Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2003 06:28:45 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 10

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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. Zach
Gets to Serve. Chapter 10.

 He reached behind Adam's neck, squeezed and said, "You did good, buddy. I am
so proud of you. You're gonna love Shane....huh? a lot."
 Adam was slumped in the seat, his soggy boxers, around his knees, his pants
at his ankles. His spent cock lying in the pool of gooey boy jam in his
pubes; face and hair all sweaty, with his hair rumpled, and sweat-stuck
spikes going in all directions atop his head.
 There was a tear in Adam's eye, which now slowly trailed down his cheek. His
mind moved in s-l-o-w motion, with an echo
.....'cocksucker.....cocksucker..... omigod, I'm a cocksucker.'

Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 10

 Shane pulled into the driveway, and said, "Let's go Adam. Getchur pants up,
and get upstairs. Shane was at the stairs waiting on the forlorn Adam. As he
reached him, Shane put an arm around his shoulders, and said, "Look here. We
both know this is what you really wanted. You gotta see it like reaching a
goal....dude. We're still best buds. Even though what we need's different, we
can both give each other what we want. There ain't nuthin' better than that,
huh? Right?" Adam was not responding....if he heard anything.
 They went through the door, into Shane's bedroom, and Shane locked
it....then locked the door to the main house. Adam was
shaking....scared....excited.....and, hard! Shane knew what he was talking
about. He wasn't just a master....he was the master, when it came to scopin'
kids out. He just knew Adam wanted to have his lifelong bud....and somehow,
Shane had figured it all out. He walked to his buddy. He stood almost chest
to chest with him. Adam was a few inches shorter, so he had to look up into
Shane's eyes. They could feel each other's heat.....each other's
breathing.....Shane stared deeply into Adam's eyes, then lowered his eyes to
the floor between them. Adam slowly, almost imperceptibly, at first bent at
the knees, and then knelt before his buddy, his master.
 Shane took Adam's cell from his pocket, dialed the kid's home number, and
gave Adam the phone.
 "Uh, hu-hi, Mom.....I-I'm gonna stay over Shane's for dinner, and sleep
over, 'kay? Yeah. Ok. I'll call in the morning. Bye."
 As Shane moved to his bed, he looked over his shoulder, and said, "Best you
get us naked, boy, and get about whut you been dreaming 'bout."
 Adam, still on his knees, pulled his T over his head, dropping it to the
floor. He reached for his pants button......a long night into day was due
Adam, this....the first day of his dream come true.......

 Casey, for his part, was naked, in a wet dream, wildly humping his mattress
in a dead sleep, having relished in putting Zach through his paces after
school.

 Bart got cut a break, when Shane got distracted, and mercifully, had an
unexpected afternoon off. Not even the middle schoolers jumped him, it would
seem, at least.

 Zach, padded all the way home, barefoot, from Casey's, for the second time
that week.
His feet were burning, sore, and skinned. After a long shower, and heavy
thinking, he decided, he would definitely seek out Stevie Saturday morning.
He just had to vent this. Every time he started to relive this nightmare
week, his head started spinning and he felt like he was getting
dizzy...sick..or somethin'. He sat on the toilet and baby oiled his poor
feet, then made his way to bed, and slid under the covers. With no dinner
(his mother tried to wake him, but he was dead to the world), he slept
through till mid-morning, Saturday.

After a big breakfast, and a talk with his mother, not a word of which he
remembered, he went over to Stevie's. He knocked at the door, expecting his
friend to answer.
 Stevie and Zach had been buds for all their kid years. They played together
as little kids. They played ball together as they got older. One could never
call them 'tight', but while they weren't always together, one could count on
the other for some boy fun, a little 'Gameboy' action, or a quick game of
hoop after school. They had the sleepover deals at each other's house over
the years, and a couple of times each kid went with the other's family on
vacation. Always great, and good fun for both. Both sets of parents really
liked their son's friend, and were comfortable when they knew the boys were
together, that they would be 'good' and wouldn't get themselves into trouble.
 For Zach's part, he 'leaned' on Stevie. Fair or not, when he needed a
friend, no matter who he was pals with at the time, it was Stevie he turned
to. Today was one of those days. After a week of boysex madness, what with
Casey, and the upperclassmen, his world was on it's ear. Today, this couple
of hours, were really the first waking hours he had without having to serve
some boy, before, during or after school, in about 6 days.
