Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 06:59:02 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Willie and the Hand Jive.  Chapter 6.

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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@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Willie and the Hand
Jive.  Chapter 6.


As Jackie smiled down from his pillow-propped head at Billy glomming his
prick for the umpteenth teen-creamin' following the magnificent foot-soppy suck,
he said, "Look at me boy...look at me...lemme see them sad fuckin' eyes while
you blow cock, faggot. Yahhhhh....I love that, 'mouth jive', I absolutely LOVE
it! Come off it a sec boy, and kiss my prick tip...do it...do it...yeh, yeh,
do it again. Ohmagod! Keep looking' up here...yahoo. You love suckin' cock
don'tchu boy...don'tchu?" Jackie asked him.
   Billy nodded so anxiously with drooze spillin' out his mouth and said,
"Ohhh, yes...sir....I do...I do love suckin' cock sir," he gasped near breathless
from his all night mouth fuck.

   Jackie sprung up then, and pulled the covers from Jerry, and with both
hands took Billy's face and planted it over Jerry's toes, while he told him to
get down, he woke Jerry.

   Boy, Jerry was ready for torment in a flash and yanked his feet from
Bill's mouth and slammed the feet bottoms to both sides of Billy's head two,
three....four times....Billy was seeing stars and bright flashes across his mind,
and then Jerry pressed his two big toes together and "Chow, fagboy....eat me!"

The video screen went to blue....the room was quiet. The "Slmulk! Ssmupp!
Sslkkk! Stskkk!" could be heard from down by Jerry's feet and Billy's face. If
you listened real close you could hear Jackie breathing very deeply as he slept.
Jerry heard the grandfather clock at the bottom of the stairs sound 4 AM. It
had been a long night...."You suck my feet bright and shiny clean you fuckin'
queer!" Jerry yelled down at Billy, "and den I wantchu mouth-juicin' my pud
and sitting up here on my fuckstick and givin' yurself the ride o' yer life."
   "Yehpff thur."
   ....there was a long night yet to go....for Willie and the Hand Jive.

Willie and The Hand Jive.  Chapter 6.

   A long night indeed. When Jerry got close to shooting with Willie-tongue
lashing his peter, he smacked Willie's face, and shoved him off his prick.
Gripping his pud tight and whipping it back and forth like a tuning fork, he said,
"Let's see you ridin' my pink pony, fucker....make like a cowboy, faggot, and
ride."

   Willie strained to get up...tired...sore...dazed....and with a hand to the
head board for balance, he settled down and down till his boypussy was over
Jerry's spit-slick, leaking cock. Jerry wiggled it into the soft furrowed skins
hiding Willie's cunt, and then ordered Willie to 'do the fitting'. The crazed
cockhound foozed Jerry's prickhead into his winking pucker, and started to
gently sit to the young dude's groin.

   Jerry was having none of that and with two hands to Wil's shoulders,
yanked him down HARD! "Phwoomfff!" blurted Willie who sprayed spit from the force
of air being shot out of him....and then, SM-A-A-A-CK!!! Jerry gave him a
ferocious slap for the spit spray that hit him in the face. "You fucker...don't you
EVER spit on me...er anybody, again....faggotass cocksucker!!! Now get doin'
it, bitch! Fuck you own seff.
Move it!!!"
   Shamed, his face stinging....his ass burning, Willie sorrowfully looking
down into Jerry's young boy face, pushed his degraded, sweat-soggy boy body up
and down Jerry's 'pink pony.'

   "Yipppee kay-ayyyyy....ride'em cowboy," Jerry howled. "Iyam loving dis
rodeo, fuckhole....lovin'iss rodeo....yahhhhhhhh!" All the while he was whipping
Bill from head to tail with a tube sock like a jockey waling on his nag.
   Billy was gutter low right then, the little lecher below just sneered up,
sometimes baring his teeth, shaking his head and growling while Bill rode him
off into the sunrise. Sunrise! The fuckin' sun was comin' up fer real! Willie'd
 eaten and fucked for more boys than play a football game since yesterday
afternoon, and he served these two fuckers all night, even being their cum dump
when they did the class slut over to the football field....ohhhhh....and the
poor bastard was still humpin' his worn out tail on Jerry's prick....with no end
in sight! Soon Jer's big brother Jackie, one of Bill's long time and would be
best friend would awaken, and he'd be fresh and randy for another round with
him. His head sort of flopped up and down like a bobble-head doll, seeming to
be almost without support. His breathing was irregular....sweat seeped from
every pore. He rode on...up...down...up...down....

   Jerry's poker was stuffing him extra hard and faster and faster as he
humped up from beneath Willie with a vengeance....the boy was cumming
again..."Ah....ohyeh...uh, whuuu...unggh...fuck
yeh..oh...cummmminnnnnn'...huhhhhh!"
With that the kid slumped under Bill's weight and offered no groin muscle
resistance in his strength-depleting afterfuck. He charged himself with a few
jolts by flexing his dick inside Wil's hole, setting off his cockhead sensitivity
spasms.

