Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 07:44:20 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 19

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 19. The Rookie

The door creaked as he opened it slowly, and echoed off the walls of the
tiled room. The  stale piss stench was one only a boy could both appreciate, and
ignore. As Adam moved to the urinal to fake a piss and check the stalls, he
heard feet shuffling in the near stall, and saw small guy sneaks under the wall.
Without zipping, he turned and went to the far stall, locked up, and sat, and
there was a kid very visible in the first stall. He'd seen this
kid around....somewhere....cool name he remembered....'Skip"...no...KIP!
That's it!
 "You Kip, dude?" Adam asked.
 The kid, said, "Um...yeh....you know me. That mean, uh...yuh know, uh, umm,
want a suck?"
 Adam looked right through the hole and said, "You suckin' dude, I'm
pumpin'," and fished his boy meat out and flashed it for Kipper.
 The kid swooped to his knees so fast he slid, and bumped into both the wall,
and Adam's feet.
 Adam nervously offered cock through a suck hole for the first time....sweat
beaded on his face....his hands trembled and were clammy.

Zach Gets  to Serve. Chapter 19. The Rookie

 Kip knew Adam was nervous, and that actually calmed Kip....always worried
about gettin' the shit kicked outta him, and said, "Kid...don' be a'scared. I
don' never hurt nobody. I just wanna fun yuh."
 Adam's cock was hard now with Kip's good talk, and it bobbed up to rest
against the top of the hole. "Oh, fuck, man! Suck it fer me....please! SUCK IT!"
 "In seconds the whole room sounded like a
thunderstorm...'Barrummberrr...rmmmbra!' as  Adam humped against the metal stall wall, and Kip was suckin' up a
storm of his own.
 "Eat me cocksucker! Eat me you faggot, queer!" Adam yowled as he jammed off
one of his best ever cums, and Kip just sucked and swallowed the elixir of his
new life.
 As Adam's dick pulsed it's last...he sighed the sigh of exhaustion and
contentment, and sat back to the toilet seat, facing the hole, and Kip's mouth and
nose still framed there, tongue swiping over his boy lips. Since Adam had
become a fuckboy in his own right, he knew the splendor Kip was enjoying there, on
his knees, in his mouth, and....on his lips.
 "Hey man, if you need the dick dude....I got just the way fer you to get all
you want...and more....and you don't hafta spend another fuckin' day in this
stinkin' shitter on yer knees
......you game?" Adam proposed.
 "Ummmm...what I gotta do?"
 Adam answered, "Look, come outside wit' me an' I'll give yuh the setup...."
 They both holstered up, unlatched their stalls, and walked outside into the
sunlight, with squinty eyes, to sit out under the tree.
 "See, hey, uh, whut grade you in, 8th, 9th?" Adam asked.
 "8th," Kip said.
 "Perfeck, fer a fuckboy," Adam followed....and when Kip cocked his head,
questioning, Adam said, my two buds are setting up training fer boys who wanna do
service....tuh cock. You awready halfway there, I mean, you awready doing
dick man...dirty, too. See, my best dude, Tommy........needs a 'boy'. My udder
bud, has a couple fuckboys in play a'ready....." looking down, then back up as
brightly as he could, he looked into Kip's face and said, "an' ahm one of 'em."
 Kip asked, "Dude...you a....fuckboy...too? A older kid like you?"
 Adam excitedly said, "Yeh, man...I like it...ya know? Like you do. I tell ya
honest...it need tuh have it. Never knew it neither...till...well, it jus'
sorta happened.
 "N'ways, here's the deal. You come with me over to my bud's, and I introduce
you, and he, uh...him and me, and maybe Tom'll be there too, we like, 'train'
yuh....and then yuh serve us boys, and get taken care of yerself..." a long
pause followed.
 "Soooooo...how's it sound?"
 "I don't know, ummm....I don't know nobody, uh, of you guys, and all, and
I'm only a little guy, and ahmena get hurt...maybe," Kipper said.
