Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2005 09:36:49 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Willie and the Hand Jive.  Chapter 10.

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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. Willie and the Hand
Jive. Chapter 10.

In the morning, it was about 6 AM when Billy woke to a vacuum on his cock! It
was Ken's hot face blowing him awake and getting an early breakfast of boy
spooge.

When they were dressed and driving out to Bill's school, Bill asked....."Yuh
know, yesterday, you said, that you heard my name and stuff fum the kids
leaving the locker room....and that coach went in. Did he? I mean...did he go into
the locker room and nobody else or him came back out?"

The coach was Ken's client, too, and he looked hard into Billy's face....and
said, "Yeh...he went in while I was checkin' out the dudes that were leavin'
and listenin' to their chatter in the halls as they left the building."

"......and coach never came out while you were there?" Bill interrogated.

"No," Ken answered, "matter a fact, after a few seconds, I heard the latch on
the door snap."

"Is coach gay, Ken....I mean...is he your...."

"No Bill, hardly. Stud like fucks my brains out some visits. I blowed him
yesterday afternoon just before he went into the lockers....I've been in more
places hidden away in that building since I started with Rampart. Coach's
favorite is to cum in a dark place....he has a thing for the janitor's closet."

Bill's head hung down.

"What is it dude?" Ken asked.

"Think it's him....I think....wants me naked at 4 today on the shower floor
on my belly......" Billy answered.

"Ohhhhh....well look....it's all part of what yer into now if you gonna stay
here and take it. Lemme help you roll with it, and spell you from the
horrors....you got my number....call me!"

They clasped hands at the driveway entrance to the school, and Billy got out.
Forlorn, his eyes glazed over as Ken's car disappeared out toward the highway
out of town...."Till next month," Billy thought to himself.....I wonder if I
have what it takes to get through this.

He got part of his answer in about 4 minutes. His original tormentors, his
'buddies,' Pat, Wes and Jackie, surrounded him as he shuffled up the drive with
his hands digged deep into his pockets. He hadn't seen them since the
afternoon the girls video taped his body, dick and pussy play in their locker room
that whole day, a while back.

"Long time no see, Hand Jive," Jackie sneered smacking his shoulder blades
and all but knocking the wind out of him. "Hey boys, check out the new duds. You
been tuh the mall wit'cher mommy, pussyboy?" Jack continued.

"Ferget thet, Jack...get on wit' it!" Pat pressed.

"Okay! Okay!" and the kids scootched up against and behind Billy and forced
him over out of the walkway and out of site. They pushed Billy down on to the
ground, and stood over him while they pulled open their backpacks. Bill was
looking up and in sheer disgust saw each kid pull a rubber from his pack that was
easily half full. He scrambled and almost got out through Wes' legs, but Pat
just knee dropped the back of his neck and then sat on him.

Jack ordered him to take off his sneaks and socks. Billy did so in his
painful contortion under the pressing butt and knee of his two former
friends....when his feet were bare....Jack made him curl his feet and toes up and hold them
tightly together cupped-up like.  He put Bill's new socks underneath to
collect any drippings. Then he upturned his rubber and poured the stale boy seed all
over Billy's turned up toes and soles, and told him to reach back and rub the
cumslop into his feet and between his toes, licking the remains off his
fingers, and then to turn over and put his socks back on. "That was filled with our
cum, buttwipe. We wacked last night and this morning emptied two rubbers into
the third, but we did bring our empty ones for you to clean out
later....maybe at lunch," Jack said leering.

They laid him out on his back and opened his new Dockers pulling them and his
boxers down. Using twist ties and great effort, a second rubber was secured
half full to Bill's cock. If he got hard...and all the handling was doing just
that....the cum would ooze out inside his pants and down his leg.

The last rubber appeared and they made Billy kneel up, the oozing cum-filled
rubber hanging from his cock, and stick out his tongue as far as he could. Pat
fit the last rubber over the end of his tongue, and squeezed his jaw closed.
"Now fuckstick....suck that scuz outta there to the very last drop, and then
you gonna lick the whole insides of it till its sparkling clean!"

Pat gingerly pinched the end with his forefinger and thumb, tipped it up as
Wes pulled Bill's head back face up. They gleefully watched as the cumjizz
seeped from the rubber through Bill's lips, and then his mouth voluntarily opened
and they watched the strings of slippery boyjazz slither out over and under
and around his tongue. The gurgling was to behold as the syrupy slop gopped up
the kid's mouth.