He just needed an unwinding. A non-pressure, how's it hangin' day. Stevie was
great for that. Always friendly, smart, self confident, and always a bud to
Zach.
 He was taken aback, when Steve's dad, towered over him instead.
"Why, hello, Zach. It's been a while since you've been over, come on in,"
Bob, Steve's dad,
said.
 Stepping inside, Zach was comfy, and all.....he knew the house well.
 Anyways, Bob, a good 6'2", and around 200 lbs, certainly filled the sweats
he wore. He was in sock feet, with no shirt....light chest hair, thick, but
not fat. His hair was wavy, short and reddish-brown.
 As he stepped aside, Zach walked in casually, almost as if Stevie was there
with them...that could have been because he expected Steve to come bounding
down the stairs at any moment, to join them.
 Bob closed the door, palmed Zach's shoulder, and guided him to the TV room,
where there was a ball game on, and a beer sitting on the table by the couch.
"Have a seat Zach, and I'll get you a drink...I know you're underage, but
I'll let you have a beer if you like. I always let Stevie join me for one
when we watch a game together."
 At first, Zach hesitated, then again.....first catching himself because he's
not supposed to take beer, and then he remembered, the good, then bad, then
real goooood experience at the beach with Shane, that first day. His face lit
up, and said, "Yeah, I'd like a beer, Mr...."
 "Bob, son. Call me Bob. I've known you since you were a pup. We shouldn't
have formalities," Bob said.
 "Thanks, uh, Bob, that sure feels funny," Zach said.
 "You'll get used to it boy, no problem," Bob responded.
 Zach sank back in the couch he spent many an afternoon on over the years,
putting his feet up, hands behind his head, and started getting into the
ballgame.
 Bob came back, and without a word, sat down next to Zach as he handed him
his beer, "Now just go slow with that Zach, and I won't get any upsetting
calls from your folks tonight."
 "Yes, Ss..erum, uh, Bob, I'll take it easy," Zach said, as he popped the top
and sucked the suds off the top of the can. "Uhh, where's Stevie? Isn't he
coming down?"
 "Oh, he's not here, Zach. He and his mother took off for the city today, and
will be late getting back tonight, but you sure are welcome to stay and keep
an old man company," Bob told him.
 "Oh, sure, Bob, that's great. I'm fine with that, you've always been one of
the guys with us. I always feel good with you around...and thanks," Zach said.
 "No problem, boy, no problem," said Bob.
As Bob slugged from his beer, his mind drifted to those days these last
years, when the boys were filling out, and he was getting his eyeful of their
cute pouches in their undies during sleepovers, and their little bubble butts
in swimsuits.....ahhhh! He also remembered there was one kid who was always
ogling back at him.......it was Zach! "Son of a bitch! That's right! It was
Zach!" his mind frenzied. Now, here he was.....alone.....with an object of
his closeted desires, these many years.
 This self revelation wasn't new to Bob, by any means. He'd been spying on
his son, at night, after the boy was asleep. He'd also been stealthily taking
Stevie's underwear from his laundry pile in the closet, and whiffing in them.
His son's smells, and he figured, any boy's smells, were intoxicating to him.
 Between Stevie's 12th and 13th birthdays, the kid had discovered the
wonderful world of 'wackadoo', and had been beating his pud now for easily a
year....many a time, while his father watched in the dark from the hall. Bob
had even been so daring as to steal into the boy's room after he was asleep,
and snatch the boxers Stevie used as a cum rag, from the floor. Then he'd
slip quietly back out into the hall, then down to the bathroom.
He'd lock the door, sit on the toilet seat, lick his boy's sperm jam from his
shorts, pull them over his head, and breath in his son's smells, while
beating his hog to a wild cum. When he'd sufficiently recovered, he'd clean
up, pull himself together, and sneak back to his son's doorway. Gently, he'd
loft the boxers right to the side of the bed where Stevie had dropped them
after his own beatoff. Still trembling for fear of being caught, he would
ease back to his room, and to bed, with the smells of his son on his face,
and the taste of his son in his mouth.
 His daydreaming had put a glaze in his open eyes that scared Zach, now on
his knees, sideways facing Bob, shaking him to his senses, "Bob, you ok, Bob?"
 "Wha! Uh! Ohhh! Where? Oh...Zach, it's you! Boy, I don't know what
happened!" Bob said.
