Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2005 23:06:29 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Willie and the Hand Jive.  Chapter 9

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		   Willie and the Hand Jive. Chapter 9

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....enveloping
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-cheeks
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 as the soft body smacks could easily be heard out into
the locker room. Billy's belly was being flupped into the water of the tile
shower 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, and 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......' another blast and spray of piss
cascaded over the the boy's body ripples and puddled in the small of hos back.

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

Willie and the Hand Jive. Chapter 9.

It seemed like forever he lay there....fucked....and fucked up Billy.

Shamed by the underclassmen in the stands....fucked red, white and blue by
the football team guys....and finally, face-planted and banged by some big,
faceless, nameless hulk after all that.

This was the first time since his buds took down weeks ago that he was given
a follow-on assignment to be executed the next day. He was excited....and
scared at the same time. So much had seemingly ripped the fabric out of him that
in the hulk of boyskin and muscle that was left of him, there was little
thought....just movement....a going through the motions from one place to the
next....always expecting that regardless where he originally expected to go, he
would end up in some totally different place and without any control of it.

He shivered on the soppy tile floor till he heard, "Screeeeee-bammmmm!"

The locker door had been opened and slammed. His final ass-banging benefactor
had exited and he could peel what was left of him off the shower floor.

He pulled up onto his hands and knees, head hanging down staring at the
floor, and without even trying to stand, he just crawled to the wall and pulled
himself up by hanging on the shower faucets which he then turned on and slowly
turned under the warming spray. He could feel the hot water seeping into his
crack and then the stinging when he soaped his swollen worn and tender asshole.

Omigoddd! He didn't even know whut he was doing anymore....his middle finger
automatically slid right up his hole! He had never done anything like that
with himself! Even his wildest beatoffs after school....which were the cause of
his current, now life pre-dick-a-ment....he had never fingered his pucker.
Godddddddd!!!
it felt good....even better and now he was totally friggin' himself and
boppin' up off his heels....up and down on his toes....ho-leeeeeeeeeee!!! He banged
his hole onto his finger....two fingers now....ohhhhh.....he
shivered....shuddered....annnnnnnd.......
cummmmmmmmmmed!!!!

He boyshot fired volley after volley straight into the shower wall. Tears
filled his eyes when he was calmed and reality struck home with his fragile
thinking parts now. He was slumping...down...down...to the shower floor....his
fingers STILL frigging his bunger. His feet and head jerked violently as the
aftercum pulses jolted him 2, 3, then even a fourth time while his fingers
magically wilded his hot button deep inside him. He just fell over on his side under
the sprays,  with the water pouring over and down his neck, arm, back and
knees. He was in a trance....but awake....and soon enough he got strength enough to
pull himself back up and just turned under the shower, his face into the
spray...his tongue licking at it.

The shower was off and Bill zombied out of the shower into the locker area
and his tongue was still slupping in and out his mouth over his lips....it was
like he had to do it....like it was a meaningful function.

He sat in front of his locker....pulled out an old gym shorts and tee, and
his gym sneaks to put on. He long had forgotten when he'd lost his clothes out
there on the bleachers. He pulled on the smelly gym stuff over his still
dripping skins....he didn't even know he needed to towel off. Just dressed and
sluffed one foot dragging....scuffing the floor...after the other. Out the screeky
door to the hall the outside door and the long walk home.

Across the street and down the road from the exit, a car started at the sight
of Billy exit from the side door of the high school building....and it justed
waited...idling.
Bill's hulking frame cut across the grass out to the sidewalk and proceeded
toward home.

Several cars passed and Bill came to, it seemed, automatically turning to
face the traffic his thumb out. The driver of the idling car smiled as he put it
in gear and moved out into traffic. As Billy locked onto the oncoming car it's
right blinker went on and Bill felt a surge....finally....something was gonna
go right...he'd at least get a ride home maybe.

"Get in kid...yer goin' my way," the young driver said grinning. He was a
handsome dude, not that much older than a high school kid, but he was in shirt
and tie, and there was a suit coat hanging from the rear seat hook behind him.

Holding out his hand to shake, he said, "Name's Kenny...you Willie?" Bill
froze at that. Who? How? This guy knows the name he's called by in the circles of
his tormentors. But he's not even a school kid...or even from this school.

With a smiling nudge of his chin toward the handshake follow-through, which
Billy tentatively did, Kenny said, "Don't be shocked, I'm no clairvoyant. I'm a
sporting goods salesman for Rampart Sports. I was in the hallway as a bunch
of dudes come bursting out of the locker room spouting about "Willie and the
Hand Jive."

Bill yanked his hand away and shuddered slumping into the bottom of the seat,
but from the corner of his eye he was watching out the window for a chance to
jump out at the next slowdown.

Ken gently touched the top and back of Bill's head making Billy jerk further
away, but Kenny soothed and said, "Look here dude. I'm not a threat. More...I
think I can be your friend. Maybe your only one at this tough time. First tell
me what you like to be called."

Kenny's voice was serious and warm at the same time, and Bill told him 'Bill'
or 'Billy'.