As the last dregs of boycum drained from the rubber, Jackie told him that his
little brother Jerry and fourteen of his buds who joined him in the movie
they made with Bill weeks back...well....they each had pumped a wad off into that
very rubber one after the other during a 'screening' of the movie. "You just
swallered 15 junior high boy studs' jizz, faggot, and your tongue is riding
that rubber right where all 15 dicks pumped their loads fer yuh. Billy felt
himself start to puke. He sucked hard and swallowed over and over. He knew he
couldn't puke or he'd be eating it all over again.

The cum they poured over his toes felt gooshy-muushy between his toes now
inside his socks.

Just as they were letting him get dressed again, Jackie grabbed the first
sneaker from Billy's hands...."Hey man...these are brand spanky new....my size
too." He snickered and said, "I guess that means they mine," and started toeing
his own scruffy sneaks off. He put the new ones on, and kicked the old ones
toward Pat and Wes. Piss in 'em dudes....let's piss 'em up goooood.

Billy stared sadly at his brand new sneaks on Jackie's feet and heard his
former best buds pissin' into Jack's old sneakers. They each put down one
sneaker...sopped with piss and then Jack whipped out and stood back and pissed into
and onto both sneaks from several feet away splashing all over Billy and his
new duds. "Okay, fucker....pick 'em up and drink what didn't soak in
yet....fuckin' DO IT ASSHOLE!"

Billy scrambled, trembling, to grab them up and gulp down the cooling piss as
fast as he could. They pointed and giggled at him when they heard him
glugging piss from one sneaker, dribbling from his quivering lips, while his hand
shook holding the other one.

They made him put the drained sneaks on to mesh up with cummy toes and socks.

They pulled up his boxers and pants while they pulled him to his feet, and
buttoned him up patting the hanging half full rubber.

Meanwhile he was standing and back to sucking the inside of the junior high
kids' rubber clean. While he finished that, jutting his face out and back,
while trying to suck his tongue in and out of the rubber without using his hands,
the three 'buds' of his walked away telling him he better have most of that
cum in that rubber tied to his cock at lunch.....'cause that WAS his lunch! They
didn't tell him whose cum was in that rubber.

He saw Kenny's face in his mind's eye that moment, and he sighed as he
imagined a bright-eyed smiling Ken saying to him...."Does it matter, dude? Just
swallow and get it over with."

Willie and the Hand Jive.  Chapter 10.

His misery abounding, and his teen boy life a mess, the lonely put-upon kid
shuffled up the school drive from behind the bushes. His clothes were still wet
and stunk from the spray of Jackie's piss. The sneakers 'gwoosh' 'gawoosh'ed
as he walked. It was ever more embarrassing just all by himself. He hadn't
even thought yet of the abuse the other kids were gonna give him when they heard,
saw and smelled him.

They did, too, in spades. There was snickering...outright boisterous
harassment from some dudes, and even a couple of girls told him he was 'stinkin' up
their space'.

Classes dragged on, yet were actually seeming to be going too fast when he
realized the whole scene gets reworked at lunch. He kept adjusting his cock in
the cumfilled rubber. He kept wigging and wagging when he walked when it stuck
to his inner thighs and all, He also feared greatly that it might come loose
and then they'd fucking destroy him in the cafeteria.

Well, the dreaded zero hour was upon him as he made way to lunch.

Wild yells and yowls greeted his appearance in the doorway, and he followed
the catcalls to Jack's and the other guys' table.

"Stand right up to the edge of the table, fuckstick," Jackie greeted him.
Wes, Pat and Jack had purposely sat all on one side so Bill could perform before
them when he got there. He positioned himself at the center of the table
almost touching his thighs to the edge.

Jack took the lead again and ordered Bill to whip out his 'lunch'' and join
them. He zipped down and from the fly of his boxers he pulled the sticky rubber
from both the fabric of the shorts as well as his leg skin where it was
pasted.

They had Bill lay the scraggy hanging rubber on a plate that was right in
front of him with the other two baggies in it. These other two rubbers were the
ones Pat and Wes had pumped into overnight and had been drained into Jack's for
Bill to suck out that morning. Bill's nose wrinkled...it seemed his whole
face did, too. His taster remembered being stuck inside that cum baggie....having
to suck it all out.

