Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 22:43:17 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 14

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:
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Chapter 14.

 Then, he stared just under the side board. There was the pair of balled up
socks. Nah. He saw them before. "Well, lemme just look 'em over," he said to
himself, as he shakily bent down and picked up the first....feeling, looking,
smelling.....nothing...just boy feet. He picked up the other one.
"Ohhhhh.....god.....that smell....my boy. God I love him so much," he said to himself as he
smelled the cum-laden sock to his nose, and there, kneeling at his son's
bedside, he shot off, untouched, inside his pants.
 Many long aftercum, and trembling moments later, he grabbed the bedside and
pushed himself to his feet. Clever the cocksucker he was, he went to the
laundry bag in Steve's closet...pulled out a pair of dirty sock
replacements....dropped them bedside, pushing them just under the bed sideboard. Then turned to
the door, the bathroom. All the while turning the sock inside out, and as the
door lock clicked, his daddy tongue swiped over the now sticky splotch of boy
jizz.....and joy!
 All the way home, Zach's mind was consumed with Stevie....geez...it seemed
that earlier, all he wanted was to keep the kid from getting into boyplay with
him. All of a sudden, Stevie's image was paramount.....and even as he relished
his first ever fuckboy, his well spent cock rose hard to his belly, as he
walked home, rubbing it inside his pockets, even knee-buckling himself a few
times, walking faster and faster, now running........to get home and
.......to........Stevie........

Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 14. The New Fuckboy

 Even with all the wildness of the last few hours, Zach was near crazed in
anticipation of funs with Stevie.

He charged up the stairs, 2 at a time, and was a blur down the hall to his
room, the door slamming shut in his wake, as he hit the bed. He dived on top of
the spread and with his head buried into the pillow, he just moaned and
groaned as he ground his cock against the bed through his clothes.

 Stevie was on constant 'Zach patrol' from his house, and was on his way
downstairs the moment Zach came into view. He made his way slowly, in spite of his
anxiety, over to Zach's. Actually, he was pretty sure Zach was gonna reject
his desire to 'play'. Stevie never really was one who ever felt dependent as a
kid, but the fact that he was always the 'outsider' friend amongst kids he
knew, especially Zach, he didn't have the interpersonal confidence that a popular
kid would have.
So here he was slinking over to Zach's to see if he had 'game' for this
afternoon, afterall.
Zach's mother greeted him at the door, and told him she knew Zach had
recently burned the trail to his room, and he could go on up.
 Steve got to Zach's door, knocked, and heard Zach say, "Come in."
 "Hi, Zach," he said quietly, "how'd you come out?"
 "Okay, I guess...it was even more fun to day, than usual. I was sorta
shocked a bit I think....they were working out another kid...an older kid."
Shaking and quaking, sweating bullets, Stevie was trying to get Zach to start
'play', but didn't know how.
 "Hit the button, Steve," Zach pointed to the door, and Steve backed to the
door, and locked it....not taking his eyes from Zach, who now waved him to his
bed, patting it, where Steve should sit.
 Steve moved more quickly than he thought capable of, and as he sat, Zach
took his hand and placed it right on his crotch. "Can you feel my dick, Stevie?"
 "Hhh, hu, uh, yeh, yeah, Zach I can feel it," he gasped out,
dizzy....trembling.
 Zach hunched his crotch up against Steve's now outstretched fingers and
palm, and the fingers curled to grip the hidden boy rod. The excitement from the
touch, spasmed Zach, and Steve said, "Ohhh, Zach!" and shoved his face down
into Zach's fly!
 Nearly as excited as Stevie was, Zach pulled Steve's hand to his shorts
button....the rest came naturally. In a frenzy of fumbling fingers, taking twice
as long as it should have, Steve opened Zach's shorts, then mouth gaping, spit
actually forming at the corners, lip quivering, his hand, shaking violently,
hovered just above Zach's boxers' covered joy stick....the dick Steve dreamed
about every night....every time he lay to his pillow....every time he reached
for his own prick.
 In what seemed like 3 hours, Steve's fingers made their way into the fly,
and finally rested on, then gripped, the boy cock of his dreams.
 Out it came!!!!