 "Gee, Bob, I got scared. You were throwing your head back, taking these deep
gaggy breaths, and then your tongue was licking out all around your lips
wildly. I thought it might be a stroke, or sumpin'," Zach related.
 Zach's picture description, told Bob exactly what happened, and he broke out
in a big smile, sighed, and held Zach tight, and pulled him close, saying,
"Thank you, Zachie, thank you. You really have helped me out today. Let me
help you in return," Bob said.
 Zach was saying, "Oh, it was noth....," but Bob had pulled him to him and
kissed him deeply, sucking nearly all the breath out of Zach. His hands were
everywhere at once. He was squeezing Zach's bubble butt with one hand, and
rubbing his crotch with the other, while literally rubbing the whole boy up
and down his own body.
Without allowing the boy to recover his strength, and get his beer-slowed
mind working,
Bob was eating the boy's pits through his shirt, while frenetically rubbing
the boy's now rock hard cock through his pants. As he pushed the kid's shirt
up, his tongue followed right up to his neck and Adam's apple, which he
sucked hard, then chewed gently........still rubbing the boy's peter.
Quickly, down on his knees, he yanked the boy's shorts and boxers down in one
move. Sneakers, socks, gone. Boy. Naked. For him. At last! He wrapped his
arms under the boy's back, sliding him off the couch and right between his
knees, till he had the boy's face and his together, in another wild and
passionate sucking kiss.
 Ohhhhhhh! He nearly fainted. He heard Zach sigh that sigh from deep inside
that answered any questions about whose boy Zach was gonna be today! Gently,
pecking Zach's lips, he rose with the boy nestled in his arms under his back
and knees, and walked out of the TV room, and up the stairs, Zach's head
buried in his neck........oh my, to Stevie's room. Stevie's smells permeated
the room.......and once inside, and holding his son's friend close, he pulled
the covers down, and gently lay Zach on the bed........Stevie's
bed.........with his head on the pillow......Stevie's pillow. Bob's head was
spinning from the sin of it all.....his boy's friend!
 Bob went to Stevie's closet. He picked up 2 pairs of shorts and a pair of
socks. Back to Zach, he dressed Zach in Stevie's dirty socks. Then put his
son's boxers on Zach. He took the other pair of shorts and as he laid next
to, yet partly over Zach, he let him breath deeply into Stevie's
shorts......Bob whispered, "Ahhhhhhh, Stevie," to Zach, as he pulled them
over Zach's head with fly and crotch over his nose......... and then Bob took
a shocked start, when Zach sighed, breathed, and repeated, "Ahhhhhhhh,
Stevie!"
 With that, if Bob was ever gonna go into autosex, that was gonna do it. Zach
dreamed of Stevie, too!
 Bob started his adventure at the foot of the bed, where he stripped the
sweats, shorts and socks off himself. Crawling up toward his near-naked prey,
his face and tongue came upon the bottoms of Zach's feet. Removing the Stevie
socks from Zach, he licked, and sucked and chewed every last inch of that
kid's feet and toes. He eased up between Zach's legs, licking up the sides of
both, and then underneath, up to the underknees, then back down the shins,
and out over the foot to the toes. He placed the boy's feet one on top of the
other, squeezing, and pushed all ten toes into his mouth, and chewed, tongue
tickled and sucked till Zach was screaming and pounding the bed with his
fists. Releasing them, he slid back up to Zach's thighs, and licked up, down
and around, and all Zach could say was, "Sssssssssssss!"
Reaching up, he pulled Stevie's boxers from Zach, and discarded them.
He eased from Zach's thighs, and Bob's tongue slithered in under the boy's
nuts, giving him a tremendous hickey-suck in that super spot between his
balls and his pucker hole.
 Zach let out a, "Grrrrroarrr," from inside Stevie's shorts, still covering
his face. His chest was heaving so fast, and he had brought his knees up,
with his feet flat on either side of Bob's shoulders.
 Bob gulped Zach's balls, completely, and at once......catching Zach so by
surprise, he gasped, held his breath, gritting his teeth, then sighed so
gutturally, and deep, as he came down when Bob let his nuts slip out over his
lower lip. Then, with practically no respite for Zach, Bob dove onto the
kid's cock, and sucked his 5 incher right into his throat!