 Adam put a hand to Kip's shoulder and neck givin' him a rub and a squeeze,
and said with a big ol' smile, "Nawwww, comeon....I wouldn't fun ya....hey,
there's gonna be rough cock chores, eh? but, it'll be whut you want...whut WE
want....whut you NEED, dude. Comeon...let me take yuh over right now....I
guar-ohn-teee you...you gonna one happy kid....Fuckboy!"
 With a shrug and a smile, the sale was made, and Kip and Adam got to their
knees and stood. Looks like we got some new fuckboy on the hoof here.....and
they headed for their bikes....Kip's mind was a blur.....Adam, short moments
from his great shootoff in the shitter....was hard as steel...again...as he led
the way....to the back stairs....at Shane's.

   Earlier in the day, Bart, trembling, had been taunted throughout gym class
by Colin, everytime he got near the kid. Then back in the locker room, after
class, the kids at Colin's and Bart's locker bench, got 'round back of Bart
after he stripped down for his shower. Colin with a towel over his shoulder, led
the way, followed by Bart, being pushed and shoved by the little 'squad' of
tormentors bringing up the rear.
    As soon as they took up stations at two of the shower heads, Colin
roughly pressed Bart down till he was on his knees at the Col's feet. The other kids
moved around in a circle, both to shield them from the outer room, and to
position for 'action'. In a near shocking turn, all five kids yanked his head to
their crotches one after the other, and cock-smacked his face so fast the room
was spinning for him already.
    Each one gave him 2-3 slaps, before the next hand twirled his head like a
top to the next cock. Colin of course was the first.
    They were getting a kick when the German exchange kid, fuckin' Moritz,
the seeming innocent bystander, and last of the cock-slappers, finished off by
jamming his monster 8" cock right through the lips of Bart's stunned face. He
was so fuckin' horny, that as the laughing circle of razzers yanked Bart's head
from Moritz' dick, his shoot off fired two pearly bullets right into Bart's
ear, before hitting his chest and arm....with what had already shot in his
mouth, drooling from his lower lip.
    After the others got over their guffaws at Moritz' own surprise and sorta
shame, that he shot off there in front of everybody, they followed his lead,
in a way, when they each pulled Bart's face to their pecker lips. It was
surreal with the water streaming down, draining off their fully hard jammers into
the kid's wide open mouth, as, in turn, each boy was sent to joyland, his head
thrown back, eyes closed, with the feel of those lips and tongue on them.
    Mike got a little creative as he opened his eyes up and looked down at
his prick halfway into Bart's face, and said, jack me, faggo...I want you to
beat my meat off into your face.
    Hesitantly, Bart brought his hand up from the tile floor and gripped
Mike's wacker, and as the kids' lips all were quivering and their bodies trembled,
they watched another kid jerk off one of their friends....seeing....but not
believing....shaming....and loving what they saw.
    "Ohhwlpphh," Mike yelped once as his wad shot right in Bart's mouth,
again shocking the kids. When Bart spit the cum out on the floor, Mike got
insulted, and cock-smacked Bart's face, "You fuckin' fagass...you spit out my wad..!?
My jizz is worth more'n yer whole fuckin' body you worthless fuck!!"
    Meanwhile, Mat had already moved Bartface to his meat, and said, "Kiss it
faggot. Good girl. Now lick just the head."
    Mat's knees buckled from the fabbo sensations, and then he said, "Jerk me
off too, now, dickwad. QUICK MAN.....I'm ready to BLOW."
    Bart hadn't rubbed him more than 3 time's when Mat came off like a
geyser, and there were whistles all 'round. The first shot went straight up past
their eyes, and the rest spritzed everywhere, to be washed away immediately by
the showers. Kevin whooped, and said, I guess that's why we call you 'Jazzer',
Matty."