The rubber lay wrinkled on the plate as well, still twist-tied to his own
limp dick. He looked down at the disgusting sight before him...the shame of it
all. Nobody said anything. He still stared down. The din of the cafeteria was
all behind him, and there was some interest generated by what was happening at
Jack's table, but nobody could really see much since their table was set up in
a corner.

Wacky shit always went on at lunch, so most kids didn't break their ass to
see.

After long moments, Bill finally raised up his head to look at the menacing
trio. They had those wicked grins on their faces as they leaned back on two
legs of their chairs. Bill looked from Jack to Wes to Pat and
back....wondering....waiting....getting more nervous by the second. Then to his horror and their
wild laughter, they pointed at his dick, and he trembled. He'd actually come
up hard while they watched him. The gross partially full rubber was lifting off
the plate.

Wes said, "I bet just the aroma of them cum ketchers harded him all up, the
fuckin' faggot."

"He just gots to have it, don't he?" Pat added.

Jackie ordered Bill to take the empty ones one at a time, and lick them
clean. They let him uses his fingers to fit them onto his tongue. "Yeh,
fucker...work 'em 'round and 'round that fag tongue a'yurs.

Bill worked as quickly as he could to get the ordeal over with. Of course the
faster he tongued and licked, the more they accused him of wanting to suck
them out.

Now Jack told Wes to take over. The rubber tied to Bill's meat was supplied
by Wes, so Jack gave him the honor of directing the third course of Bill's
luncheon.

"'Kay asshole, untie the baggie from yur hardon, meager as it is," they all
laughed and rocked on their chair legs, pounding the table with their fists.

Bill twisted the tie, pushing his hard cock down to get off the condom
without spilling any of the stale dregs inside.

Wes continued. " Dump out the juice onto the plate now, and then lick the
outside of the rubber first...every inch of it....stretch it out so we can see
yer taster slickin' over it dickweed."

Bill did as directed and they watched intently, busting. They wanted to tell
him, but they had to wait. Wes said, "Good, hold it up and stretch it out so I
can see....a'kay, now set it aside, and git on with the spooge in yer plate
dere."

Jack chimed in and said, "Bend down and lap it up asshole, like the wussy
fuckin' queerass dog you are."

Bill shuddered at those words, but leaned over, his dick wilting down now
though still hanging from his fly. Pat said, "Hey, yer worthless pud's losin'
interest, man...be wackin' on 'at while you eating."

They were all yukkin' now, as sad sack Billy started yankin' his dong, his
head bobbin' as his tongue slid into the muck on his plate. The kids couldn't
hold back any more...."Just so's yuh know, cumlapper," Wes blurted out, "my dad
got lucky last night, dude, and you eatin' it. You ate my mother's slime off
the baggie and now you eating the same goo whut made me...." the kids were so
hysterical, tears were welling in their eyes and running down their cheeks. Wes
kept on, saying, "I guess that makes us CUM BROTHERS! Maybe my daaaady should
adopt yuh, huh?!"

They were banging the table and stompin' their feet now totally out of
control. They even started punching at each other to vent when they saw Bill choke
and redden deeper at Wes' words. He had to suck and swallow over and over to
prevent upchuckin' the fucksnot he had just sucked down. His head was
spinning....'Oh goddddd.....his dad's fuckshoot!!!' "Cum brothers" kept ringing in his
ears.

When they all regained some semblance of order, Jackie, still bleary and
teary just pointed at the three plastic cups of cider in front of Bill's plate
indicating for him to drink up. "Yeh," Pat blurted out, "we made up some cider
for yuh, before you camed in fer lunch. Get on it!"

Cup after cup, Bill's trembling hand raised them to his lips and tried to
chug without tasting. He knew it was their piss....or worse, maybe the piss of a
bunch of other kids they had piss in the cups before he got there. He hoped it
wasn't...and hoped more that they wouldn't tell him if it was 15 other kid's
piss.

"Wes yelled, "Hey, dirthole...s-l-o-w dowwwwwwn! We wanna know you got the
benefits of the flavah and aroma, hey. Sip it, cocksucker...SIP IT!!!" Bill was
quivering...his stomach was churning and in a knot....but he sipped the piss
from each 8 ounce cup while the kids just goofed on him and made plans for
round two.