   It was the first time Bill had been able to stop rocking his ass over
Jerry's pullet in over an hour! Jerry made no effort to pull out, and Bill just
sat holding the headboard with two sweaty, cramped hands as he awaited the next
degradation.

   He didn't have to wait long. Jackie stretched out long and strong, out of
his fetal curl of sleep, his abs and thigh muscles rippled. His eyes opened
and he got that lecher's smile all over him with realization that his fuck toy
was right there at the ready. With a strong right hand he whipped Bill down by
the neck from his l'il brother's perch, and flopped him right onto his morning
hard.

   "Gotta pee, boy....drain me," he said, horrifying his childhood friend.
Jackie lurched up, and sprung back to sit against his pillows and the headboard,
pulling Willie's face with one hand, and rapping his pecker all over his face
with the other. When he had the kid's face directly over his pud, he shoved
it, "Fwawwwkk!" up into his mouth and said, "You better take it all
fuckwad...no fuckin' piss in my bed...or god, there's just no end of the fuckin' shit you
gonna take...no fuckin' end!"
   The rage in Jackie's voice said it all, Bill was sure he was gonna lock
his lips. He tightened down...then tighter....Jackie was straining...and he
realized the kid was cuttin' the flow off. With a slapshot to the side of Wil's
head, he loosened the liplock, and the dreaded stream started to flow....Bill
actually felt pleasure for the first time in a many long hours...he'd mastered
controlling Jackie's racehorse flow so he could keep up with it....and and in
about 2 minutes...the ordeal was over....Jackie was flex-pumping the last dregs
of his morning piss into Bill's mouth, and of course....no surprise....his
prick was rock hard and randy. Without a word to Billy he started humpin' up
into his mouth and gripping the back of his head, he told Bill to get into it
and, "Gimme some good head faggot....happy my hog!"

   Bill was up on his hands now...giving Jackie a fast head bob, and Jackie
was humping, flexing and rockin' boyface with his rammer jammer.

   Jerry was awake and coming out of his afterfuck stupor, lying on his side,
his head propped up on his hand, taking in his brother-idol's facefuck of
Willie and the Hand Jive.

   Then, in a flash of motion...a flurry of arms and legs, Bill was on his
back with two pillows under his shoulders, his head hanging back and down so his
neck jutted upwards.
   "B-i-g-g-g-g breath now, fucktool....hold it....h-o-l-d
it.....yahhhh....now take it....
t-a-k-e it...take it down...."
   "Gaulcch...uccch...cccch..uhh!"
   "Yahhhhh! Watch it Jer...watch the sides of his neck...and his Adam's
apple....see dem veins just double up tryin'a pop through his
neck...ohhhh...uggnnhh...soooogood.
Watch Jer, ain't it weird how his apple first disappears, then goes down, and
back up when he swallows me down???
   "Ho-leeeeeeee!" Jerry whistled. "It really did...it did! Fuckin' thing
just went away fer a second and when it shoulda been up high...it was way down
his neck. Mannnnn,
Jackie...you the best."

   Jackie laughed as he bucked from the intense throat jacking he was taking
from Billy, and tousled Jerry's hair, saying, "You know it, little
brother...you fuckin' know it. While's I'm busy here why don't you play 'Knights of Old'
and climb aboard boy, and run him through with your little pink sabre?"
   Jerry didn't needa be told twice. His prick sprung steel and he whomped on
top of the gagging cocksucker, threw the kid's legs over his shoulders, and
rooted his rammer. His herky-jerky rock-a-pumpa-humpa, gave Jackie extra
electric surges through his body emanating from right where he was plugged in. The
frenzy of stimulations was actually numbing Jackie in places when his brain
couldn't keep up with all the pleasure signals. The tremors and shivers built and
built to the flashpoint as Jerry watched his brother's butt dimples hollow
and flush over and over, and faster and faster, throat ramming Billy with
powerful short plunges through Bill's stretched wide throat hole.
   Jackie went stiff and groaned loud and long, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh
godddddddddd..his face...throat oh fuck oh fuck ohh fucckkkkkkkkkkk!!!!' his tail ripped in
and out so fast he was a fucking blur, the bed squeaks ran together in a siren
of sound, shimmying the boys all around....and then Jack's head flopped back
hard and he fell to his hands, over onto his side, and with a "Twweeeeuckkkk!"
his meaty prick popped from Billy's throat to the serenade of the boy's
gagging and coughing and the gripping of the his so sore neck. No matter how much he
rubbed and massaged, nothing could ease the soreness of his throat. Not a bit
of spooge pumped into his mouth....though there was a dribble from the
exiting cockhead on his tongue. Jackie had pumped and flex-bobbed every last drop of
his jazz down the kid's throat before he  pulled from the boy's mouth vice.
   For his part, Jerry was whomping that big boy ass like a fuckin' champ. He
pounded and pummeled Bill like had hadn't had any action in days....surely
not what one would expect from a kid who'd been gettin' serviced 'round the
clock since school let out yesterday. With a yowl like out of a jungle movie,
Jerry went off like a cannon, butt pumping Bill's ass so hard the kid's head kept
hitting the headboard...and Jackie who had gotten up by now, was looking down
at the head banging Bill was taking and laughed till he had tears in his eyes.

