his fingers slipped out. He was so
excited at the new feels he nearly shot his wad!

He exhaled deep and slowed his play till the pulsing in his cockhead
subsided. He loved the sight of his boy meat disappearing through the cheeks of his
trainees. It was an extra bonus when he pulled back after the initial
fuck'sertion and the dude's inner tail skins were sucking to his peter like that toy ass
didn't wanna lose the sensation of that cock!

"Yeeeeeeeeecccchhhh!!!!! Uhhhhh! OHHHHH! Ohgohhhh! Ohgodohgodohgod!" Bobby
wailed.

"Diss is da reamin' yuh gonna get fum 'em pukes at school! Get tuh KNOW it,
dude! They fuck yuh brains out and come back fuh more, gangbangin' yer ass till
it's smush!"

"'Iss'll hepp yuh know whut tuh 'speck, and how tuh take it! I'll be helpin'
all I can so's yuh know yuh gots a fren'," Axl made up the story.

Bobby's tears wet the carpet as he took his first dick, and then was
bounce-fucked so hard, his lower body was coming up off the floor and slamming back
down again and again.

Even still pretty much dressed, with his jeans still on, your mouth would
still water at the sight of that toy bubble butt, flushing out the seat of his
pants while he ham-slammed him some pinky-white boy tail!

Axl laid full length onto Bobby's nakedness. He could smell his neck
skins....his hair....and their cheeks rubbed before Axl bit into Bobby's
ear.....annnnnnnnnnnd tongued it!

There it was!

Maybe the first time Axl had let himself go! Bobby's head turned and now his
ear was wide open to Ax who licked into it and sucked it into his mouth
entirely! He never lost a beat as his butt seemed to be working off another cable
and kept snap-fucking the neighbor boy's young ass with reckless abandon.

Bobby turned his head up....he opened his mouth making his inner moaning more
audible, and he seemed to be trying lick...no....KISS....his captor-fucker
boy!!!!

He licked at Axl's cheek and chin!

Axl released the boy's ear and seemed to be surveying the face and toungue be
neath him, before pulling up and away from Bobby's searching, sucking tongue.

He didn't kiss! HE FUCKIN' DID NOT KISS!!!!!!

H-m-m-m-m-m-m.......

Back to the fuck at hand, the young leader of boys took to bounce-fucking his
charge once again. He was literally banging the air out of the kid with every
pummel-pounding he gave him.

The tell-tale moment....that moment every boy can barely wait for....the
twitch...the tingle..the surge of cum came upon Axl as he held himself tense in
mid-stroke            then sank deep into Bobby as he seeded the young hole for
its first time!

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohhhff! Take...take it yu bitch!  Faggot!
Ohhhhhhsooooogoooooooood! So gooooood!" Axl wheezed barely loud enough to hear.

He lay shaking on top of a heaving Bobby....his cock pulsing the ebbing ooze
a boy's dreams are made of inside the kid.  Their heads nudgled up against
each other, cheek to cheek pasted together in their cooling sweat.

"Oooooohhhhhmmmmmuh-uh-uh!" Bobby grunted into a moan. His boyfucker was
rutting his hole yet again!

"Errrrngnhhhh!" strained Axl as he lifted up and his sated tool eased
sloppily, 'Pphwoook!' from Bobby's cum sticky hole.

He pulled Bobby back to him across the carpet on his belly before flipping
him over and straddling the toy fuckdoof.

He laid his cummy dick on Bobby's lips and nose. "Open up faggot! Clean off
yer tutor! 'Iss'a least yuh can do fer me giving yuh the learns to hannel
yuhself when yuh get jumped. Lick it! Lick me off, dirthole!"

Bobby's nose wrinkled and his eyes squinted from the scent of his own bunger
coating the cummed-up cock laid to his face.

Impatient at the stalling, Ax grabbed they sides of the kid's head by the
ears and to his screams he yanked the face into his sticky tool. With a hand to
his dickhead he shoved it past the boy's lips and onto his tongue.

Soon, Bobby was humm-sucking buddydick like he was borned to it!

It must have been as much a thrill to Bobby as it was to Axl when he felt the
near-teen stalk hard up again in his mouth and rub across his tongue and his
palate at the same time.