    It wasn't really, but who cares....anyways, it was Kevin's turn now. Him
and a few buds had a little band and did gigs at school and around town, and
he was called 'Jammer'.... and here we had another fuckin' teener with an 8"
prick....fat as brockwurst, too, with a mile-wide piss slot. All he wanted was
for Bart to just mouth it....just to feel it in a mouth, with a wiggly tongue
and all....his toes curled under and tried to rip the tiles from the shower
floor, as he grabbed the back of Bart's head, and pushed himself to the back of
that throat. Several gawks and gags later, probably the biggest chunk of
boymeat slipped from Bart's lips followed by gobs of Jammer jam, drizzing in strings
to the floor.
    Colin, lech of leches, made Bart get on his back as he squatted over his
face and with his cock riding above the boy's lips, he had him strain up and
peck kisses all over it, then lick it in long swipes from balls to helmet, over
and over....
    The others moved off by now and were getting their showers, marveling at
how hot this simple little perversion looked, and Colin punctuated it with a
rousing blow, set off just by the tongue swabs.
    As Colin stood, soaped and rinsed, he dropped a bar of soap to Bart, and
said, lather up queerboy. Bart did so, and was left on the floor on his back,
looking up through squinty eyes to Bart for permission to get up, when Colin
stood straddled over his head and started to piss-rinse his stooge. The others
couldn't resist....and they pissed on every inch of their fagboy. Moritz
particularly got big kicks pissing between Bart's toes. Their work done, the boys
let out a "Whooop!" and left, with the piss draining off Bart along with the
soap suds, as he struggled to his feet and rewashed and rinsed. Shit!
He'd be late for another class. The last of his bench mates, Jammer, was
pulling his sneaks on as Bart came back to his locker.
    With a rap to the top of Bart's head, Jam said, "Thanks for the
blow...keep 'at tongue loose fer me, faggot."
    There was a note in Bart's sneaker. "Be at my car at lunch in case I want
a bronco ride. Col."
    Bart was sure having a bad day....he was already taken down at the
lockers and the shower and had duty with Shane that afternoon for
'punishment'...because of it.... Mannnn! He sure wasn't catchin' any breaks.
    He went out to the lot and scoured it till he found Colin's car. He
waited for the whole period, and fuckin' Colin never showed. Well with thanks for
small favors, he hadn't got lunch....but leastways, he didn't get the shit
fucked out of him. He was actually smiling as he reached the back entrance and
headed to next class that afternoon. He had gooey'd his butt with some lotion
from his locker, and now he felt it squishin' around up there as he set out for
class.

 As Shane got to the back parking lot after school, he looked way out toward
his truck....and he was pissed! No fuckboys! Nowhere! There was gonna be hell
to pay! He was shaking, fists balled up in a rage, and he started running
toward the truck.
 False alarm! As he got closer he had come over toward the side he couldn't
see from the school, and there they were...fuckboys in service...at the
ready...by the front tire on the passenger side, facing each other, crossed barefeet,
hands clasped behind, heads down...and as he came up alongside them, in a
sweat from his earlier mads and running, both kids' tongues were out....in wait
for Shane.
 "Excellent Fuckboys, excellent. Let's getchur fuckin' asses in the back and
naked," Shane said as he clicked the remote door opener.
 He went 'round front and got in as the fuckboys scrambled to the back door,
up, inside....and got naked.
 "On yur bellies, you cunt! At attention!"
 The boys 'Sswumphh'ed to the deck as ordered, feet to the back, hands, with
fingers pointing straight down and arms tight to their sides.
 As Shane pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home, he turned back,
smiling at his toy serfs, and said, "Flex them tails, and hump that floor....I
want yuz oozing and hard when we get home, but you better not cum...or else!"
 Neither boy looked anywhere but straight to the floor as their butt dimples
dented and flushed as they broke into a boy hump of the deck...they were so
grateful of small favors...after their pre-goo started to puddle up, it wasn't
too rough on their boydicks that had started get raw scraping that deck floor.
 In short order, Shane was pulling into the drive and around back. He jumped
out, and opened the rear deck to be if full view of both serfs, still pumping
their meat to the deck, at attention..."OKAY!" he screamed, and both kids
jumped....