   He left for a shower, and when he returned, Jerry was just sitting on top
on Bill's chest beating a leaky prick all over his flinching face...and being
hollered at for flinching like a wuss. As Jackie came bedside, he said,
"Sup...he been bad?"
   "Nah," Jerry said, "just funnin' fuckhole here after I gave him my morning
piss."
   Jackie snickered, and said, "You fuckin' do me proud more ever' day,
little brother," giving him a love tap to his chin and told him to get his shower.

   When Jerry got back from the bathroom, Bill was standing up with a hand
under his balls, a little hunched over, looking up into the webcam, jerking off
while saying, "Bobby Miller, Jeff Alton, Benny Meera...."

   "Whut'siss?" Jerry said stopping in his tracks.
   Jack shushed him with a finger to his lips. Jerry crept closer and Bill
was still reciting names. They weren't all familiar to Jerry since he was a few
grades behind them and these kids must be kids in his brother's class.
   Jack switched off the cam and reminded Bill of some more names that he'd
so far overlooked, and then told him to repeat the opening line, start with the
new names Jack gave him, and then continue with any others he could remember.
   "Hi ever'body...my name's 'Willie and the Hand Jive'," Bill said right
into the camera and then said, and I love to suck off boys. I like to eat and
swallow the cum of every boy in our school. There is nothing I like better than
blowin' a hunky dude.....like Billy Meyers, Davey White...."

   Jerry was hysterical and ran out of the room and back to the bathroom.
Jack could hear the kid laughing from the bedroom.

   Jack made the cut sign for Bill to stop saying names because he was
getting close to cumming and Jackie wanted him to get off quick and get started
again. Billy grunted, groaned twitched and bucked till he shot wad after wad of
boy spooge onto the brother's wood floor. The camera stayed on framing the boy's
face and cock, so's not to miss a dribble of spunk, or a strained expression
on his face.

   Jack also dropped the angle to pick up Bill's toes clenching and
unclenching before curling under as he shot.

   When he slumped with a hand to his knee for balance, Jack made like
licking his hand, and Bill brought his cum scummy hand to his lips and sucked off
all the spooge. When he looked up again, Jack was pointing at the cum shot on
the floor. Jack brought the camera down to floor level so it could record Bill's
tongue lapping up every rope and clurpy curd of boy jizz he shot.
   Jack now motioned for Bill to stay down on his knees and get jackin'
again, and reeling his hand 'round in front of his mouth, he meant for Bill to
continue with the names, starting  with the continuation line he'd been
given...."I also want to blow Georgie Geist, and Eddie Whalen..." as he started to bob
his head starting to jack again, he said, "and I hope you guys will all let me
suck yuh man...'cause I just love cock, dudes, I love it so good....I am a
cockhound....and I wanna blow Randy Bentley, Mark Stott....."
   ".....and lastly, please let me suck dick any time you need me...'cause I
need all yur dicks......b-a-a-a-a-a-d, up my ass, down my throat, ohhhh I need
dick bad."

   By the time Bill finished he had cum three times on tape.

   Jack and Jerry shoved Bill's clothes to him. Bill's life as it was gonna
be was recorded for posterity to be downloaded, and they all headed down for
breakfast.
No shower or cleanup for Bill. The plan was if everything was laid out and
they could eat alone, Bill would eat with them on the floor....if their mother
was in the kitchen then they would just kick Billy out of the house to fend for
himself. Bill was hoping for that so he could run home and wash and
change...he'd be late for school, but that would be better than go with the two
brothers on the bus after breakfast.

   To his dismay, the kitchen was void of any mom....there were three covered
plates on warmers with eggs, pancakes and sausage for them. Jack and Jerry
stormed the table and started wolfin' before they sat....as Bill slinked in
stealthily and pulled his chair out, Jack grabbed his plate...took out the
sausage, and dumped the eggs and pancakes on the floor. The sunnyside up eggs broke
when they hit, and Jerry took the maple syrup and doused everything from table
high...splattering it everywhere. Bill didn't even ask. He just got to all
fours and ate and licked what now was maple flavored pig slop. When they had all
finished and Bill was licking the last of the food on the floor, Jerry ordered
him to lick the syrup splatter from everywhere it sprayed. Jack got out a wet
mop and gave it to Bill to make sure there was no stickiness left for their
mom to give them shit over.

   Jack took the mop away when he was done, and they headed out hollering
'Bye' to their missing in action mom. The door slammed, and Jack grabbed Bill's
shoulder, spinning him 'round....he held up the two sausage links that used to
be on his breakfast plate before Jack swiped 'em. Drop yur pants, faggot, and
get these up yur asshole. And you better hold 'em in there tight. If they
aren't there when we get to show 'em at homeroom....you a fuckin' mem'ry, dude."

   The teary-eyed boy lowered his pants and fitted the first sausage into his
well worn toolbox...then he took the other....


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