 Stevie had done it! He'd pulled Zach's dick from the fly....and as it hit
the light of day, Zach whispered to his long time friend, "Just put your lips on
me, bud. Just....do it.....nice-nice. Just touch it with your lips."
 Shaking, Stevie did it! The trembling was so violent, his lips actually
bobbed up and down constantly as he touched at the cockhead. His spit oozed to the
cockhead, and as Steve sucked it in, he made a kiss to his buddy's prick
head, and then his tongue just laved all around it. Hooked!!! The texture. The
taste. The heat. The goo leak. That boy was totally, unequivocally, fuck-in'
hooked!
Down he went. He actually went right to his throat, but didn't press. He just
closed his lips around the boy stalk, and with his tongue underneath, pulled
all the way back to the head, as Zach's toes curled under to the balls of his
feet, back arching up, and his hands balled into a fist. With his mouth shut
tight, he whined a tiniest, yet violent scream, pounding his heels to the bed
3, 4, 5 times. This intuitively gave Steve the 'Go' he was wanting, but didn't
know of course, and he started to vacuum suck off his friend with wild
abandon. Stevie ate cock like he'd done it all his life. His face drove up and down
over the ever-hardening, expanding, throbbing boyslab.
 Zach's huge and powerful load overflowed Steve's surprised mouth, and Stevie
worked his tongue feverishly, to clean his friend's boxers, and cock, of the
dribbling boy goo.
 When he was done, Steve raised up, still leaning on his hands, and there was
Zach, spread-eagled, still mostly dressed, as was Steve, his chest heaving
from his wracking cum.
 Zach slowly opened his eyes, and when he locked on to Steve's, he asked,
"Wu--well....?"
 "Zachie...ohhhh, Zachie! It's all I ever hoped...dreamed about.
Godddd....your cock....Zach!
I sucked your cock!!!! I loved it! I fuckin' loved it. Zach, I-I-I-I'm always
gonna want to...I just gotta...."
 Zach reached up and pulled Stevie down, and kissed him. "Ummmmm. I taste
good, boy."
They laughed, and Steve lay fully with his head in Zach's neck.
 Being a Saturday, there'd be no problem setting up a sleepover, so Zach
spoke gently into Stevie's ear, "Hey, bud, let's get us naked, and you get blowin'
me, the rest of the afternoon, yeah?"
 "Oh, yeah!" Steve said, surging up and back, stripping shorts and socks and
sneaks off Zach and himself, as he did so.
 When they were both naked, and Stevie got over the bare pubes his buddy
showed, Stevie went down on his friend, again. And again. And again. Even though
Zach had already told him about the shaving deal, when they were out back, it
was still a shock to see it...to...feel....the silken boy skin...the bare
pubes, the bare cock....satin ball sack.
Steve was yanking himself while he blowed Zach, and wouldn't let Zach suck
him. He wanted to be THE server, and when he blowed off in his hand, he'd suck
it off his own fingers, then lick buddy body, till Zach was renewed for the
next round.
 They finally took a shower together, and Zach sent Steve home to set up
sleeping over with his folks, and then come back for dinner, and more playtime.
 All set, Stevie was back, and just flew through the door up to Zach's room.
He locked the door, whirled and 'fwump'ed onto the bed next to Zach, again.
 Zach was lying there, hands under his head, on his back, with his boxers
just laying over his cock in case the 'rents came in on him. He turned his head,
and looking into Steve's face, he said, I have to dress you for dinner.
 With questions on his face, Steve sat up as Zach took his own boxers, and
socks he'd been wearing, and replaced Steve's with his own.
 "Oooooh, thanks Zach. I love being....wearing your shorts....and
socks....god, I want to always wear 'em....can I? Can I?"
 "A'course, you dick! You gonna be wearing my undies...my
jizz...piss...ever'thin, fucker. Yuh wanted tuh be my boy. So now, you fuckin' are!"
 Stevie felt like he died and went to heaven.
 There was about a quarter-hour to dinner. Zach laid back to the pillow, head
on his hands, and said, "Let's have you an appetizer, pussyboy. Eat out my
armpit, dude. Whip out that tongue and swab some pit!"