 "IIIIIIIIIIIyuhh! Uh! Uh! OOOOOOOO! Heunghhh!" Zach screamed and grunted,
and as Bob started swallowing over the poor kid's knob, over and over, he
grabbed onto Bob's head, started beating it, and pounding his feet
alternately on the bed, then up on Bob's back.
He was literally beating the shit out Bob....as he cummed from so deep inside
his being, right down Bob's throat, who kept swallowing, and
swallowing.....and swallowing over that beautiful boy's cockknob. As the
sensitivity cock spasms convulsed the boy, he was so out of breath and
exhausted he was whistle-wheeezing from his throat.....and was long out of
screams or voice.
 Bob raised his head to look at the underwear-clad face. The whole of
Stevie's boxers were soaked with drooled and sprayed spit from Zach's mouth,
and some of the material had actually sunk into Zach's mouth....and he was
sucking on it! With a smile, Bob hovered above Zach, eased the shorts up and
off Zach's head, kissing him softly on his lips, then leaned down on his
elbows to Zach's waist, and began a lickety trek up the boy's pubes, belly,
and chest. In Zach's exhaustion, he reacted minimally, as Bob traveled the
length and breadth of his upper body boy skin. Then, he backtrack-tongued to
Zach's belly button, tongue-dived, then sucked it in a vacuum.
 The kid just bounced his butt from the bed, up, held his back in a high
arch, and when Bob finally released that little inny button hole, Zach
flopped to the bed again, with a heaving sigh, and a little "Whelpp!"
 Bob quickly sucked in Zach's left nipple, and before the kid could react,
sucked in the other one......then back...and forth...and back, and chewed a
little boytit, "Aiiiiieee,"
squealed his young charge. He repeated the chewbite, and Zach squealed
again......ooohh, it was soooo pretty!
 He swooped into the boy's right armpit, as he gripped and pushed the boy's
wrists to the headboard above his head. Zach was so over-pleasured, and all
screamed out, that as Bob's tongue rasped the boy's hairless pits, over, and
mercilessly, Zach just started heaving from this belly and chest, as he broke
into such blubbering sobs, and convulsive spasms. He just cried so deeply,
the tears poured from his eyes, down his cheeks and onto Stevie's pillow.
 Bob's face was right above Zach's now. He looked down in wonder at his
first-ever broken boy! And he had broken him so beautifully. What pride he
felt! He licked all the tears as they streamed from Zach's eyes, and as he
moved to Zach's lips, he whispered,
"Oh Zachie, you're beautiful, my pretty boy, tell me you love me baby, tell
me."
 Zach opened his teary eyes, looked into Bob's, and pulled him down wrapping
his arms tightly around Bob's neck, and for the first time in his boylife,
Zach initiated a passionate kiss.
 "Tell me, boy, tell meeee!" Bob pleaded.
 Zach looked to his man, started to cry again, squealing "Yes,
y-y-y-e-sssssss, Oh, yes, please, I love youuuuuuu!"
 Bob lay heavily on the boy for some long seconds, then very
slightly....imperceptibly at first, he started hunching the young cherub-boy.
 Then with a quick, and slippery, sweat-aided slide down the boy's trunk,
Bob, burrowed under the boy to his bud. As his tongue slid in the crack and
around the boyhole, Bob's hands were raising Zach's legs ever higher, then as
he pushed his knees to the boy's chest, he sunk his tongue right through
Zach's anal lips. Zach's palms went sweaty, fisted then gripped the
bedclothes, pulling as Bob's tongue eased through the pussy muscle, and
spit-slicked that channel of love to be.
 "Um, umm, um, uh, ummm," went Zach, gripping and re-gripping the sheets, as
Bob's tongue wildly whipped all around inside Zach. Zach was in someplace
else now, so ecstatically pleasured, he was near full-swoon, fading in and
out of consciousness.
 With a big "Thwuckk!" and pull, Bob released the boy's pussy.
 Zach's whole body relaxed and his breathing returned.
 Bob once again lay over his boytoy, and as he sucked in the boy's left ear,
tonguing inside, first one, then two fingers, slid up into Zach......and as
he fingered sooo gently in and out of the boy, he whispered into his
tongue-slicked ear, "Zach!  Zachie? Can you hear me baby?"
 Zach nodded, slowly, from his trance.
 "Your loving Bob is gonna fuck you baby. He's gonna fuck you now, honey. You
want that for your man, don't you baby? Zachie?" Bob pleaded.
