Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2004 12:17:15 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve.  Chapter 30

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Chapter 30.

He pulled up, then pounded, pummeled and ham-slammed the young dude into next
week before cumming deep and long .... his trembling body hung off the end of
his pulsing, shooting prick as he slumped for the final time in a mass of
sweat and heat....searching for air....

The other boys in the row were frozen...their bare feet to the floor...three
of 'em, had the ends of their towels sucked into their mouths. The others, one
was chewing the inside of his cheeks...the other biting his nails, his toes
curling under.

Finally, and so matter of factly, 'Ssphwokk!' Col pulled from Bart's oozing
pucker, smacked Bart's butt, and went 'round to the end of the bench, grabbed
Bart's hair and pulled his head up. When the air-sucking Bart yowled from the
hair yank, Colin filled his face hole with cum-streaked, butt-slimed cock. The
others were filing into the showers, when Colin pulled his tongued-off meat
from Bart's mouth and beat it on the face of his up-yanked head.

Dropping Bart's head to his arms on the bench, Colin after he whispering
something in his ear, gave him the final degradation by sticking his spitty,
oozing cockhead into it. He grabbed his towel for the showers, and the low, near
whisper talk in the shower went silent when Colin came in. A few moments passed
with this boy or that sudsing, or rinsing and then....they all went still and
stared at the entrance.
Crawling over the lip of the shower floor was Bart, looking up, shooting his
tongue out and in like a lizard, over and over as he crawled first to Colin,
and darted his tongue in and out at his cockhead. Then in succession, he
crawled to every other boy in the shower to dart-lick their cockheads, too. When
some wanted to push him away, Colin glared and they let Bart's tongue diddle
their pricks. He returned to the center of the floor and stood erect on his knees
where Colin pissed him from his hair, into his open mouth, to his
balls....rinsed himself off with a twice around and back under his shower head....and left.

Bart hung his head, and slumped to his heels. A couple of the kids rushed
over to help him up, and from the recesses of the locker came a roar from Colin,
"LEAVE HIM BE!"

They all jumped back, away from Bart, finished rinsing and got out of there.

Zach Gets to Serve.  Chapter 30.

Soon as he dared, but not too long since he was sure there was another round
with Colin waiting for him, Bart crawled out of the shower and up the aisle to
his locker.
He was so relieved! Nothin'! Nobudy! He jumped up and to his feet, stretching
back into his pulling towel against the back of his neck. How good it felt!
He never appreciated towel massaging his neck this much before.

He opened his locker, and "Ohhhhhhhh!!!" burst into tears, slumping to the
bench.
There was a single hanger there with a pair of pink girl's panties, frilled
all around the leg holes in lace. A pair of sneakers was in the locker as
well...on the floor. He pulled them out and realized they were an old canvas pair
with the toe tops cut away..open toed sneaks!!! He knew he had no choice...it
was this or naked. He slipped into the sneaks, and then sighed deeply when he
took the panties from the hanger.
Geez, they even stunk of perfumey, girly stuff....and "Ohhhh, nooooooooo!" he
warbled near tears. When he pulled them on, they were cut out in both the
front and the back....there was no place to hide his meat, or his tail smile from
view.

Shamed beyond belief, he started for the door with his books which had been
left with his backpack on the top shelf. Then he had a saving thought. He
wrapped the towel around his pantied waist, hoping the worst he'd get would be
maybe a ride home and detention when he was finally flagged down by the staff hall
monitor. But, he tried one last thing....trying all the locker doors for one
he might get into for some substitute clothes....

Adam's 'after-Andi spanking' hours were spent in a lonnnng shower after he
cleaned up the bang-a-boy mess they made all over the house. His folks would be
getting home soon. His mind sped forward to his planned meet with Rob the next
afternoon at the rest stop....he smiled faintly thinking of picking up
another few bucks. He could thank Shane for him selling his dick and mouth for cold
cash. His dick actually tingled just then as he padded his bare naked feet
down the hall to his room. Pulling on his boxers, A&F green plaids, and flopped
onto the bed.

He must have dozed and whatever he dreamed included a phone ringing for god
knows how long, till he awoke and it took several seconds before he realized it
was the phone.

He staggered up and into his folks' room...hmmmm...where not too long ago
Andi had fucked his brains out...."'Lo?" he answered.

"Hey, dude...'s Ben...you know...fum the um, the bath, uh the rest area
bathroom the other day?" Ben said shamey-like.

"Oh, hey...yeh, 'Hi.'"

Ben continued, "I was wantin' to meet up again maybe...ummm, Saturday
sometime?
Is that good...? It'll be just me...alone?"