"Okay, Bill, that's a good start. Now let me tell you what I saw and heard,
and also what I think.

"You need a friend BAD, right now. I can be that friend. First, I think
you're NOT queer." Billy's head snapped left to look deep into Ken's eyes and saw
trusting belief there. He sat upright now and listened without saying a word.

"Not one kid I heard coming out of the  lockers before the coach left me and
went in
said anything that even remotely sounded like they thought you were a queer,
Billy.
Not one. They laughed and called your fun name 'Willie and the..." Bill
winced and Ken cut off there.

Anyway, they talked about you like you were a 'fun' fer the day....but
nuthin' else. Nobody said anything like, "Fuckin' queer" or "cocksucker," or even
"faggot!" I swear," Ken said holding up his hand, palm out.

Ken went on, "I know if guys think that there is no shortage of verbal abuse
like that. With you, there was strangely none. Soooo, my guess? You ain't no
queer gayboy. Am I right?"

"Yes....YESSSSSSS! Thank god! I been so scared out of my wits. Everybody
turned on me. I've been shamed out all over two schools...I'm on fucking video
tape....web pictures.....everything. I have no choices. They see me, they put me
down and next thing I know I'm a fuckin' cum dump!" Bill squalled out non-stop.

"I guessed," said Ken. "I've been the same route at school, and  not that
long ago....but, for a long time....like it started in 8th grade. The diff
is....I AM gay. I know what I am, they found out, well, actually, they found me
getting too excited, you know, in the showers too many times, till one of the kids
called me out. Geez, that first afternoon, I had 8 dicks shoved in my mouth
in 10 minutes. I was a novice gayboy finding out about myself for the first
time in a public place, alone. I never even thought about eating cum, and in the
10 longest, fastest minutes of my life I swallowed 8 loads of teen
cream....and the rest, as they say, is history....nightmare mostly," Ken finished up.

"Gay or nay, I CAN help you. We'll get to that. I have a little free spending
money, but my expense expense account can handle most things we need to do
for you today. How 'bout we get to a store and get you some new clothes, so you
don't look like what those kids want you to look like?"

Billy's mood brightened and he directed Ken to the nearby mall and they got
some new Dockers, underwear, socks, shirt and sneakers. With his smelly gym
gear in a bag, they headed out again with Ken's arm around Bill's shoulders. Bill
was in one of his brightest moods in a good while. He was liking the relief
of having someone to tell his tale to.

They went to a restaurant outside of town where Ken explained he visits the
area's athletic directors each month and works equipment and uniforms plans
with them, and that he was going to line Bill up as an apprentice if he liked the
idea, and maybe line him up some other 'service' as well.

But first he wanted Billy to pour it all out and ease his mind with a chance
to tell Ken what had happened. Well it poured out of Bill's mouth like a
waterfall. In hushed tones and whispers, Billy told of every disastrous event these
last months, starting from his best friends catching him in afterschool
beatoff, to having to service the jocks in the lockerroom just hours ago.

Kenny whistled at times, and showed Bill that he understood everything. In
the middle of it all, Ken had Bill call home and tell his folks he was staying
with a friend that night, and he was okay, and would see them the next night.

After eating, they drove to Ken's motel. "I was going to clear out today, but
meeting you gives me a duty to you, and maybe something for me as well in
return," Ken said as they pulled into the parking area.

Bill was wary, although not worried. After what he went through the last 2
months he trusted nothing and no one very much....but Ken...well, he needed
somebody, anybody who would let him talk out this mess and give him a chance to
think it through and maybe even extricate himself. Clearly, Kenny had the same
experiences even though, as a gay guy, he was most likely a more willing player.

Ken quickly disspelled any thought of joy he might have had, having been
beaten again and again, and forced to suck and fuck for any and all cummers...no
friends...no one to tell or share or cry to. He wanted to do that for Bill
though, and he wanted to show Bill how he got the fun of it all now.

While he talked, Billy sipped at a soda, one leg over the arm of chair by the
bedside.

Ken was taking his clothes off, and now as he finished telling Bill of the
cross-section of his school times, he stood there hand's on hips, feet apart
about 14 inches, naked, and flexing his prick up and down about five feet away
from Bill.

The whole scene had played out so innocently, that Billy didn't even realize
that Ken was stripping until he looked at him with a smile and flexed his not
that hefty 6 inch prick.

A chill ran up Bill's spine. Was he gonna have go down on this seeming
benefactor of his....who he might have mistakenly trusted?

No....as it turned out. With a hand to Bill who took it, he guided Bill to
the bed and stripped him of his new clothes, carefully folding and putting each
thing aside until when Bill was at the full tremble on the shaky mattress, Ken
kneeled in front of him and while Bill still shook and quaked, Ken sucked the
kid's fine cock into his mouth.

Since Bill had his share of girls and also the scene when the girls took him
down in their locker room, a mouth on his dick shouldn't have been like a
shock, but, it WAS!

Ken had hardly taken him inside his mouth when Bill's gun went off like the
rockets' red glare....and after the fourth torrential volley of teen spoo he
blowed off to the back of Ken's mouth, he just shook so violently and collapsed
in a heap to the mattress.

