Date: Sun, 7 Nov 2004 02:33:04 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Willie and the Hand Jive.  Chapter 8.

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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 8.


The last scene was a shot of the door to the street being opened behind the
school and Bill's naked ass being shoved out and the door slammed. Rachel's'
face came on the screen and she stuck her tongue out at the camera....The End.

During the course of the screening, Billy got fucked by all five dudes, some
twice. He sucked them all off, and/or licked their fuck meat clean twice by
the time the film ended.

Clothes were everywhere on the floor. Naked kids were totally horned up after
watching Billy get to fuck three girls real time from just 3 hours ago, right
there on the film....they dragged his ass all over the room fucking his face
and ass one more time in a fiery horny rage.

Joey who was all new to this, as opposed to the others, found himself getting
right in with it. Pat was the first to get his jollies and was about squaring
off the room, and getting the kids dressed and out.

The boy they'd funned over all fucking day, was dumped out on the lawn, naked
as he was when he was dragged in, to fend for himself and make his way home.
Cum dripping from his ass. Dried girl and boy fluids all over his body from
head to toe. And now there were two double length sets of video tape of him
debasing himself or being made to 'perform' for girls and boys from his high
school class. Oh mannnn. That tape from the morning with Jackie, where he was
naming each boy in his class who he 'wanted' to suck off. Ohhhh mannnn.

It turned out that Billy found a place to hide till dark, when he could walk
more freely for home in his nakeds. He was able to find stuff to cover himself
on porches and wash lines he passed. He cleaned himself up at the garden hose
at home, and grabbed some old clothes and sneaks from the garage so his folks
would be none the wiser. Finally making his way to his room, and then the
shower, soaked his fucked-in, fucked-over body for an hour in the tub. He soaked
his head and washed out his mouth four times. His cock was too tender to
touch...stung in the hot water....and was fever-flushed crimson.

After drying off and getting to his room, and flopping in bed, he was still
awake....visions of everything since yesterday ran through his mind. His head
snapped from side to side, pumping the pillow, not being able to rest....he
found his boy pucker with his finger....it was itching....he thrust his tailhole
up into his finger....ohhhhhgodddddd...how he fuckin' needed it. How he
fuckin' needed  it!!!

Willie and the Hand Jive.  Chapter 8.

Could it get any better? A straightboy whut needed it! Could it be that Bill
revealed a need...a lust....he'd always had in spite of pretty boy good looks
that all the girls fawned over? That is, not to mention his accomplished use
of his man tool to keep them happy. His BMOC status on the school campus was
either seriously threatened or totally obliterated with the shame heaped on him
the last two days, let alone the previous build-up to this during the past
month.

There's always the chance that a kid who was 'ever'body's bud' with a natural
take charge way about him could recover himself. He'd probably need
someone....anyone, to come forward and support him in the face of all this...preferably
one of Wes, Pat or Jackie....who started this whole nightmare.

The girls would probably feel sorry for him and make him their adopted dicker
boy.
But the boys...that could be testy...anyone who stood with him could either
be a turncoat on the other boys, or be tagged a 'fag' by association.

The problem here and now for Billy, though it hadn't really hit him
yet....was that his finger was diddlin' his pucker....he was humping the
bedclothes....and getting off on it...raw cock an' all!

He later roused himself to grab his held over dinner from the oven, eating
quietly and alone with just a few passbys through the kitchen by his mom.

As usually happened after one of these lusty boyfuck romps, Bill found
himself free from abuse for the days thereafter. School went on...yeh, there were
snickers from some guys, and giggles amongst the girls, but things were actually
getting back to normal.

Bill started to think about boys, cock, the incessant itch in his bung, and
in general what his real needs might be.

Yet, at the same time he had that natural boy drive for dippin' his wick when
some hot cunt went by....annnnnnd, he acted on it as the situation presented
itself, having three dates over the next week with two of the girls totally
satisfying his natural lust.

So Bill truly exhibited his resilience, and took charge of his life and
boyhood again. He had no friends closer than Wes, Pat and Jack used to be, but he
was gathering a new circle of buds it seemed, and there was always a big deal
about the kids all getting out to the school sports events. Most schools, the
big deal was football and basketball, but the popular crowd even rooted on the
track and baseball teams en masse.

It was several weeks after the sex crazed events overnight at Jack's house
and the
girls locker room the next day:

 Bill and a bunch of the guys got together after school to watch the football
practice. These usually became something like mini pep rallies, and often the
coach would let the team join the kids watching practice when the workouts
were over. It was terrific for team and school morale, and it wasn't lost on the
coach.

Armed with drinks and snacks, about 20 kids started it, and pretty soon a
roaring, cheerleading section got crazed in the stands having a great time. Among
the gathering hoard were some of the lower classmen who loved getting into
the action with the older dudes.