Axl humped a few strokes into the boy's head, before slapping his face and
holstering his dick, zipping up and standing.

With a sneakered foot to Bobby's naked belly, and while he buttoned up and
buckled his belt, he instructed Bobby to come to his bedroom that night after
his folks went to sleep. "When yor house goes dark, shitears, I 'speck yu to be
crawling bareass across the yard and intuh my window! Yor trainin' goes on
tonight! Hear??!"

Bobby was scared.

All the images implied by acting on Axl's order made him shiver. But he dare
not disobey.

"Y-Y-Yessss-sirr!" Bobby answered.

His arm crossed over his bareness as he watched Axl turn and leave.

The door slammed shut and Bobby could hear Axl's whistle as he walked across
the yard toward his own house.

He looked down at his bareness....his nakeds. The bald shame of it! He'd been
face-planted and bared naked by another boy in his own living room! He'd been
fucked senseless! He'd licked a boy's prick! Now....nowwwwwwwwww he had to be
ready to face it all again in the middle of the night at the hands of the
fucking prick who'd made his quiet, unassuming life a misery in just 30 minutes!

As he lay there remembering what he just had happen to him, his butt
clenched.....he felt  Ax's spooge seeping into the carpet and cool-wetting his butt.
He could taste his own funk, and Axl's cum on his lips...and his
tongue....slipped out and across his lips before sucking the tastes back into his mouth. He
tasted Axl. He tasted Axl.

HE TASTED AXL!

His boy stalk grew and snapped hard to his belly....'Ohhhhh' he said to
himself.....'Ohhhhh!'
gripping his peter he pulled and then again, and soon was pumping a load of
boygoo all over his chest....and, oh mannnnnn....he fingered into his own cum
for the first time ever.....and licked it off!

He scooped more....and more! And licked and licked! "Ohhhhhh!" he cried out
to the big empty room. "Ohhhhhhh!" he cried out again. "Ohhhhh,
Axllllllllllll!!!!!"

Ha! Ohhhhh, yehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Fum las' time at Buddy's place Tony was arranging every fuckin' body's lives
for the foreseeable future.

JR and his dad stepped from the shower and Beth crawled out taking the towel
Chris handed her, and she dried father and son so very gently, kissing both
their skins, nipples and cocks one more time.

Soon, they were dressed while arranging loft time downtown with Tony for JR's
initiation into the world of seedy sex, and setting up a time for the car to
be delivered and for Beth to start as the Saturday upstairs maid and fuckbitch
the following week.

Tony made sure that Beth's services would be paid for, in advance, in cash to
Tony each Saturday when Chris picked her up. "No prob," Chris said.

He'd also arrange for the legalities of the car transfer, so Tony would be
able to use it right off, and Chris was handling the insurance arrangements.
Warren would pay that from the second shift he was going to work on his regular
job....and Beth's second job as well, for that matter.

Tony snickered to himself at how it looked as if he was dialing for dollars
like some politician.

It was late afternoon when the apartment finally got squared away and Beth
was ordered to start dinner. Tony played the tape back for a while in the living
room while Buddy crouched on his haunches at his feet waiting for orders

The family members, and Tony, too, spent their at-home time naked mostly.
Warren was assigned to help Beth in the kitchen and set the table. Warren had to
keep his cock hard all the time but was not allowed to touch his wife or to
cum. Tony was setting up so that only he would sit at the table for meals
anymore....and in a generous moment, Buddy would join him.

Neither of the  'rents would eat until Tony was done. Buddy could eat when
Tony did, but only on his knees at Tony's feet under the table. Beth and Warren
were only to serve them until Tony was done and he would determine whether
they would eat at all at any mealtime.


In the car on the way home, Chris held up a hand for JR to slap and they
cheered each other: "We gonna have a reg'lar fuck bitch right in our own house!
YAHHHHHHHHH!" they howled as they veered onto the highway.

"I love yuh Dad! Yu da best dad a kid could have!" JR raved. "We gonna have
the funnest times!"

Chris was excited at the turn of events, and he got goosebumps when JR
praised him. He was thinking how rare it was for a dad to have his kid even talk to
him, let alone praise him. He felt all warms inside at what he'd achieved.