 Stevie readied himself for dinner in Zach's pits, and Zach was thinking to
himself, "Shit, man, I could really get used to this!"
 "Za-aaach! Dinnn-nerr!" they heard Zach's mom calling, some moments later.
 Zach pushed Steve back out of his pit, and off his chest, and was awed.
Steve was panting, head bobbing up and down from the heaving of his chest,
drooling from mouth corners down his chin, his eyes.....wild!
 Zach grabbed his bud, by the shoulders. "Calm down, baby. Calm down." Then
he pecked him a kiss on the lips, and said, "You can have it all, boy, all of
it....alllllllll night."
 Stevie smiled, and his head fell to Zach's shoulder. Soon, they were both
bounding down the stairs to dinner.
 Remember now, back up on Shane's bed, Adam was riding his Shane buddy
prong...... bouncing his blond locks and handsome boy body up and down on his life
long buddy's cock of boy joy. He smiled dumbly, and blankly as his tongue
sucked in, and hung out, alternately, as he bounced, and bobbed, and......
 "Tell me again, babe, tell me what most yuh love to do."
 "Oh, sir...oh, sir....I love-uh to fuck for-uh you sir, I just-um-uh love to
fuck my boy pussybox for you."
 "It's gonna be a long, beautiful night for you then, Fuckboy, one long,
beautiful night."
 Adam's beautiful smile said it all, as he looked down to Shane's equally
smiling face. In a quick lurch up, forward and over, Adam was once again on his
back, with Shane bounce-fucking him like it was their first play of the day.
 "Uh-ungh-uh-huhuh-nnnghhh," grunted Adam, mid-pounding, and Shane smiled,
teeth and all, and growled, "Tell me, fucker. Beg me!!!"
 "Fuck me, sir. I love when you fuck me. Fuuuuuuckkk meeeee!!!"
 "Your wish is my command, Fuckboy. I will fuck you....fuck you....fuck
you....and then.....
I'm gonna fuck you!! So what have you gotta say about that?"
 "Thank you, sir. Ohgod, ohgod. Thank you, thank you."
 "You betcha, Fuckboy. You betcha!" , Shane yelled, as he grabbed the boy
from under his shoulders, yanked him up toward him, whirled around on his knees,
dropping Adam's head to the pillows, and with cock still deeply planted in
boyhole, Shane stepped around Adam's tail, and now, facing away from him, he
squat-fucked his ass, to the bass melodic accompaniment of the ever grunting Adam.
 Night was falling, as Adam lay under Shane's lightly breathing, 160 lbs. of
damp, and sleeping boy weight.
 Adam was on his belly, hands folded under his pillow, impaled still, by
Shane's 6 inches of seemingly never softening cock. He felt a movement in his
hole. Shane was hardening, and there was an almost imperceptible humping feel.
Geez, could it be. Damn! Shane was having a fucking wet dream.....while  he was
fucking! Incredible!
 Soon he was pumping buddy butt, and biting Adam's shoulder, and goddam, now
he was really thrashing, and fucking his dickmeat over and over into his
friend, in those little wet dream short-strokes. Adam was starting to well up from
the bite to his shoulder.....
then Shane released, and then....licking....kissing and licking...and a whole
lot of mumbling.....and, "Fuck mehuh," then more mumbling, "ummm," and then
"oh, Brend-uhum
Brandu-umm," and more mumbling, and, then, he went quiet, but Adam knew Shane
was pumping his jam up his chute. Pulse, after pulse...."Damn," Adam was
thinking, "his fuckin' cock's even bigger now....who the fuck is Brand?" Adam was
shaken. His new boy friend....the buddy since forever....who now love fucks
him....dreams of some girl??!  It.. there must be some girl named Brandy...or
Brenda or sumpin'," Adam said....hoped...to himself.
 .....and Shane was sound asleep again.
 Who the fuck is Brand-um?
 Bart was logging on to his 'puter, and his mail had a subject line from an
unfamiliar ID, which said, "Check out your pic, cuntboy." Bart knew it had to
be one of his kid tormentors, and that he better open it.