 Again, Zach, just nodded.
 Bob pleaded with Zach, "Puleeeeease, honey, tell me to fuck you baby.
Zachie, say 'Fuck me daddy Bob, fuck me.' "
 Tickle licking the boy's ear, Zach said, "Uhhhh, Ohh, daddy Bob, d-d-da-ddy
Bob, please fuck me. FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AHHHHHHHHGHHHH! PLEEEEEEEEASE!!
 By now, all Bob's fingers were working Zach's pussy. He kissed the boy's
lips, rose up between Zach's legs, and as he looked down into Zach's
beautiful, glistening black eyes, he watched those beautiful eyes widen as
saucers, as his beer can cock filled that pussy like no one ever had. Zach
sucked in, gasped, grabbed Bob's arms, nails digging, as Bob's boy-pleaser
slid home in one long 8 inch ride.
 He leaned down to Zach's face, asking once more, "Tell me baby, tell me
again....."
 Zach breathlessly, screamed, "OHHHHHHH! BURNING!! BURNING!!" Near
hysterical, pounding the bed, flailing his legs, "Ohhhhhhhhh," he screamed,
fully crying, bucking, and spasming, he slowed, and eased down, and settled,
then....and, then....said, "Fuck me, daddy Bob, fuck meeee!"
 As Bob rocked into a steady, building, relentless fucking of this boy of his
dreams, his mind ran through visions, all those boy sleepovers gone by, of
Stevie's jizz, and smells, of the boys he'd ogled in the streets and parks
and beaches, all his life. "Oh god, I am so complete in this boy, so,
finally, complete!" Bob said gratefully, to himself, as he picked up the
speed and started into a full long-cocking of that fucktoy of his, riding his
manrail.
He loved running his hands up and down, and squeeze, and up and down his
beautiful boy legs, which he had pulled up against his chest now, and licked
those young boy ankles, and
still long-cocking, he slipped into a butt-snapping, power fucking of young
Zach. The boy was being pummeled, and pounded, and bounce and fuck and
omigod, he felt GOOOOOOOD!
Zach pulled his legs down, grabbing his feet, pulling down, he tried to bite
his own toes, and then pounded the back of his feet onto Bob's shoulders.
 "Fuck mefuckmefuckme, daddy Bob, fuck me!" Zach raged.
 Bob marveled at how this boy had just changed, and entered a new phase of
his life.
He fucked that boy's brains out!
 "Tell me honey. Tell me you want my Stevie boy-seed inside your young
pussy....Stevie-seed, boy, tell me, tellme!!" Bob yelled.
 His head awhirl..in sex...in love...fucking....seed......Stevie...."Yesssss,
oh, daddy Bob, I want Stevie-seed in my pussy, please, in my pussyyyyy!!"
Zach yelled back.
 "Cummmmmmmmminnnngggggggg!!!" Bob roared. Shot after shot, of molten Stevie
shot deep into Zach. What a fabulous cum!! Bob had never in his life cum so
hard, so long, and geeez, so much!! The juice just poured out around his cock
..still spasming inside of Zach.
 "I love you boy, I love you," Bob whispered.
 Finally, still inside Zach's boyhole, and oozing, he wrapped the boy into
his arms, and after cuddling him in a fetal curl, and with his full strength
back, he rose from the spit, sweat and cum-soaked bed, Stevie's bed, and
walked them to the shower.
 Still inside, and reflex pumping the boy, they let spray from the shower
cascade over these bodies of sexual expression. Shower off, Bob sat on the
tub lip, wrapped Zach in a towel and rubbed him dry. Bob's own body was still
wet, and while he air-dried himself,
he kissed Zach, who then leaned into his shoulder.......oh, my, and Bob was
still flex-fucking Zach! He whispered into Zach's ear, "Do you want daddy Bob
to let you cum again, Zachie?"
 Almost imperceptibly, Zach nodded yes into Bob's neck. Still holding
position on the edge of the tub, Bob started to pump the boys pretty pink pud.
 As Zach's head started to bob, and he started to bounce on Bob's manpole,
Bob raised the boy off his once again steely cock. He stood the boy straddled
over him, his feet on the tub lip, toes gripping the edge, Bob put 2 fingers
up inside Zach, and sucked him in a violent frenzy. Ohh, the boy was bucking
and pumping and he fisted Bob's ears so hard, they blanched. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Uh!
oh, uh, unghh, oh, please ......cumming
.....cumming............................... cummmmmmmminggggggg!!"
