Date: Fri, 16 May 2003 08:56:49 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 11.

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
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. Zach
Gets to Serve. Chapter 11.

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!!"

Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 11. A Buddy Gets to Serve.

The sun seemed brighter, and so much more glorious than at any other time in
Zach's life.
He was strutting across the walk and lawn to his house, but his feet weren't
touching the ground.
His hands burrowed into his pockets, where he rubbed Stevie's boxers against
his once again, hard boy dick. As he stopped to get the door, he scrunched
his toes back and forth in his sneaks... knowing he was rubbing them where
Stevie's toes had been. Ooohh,
he wanted to get to his room in a hurry. Now he really knew he needed to get
with Stevie!

 Several blocks away, after school on Friday afternoon, Bart had had a moral
victory of sorts, making it all the way home without getting jumped by any of
his now daily torment teams. As he closed the front door of the house, he
just leaned heavily against it, and exhaled deeply....so relieved at having
his life, and his body, to himself, again, finally.
 Coming 'round the corner, and about a block from Bart's house was Benjy, and
with him were Dan, Dave, Billy, and the rest of the middle schoolers who had
jumped Bart earlier in the week.

 Back at Shane's, Casey was sex'hausted, and sacked out in his bed, his spent
dick schloking around in wet dream goo. Both doors to Shane's room were
uncustomarily locked.  Shane was sprawled on his bed, propped up against his
pillows, watching his best friend Adam. Adam was removing his sneakers and
socks, then, as he rose up off the floor, he let his cargoes drop, pushing
his boxers down to join them, stepping out of both. Fully naked now, he
turned to Shane, and seemed to know, he should get on the bed, from the
bottom, and thereby work up to his friend from there.
 Shane smiled down at his buddy as he crawled onto the foot of the bed,
kneeled, and began to remove Shane's sneakers. Dropping them to the floor, he
then pushed the boy's socks down around his heels, and pulled them off in
true kid fashion, by the toes. With a sock in each hand, Shane said, "Give
'em a good, deep sniff, Adam. Lemme hear you suck in that breathe through
your nose."
 The constant, "Ssnnupphhh," was all the sound there was in the room for long
moments.
Finally, when Adam saw Shane nodding, as he looked to him, over the socks at
his nose, he discarded them, and moved up to get Shane's pants.
 Shane just shook his head, and Adam sat back quickly, a bit nervous. "Serve
my feet, boy."
 Adam had witnessed this scene enough the past week to know he needed to get
tonguin' and kissin' boy feet and toes. Boy! Did he! He was down on his
elbows and knees, with naked boybutt in the air, what a site that was,
looking from the door! He took Shane's right foot, first, in both hands, and
while rub-flexing the whole of the foot with his finger tips, his tongue
swabbed from the ankle bend to the toes...over, and over. Then he moved to
lick both sides, then the heel to the toes. Finally, he sucked in each toe,
like it was a tiny dick. Then, he moved to take care of the other foot,
finally licking a little ways up Shane's shins, pushing his pants legs up
with his fingers and nose.
 Still on elbows, he reached for the button and zipper tag, and opened the
kid's pants. He slowly...gently guided the pants and boxers down and under
Shane's ass till they were free, and removed them to the floor. He smiled
weakly at Shane, seeking some kind of approval, which Shane gave him with a
nod. Down once again, he made a lip and tongue trail up both legs to near
Shane's crotch. Then he lifted the boy's legs, one at and time and made the
same mouth trek up the backs of each. He burrowed into both knee creases,
sucking and rasping, eliciting deep, siren moans from Shane. Adam was very
pleased that his friend finally showed some kind of real satisfaction. Adam
now surged under Shane's tail, and while pushing his legs way up, he had
Shane back on his shoulders.
He wormed his tongue from tail bone to balls, and back....and forth...and
back. Shane starting kicking his feet in ecstacy....it was delicious! Adam
tongue-darted Shane-pucker, once, twice, three times....then pulled up,
lowered Shane, burrowed under his balls and licked everything. Ooooh,that so
sexy spot between the butthole and balls......ohhhh, Shane was near out of
his mind. While he was training the others, he never got to enjoy the boy
service he was getting now from his best friend.