Some of these kids were at the big vidcam Hand Jive bang around.....and one
of them....Ethan, caught site of Billy in the middle of the crowd, and at on
oddly quiet second, blurted out...."Hey, check it out....it's the fuckin' school
blowboy." As if that wasn't enough, he grabbed his jeans crotch, and yelled,
"Hey faggot...gotcher dinner here!"

EVERYBODY went quiet and turned around and heads snapped back and forth from
Ethan to Billy like the audience at a tennis match. More of the younger dudes
who were at the first 'filming' at Jerry's started crowding in toward Bill who
was turning through various shades of red in the face. Some of the older kids
were pushing the younger kids back or telling them to shut up and get lost,
but they would immediately be shut down when one of the kids would shout, "You
like queers, dude? 'Zat it? Maybe you one yur own self...?"

Scuffles were breaking out which didn't develop into anything serious. But
the overall effect of the surging younger kids, was that Bill was abandoned by
those he came with, and who now were relegated to 'audience'. But an audience
to what?

That became only too clear momentarily.

In no time, Bill's head was bent back under the bleacher bench behind him and
none other than Jackie's little brother Jerry sidled up on the bleacher bench
right above and straddling Bill, and said, "Well, lookee here, dudes....it's
Willie and the Hand Jive....in the flesh." Then with a big laugh, he yelled,
"Well 'in the flesh' in a minute, I'd say....right guys?" A high pitched cheer
went up from kids with changing voices who stormed the object of their
craziness, and in seconds, after a flurry of flying clothes....our boy Willie and the
Hand Jive....was bare-ass naked, stretched down and across three bleacher
benches. His feet on the lowest bench, his ass up one level, with his head under
the top-most bench. Jerry had three fingers digged down into Bill's mouth.

"Fuckin' slut! Loookit 'im swallering mah fingers, man...he needs it in ever'
fuckin' hole, jes' like in da movie you made, right cocksuck?!" Jerry excited
the growing crowd.

There were questioning faces amongst the older kids who had now been pushed
to the back of the crowd....'Whut movie?'

Anyways, out there in open in fronna all 'ese kid peers, no one was about to
yank his pud out of his pants to take advantage of Willie's 'holes'. Even
little dirthole Jerry knew the shamies boys had about dick whippin' in fronna
other boys, so he just decided he'd let Billy take control of his own debasement.
"Lick your own fingers slutboy," Jerry whispered into Bill's ear.

Bill's boy digits joined Jerry's in his spit sloppy mouth. "Pull yur legs up,
asshole, fer all'a boys tuh see...and then gitcher fingers up yur own box."

There was a collective gasp from the older kids in back when they saw the
shamie queer shit Bill was doing to himself. Jerry's buds up front, man, they had
seen it all most of 'em, the other day when they had his ass and mouth and
taped it for a whole afternoon. They just cheered it all on, as Bill's toes
clenched and rose above his head, with his soles all
wrinkly....then...godddd....then they all sucked it in when Bill's own spitty fingers sinked into his
winking pussy pucker.

Jerry whispered, "Keep yur fingers still, and push your ass over your fingers
buttwipe...show the kids how yuh fuck yur own seff."

Bill's mind was somewhere....but nowhere's near that bleacher bench at the
ball field as his pretty boi body starting to rut and ream over his two fingers.
His toes curled under again when all the electrics surged to all his nerve
endings. His nakeds all tingled and twitched before chicken skins appeared all
over, redoubling the sensations he was actually giving himself.

The skin of his back was stuck fast to the painted bench under him, but he
rode his fingers back and forth and over and over....Jerry's fingers were
seeking Hand Jive's throat all the while.....drools of spit seeped around them down
his chin to his chest.

Jerry whispered again, and Bill took his own dick in his hand from under his
thigh. This way he actually pulled his peter through his legs to beat off so
the crowd of boys could all see.

Kids were fidgeting all around the circling mob, short of breath....shy about
touching themselves, so as you'd expect, there was a lotta hands in pockets
just then. Pricks was oozing ever'where.

To watch Willie and the Hand Jive...jivin' his pussy with his own fingers,
self rammin' hisself over 'em over and over.....now whippin' his wacker in
fronna all'a them. One kid from way in back who wasn't missing a thing, groaned,
"Gawwwwwwwwd!" out loud. I know he wasn't the only one who wadded his boxers,
either.

It was like he pulled the stopper out of ev'ry kid's mouth....and there were
sighs, moans, yips of 'Shit...looka thet!" or "Day-amm!" and "Ahm seein' it
and not  b'lievin'
it!" Their body language of boy butts and stomach jutting in and jerkin' out
while their hands was in their pockets friggin' 'emselves.....lemME say it....
Golllll-eeeeeee!!
"Aiiiiieeeahhhhhhhhh!! was the war cry from several quarters as Billy humped
and jerked on that bleacher bench and shot rope after rope of boy jam all over
the several bleacher benches below.