He got a special thrill thinking of when they would set up JR's little
brother for his first fuck. Chris rubbed his blood-engorged cock in his pants at the
thought, and decided he couldn't wait....they'd get the kid laid the first
Saturday that they had the Bethcunt at the house. Chris was trembling thinking
of the taping he'd do of the boys stuffing Beth's holes, swapping slots,
gang-banging her, and he was picturing himself sitting over Beth's belly and humping
his poker up between her pinky-smoothe tits, the thrill of being present at
the moments of his boys becoming men, annnnnnnnnnd recording it for them to
relive over and over................JR had to grab the wheel when the dazed Chris
drifted off the road in a fog of tits, and ass, his sons, and sex,
annnnnnnnnnnnd FUCK!!!!

The days and hours flew by and here it was nearly midweek, and a trembling JR
stumbled off the bus near the 'loft'. His clammy hands deep into his cargo
pants pockets, his days of pent up thrills and excitement had turned to nervous
torment and fear.

He approached the big metal door and started to pull his hand from his pants
to grab the handle. Then he spun and turned away beating a retreat toward the
bus stop when Tony, who had been watching his initiate from a doorway across
the street came right up behind the quaking JR and with an arm around his
shoulders, guided him back to the omenous door to an unknown future.

Up the steep staircase they trudged, still arm to shoulder. The door
screeched open in that eerie, scraping sound of metal on metal echoing across the
massive top floor loft.
The scent of sex wafted up the scared boy's nostrils immediately. Even as he
felt somewhat repulsed, his teenboy pecker pulsed in his boxers, his breath
short.

Tony coaxed JR forward to the 'reception' sofa where Mugg was stationed in
his usual place to perform the meet and greet.

The gruff looking large dude, reached a hand to the nape of JR's neck and
squeezed as he pulled the quivering boy to him.

"So, Master Tony....whut have yuh brungged us?" Mugg quipped with the
sneering smile of a pillaging pirate.

"He is JR, Mugg. He is to be initiated in the ways and lore of the 'Loft',"
Tony responded. It all sounded very formal and ritualistic, yet all knew it was
nothing of the sort.

Mugg smiled at Tony, then turned sternly to JR, and groused about JR's
apparent high breeding. "Dem clothes boy....ditch 'em fer the rack," Mugg said
pointing to a rack of a sparce few well appointed duds by the entry-way wall. The
likes of our clientele don't have means to be dressed like'at, and yurs will be
'donated' to the less forturrate.... unnerstan'?"

JR was afraid now....afterall....his clothes....what he came with....they
defined what he is....would they be putting him to the street naked in the end?
He was thinking of his dad....his friends at school....and goddddd....his
pissant of a brother. The shame....the laughing and pointing....whutttt....????

Mugg let him stew with his fingers undoing his belt so very slowly, his mind
a whirl of the disgrace he perceived would be his future.

But then, he put a large hand to the kid's trembling shoulder and pointed to
another rack of clothes....old and ragged, but clothing just the same.
"THAT....is what yu'll wear home, kid. You din't think we was gonna send yuh home
nekked didjuh?" Mugg asked with a gurgling laugh.

"Yuh...uh....n-no...sir....I 'mmm jus'...." stammered the boy, but Mugg
interrupted by circling his hands indicating for JR to get the clothes off,
quick-like.

JR did that, and in spite of his uncontrolled shaking, he stood naked save
for his footie socks before Mugg after hanging his forever-lost-to-him clothes
neatly on the rack.

Mugg shook his head, and pointed to JR's feet...."Socks, too, boy. Diss ain't
no Sunday-go-to-meetin' dress-up game."

Alternating standing on each foot, he yanked the last of his suburban aura
from his feet and rushed to the rack to place them with his sneaks, rushing back
breathless, his cock flopping against his thighs.

Mugg liked that. He gripped JR by his flopping 'tag' and pulled him to him in
a tongue seeking search for JR's tonsils. The big guy's breath overwhelmed
the smaller teen and he found his back arching....his chest spooning to Mugg's
chest as he came off the floor in all his naked-boy splendor....Mugg's first
two fingers had hooked up into JR's tailhole and the rest of the large hand
cupped under JR's butt pulling the boy up eye-to-eye with the much larger Mugg.
"Mmmmmmm, tasty. Tasty indeed," declared Mugg as the two swapped spit.