 He opened it: "Hey, queerboy....nice pic eh? Grease your bung, I'll be
cummin' over your house at 3." There was no signoff. The picture was clear of
Bart's strained and sweating face, but the head of the boy fucking him wasn't easy
to figure out. Three of the mid-schoolers that banged him all over the house
were light brown haired, like the fucker in this pic. He checked time on the
screen, and it was already 2:57. Damn! He had barely recovered from yesterday's
dickathon...and that included his room and other things in the house he had to
straighten up. The biggest problem he had was getting his parents' bed
remade, and his father's ties to look like they hadn't been used as ropes. One was
ruined, and he had to dump it in a street trash can, and hope it wasn't a fave
of his father.
 'Bokk! Bonk! Bundrr! "Oh, shit," Bart said to himself, "Mom sent him right
up," as the door flew open, and young Dan stood there...cargoes, T, sneaks, no
socks, hands on hips.
 "Ready to eat cock, dude?"
 Bart was horrified, running to the door, closing it...locking it....Dan's
hand squeezed his shoulder, and pressed down. In spite of the difference in
their ages, they were about the same size and weight, give or take. Bart just
melted under the forceful move, and knelt before Dan.
 "Take me out, faggot, and let's get chowin'."
 Bart unzipped the boy, and pulled down the shorts and boxers. Dan was almost
full bone, which posed a question in Bart's mind, like those earlier
questions, though he wasn't really conscious of it. He took the boy meat in his hand,
and fed it to himself. In moments, Dan grabbed the back of Bart's head, and
jammed to his throat, through, and cummed, with a stifled groan, of pure fuckjoy.
 When Dan released him, Bart had tears in his eyes, just a little glisten of
spit around his mouth, and he was holding his neck, as he slowly looked back
up into Dan's face.
 "Nice throat, fagboy, now let's get on with it. Strip!"
 Bart was only in boxers and socks, so he pulled them off and Dan told him to
crawl to the bed and spit-wet his hole.
 Dan's eye was caught by the picture of him fucking Bart on the computer
screen. He hit 'Print', and the printer spit out the shot, which Dan brought over
to the bed, holding it in front of Bart's face. "I'd say that's a nice
likeness, fuckboy. Whatta you think? 'Ziff I care....let's make like the picture,
boy, and get them legs up and pull your crack open for 'ole cockpole' here," he
said, as he whipped his prick back and forth waiting for Bart's compliance.
 "Atta boy, here yuh go!" and in one thrust, "Grompphhh," Bart's ass was full
of about 5 1/2 inches of boycock.
 "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, cunthole! Tell me you love it fucker. I know
yuh do. We all
know yuh do....say it!"
 Straining, Bart said, "I-uhlove it-ung, oh, love it."
 "Love what, you little dick....love what?"
 Bart didn't know what to answer....and was getting scared like when Shane
yelled at him.
 Dan gave him a hammering ram, held, glared at him through gritting teeth,
and said, "You love to fuck....fuck....fuck, cuntboy!!"
 "I love to fuck. I love to fuck. I love to fuck."
 Dan was in fine form, and he fucked Bart fully the next half-hour. Dan was a
boy fuckin' jabberin' fool. He blew air kisses to Bart, even spit in his face
a few times, just to keep things light, while he pounded that boy into next
month. Finally he cummed, and swooned to Bart, and chest to chest, he lay his
face to Bart's, then looked deep into his eyes, and without a word, closed his
eyes, tongued into Bart's mouth, sucking the air out of both of them, as the
last of his dick pulses ebbed.
 Lying fully over Bart now, cheek to cheek, Dan whispered, "Oh, Bart....ohhhh
Barrt....I...."
 Bart remembered when Dan took him in the park, and did something like this.
Then yesterday, in the dining room...same thing. Bart didn't know if he'd ever
feel like he thought Danny felt, with anybody, but he sure knew he loved
dick....ohhhhhh, he loved dick, wherever it hung, wherever he got it. He was
already thinking that if he needed to fake it with this kid, even if he still
didn't know his name, he would do it. But it wouldn't keep him from the park rest
room....he didn't think. Bart, after one week, was pretty sure, he'd NEVER get
enough dick.
 Steve and Zach played toes into crotches throughout dinner, and out in the
TV room afterward. Zach's folks kept bugging on the kids to stop the foolin'
around. Steve was always a family favorite.