Looking from behind as the whistle blew and some of the players were making
their way up the bleachers whooping and yowling, you could see two or three
kids doubling down with their hands deep in their pockets....stickying up their
fingers while they filled their boxers with probably the biggest single fucking
boy load they ever shot off in their short few years....shuddering and
quaking in their after cums.

As the teamers got to the crowd for their daily pep rally with their fellow
studes....
the outer boys separated and the players stopped short at the sight of Billy
moaning and jerking his cum wracked body over his own fingers while swallowing
the fingers of the shit-eatin' smiling Jerry.

"Check it men....cumdump on the hoof....grab him and let's hit the locker
room. The team captain handslapped Jerry and said, "Man, you fuckers know how to
treat your team right." Turning, he waved to the other seven players who had
Billy thrown over one of the guys shoulders...."Let's take'iss show inside
dudes...." he waved back to the screamy wild kids who cheered the team, what they
were gonna do, and themselves...feeling the max prides for accidentally
setting up a celebratory boy-gangin' for the team.

Most of the kids just slumped on, over or across the bleachers....more than a
few of them cummed out....the rest exhausted from the sooooooo hot teen boy
tension,
natural as it was, while they watched a frigger boy peer debased for their
wildly intense pleasure.

The team rally boys burst through the locker room doors, whoopin' and
wailin'. Kids were already screamin' and yelling throughout the room and echoes were
sirening out of the fired up showers.

"Grab a bench," Randy said pointing from under Hand Jive who he was hauling
into the showers. Two guys dropped away and took one of the change area benches
on into the shower where they flopped Billy over onto it on his belly. Out of
the shames of being out in the open, boys are so much more free with their
sex, no matter what kind it might look like....and Randy reamed two dry fingers
right up Billy's wet hot boyslot almost the second he was flopped down in
front of him. Some kids dropped their jaws when they saw the kid's legs, feet and
upper body bounce up and jerk in a kind of body wave responding to the fierce
finger fucking he was getting. There was no doubt he was gettin' off on the
digital friggin' he was getting. There wasn't a soft cock in the shower! Stud
jock boys on fire!

There was almost no talk....no ceremony....Randy called for another bench.
They held hand jive boy off the first one and placed the second one on top so
that his fuckable joy bunger would be cock high to a boy fuck. They flopped
Billy over the two-high bench which brought his tail about 3 1/2 feet off the
floor. Randy slipped up to the boy pussy, fingered him open again and slid his
fuck humper right through.
The kids all missed the tantalizing boycock entry sounds because of the
shower noise as Randy's knobber passed through Bill's cunt lips, 'Squisssshkk!'

There wasn't a kid there not fondling his own leaky peter.....steam rose from
raging shower heads above the roar of the multiple sprays firing out and onto
the flooded tile echoing throughout the locker room. The quiet of the boys
was simply fascinating. They were getting weaker in their rubbery knees by the
moment. When Bill first groaned long and low from seemingly deep down in his
gut, the boys all seemed to snap from the fog and two kids vaulted up onto the
benches and straddled them....each taking one of Bill's hands to his
cock....hot hot hot....to see those bubble butted jock boy asses squeezing and flexing
as they reamed through Billy's palms for a real hand jivin.' First one, then a
second boy who had started to move toward Bill's face but stopped....then
looked up into each other's face....weak, then big smiles, at each other as they
waggled their hard prongs in their fingers, and then moved in
together....Bill's face was pulled over both their dicks at once. The sensations of touching a
strange tongue underneath and a buddy dick alongside, against their own meat
detonated two of the fiercest cum shots these two young dudes ever had. One boy
grabbed the arm and side of the other, as he buckled and sank to his knees
out of Billy's face into the shower water. The other boy slipped out Bill's
mouth and backward...stumbling against the tile wall under a shower spray.

They were replaced by two more....the dudes pumping Bill's hands while
straddling the bench just wanted to 'keep warm,' but lost their loads shooting into
Bill's hands and sides, and were helped off by their replacements. Boys had
lined up for Billy's ass when they saw how crazed Randy got in his wild
rut-ramming boy reamin'. Whenever the grunts, yelps and moans could be heard from
Billy over the roar of the sprays and the now more boisterous fuck-bangin' boys,
the hotter they all got for more and still more of any part of Billy they could
get.

One kid waiting right behind Tad who was second to ram Billy's ass, kept
staring at the kid's feet kicking up, wrinkled and curling behind Tad's
back....and grabbed Bills ankles....rubbed his feet bottoms together....then....sank his
prefuck slicked cock between the steam moistened arches and before he caught
himself, was cumming in a wild frenzy onto Tad's butt-rutting back.