 His balls disappeared, one at a time, into Adam's mouth. He sucked in his
breath. Adam swirled his tongue wildly between and around those boy nuts. He
chewed down into the top of the sack, giving his buddy the pleasure pain
above, and soothing thrill below. His fingers went inside his mouth from the
corners and he fingered Shane's nuts while licking 'em, as well.
 Shane's massive cock was drooling pre-cum like a faucet. He dare not touch
it....it was clearly on a hair-trigger. As Adam released his balls, and
started to lick at the boy's root, Shane gripped it tightly with his finger
and thumb, to ward off the impending cum.
He held his breath and froze...muscles tightened right down to his toes.
Success! He relaxed, and pulled Adam by the hair, while he raised his shirt
up toward his neck. Adam understood, and took his shirt off. Shane was now
completely naked below him, and Shane pulled his head into his left pit. Adam
did both pits, nips, and belly button.
 Shane finally said, "Suck me, boy."
 Adam dove on his buddy's meat like a starving cub, and in seconds, Shane was
lurching up, and grabbing the back of Adam's head as he pumped wad after wad
of surging boy jam up into his pal's mouth. The rush and massive load was so
intense, that Adam kept almost none of it in his mouth. As Shane bucked, and
wheezed and wailed in his wild cum,
he beat the bed with his feet, and kept spasming as Adam feverishly drained
his cock, and went about licking up all the spent juice in the boy's cockhair.
 As Adam came up for air, cum-slick cheeks and all, and looked his bud in the
face, they both knew this was only the beginning, as Shane's throbbing cock
sprung up hard against his belly. "Go get the lube, Adam."
 In no time Adam was up and back from the bathroom with the K-Y. He slicked
his friend's pole, and stuck a finger into his crack...gingerly....frowning
as he looked at Shane.
 "Look," Shane said sternly, "it'll be a damn site easier on you if you do it
yourself....now,
than if I have to do it, Fuckboy!"
 Adam was shocked, when he was called fuckboy. He sort of knew they weren't
equals anymore...if they ever were....but that put a seal on it. He wasn't
sure if he hated it....or....liked it.....or.....wanted it! Resigned, he
closed his eyes tight, and with a quick shove, his poop chute was oiled for
duty.
 Shane gripped his boyrod at the root and whipped it back and forth, yelling,
"Ride 'em, cowboy!"
 Adam rose up into a squat, and settled his butt down slowly, reaching for
Shane's poker, targeting, he sat s-l-o-w-l-y, and tears rained down his
cheeks as he took that beef jerker up inside. It seemed like forever, but
Adam finally felt boy pubes tickle-prickling his butt...then sat hard, with a
yelp. His whole body was soaked with sweat from his ordeal. His best friend
of all his young life had him deflower himself! As he wiped the tears from
his eyes, the blurry image of Shane cleared to show the very familiar, and
lecherous smile Adam had seen him wear this last week while he tore through
boy ass after boy ass.
 With a hard hump, he bounced Adam up and down, and said, "Comeon, Fuckboy,
ride!"
 Adam began the familiar auto-fuck, with a slow rise, and lower and rise,
and, "Ummmm,
huh, uh, ungh, oh, ahhmmm, fu-uhck, fuck-in', unngghh. Oh, Shane, oh Shane,
I'm fuckin'...I'm fuckin meeeee.....ohhhhh.....Shaaaaaaaaane!" Adam screamed.
 Shane lurched up and rolled the fuckboy over and down then back up onto his
shoulders, and driving his boy ram deep, and deeper....and deeper, he gave
Adam everything the boy ever needed....all in that one moment...Adam finally
got what he needed these last years.
The beatoff fantasies with the indistinguishable face....he knew now...he
knew....it was....
it was always.....he looked up into Shane's straining features, while
bouncing below him like a rag doll, and cried into his life long buddy's
face.....Sh-sh-shane, I-I-I lo-uh-ove fuck-in', uh, I love, uh, you,
Shane....oh, Shane," his tears streamed from his eyes, his lips trembled, and
his jaw quivered, "Ohhhh Shaaaane!"