Mugg pressed against the back of JR's head, and their faces melded into
one.....gasping, snorfing for air as they literally consumed each other. JR was
taken by the pure lust of it all. He'd never felt like that in all his young life
and his steeled prick sent Mugg that exact message as it surged up higher and
higher against Mugg's upper belly.

Mugg released JR to lay full length and face up on the couch. He crouched
between the needing boy's now raised and splayed legs. He fit three fingers over
JR's tongue. Mannnnnn! What a sight! The kid's mouth was three feet wide open
to receive his new master's digits. His mouth looked like an old Oldsmobile
grill!

Then, with spit drooling and stringing from Mugg's fingers, he pasted the
spittle to JR's teentoytail and sank two of them up inside the boy as he lurched
forward over JR and licked the kid's face from under his neck, over his chin,
lips, nose, eyes and into his short jockboy hairs.

JR licked Mugg, craning his neck to paste his tongue and lave under his chin
and down over the adam's apple.

Mugg was pushing his jeans from his hips and readying his poker for pleasings.

Mugg smiled when he felt JR's tongue swab his neck and looked deep into JR
through the boy's eyes at that moment....pecking a kiss to the kid's lips as his
manly truncheon sank it's fully, blood-swolled length up into JR to such a
blood curdling cry of pain that amidst all the debauchery then in progress
across the cavernous loft, there grew and built a mounting applause till it was an
absolute roar of approval.

Ahhhhh!!!! Go forth and proclaim: JR has been initiated!

Oh yes he was....and again, and again and yet again and again Mugg pounded
JR's toytail into hamburger. The kid alternately, licked, then bit, then kissed
the arms of his cock-fucking benefactor. He was being driven to a whole new
place and and and....he      didn't     want     to     come      back     again!

Tony smiled and patted the bottoms of JR's upturned feet which had crossed at
the ankles behind Mugg's neck. As he passed the growing line of 'takers' for
JR's ass, the grunts and moans of their mounting pleasure and inevitable dual
climax warmed Tony's cockles. He strutted naked across the floor in search of
Buddy who he'd sent up ahead of JR's arrival.

Tony gave himself an 'air medal', buffing his knuckles to his chest after
blowing on them when he found the aforementioned Buddy in mid-debauch. He had a
pretty young bitch under his undulating body. His toes curled up behind him as
his buttcheeks flexed and flushed. Tony stopped to watch the manboy's balls
slapping up against the girl's ass as he rose, bent-kneed and higher, driving
straight down into that juicy velvet pussy glove. Tony thought it was a nice
touch that Buddy had sunk a diddling finger up the cunt's ass as well! The kid
was actually diddling his own dick from the inside!

Yet another girl was leaning from the side over Buddy's back licking at his
tailcrease. Even Tony shivered all over at the image of the thrills Buddy was
feeling.

Tony's mind wandered some as he mused over how he would introduce Buddy's
dad, Warren, to the loft. Warren's time would be totally in service to the other
'lofters', but he had yet to formulate such a setup.

He also wondered 'What of Boardie?' He had half-expected to see the young
dude who played that early role in the 'education' of Buddy. There was no sign of
him, and no one Tony asked seemed to have seen him for days....maybe weeks.

At that point he was distracted by three cunt sprawled across a
mattress....clearly in need of dick.....he would certainly oblige.

It was already being a hot day for the three boydudes, and it was spent
fuckingly.


At end, Tony and Buddy were dressed and bounding out the door for the bus.
Tony, with visions of the car JR's dad, Chris, was going to be delivering that
week; and Buddy, with the soothing smoove of cunt still tingling the entire
hang of his still semi-hard dick.

Even with the image of himself behind the wheel, Tony still licked some of
the scent of bitch on his lips as he whistled off down the street, hip-bumping
the younger Buddy.