 "Up on yur knees facing each other...fast!"
 Both kids' knees shot up under them and they positioned to face each other,
in full 'fuckboy', including heads down and tongues out.
 Shane leaned in and saw the precum on the floor..."Fuckin'
pigs...you...Fuckboy," he yelled at Zach, lick both your slops off the deck. The poor kids both
lunged to comply, and smacked heads. Shane howled in laughter so hard, he
couldn't stay pissed...."Okay you assholes.....lick each other's goo."
 When he was satisfied, Shane ordered them back into 'fuckboy' and then said,
"Getcher bare asses out and up those steps and wait in 'fuckboy' on the
landing."
 Scrambling and bumbling, they almost fell over each other and out of the
truck and hit the stairs, and up. After slamming the door, Shane went into the
garage for something, and then ambled up and past the fuckboys, went inside,
leaving the kids out on the landing, as he went about getting his clothes off. As
he sat in his boxers to the bed, he yelled out, "Okay, shitholes...get in
here!"
 The door swung out and the two kids crawled their naked little tails in. As
they knelt, heads down and tongues out, Shane was just caught by the power he
felt....I don't think he ever felt it like he did right then...with his
growing harem of boy serfs.
 From the bed, he raised a ping pong paddle he had gone for in the garage,
and 'WHAP!' he
rapped it to his palm...."Gonna paddle us some fuckboy today, turds."
 "Boys who give their services to other fuckin' dudes, or don't keep their
pussies smoothe like their a'posed to, get's paddled. THAT RIGHT....FUCKBOYS?!"
 Bart and Zach yelled, "YESSIR!"
 "Yuz got that right, fairy dudes. You got that RIGHT."
 "Now getchur selfs over here, on yur backs, then back up on yer shoulders
and hold your toes."
 The kids knee waddled over and got down as ordered, and all that faced Shane
was two young dimpled, boy tail smiles. After enjoying the sight for a few
secs, Shane rapped both them 'smiles' one hard smack each, and the boys yowled
to Shane's immense pleasure.
 "YESSSSS!!" he yelled.
 Then he maneuvered his toyboys so that their butts were smiling at each
other, and made smooch lips with his mouth to each kid who was looking up at him.
 With the paddle between their butts, he did a quick
rat-a-tata-tatta-tat-a-rap, back and forth, on both those pretty boy tails....not so hard, as it was
fast. In seconds both butts were rapped about 10 times each, lightly. Then with
a little more force he continued, and with each forward and back stroke one
or the other of the fuckboys was being paddled...
incessantly.
 After about 5 minutes, including rest periods for his wrist, when both pairs
of cheeks were clearly reddened, Shane hand smacked each boy and told them to
move away from each other....so he could get a much longer, heavier swat on
them.
 He started to realize this was an arm tiring exercise, but he was
relentless. So he slipped to his knees for a more comfortable angle, and really whaled
them now....the combination of the already tender cheeks and the new force
applied, made tears come to the kids' eyes, and they started yelping.....their
young bodies were juttin' and jerkin' with every motion Shane made, whether they
were hit or not....even the anticipation of a stroke.
 "You shut up, shitbirds, or yur gonna being eating my socks!"
 Biting their lips, and tightening their jaws, the kids kept bucking with
each hit, and their whines were tiny, tiny little squeals from inside their
mouths....tears freely flowing now.

     It was at this point that Adam held the door open, and Kip stepped
through, to be shocked at what was before him on the floor of Shane's bedroom. Kip
backed up suddenly, and bumped into Adam, whose hands reached to hold the
boy's hips.
 Adam leaned into Kip's face, and nuzzled his cheek, assuringly....but he
felt that Kip was trembling. "I promise, bud, you'll love the play...watch," Adam
comforted.
 Shane stopped the paddling, and looked up, smiling cheerily....saying, "Whut
we got here, Adam?"
 "Recruit sir....rookie....name's Kip," Adam replied.