 Shane wickedly smiled into his longtime buddy's eyes, baring his teeth,
sucked in and spit a tremendous gob across the boy's face. "Fuck you!   Fuck
you, you fuckin' cunt. Fuck you!"
 Adam moaned, and fucked his toyass up onto Shane's prick....ohmigod, how he
needed it...he just fuckin' needed it! .....and he needed it, from this
boy...his forever buddy. He needed to give himself to this boy!
 And, Shane took it, by damn, every last inch worth. He bounce-fucked the boy
into the mattress, and even Adam's joyous moans came out in a stutter of
delirium. Broken was that boy in the deepest satisfaction....fulfillment
..... of his young life. He was at once taken to the depths only to rise in
the glory of boyhood, as it should be...as he wanted it to be! "Fuck me
Shane, please fuck meeeeeee!"
 And fuck him he did...pounding, banging, bouncing, hump and hump, and ohhhh,
he was almost there. So, almost there....and...and...."Aiieeeoohahlmunggh,"
Adam screamed as his cumshot fired straight into his face, his toes wiggled
and squirmed in front of Shane's strained face, as his feet kicked in Shane's
gripping hands. "Huh, uhhuh, awll, olwl," Adam wound down, but his pulsing
pucker sent Shane into fantasy land, and he fired a tremendous cum volley
into his buddy. A convulsing cum like no other cum he'd ever had! Fucking his
best buddy had brought out sensual thrills in him he'd never felt before, and
it showed through his massive explosion, and final collapse through Adam's
legs, to his chest and shoulders. Adam was absently licking Shane's neck and
ear, and anywhere else his tongue and lips could reach his sweat-soaked
friend. Shane just lay there, coming down, heaving breaths starting to
normalize....his now semi-hard, boy peter, slipping from Adam's toybox.
 As Shane, calmed, he pulled up on his hands, then rose up into a
straddle-squat on Adam's legs. "I needed you, Fuckboy. I really needed to
fuck you today."
 Adam didn't really like how that came out, but that was the most affection
any fucktoy of Shane's could ever expect, and after a slight frown of
disappointment, Adam weakly smiled in exchange for small favors.
 Shane smacked the kid's belly, and said, "Get me a shower, boy, and we'll
get some dinner."
 Adam wormed his way out from under Shane and ran the shower, waiting for
Shane, who came in shortly. Cock flopping, Shane stepped into the tub, and
pulled Adam in and pushed him down handing him the soap and washrag. Adam
washed his friend, who squatted at his face and spread his cheeks for finger
and tongue probing and general cleaning.
 Finally, rinsed and squeaky, he faced Adam holding his cock up to Adam's
mouth...and said, "Drink me, boy."
 As Adam looked up and started to voice objection, Shane pulled his head and
mouth over his boy-spiggot, and power-pissed into Adam, getting a raucous
charge out of watching the piss that Adam couldn't possibly swallow, almost
shoot out the corners of his mouth in a blubbery, bubbling flow that looked
so funny to Shane he just laughed till he cried at his best buddy, who was
taking it like a champ, on his knees, drenched in boy piss, as Shane
punctuated this shameful exposition of him with a series of cock smacks
across his nose and cheeks.
 He turned the water back on, so Adam could wash his feet, and rinse the piss
off his own body, then shutting the faucet, he handed Adam the towel to dry
him.
 When they returned to the bedroom, they dressed in just shorts and T's,
barefooting their way to the main house and downstairs for dinner.
 While they waited for the call, they sprawled in front of TV, and Shane
pulled Adam out the chair, flopping him to the floor. Shane would push his
foot and toes into Adam's face now and again, continuing to intimidate his
friend. Soon, Casey made his way down, sitting with them, watching this
minor, but normal scene between the two longtime friends play out, silently.
 Shane looked at Casey, and asked him, "You put your boy through his paces
today, Fuckboy?"