 When the kids couldn't bear holding out against the 'rock hard' emotion,
they headed for Zach's room. Zach stood motionless at the door, after he pushed
in the lock button. Steve turned, and said, "Whut?"
 "Nuthin', really, I'm just sort of getting through this in my head. You
know, like, telling you whut to do and our dicks, and stuff, and you know what I
mean?"
 Stevie said, "Yeh, I think I do. Alls I know is I want it....want it all."
Zach walked over to him, putting his arm around his shoulders, and moved
toward the bed. Steve was eased down on his belly by Zach, who straddled him at
the hips, and pushed his tee up, and Stevie helped him get it over his head and
off. Zach took much time examining his skin, his neck, the back of his head
and the new haircut stubble there. He held and then squeezed both ears,
massaging the boy trunk down to his waist, where he then reached under, opened, and
pulled down his cargoes. "My boxers look good on your tail, boy."
 Steve answered, "Yeah, and I love 'em, too."
 "That reminds me...one thing...ever' time we're finished and yur goin' home,
I'll give you a pair of cummy boxers that I want you to put next to your bed
when you sack out."
 Steve didn't know for what, but didn't care...he'd do whatever Zach
wanted...anytime.
 Through a leg hole, Zach ran a finger into Steve's crack, at which point
Steve lurched in surprise, tightening his butt. "You gonna have to be more open
later, boy, hear?"
 "I will Zach, promise. I been waiting too long for you."
 With that the boxers were off, and then the socks of his he'd dressed Steve
with before dinner. He bent back Steve's legs, one at a time, examining feet,
and toes, and licking and kissing and rubbing, squeezing and massaging, while
the boy cooed below. Running his hands smoothing down the shins and calves, he
then pressed and tease massaged the back of Steve's thighs. That's a part of
us where, the right moves with fingers, can sensually tickle-massage, and like
remote control, prong a boy's pud....and it
did.
 Steve hunched into the spread 2 -3 times, flexing his butt and squeezing his
crack, alternately.
 "Geez, you are ready, aintchu, my man?"
 "God yeah, Zachie, I been ready...a hunnert years," Steve moaned into his
folded arms.
Now Zach tongue swabbed from the top of butt crack to his shoulder blades and
then pulling each arm out straight, he burrowed under, and spit-slicked them
boy pits till Stevie was near crying, before he turned him over.
 On his back, Zach gripped Steve's steeled prong, and was quick to note the
boy was a little bigger than himself...a bit longer...and thicker.
 Zach then licked into his pubie patch, and while he licked all around
Steve's cock and nuts, Stevie said, "If you're a bare boy...I wanna be a bare
boy,too."
 Zach, still dressed, didn't answer....but he looked up to Steve, and asked,
"You wanna cum, kid?"
 "Oh, yeah, Zach...I sure do wanna cum."
 "Well...you can't you little fuck. That's the way it's gonna be from now on.
You take orders. You do only what I say. You don't do anythin'.......without
checking....'specially....
cummin'.....even pissin'....and shittin'!"
 "Oh god, thank you Zach! Oh thank you," Steve squealed in glee.
 Shaking his head, but also getting into this, Zach said, "Get up here now,
and undress me. Kiss me all over my body while you strip me."
 Steve did a good job service-stripping his new master, tongue-kissing every
part of him, thanking him all the while, over and over.
 Zach shook his head, again, but understood, only too well what Steve
felt....and said, "You call me, SIR, fuckwad....SIR, from here on."
 "Oh, yessir. Yes, SIR! Thank you, sirffppplukk," Steve almost finished
saying, as Zach jammed three fingers in his craw.
 Steve held Zach's wrist while he serviced his fingers, now deep into the
back of his mouth, gliding up and back on his tongue, and gooed and gopped and
drooled, and was getting all worked up like happened before, when Zach pulled
them from him and whipping the boy's legs up, he wiped and slicked the kid's
crack. This time, when Steve squeezed his butt, Zach's spit gooey fingers were
already inside and he slowly relaxed Stevie's pucker zone, and started to tease
his pussy hole.
 As scared groans became evident, a forefinger was worming inside of Stevie
pussy. "Oh...oh-oh-oh, oh no, it's...it hurts me Za---SIR!"