 Bart's head jerked...Kip's eyes met Bart's...weak smiles...a tear
maybe...Bart had introduced Kip the art of restroom suckin' down at the park. A few
times they did it together.
 Shane loved the look of the boy before him....slight build, whispy light
brown straight hair; about 5' 4", fair skinned, hazel eyes.
 "Loves cock, sir. Needs it.....wants it," Adam continued.
 "Well....mighty fine. Mighty fine, indeed, Kip. Take you a seat boy," Shane
said, patting the bed behind him.
 Kip shakily moved past the upturned red boy butts, eyes glued to them, and
stumbled as he moved to and then tripped onto the bed, where he got himself
back up to sitting.
 "A'kay, Fuckboys! Up on your knees, and introduce yourselves to each other,"
Shane said as the two fuckboys got really 'see' each other for the first
time. They'd both been 'Shane's' for a while now, and it's the first time they had
been together.
 Bart and Zach flipped up in spite of their pained tails, to face each other.
Shane took a cupped hand behind each of their necks and their lips came
together. Shane said, "Fellow fuckboys enjoy each other and share, right boys?"
 The boys' hands wrapped 'round their bodies, and hugged.
 "Let's make our rookie dude comfortable, fuckboys, and then we can get on
with the orientation."
 As Adam began to strip, resuming his own fuckboy role, spurred by the site
of Shane who he consciously, or unconsciously, drooled for. In short seconds,
Adam was naked on his knees at the foot of the bed on the floor.
 "Okay you faggots, enough suckface, lets get our rookie fag here in the
game," Shane directed while patting the bed. Zach and Bart scurried to the bed and
from shirt to sneaks, Kip was a bareboy in a flash. If he had a chance to
think about what was happening....I doubt he did.
 Shane nodded approving with site of the naked waif before him. "Um, um, um,
sweetmeat. Um, um, um. I am pleased Adam.... you choose well."
 "Thank you, sir," Adam replied.
 Shane directed the fuckboys to get Kip's legs back over his head so he could
examine his toybox. Nodding...smiling, Shane said, "Yes, indeed," and ran a
finger down the boy's sweat-slippery crease after he had Zach and Bart pull the
kid's cheeks apart.
 Kip and Zach were both surprised that they recognized each other, too. Kip
had been witness to the first night that Zach enjoyed cock...Casey's cock...at
a birthday sleepover  in a backyard teepee, with friends Jarrod and Kyle. Boy
he remembered Zach enjoyed cock alright....all fuckin' night!!!
Kip and the others had watched Zach and Casey from under the flap of the tent
there in the dark, on the lawn outside, as Casey fed cock and boy jam half
the night....and when they woke in the morning, Casey was still pounding Zach's
face. That afternoon, under big brother Shane's window, and while Shane
overheard, Casey instructed Zach as to how he was gonna serve dick.
 In no time, Casey was in a similar situation in service to his
brother....and everything snowballed from there.
 Well, here was Shane, taking his finger from Kip's crease, wetting it in
Zach's mouth with some slicky boy spit, and then returning it to Kip's crack,
where he lubed around the boy's bud....'round, and 'round.....and 'round. Then
Shane told Adam to get behind and above Kip's head, and tongue him some Kipper
bung.
 Adam scrambled up from the floor and into position. Bending way over, his
hard boytool has sticking straight out above Kip's face, as Adam's tongue worked
Kip's pucker pussy.
 While he worked out toy tail, Shane commented, "You know, scum, our new
fuckboy here is almost totally hairless....like practically pubeless...HA! A pube
free zone!" he snickered.
 "Well, there's some hair's, but very minor. I think we could clean up his
pussy with just the 'lectric shaver. Casey likes to use that...so we might as
well call him in here."
 "Hey you, dickears," Shane directed at Bart, who looked up...."pick up the
phone there, push 4, and when the l'il shit answers, yell, "Fuckboy, get in
here!" "
 Bart did as told, and they all sorta smiled sick like, when they heard Casey
scream, "YESSIR!"