JR would be making his own way home sooner....or....maybe later. When Tony
passed him there was still a line of dudes to continue the 'initiation'. It
didn't look like JR had the pleasure of any loft pussy yet....though some bitches
had come over to get a taste of the new meat. From the look of it, JR was
going to be at least as big a fave as Buddy had become....and as 'Boardie' had
been before his having gone missing.

As they waited for the bus, for his part, Buddy cherished these odd moments
when Tony would allow him to be his own boy, and when Tony himself dropped his
guard to be his own real self. There were times Buddy wanted to smother Tony
with his lips and tongue and just love him so much. But Tony always stayed up
tight....never   NEVER   kissed....and never sucked dick     or ate ass....  He
was mostly all 'business', and his cock was his training tool.

As horned as he was with those three cunt at the loft, dropping load with and
for all three.....he couldn't have been oblivious to the pure ecstasy of the
boy sex games he'd created in the ever widening circle of his conquests. He
sure wasn't short for ass at home....he fucked the Bethmommie most nights with
Warren and Buddy right in the room, and often right on the bed eating of the
goods in play. Horns like Tony grew in the loft don't come by without extra
stimulation in spite of his being at that perfect prime of male sex drive! Would
he ever let go and really share give and take with other boys?

Gay boys didn't have a corner on the same-same love'traction, as some might
think. Modern times had changed all that and boys were more and more showing
their friendship in more pointed ways than would ever have been accepted just a
few short years ago....it was becoming a straight boy coming out party of
sorts, everywhere you looked.....'Boys and Love: It's not just a gay thing.'
Hmmmm, sounds like a Nifty story title, eh?

Anyways, the boys made their way home to Buddy's, well, 'Tony's' place now,
and Buddy didn't need to be told to get naked and await direction. Since the
'rents were now working two shifts and two jobs respectively, Tone had the mom
make up dinner the kids could heat up....so Tony's first order to Buddy, was to
heat some dinner for their horny fuckmaster selves after a 'hard' day at the
loft. Tony had skipped school that day, but Buddy went. Tony was thinking that
Buddy's school time was a waste. He should be selling the kid's ass instead
of having him sit on it all day in that shithole of a school.
This family was now Tony's 'business' after all.  Hmmm...he thought of having
Joe start Buddy in a round of boy-peddling at the mall....and maybe the
burger joints....and the porno store!

Tony took a short nap till Buddy finished heating up the dinner. He let Buddy
eat at the table this time.

When Warren and Beth arrived after their late nights, Tony had Buddy usher
them into the bedroom, and while there was no dinner for the Bethmommie....once
they were naked Warren was allowed to eat...pussy!

Tony wanted her moistened up for him before he 'plowed the north 40!'

It was a family bed-down that night. Tony had himself a celebratory
mommiefuck in honor of their first car being delivered the next day.

"Ohhh honey you are so good!" Beth cried to Tony afterward. Tony smiled at
the dumb bitch before offering Buddy a turn. Buddy gleefully jumped to get him
some ass, when Tony said, "No no, bigboi! You get eat me out of her,
faggot....that's all. And you, asshole," Tony turned to Buddy's dad, "you clean me off."

Warren sucked on Tony's prick while Buddy, who was so used to disappointments
at Tony's hand, just burrowed down into the cunt to eat out his master's
load....and his mom's, too!

"Show it to me on yer tongue, faggot," Tony ordered Buddy, "lemme see it!"

Buddy pulled out of the Bethmom and sticked out his quavering tongue muscle
with the dregs of Tony spooge stretching strings of spittie cum and mommie
juice from his mouth and tongue to Beth's pelt, and between his opened lips. "Oh
yeh! Looks great Buddy. Now come over here and finish whutcher dad's doin'."

Swapping suckers, "You suck the rest of my stuff outta yur bitch," Tony
ordered Buddy's dad while pushing him off his dick. The sad sack creeped over to
Beth to partake of pussy slop and Tony glop!

Tony pulled Buddy back onto his daddy-slicked prick to give him some more
pleasure as visions of his new car danced across his mind.

"Oh! Uhhh! Mmmmmm! Do it yu fuck! DO IT! You sure can eat prick my dude....yu
sure can eat prick! Mannnn....are yu gonna make us some dough,
boy.....BIGTIME!"

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