 Zach smiled, pursed a kiss on his lips, and continued wiggle-worming his
finger fucker into his boy. Steve was whining now, louder, and squirming, and,
and, Zach stuffed a sock into his mouth, and gave him a warning
finger...."You're a fuckboy, faggot, and you shut up, and do what you're told. Does it hurt?"
 Steve nodded very wildly.
 "Tough shit, dirthole!" was Zach's merciless answer as the second finger
squished inside Stevie, whose tears were visible on his cheeks now....as the
third finger slid home, and they all were whirling 'round and 'round inside his
strained and stretched and pained pussy. His eyes went wide as saucers when Zach
pulled side to side inside him, intensifying the pain.
 Suddenly...they were out......and they were in his mouth....in place of the
sock. As he realized he was licking the inside of his hole, his face scrunched
up, but there was his man Zach, above him...his dreamboy of all these
years....and he gooed back up again...settling back, his whole body going
limp....'cept his pud, a'course.
 Zach was up, out the door, and back in again, relocking the door, as he
swooomped to his now favorite place, between Stevie's sticked-up in the air legs.
Practically without missing a beat, he funnelled a finger load of butt slick
goop up Stevie's hole....K-Y.... he squeezed out of the tube in the med cabinet.
 "Phwooommm," Stevie moaned.
 Zach's cock was so hard....so ready to fuck his first fuckboy. The
adventures at Shane's earlier that day with Adam, had perfectly prepared him for his
new role of master. He could feel the control coming over him with each passing
moment.
 The slick stuff really made the finger slide go smoothely this time, and
Stevie was really enjoying the feel and not missing one time that Zach's fingers
rode over or pressed into his joy buzzer. At one point he lurched up,
scared...he thought he was going to cum, and it was already locked in his mind that he
couldn't. Relieved....he didn't cum afterall.
 Zach, his hand gripping his cock tightly, whipped it back and forth, as he
kneeled up in full view of Steve....and said, "Beg me for it, you fuckin'
bastard. Beg me, you little motha."
 "Please, sir, Zac-uh, please fuck me, sir. Please fuck me. Oh, god,
ohgodohgod, I want you to fuck me so bad....pleeeee-uhhhhngghh!"
 Zach surged inside his longtime friend for the first time. The prep and the
goop allowed his boyprick to bottom Steviehole instantly. He lay into the
boy's box firmly, holding steady for long moments, first with a blank staredown,
then, slowly, a smile spread over his face, which turned to a toothy smirk. His
jet black eyes peered through Steve's hazels, straight to his brain, as he
yelled, "Ahmmena fuck you silly, faggot.....and then, guess, you
fucker....guess!"
 "Oh sir, I don't don't know what to guess."
 "So...you're fuckin' stupid, too, 'zat it?"
 "Yessir....stooopid sir."
 "You right, fuckboy, you stooooo-pid! So' yuh don't have tuh strain that
pea-fuckin' brain of yours...I'll tell you the answer....ahm gonna fuck your
brains out! That's the answer!" he yowled as he pulled out the first time, and
rammed back in, to an air-sucking gasp from his new, his first ever, fuckboy.
 Zach even surprised himself...fucking Stevie, hour upon hour, upside down,
rightside up, scissors and sideways, standin' up, sittin' down, on his feet,
and on his hands. That was the fuckin' Zach was finishing up just now....Stevie
was standing on his hands, while Zach pulled his butt up and down over his boy
pleaser. Finally ebbing his cum shot, he lifted Steve and dumped him over on
his belly, half on and half off the bed.
 Zach bent down, pulling Steve's head up by his hair so he could look in his
eyes. "Know what, boy?"
 Steve just shook his head, 'No'.
 "In just eight more hours I'll stop fuckin' you....and then, and
then....we'll fuck some more. Will you like that, boy?"
 "Yesssirrr," Stevie droaned drearily, "yes, sir, fuck me more, yeh, uh,
more..."
 "Then you can suck your master, too, yes?"
 Slurring in exhaustion somewhat, Stevie said, "Yethur, suck master, yeh,
uhmm, suck masther."