 Shane always got a warm fuzzy when he heard his skulking little brother
shuffling behind his door before he knocked.
 Shane got up and unlocked it, and ceremoniously waved the little toyboy into
the room.
 Casey's eyes went wide and wild when he saw instantly, a bare butt smile
facing him, with 3 other fuckboys around it. He almost cummed from joy when Shane
said, "Plug in the shaver pisswad, yer on pussy detail."
 Casey lost it, and screamed, "Oh thank you, sir! Thank you! Omigod! Omigod.
My favoritist thing!" and knee scurried over to the dresser to get
it...plugged it up...and made his way to the bed, and stopped looking to Shane for
instructions.
 Shane held a hand up to stop him, and told Adam to keep swabbing pussy,
while Bart went for the safety razor in the bathroom.
 When he came back and got back on the bed in position, Shane belly-flopped
in between Kip's boy cheeks, as Adam pulled his face away. Zach and Bart kept
the cheeks apart, and the terrified, quiet, new l'il fuckboy Kip, felt Shane's
razor head slip into his spit soaked crack, and glided the razor in, out, and
all around, then he plied his thumb to the boy's pucker, and as Kip
"Sssssssssss"ed, from the wild sensation, Shane spit a goober in there, swabbed it
around, and ran the blade over the blinking pleasure trove.
 Satisfied with his work, and in a rare affectionate moment, Shane leaned in
and licked Kip's toybox, darting his tongue into the slightly swelling pussy
ring, and then sat up after running his tongue the full trek up his crease to
his balls, which he kissed.
 Shane told the kids to release his legs and spread them as they came to the
bed, with a wave, "All yours, shaver dude," he said to Casey, who lit up, and
went into action.
 Up on the bed between Kip's legs, 'Whirrrrrrrr!' the shaver went into
action, causing Kip to hard up from the vibration as it sailed around his lightly
haired pubey patch and up and down his 4" boy dick, and after he directed Zach
and Bart to stretch the kid's nutsack, he ran the shaver up and around the nuts
and the poor kid below him, kicked up and curled his feet and toes, screaming
a long squeally whine as he shot a pretty pearly load all over his chest.
Everybody laughed, and Zach and Bart started feeding Kip his own jelly.
 Casey rapped Zach, his own fuckboy, and pointed to the goop on Kip's peter.
Zach swooped right down and tongue-swiped the cum off kiddie dong, and the
shaver went right back into action.
 Shane had gone into the bathroom, and when he came back he had Kip pull up
his legs again and the boys spread him out all wide-like. He told Adam to take
position between his legs, and administer to his first rookie recruit. Adam,
cupped his hands, Shane poured, and Adam applied a double handed dose of
alcohol to Kip's now burning, tingling pubes and dick and balls and
pucker....Weeeeoooooooooooo! Did Kip scream! Holy shit, did he SCREEEEEEEEEAMMMMM!
 Zach and Bart had all to do to hold his kicking feet....they both got
slapped and punched by the wildly swinging young dude. Shane had moved to the head
of the bed and after Kip's siren went off, he had a prepared wad of fuckboy
boxers, Adam's, to shove in his mouth.
 Something happened that had not happened in previous fuckboy adventures.
When   noticing a new quiver develop in the new boy, Shane looked up, having
quieted Kipper, to see Casey, his tongue squirting out the corner of his mouth,
and working a finger up slicky boy's pussy, and Bart and Zach and Adam had their
hands all over the kid's butt, and crease and were alternately fingering Kip,
who was getting sooooooooo excited all over again as the boys relentessly
worked his toyhole.

[NOTE: There are references to a teepee birthday party sleepover, Jarrod, and
Kyle in this chapter that come from the story JARROD in the High School
Section, Chapter 10.
'Zach Gets to Serve' is a spinoff that started in Chapter 10 of Jarrod. The
last chapter of Jarrod was entered in July, '03.]

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