And on and on it went....they fucked Billy standing on his hands, against the
wall, belly-to-back, in the corner of the shower upside down on his head and
shoulders squatting over and driving their hot poker-pronger down into his
wet-hot pussycunt while his legs flopped aimlessly before them above the
fucktoy's head. Five boys took Bill in that corner, and several more squatted over his
face for ass suckin' or dick eatin'. A couple of boys got a charge out of
slipping their meat between Bill's big toe and second toe, friggin' 'emselves
off. Some of the bigger dudes, hoisted Billy up on their prongs with him hugged
to their bellies, arms around their necks, legs around their hips, and pranced
around the shower bobbing his bunger as they went.

They gave the fuckin' boys extra fever when they whipped Billy's back or
belly with the wet towels. Every time Bill flinched from the smacks, he clenched
his pucker on the cock in his bunger, squeezing the bronco buster's prick so
goooooood.

Several kids got a suck and a fuck, a handjob and a fuck, or all three. Every
boy, even the shyest kid in that locker room, fucked him his first boy ass
that afternoon. It all happened so fast, man....pick a slot, no waiting. The
kids were so hot from watching it all unfold that literally as soon as they were
plugged in they were goin' off.

Things quieted quickly it seemed as the last of the kids rinsed off and
either hand or towel slapped Billy who was left draped over his fuckbench, hands
and feet dangling towards the floor, cum droozing from his hole, hands and lips.
The showers were off....it was cooling now and Billy was chicken-skinning and
trembling.

The kids could be heard from deep inside the change areas at their lockers
and then the locker doors and outer door creaking and slamming time after time,
till there was a dead silence. Bill didn't have a single thought in his mind.
His ass and mouth were empty of meat but not of teen boy sauce. He
felt....what was it? Ohhhhhhhhh....EMPTY!!!! Poor fucking pretty boi
dude....alone....needing....flushed crimson from forehead to toenails.... just there....just
hanging....not a single move save for his quivering every few seconds from the
wave of chills over his damp skin.

There was a final latching of the locker room's outer door.

'Shhhuuush...squooshhh...sqawssh....'

'Splatchsssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh.....'

A new warmness flowed over Bill....a cascading....warm water....shower spray?
No, wait....ummmmm...smell that....piss? No. YES! It's piss....pungent
odor....man piss?

The warm, whatever it was, was welcome to the cold and trembling boy hanging
over the two high bench in his afterfuck and suck.

A new warm smothered his back and his neck was warm, hot! It felt like a
giant hotpack had smoothed over him and enclosed him in a warmth like no comfort
or warms he'd ever felt.

He was airborne....arms lifting under his chest....now down and down and flat
into the cold draining shower tiles. The warms over his back and neck were
the same....constant.. ....a weight....a great weight slumped over....engulfed
him....a searing heat at his pussy lips....a filling of his newly recognized
need....now deeper....a scratch of that itch so deep in the core of his hole.

He swooned with the rekindled boychute fires....his tailsmile actually tried
to meet its stroke-poker, but all that resulted was his butt-cheek flexing
under the super weight above him, now lickin' his neck....sucking his entire left
ear through hot lips....ohhh the tongue....if he could think Billy would be
sure the tip of his fuckman's tongue was touching what makes him hear deep
inside.

He felt the fiery breath superheating the short hairs of the brushcut on his
neck....ooozing slobber spit was drooling onto the back of the boy's neck.

'Squ-flupp! Suhluppp! Phlupphhk!"  were the only sounds bouncing echoes off
the shower room walls and could easily be heard like soft body smacks out into
the locker room. Billy's belly was being flupped into the water on the floor,
over and over and faster and faster....a l-o-n-n-n-n-g low, guttural groan
followed, then stillness.

Billy couldn't feel the shooting seed  being sowed deep in his young bung,
but he knew the boy pleaser inside him had bloated to what felt like twice the
size, overfilling his need.

Above him, the fire-breathing heat had ebbed some, and the hulk spreading
over his body, the feet tops rubbing Billy's wrinkled soles totally quieted.

The heated hulking mass whispered with lips right to the boy's ear...."You
stay right here boy....don't move till you hear the locker room door slam. You
hear?"

Billy nodded slowly his forehead pressed into the tile floor.

"Be here tomorrow....one hour after practice, and after the last kid's outta
here. Get naked, take a shower, lay flat on the shower floor.....and wait.
Hear?"

Billy nodded.

'Splatchsssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh......'

'Shhhuuush...squooshhh...sqawssh....squooshhh....squooshhh.....' the
suctioning footsteps faded away.


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