Ken was all over him. In the next hour, there wasn't an inch of boyskin
missed by Ken's tongue. Billy had never been serviced.....ever! He sure was now.
Feet, toes, pits, belly button, balls, asshole, cock-sucked....3 more times that
first hour! He was in heaven.

His chest heaving, a wetfaced smile on his face, he looked up at his now
kneeling 'servicer,' and then when Ken ran a smoothing hand across Bill's chest,
he realized that all the things, the joys he felt this last hour, were what he
had been made to do to all those 'friends' and other dudes at school these
last nightmare months. He now knew the fascination....the exhilaration they felt
when they made him 'do' them, and....the intoxication...the addiction of it
all.

Ken could see the darkness come over the kid's face again. He leaned in and
kissed Bill's hand, spit in his own hand and wiped it into his crack. Another
gob to Bill's cock, and he said as he flopped to his back throwing his legs up,
"Fuck me, Billy....fuck yur main man, dude!"

Billy lurched up and looked sideways down at Kenny's face, saying without
saying, 'Do you really mean it?'

Ken just said it again as his leg wrapped behind Bill's shoulder and made him
fall over between Ken's legs, "Fuck me, young dude!"

With hands outstretched, he guided Bill into the crotch slot between his legs
which were now laying atop Bill's shoulders. He leaned up to grab onto
Billy's cock and fed it to his hole, rubbing it up and down and soon Kenny was on
fire, "Oh god, oh dude.....gimme .... gimmme all you got and as he pulled Bill's
now steeled cock to his hole, Bill started to push...and....he
pushed....more....and with his own hand and Ken pulling him in from behind the teen's
thighs, he broke through Kenny's assring. They both sighed loudly, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Go fer it, stud...fuck me dude....tear me a new hole!" Ken yowled in a high
pitched hoarse whisper. With one more pull behind Billy's leg, Billy surge
forward and it was like sinking into heavy molasses, as he slowly sank through
the young man's searing, moist hole. He felt like his cock had been devoured! He
looked down to where their bodies became one, and his cock was completely
inside Ken's bunger. He became newly crazed.....and he glared down into Ken's
eyes...his face....and the smile there gave him teensex rage...the need sate his
cock....HIS COCK....was now in charge!

He ravaged Ken....he fucked him hard, slow, then even pulled all the way out
and ham-slammed back into him over and over and spit drooled from his
lips.....his teeth gritted....a wicked smile showed all over his straining pretty boy
face, made so harsh and mean with the teenfuck frenzy he was in.

Ken was so joyed with the fine boy stud filling his joybox, he couldn't get
enough. He wailed and cried real tears and screamed in a low siren at Billy,
who was answering his cries to 'Fuck me' with "Fuck you....fuck you, fuck
youuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!"
Billy fucked Ken.....ohhhhh did he fuck him!!! On his back. On his side. On
his belly. He shoved him off the side of the bed and fucked him till they both
slid to the floor. He got Ken bent with his head on the floor and legs back
over him with his butt high against the side of the bed, and fucked him
backwards. He just fucked him and fucked him and fucked him. He shot wad after wad
into him until he was no doubt shooting blanks.....to way past midnight.

They finally got a grip when they burst out laughing when Ken's cum drained
prick pulsed off while he sat on Billy's prong, and nothing came out while the
older kid's prick bobbed and bobbed trying to give what he didn't have, and
the guppying pee hole opened and closed to the empty emission.

They showered together with Ken washing Billy from his knees, in full service
to his boy teen stud.

Back in the bed, squatting in towels facing each other, Ken told Bill...."You
own my ass, boy. I am your man servant."

"Now, I wanna tell whut else we can have you play at. If you expect to stay
here in school....and fight the abuse....and take it as I expect you will have
no choice, I can set you up with some spending money with clients of mine. I
have dudes, gay and straight, who would do flips to kneel to your cock and give
their ass away as well...for cash! It can be your choice. If you wanna give
'em head or fuck for 'em, that's your own business. My pay is they do business
with my company....and I get to serve you and your delicious teen cock with my
mouth and asshole.

"It will give you a feel for what you get when you let them serve you. Whatta
yuh say? Deal?" Ken coaxed as he held out a propostion sealing hand.

Billy wanted so bad to do anything Ken asked after the night he gave
him...the chance at release from all his torment regardless how short the time they
had this night. "Y-ye--yessss...I think," Billy stammered.

"Nuthin' to be afraid of my man....you'll have my cell number...any time you
want out of anything, you call and it's over."

Billy stared in his eyes....he was truthin'....and he he shook his hand hard,
and said, "Deal!"

Kenny explained that the apprentice arrangement would have him on Rampart's
books as 'in training/intern' and that his tasks would amount to initially
going with Ken on his next trip back, to meet all his clients in the area as well
as learn the techniques of guiding them to purchases and purchase planning for
their schools and clubs.

Exhausted now, they flopped back into the pillows and passed out.

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 and swallowed over and over hard. 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 with out 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 mnd'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."

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