 "Good. Gooooood, boy. Let's teach you 'fuckboy' now. Get your ass on the
floor."
 Steve scrambled to sit on the floor, but just fell over in a boypile of legs
and arms. Little by little, he got himself righted, and on his butt, looking
up like a little puppy expectin' a treat....tongue out his mouth and all....
 "Jeee-susss! You are a dumfuck. On your knees pussybutt!"
 Steve got to his knees, nearly falling over. Zach pulled the kid's hands
behind him clasping 'em, getting his right middle finger, "Ummphhh," up his hole,
then put his right foot over his left foot, "Tongue out...look down!"
 "Now, that pissant, is 'fuckboy'. Whenever, you and I are alone together,
you strip, and get into 'fuckboy'. You will wait on me in this position all the
time. Got it??"
 "Yes, Sir!"
 "Now, listen carefully, dipshit. This might be the last chance you'll have
while we know each other...."
 Steve went fiery attentive and alert, even to straightening up his back like
a little so'djer.
 "Here goes: ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE YOU WANNA BE A FUCKBOY?" Stevie was
nodding crazy. "ABSOLUTELY SURE YOU WANT TO BE MY FUCKBOY....SERVING ME NO MATTER
WHAT I EVER ORDER YOU?" Stevie's agreeing nods were even more wild now. "FOR
AS LONG AS WE KNOW EACH OTHER YOU DO EVER'THIN I TELL YOU, FUCKBOY....AND YOU
LIVE NEXT DOOR, MAN, YOU'LL NEVER HAVE A FREE FUCKIN' MINUTE FROM ME."
 Stevie lunged for Zach's legs, and wrapped himself around his young friend,
wailing, "Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
 Zach was thinking to himself, "And I thought I was hooked on boycock.
Fuckin' Stevie, this is the original fuckin' cockhound!!"
 "Okay then Fuckboy, no turnin' back. This is it...." Stevie was back in
position, and still puppy doggin' and nodding.
 "After this weekend, ever' morning, school or no school, you be right here
on your knees in 'fuckboy', waiting for me to wake up....to take my
piss....suck me off....and....or
.....fuck for me. You'll wash me in the shower. Then sometimes, you'll stay
for breakfast, and sometimes you won't....'cause we can't let the 'rents know
you're comin' up here ever' mornin'...some days you have to sneak up here
somehow...we'll work that out later."
 Stevie was fuck-in' drooling in anticipation, and noddin. like those bobble
head fuckin' dolls, still, yet.....geez.
 Zach asked, "So watta we gon' do now, Fuckboy?"
 "Oh, sir, you will fuck me now."
 "Well, yeh, later. Get the TV on, then come over and lay between my legs and
lets eat my ass for an hour, with some cock and balls for dessert."
 Scrambling his naked tail to the TV, he switched it on, brought Zach the
remote, and climbed between his new hug-buddy's legs, so he could serve
Zachiehole.
 As Zach nodded, taking the remote, he looked smilingly down to Stevie's
face, nodded, and watched Steve's shining face disappear under his balls...."O,
oooummph, schlikkk,thurr, I ruvv thuckin uppfh phere."
 Zach smiled, slumped down against the pillows, surfed to MTV, and settled
back...occasionally running his fingers through his fuckboy's short, thick dark
brown head thatch.
 A half hour into the fevered eat out, Stevie's sweat and spitty face
emerged, and he asked, "Shirrr, may I be shaved, like you. Please, sir, please?"
 Zach nodded and casually pushed the boy's face back under his balls, with
visions of hot water, shave cream, and rubbing alcohol, dancing in his head.
 "Wait a minute," Adam was thinkin' hard now...there's no Brenda in our
class. I know ever' girl Shane knows in school, or not, and there's no fuckin'
Brenda!! Geeez....but, no can't be....nah, but....who....else....but....BrendON!"
 Here Adam had given himself, boybox and all, to his lifelong best
friend....who just had a wet dream about the varsity shortstop!!??
 "Please...don't be that. Please, don't let it be another boy. I wanna be the
only boy. THE Fuckboy! Pleeeeease!!!" Adam cried himself to sleep, in the
pillow, with Shane's cock still buried up inside him....awakening....once again!!

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