 Casey, quick to catch the tones, answered, "Yessir."
 "Good, good...I like to hear that," Shane followed.
 "Comeon, boys, it's ready," came the call from the kitchen for dinner.
 Casey spent most of his dinner, diddling with his food in the plate, looking
from Adam to Shane, face to face, trying to figure out what was different
tonight. Even though his brother and Adam looked shower fresh, somehow Adam
looked flustered, or worn out or something....he knew that look, and he
couldn't pin it down......
 After dinner, and some quiet wind down time watching TV, Shane belted Adam,
and said "Let's get it on, Fuckboy."
 "Holy shit!" Casey thought to himself. "Fuckin' Adam! Shane's buddy! A
Fuckboy?!"
 Casey sprawled there on the club chair, heels on the seat edge, looking
between his legs, as his disbelieving eyes followed the boys as they left
obviously, for Shane's room.
 Once back in Shane's room, Shane stood while Adam undressed him, and
himself. Shane moved to the bed, and made himself comfortable, then told Adam
to go get the rubbing alcohol and work his boy muscles for him.
 An hour later, Adam was deep massaging Shane with baby oil. Adam sat back on
his heels at the foot of the bed after working the oil into the last
Shane-toe, and searched Shane's closed eyes and face for: 'What's next?'
 Shane reached for his prick, and wagging it, said, "Blow me, kid. Nice and
slow."
 Adam bent down to all fours between Shane's legs and began to service buddy
pud. After an hours worth of near cums, Shane lurched up, and put Adam to his
back, sprung over him and pounded his meat into Adam, so fiercely, he shocked
the kid, whose arms and legs were flailing all around, and as Shane sank his
reamer down his throat, Adam started punching and kicking for lack of air,
and, and, and, "Swaller it you fuckin' bastard. Swaller it."
 With barely enough air from his snorting nose, the straining, frenzied boy
swallowed over Shane's cockhead till he brought him off with a throat muscle
jerk off. Shane was screaming but was so exhausted from his power-fuck and
release, that just wheezing is all it sounded like. He eased his cock onto
Adam's tongue where Adam could taste the last of his boy-ooze first hand.
 As he sat on Adam's chest, he fed his cockhead, in pats to his lips, and
said, "Kiss it, baby. Kiss. Again. Yehhh, kiss daddy Shane's dickhead, pussy.
Kiss it. Attaboy." Shane kept that up for over a half hour, sometimes
alternating, sticking the helmet fully inside, then back out. Still doing it,
he reached for the phone, and pushed '4' the intercom for Casey's room.
 It was nearing 10 PM as Casey answered, and Shane said, "Get your fuckboy
butt in here, asshole....on your knees."
 In a very few short moments, Shane smiled hearing the flurry of crawling
fuckboy in the hallway. Soon, Casey was crawling inside Shane's door, closing
it and pulling his boxers off to crawl hands and knees to Shane's bed. As he
got up on his knees into 'fuckboy', his shock was obvious. His eyes wide as
saucers, his mouth hung open, at the site of Adam, lying naked under Shane,
making kissing pecks on Shane's pre-cum drooling dickhead. Casey sprung up,
cock hard to his belly.
 In muffled tones, Shane told Casey, "Get the clippers, razors, cream and
water, Fuckboy."
 S-o-o-o-o, a shaving we will go! Oh, fuck-in' joy. Casey was so damn
excited, he forgot his feet were crossed in 'fuckboy', and when he jumped to
get all the shaving stuff, in his glee, tripped and fell on his face....agai
n! "Boy, by my count, you've executed face plant three times this week. You
are some dumbfuck, aintchu."
 "Y-Yes-ss-sir," Casey stammered, and stumbling up, he repeated, "some
dumbfuck, sir." Fuck he couldn't get that shaving shit fast enough...it was
his most favorite thing. God! Shaving these older kids to their eternal
shame....there ain't no greater hot for a kid his age.