 While Bob initially was fingering Zach for the boy's increased pleasure, he
actually gave the kid a three-point balance, that might have saved the two of
them from falling head over heels into the tub, after Zach's violent cum.
 Swallowing the boy's jam, he kissed his cock, set him onto the floor, and
took the boy by the hand, and they walked out into the hall, down the stairs
to the TV room. He sat on the couch, in all his naked, broadman body, reached
down and picked up Zach's socks. He motioned for the boy to come to him. Zach
balanced with a hand on Bob's shoulder, and raising each foot, Bob socked
him. Then he took the boy's T, and he slipped it over his arms, head and
smoothed it down his chest, giving a little tug on the boy's cock, getting a
broad smile from his fucktoy. They repeated the sock balancing act, as Bob
sneakered the boy up. There he was. All dressed.....except his boxers and
shorts. Bob was pulling on his cock, which was at full rod. Looking up into
Zach's face, he smiled. Zach smiled. Broader. Sonofabitch! The little fucker
climbed on that mancock and fucked his own brains out! And what a speed fuck
it was! In no time, Bob was out of his mind, and....and....holy shit, the kid
jumped off! What the fuck? Throwing himself to his knees, he blew that
motherfucker off! He blew that motherfucker off!! Swallowing
everything....some long minutes later, post spasm, and in aftercum glow, Bob
looked down at Zach's cum-gooey mouth and chin.....and Zach looked swoony
into his daddy Bob's eyes, and said, "Now...now, I really have Stevie-seed in
me.....for always!"
 Bob started to cry, pulling the boy between his naked legs, against his
naked body, and kissed him long and deep. Bob snugged against the boy's neck,
nuzzled, and asked, "Will you fuck for me, again Zachie....for always?"
 Zach pulled up and kissed his lips, and said, "Oh, daddy Bob, I want to fuck
for you again....and always. Oh, thank you daddy Bob. Thank you!"
 At last, Zach eased up to his feet, and leaning on Bob's shoulder, Zach
stripped his sneaks and socks back off, handing the socks to Bob.
"Daddy Bob, can I have Stevie's boxers and socks?" Zach asked.
A big smile widened across Bob's face, and he said, "Of course, boy, of
course. Go back up and get 'em."
 Zach sailed out of the TV room barefoot and cock flopping.
 Whooosh! In a flash he was back with Bob, panting, Stevie's spit soaked
shorts and the socks Bob had put on his feet earlier, in hand. He flopped to
the floor and put the socks on, pulled on the boxers, then reached for and
pulled on his sneakers again.
Bounding up, he went over to Bob, who had him step into his shorts, and then
he pulled them up his legs, patting them in place, and rubbing both the boy's
butt and cock at the same time.
 Zach turned, bent down, and picked up his shorts.....sniffed them....looking
over them into Bob's eyes......he gently pushed his boxers to Bob's
face.....Bob breathed deeply, sighed and said, "Ahhhhhhh, Zachie!"
 Zach nudged them forward, for Bob to take......and keep. Bob's face
brightened just like a little kid's with a candy, as he rose and walked to
the door with the boy. They kissed so hard, Bob's meaty hand down the boy's
pants gripping his cock and balls! Zach loved it. Loved him. Then.......he
was gone.
 Turning, Bob closed the door, buried his face again into Zach's boxers, got
a little light headed, then absently started to walk the stairs......still
naked .....back to Stevie's room.....
He looked down at the sheets, that unholy fucking mess! He would have to
strip the bed, turn the mattress, god, what else? But that was later. He
slowly slid himself back down in the spittle, and sweat and goop, and boy
smells. As he slid from the middle of the bed, he licked the drying goo
there, and then sniffed deeply as he slid his head all the way to Stevie's
now sweat-damp pillow case. He began fully, and absently humping the bed, his
head now buried in the pillow, and the Stevie smells there...and Zachie
smells there......he pumped, and humped, and harder and harder, and faster,
faster..............
"Cummmmmmmminnnngggggggg!" he screamed into the pillow. Spit drooled from the
sides of his mouth, with muffled cries into the pillow of, "Ohhhhhh,
Zachieeeeeeeeee! Ummmmmmmm, ohhhhhhh Stevie....Stevie.....ohhh, my
Stevieeeeee!!"

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