When he put the last cup down and faced the young pricks, Jackie whistled out
to both sides to kids at the other tables. Bill looked both ways and saw all
the bright teen faces look up from their trays. Jack snapped his fingers, and
11 hands went up. "Dere you have it dude...check it out. Them 'leven fuckers'
an'our piss is whut you just sucked down." Bill was getting seriously sick
now, and looked down, hoping what he felt was a burp and not throwup rising up.
"Raise yer hand and say thank you, faggot. Thank 'em boys fer givin' you yer
lunch drinks."

Weakly, Bill turned both ways and mouthed the words 'Thank you,' silently.

"Oh no, fuckears. You shout it right out dere....and wave, too....now fuckin'
DO IT!!!" Jackie yelled as the whole corner of the room seemed rumble from
chuckling kids.

Bill straightened up and turned to each side waved and said, "Thanks for the
drinks, guys." Now there was open hysteria. It was like a damn of roaring
laughter that burst loose as he heard catcalls and, "Yer welcome, faggot!!" from
doubled over kids.

They were all kids who loved to fish, and out of the 'supplies' backpack came
a fishing line sinker weight tied with a string to a small rubber band.
"Here, slip dis on yer pricklet so it hangs out yer fly when we go out in the hall.
The resta the dudes and cunt here are gonna wanna see whutchu got hangin',"
Jackie directed.

That done, the kids all made a raucous exit from the cafeteria, pushing Bill
out front of them with a building wave of laughter from the kids who could see
Billy coming toward them with his weighted cock hanging out of his fly.
Rolling laughter began to build when the weird sensations caused by the rubber
band, and the constant bobbing of his cock...made the poor fucker's dick rise up
again. Mannnnn!

Some kids ran to dump their trays and follow. This was not to be missed.

Out in the hall, they moved out down to the girl's locker room....the scene
of the last public shamey filming of Bill. Jack spun Bill around and backed him
against the wall opposite the entrance. Kids from the lunch room and the
halls were following behind and started to mill around Bill and his 'friends'.

Wes, Pat and Jack formed a semi-circle of privacy from passing teachers and
monitors, while making Bill push his pants to his ankles, kneel down and "Jerk
off faggot!" Jack ordered.

The press of rubber-necking kids around them was intense now. Bill could see
the legs and sneakers of dozens of kids between the legs of the tormenting
trio. This was being near the end of whatever self respect he ever had. The
bug-eyed kids were even on their knees to get a look at the whipping fagboy. Bill
was getting into it for real now. His head was bobbing in rhythm to his pumping
hand.

Then Jack moved up and pulled his prick out and said, "Suck, queerass...and
make it
n-i-i-i-c-e, hear?"

In the din of the hallway, no one could hear the telltale, "Gwapphfffk! when
Jack's meaty piece rammed through Bill's lips.

Mannnn...this was fast action. In what seemed like seconds, Jackie was
rut-fuckin' Bill's mouth to a wild head buckin' teen creamin'. Before the boy's wad
was swallowed, Jack was being pulled away and replaced by Pat's wick. He stuck
Bills mouth and actually collected a sperm string on his dickhead as Jack's
dick pulled out. Ohhhh...he could feel the Jackie slime still on Bill's quivery
tongue. The sensation brought Pat off sooooo fast. He barely started
facefuckin' and he was shooting pent up joywad to the back of Bill's mouth.

Wes finished off the feedfuck and pressed Bill's face into his pubes choking
off his breath as he sought the kid's throathole and sank through. Wes' cock
was pearljammin' right down Bill's 'gawawk'ing throat.

Wes, Pat and Jack pushed back against the disbelieving crowd as they yanked
Bill off his knees, hiked up his pants and walked him out into the picnic table
area out back of the building.

The three buds picked Bill up and laid him out on the table. In seconds,
pants, shorts socks, sneaks, shorts...gone. He was splayed out legs wide, toes up,
arms hangin out to the side. Out of the backpack came duck feathers....a
kielbasa....a polaroid. The gawking rubber neckers were allowed to surround the
naked kid, as Jack jumped up on the bench
and announced, "I give you, Willie!!!!  Watch him work the Hand Jive!" Then
yelling down at Billy, "Wack off for you fans, faggot!""

Wild cheering ensued.