 Adam was comatose, for all practical purposes, after staring at that boy
cock in his face, having to constantly kiss it for over 40 minutes now. He
had no idea what Casey was doing, if he even knew the little fuckboy was in
the room.

 While the soap opera on the bed continued, Casey, who had returned with all
the shit for shaving Adam, was at the microwave, heating the water. He
plugged in the hair clippers and moved bedside, awaiting Shane's go ahead.
When Shane turned to him, Casey shook the shears, and Shane nodded.
 With the biggest grin, Casey scrambled on the bed between Adam's legs. It
was the first Adam realized something, or someone else, was in the room. His
eyes went wide and fear showed on his face, as the shears whirred into
action. Shane shook his head at Adam, and smacked his face 5 quick times with
his boy beater. Adam settled back down when he realized whatever happened,
there was nothing he could do about it. The cool shears moved gently, if
relentlessly, through his boy bush....and in moments....there was none.
 Casey quick-swapped the shears for the electric razor and got back on the
bed, this time he laid down right on Adam's belly, with his crotch spread
around his brother's sitting butt, and his feet up on either side of Adam's
face. Shane picked up Adam's right foot, and after rubbing it, he fed his kid
brother's toes to Adam. Shane just shook his head, when Adam displayed a
pained expression at the unspoken order....and opened his mouth for boy-toe
eating.
 Meanwhile, in Adam's crotch, Casey set about a close shaving of the
remaining stubble.
Then he yanked Adam to a hard-on, getting the poor kid all excited, then just
shaved the hairs off the boy's cock, and rode the shaver down over Adam's
balls, which he then pulled up as far as could to get the bottom and sides of
his nutsack. Hustling off Adam and the bed, he crawled up between his legs
then, raised his them up, and made the boy's pussy, and remainder of his
crotch hairless. Separating the kid's cheeks, he wormed the razor head into
his sweaty crease, clearing what he could.
 Switch off, he went to the micro for the warm water, shave cream and picked
up the safety razor, saying, "Ready sir," to Shane.
 Daydreaming, in the cock-lip exercise with Adam, Shane made a sudden start
out of it, and smiled, seeing Casey at the ready.
 Getting up off Adam, with a few cockslap love taps to his mouth, he said,
"OK, Fuckboy, you get on him facing his cock, and hold his cheeks open like
before, eh?"
 Casey quick-nodded, "Yessir," and took his position.
 Once Shane was at Adam's butt, Casey pulled the boy's legs up, and his
cheeks wide, and the cool air in his crack made Adam get goosebumps,
tightening all his muscles, skin, and curling his boy toes.
 Wash rag to his crack, Shane washed over the kid's ass, and then rubbed in
the shave cream, thinly, right into the crease. In a few practiced swipes,
Adam's pucker was smoothe as a baby's ace.
 He then checked all around where the electric shaver had already been used,
and was satisfied, giving Casey a smile as he looked into the boy's face
right there, hovering over Adam's dick. "You did a good job, Fuckboy. You
deserve a treat. What'll it be?"
 Casey's heart was beatin' a mile a minute, and he stammered, "I-I-I...uh,..."
 "Spit it out, boy!" Shane barked.
 "Can I fuck him, sir?"
 "Have at him, kid," Shane said slapping Adam's butt, bouncing the kid on the
bed.
 Casey jumped up, grabbed the K-Y, gooped up, and positioned himself between
Adam's legs, and with no prelims, gripped his boypud, cock-probed boypussy,
and finding his target, he slowly fed his almost 5 inch peter to Adam's
gripping toybox.
 Adam couldn't believe his buddy let his kid brother, 2 years his junior,
stick his cock in him. Seeing the pained expression on Adam's face as he
looked up to him, Shane got hard, smiled, and ruffling Casey's hair, he
stepped back over Adam, sinking his cock back into Adam's mouth. Looking back
over his shoulder, Shane watched Adam go into wild butt-snapping, boy
fuck...lurching, and hunching...his tongue out, breath short, and tried to
smile at his big brother through his strained face muscles.
 Shane nodded, then looking back down into Adam's cock-stuffed face, said,
"Looks to me like you water-tight, pussyboy. Yes, sir! Waw-tur-tight!" he
screamed, as he wagged his big 7 incher back and forth inside his mouth.
 "Ohmigod...ohmigod! I'm, I'm, uh, cu, cummminnngggg!" wailed Casey. When
Casey cummed, he always redoubled his short stroking, and literally shot his
brains out, spasming, and bucking ending up on his face, into Adam's
belly.....exhausted.
 Shane told Adam, "Get you, suckin', cockboy....I want off, too."
 Adam's tongue fevered over Shane's cock to please his friend, and in a few
short moments, Shane's butt cheeks were winking open and closed as he rose to
drive his boy pleaser through Adam's cocksuckin' mouth to renewed boy glory.
He grabbed the back of Adam's head with his left hand, and forced his rammer
down Adam's throat hole, with the right. Adam's feet and legs flailed up and
down past Casey's slumped, fucked out body, as the boy fought for air. Shane
was actually shocked when Adam's fists caught him several times in the
kidneys....and he pulled up and smacked the stunned Adam, who merely slumped
to his pillow, trying to snort some air through his nose.
 "Cummming, you motherfucker....cumming! Take it fuckwad. Eat me you dumb
sonovabitch!" With that, Shane relieved Adam, and pulled his cock from the
boy's throat, slowly, "Thhwuuckk!!" letting it throb and bob inside the boy's
mouth. "Swallow while my cock lies there, fuckweed. I wanna feel my cock
press into the top of your mouth each time you swallow. Do it you, dick. Do
it! Oooh! That feels soooo goood!"  Adam did it...and did it, and kept doing
it.
 At last, Shane pulled out and up, with a good smack to Adam's chest, and got
off the bed. He reached for, and pulled at Casey's hair, and the kid went
with it, and he also climbed off the bed. Shane told Casey to clean up the
shaving mess, snapped the waistband of his boxers around his head, and told
him to crawl his fuckboy ass out and get to bed.
 As the last of Casey crawled out the door, Shane turned to Adam and told him
to get on the floor, and get to sleep. Shane got into bed, pulled up the
covers and put out the light.
 Adam curled up on the floor, next to his buddy's bed, the taste of his
lifelong friend's cock...and cum....still lingering there, and his tongue
slowly swept his lips, as a glow
came over Adam, who nestled his head into his pillowed arms, contented, could
it be, for the first time in his young life.
 Casey was in boy-lecher heaven. He had now shame-shaved, and fucked the shit
of 2 older kids, in three days, and had his own boy-serf, who he also shaved.
He was so happy, so excited, he couldn't sleep. He wrestled the covers half
the night.
 That afternoon, while Shane was introducing Adam to his new life, well, Bart
had gotten breathlessly inside the door of house, thrilled beyond belief that
he had avoided his new life, this day, at least.
 He leaned there against the door, resting for the moment, so happy with an
afternoon finally all his own, after the nightmare this week had been. With a
little luck, he dared to dream, he might have the weekend all to himself, too.
 He went down the hall into the kitchen for a soda, a seat at the table and
grabbed the sports page. He hadn't had the time to even think about sports,
or anything else, that week. Things were finally getting back to normal.
'Zizzzzzzz. Zizzzzzzzzzz!' he heard the door buzzer.
 Dropping the paper, he grabbed his soda, and absently went to the door.
 "You alone, kid?" said the young kid there, about 5' 5", dark crew and eyes,
shorts, sneaks, quarter socks, and red T.
 Bart looked down into his eyes, thinking he knew this kid...but....anyways,
said, "Yeah, why?"
 The kid, Benjy, kid bully from that first day in the park, kicked the door
the rest of the way open, yelled, "Not any more you ain't," and he and the
rest of the 7 kids from that horrible day that started his nightmare, charged
in from where they were hidden on both sides of the doorway outside, trampled
over the thrown-down boy, dragged him inside the hallway, slammed and locked
the door.
 Benjy jumped on his chest, grabbing his shirt, and yelled, "When's anybody
come home fucker?!"

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