This whole thing had made everything so public, that all the kids were losing
normal reservations about touching another naked kid in any way....girls AND
boys. They were spreading out his legs and lifting them and checking his
bunger. Others were pulling his toes apart. With little or no fear of shame they
were actually 'playing' with a naked kid! Girls and guys were feather tickling
his pits, tits, ears, nose, dickslit, balls, hole, toes and foot soles.
The kid was mindlessly pumping his teen prick wildly, jumping and jerking
from the body play of the harassing crowd.

Bill's head was lowered off the end of the table and filled with dick after
dick while the others worked over his naked skins in increasingly erotic ways,
not to mention the daring soul who spit up Bill's hole and fed the kielbasa up
his bunghole. How Billy bucked and humped!!! Any number of kids fucked it up
his hole, two and three at a time, and watched him jump, wiggle and jerk while
he beat off, sucked cock....sucked pussy....got his nipples tweaked till he
tried to scream, while choking from the endless tickling with a mouthful. One
girl even got some of the feather into Billy's dickslit and drove him wild
diddling him with it while he pumped. The kids who merely watched were becoming
numbed from shock at the sights and sounds of the forbidden....the shame....the
things they'd never think of....being acted out before them. A naked boy...out
there on display....this really embarrasses a boy who sees it let alone being
the one having it done to him. Boys don't want to have other boys stare at
their nakeds....OR GIRLS!!!

The sight of bare boy cocks standing out and feeding endlessly through a
suckboy's sweated, hanging face and swollen, sucking, drooling lips.

Some kids were amazed at Bill's shaved cockhairs and got close enough to
touch. Others wanted to knead and feel Billy's nuts while examining and feeling
all the parts of him up close. Some kids were so shamed they would get dizzy
just getting near to Bill's trembling boy person. Some were surprised at the
uneven seam along the bottom of his cock. "Man," one kid said, it looks like the
fold of the first sheet on toilet paper rolls.  (There would be lots of
self-examinations in the bathrooms at home later that night) Others were amazed at
the seam that looked like piping down the center of his balls and right into the
middle area between his nuts and his butthole.  One girl said, "His toes are
so cute," giggling while two other girls joined her fiddling with them, and
making 'em wiggle when they tickled his soles.

Boys lined up next to his extended hands to get jacked off. Still pics were
being shot throughout the whole scene. Kids were leaving with pictures of their
cumming dicks shooting through Billy's hands and lips. Of course there were
several digitals with sequence and movie function recording the action. Some
kids were taking cell phone shots as well.

The bell rang for class change and kids started back to school, holstering
their puds, and gaping at the photos of their kid and dick play. All the girls
got stills of Bill lying out there on the table in his total nakeds with
various things, boy parts and girl fingers probing him.

As the crowd peeled away, with Jackie's lead, the boys that were still around
whipped out and stood on the benches and pissed all over Billy where he lay
still being made to pull his prick non-stop. He had his legs up and spread with
his kielbasa-stuffed hole open to the world.

Piss cascaded over him. He took direct shots to his mouth and nose, his
jackin' hand and his kielbasa stuffed asshole.

Then......it was quiet.

Billy was absently still jerking his wick there under the trees....spitting
up and soaked in piss.....his butthole still squeezing on the giant sausage up
his bunger....all alone.

He looked around in the hazy daze that was his mind, yet still lay there
seemingly unable to move.

Slowly he rolled to the edge of the table and swung his feet to the bench and
sat up. In his stupor he still was pulling himself.

He wiggled his toes as if trying get his parts working again. There was piss
between his toes...well, between everything. As he looked 'round him he saw
his clothes scattered all around and made a plan to get down and get dressed.

In classes where there were computers, Bill's image was being emailed, filed
or stored for posterity.

He was going to dress in as little as necessary and try to get the piss, cum
and pussy jam off him even though he was surely going to miss the next class.

While the water sprayed over his recovering form he shivered looking at the
tile floor he'd be plastered to, waitin for whoever it was that ordered him to
be there later that afternoon....the coach? The water felt so good. He
shivered...ohhh he was jacking his smoothe pinky-white dick again. He grabbed his
balls, crouched...."Ohhhgodddd...... soooooogoooood!" he wailed in the echoing
shower room.

Willie and the Hand Jive....had finally cummmmmmed! This never-ending day had
just begun!


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