"Yeh...sure...um...okay...lemme figger....ummm, how's about 1:30?" Adam
suggested, with visions of dollar signs going off in his head....and the scent of
Ben's fly in his mind....both guys at either end of the line had full hards by
the time they hung up, and Adam sluffed back to his bed, and pounded off yet
one more time smelling and tasting Ben's dick. His mind even supplied the
background smells from the urinal and the floor in front where he kneeled in the
restroom

Zach had had himself some day with the Pampers, the kids pissing in 'em after
the bus got to school, then the BenGay deal with Casey....up his piss hole
even...

Kip's day from hell continued after he had to show the kids at the bus stop
his bacon wrapped pud....and then had to hold up the bacon, dangle it above his
turned-up face and sticked-out tongue, then eat it. Lunch period extended the
horror when he was dragged by classmates into the boys room and had his prick
fitted with slices of cheese and salami, tied on with a twist-tie. He was
going to have to remove and eat the cheese and salami on the bus home....and
there'd be all kinds of cold cuts for his cock in the morning. It just got worse
by the minute.

The day wore on relentlessly for all these poor fuckers.

Adam would be hitching to the rest stop after school rather than let Shane
know he's got another 'pay' date. It only took a day for Adam to realize that
this cash he was making to keep his former bud, now master, Shane happy, could
be making his own self happy too. He found himself daydreaming at one point
during class and wondering if he would continue to 'sell himself' like a cheap
whore even after his obligation to Shane ended...if ever. He was fingering some
of the money he had made that week. He liked being cash independent for the
first time in his life. Then his mind shifted to Andi, his new boy master....and
Andi had the green....wanted him at college on weekends the next year. Adam
sighed then, realizing he actually had some options. Andi would free him from
Shane's grip...and he could make his own money if he chose, whether or not he
subjected himself to Andi.....'Oh Andi,' he wordlessly said to himself...his
dick hardening in his pants right under the fingers he was rubbing the money
with. He bucked up in his seat when he squeezed his rising cockhead, and looked
all around....some kids were snickering thinking he bolted up from having dozed
off....but Adam wasn't sure...his hand wrapped hard now around his steeled,
and uncontrollable pud.....shivers went through him over and over....he
tightened his butt cheeks, flushed in the face....could feel the heat...then got back
into what was happening in class and turned the page of the book in front of
him....bolting up again in his seat.

Bart did find an open locker after trying every locker....actually, he found
three. One just had a dirty jock hanging grossly from a hook...even in his
anxious situation, he reached for it and pulled it up to his nose.....swooned
from the boy funk he smelled. He knew this kid. It was Paul....and whutta meaty
prick hung over his balls! Bart's cock shot through the hole in his panties! He
closed the locker....and held onto the jock!

At the next open locker, he found a pair of sweaty gym shorts, and damp
sneakers. He quickly shucked the opened toed sneaks fuckin' Colin had set him up
with and sat down to put on the ones from the locker, after pulling the shorts
over the panties and his semi-hard prick. It didn't hurt that like with the
jock earlier, he also knew whose locker this was, and the kid was a hot young
dude Bart had ogled many a day during gym classes. He was really feeling good now
with this genius he showed to not just walk out in those panties and be
totally shamed all over the school. He rubbed his classmate's shorts against his
pulsing peter and doubled up from the sensation while closing his eyes and
seeing Tim's, the shorts owner-boy's face.

He pulled on a tee that was also in that locker, and when he found the third
open locker.....jackpot!!  A grubby pair of cargo shorts, and a button down
dirty blue shirt.

He pulled it all on and would not be a standout in any group now, as he
headed for the door. The prickly lace around the edge of the panties he still had
on were chafing him, and at the same time sending just enough shivers up his
thighs to keep him on the constant prong! He needed to get out of there and into
a safe bathroom stall after the next class, where he could shuck the panties.

As he headed out, he stuffed the cruddy jock into a pocket of the cargoes.
'Hey, what's 'iss??' he said to himself. The tips of his fingers felt something
sticky and mushy in the bottom of the pocket. He pulled it out past the jock,
and looked down...holy shit! A fuckin' rubber....used!!! There it was. The
watery, slimy dregs of boy shootoff....in a used rubber...in his palm.
Slowly....he raised a trembling palm to his face...his nose. "OHHHHH!!!" he moaned out
loud...more a violent groan. His knees buckled and he fell down in a quivery
teen muddle....the cum smell was overwhelming, and shook him to his roots. A
cockhound with fresh boyjam....and he also knew whose cargoes this came
from....Aaron! Those cobalt blue eyes.....that face.....smoothe pink
prick....ohmigoddddd! Legs folded under, his face and lips glommed onto the slippery rubber. He
whimpered as he held his head back, raised the rubber, and  reheated the
boyjelly that sqwooozed out over his quivering, salivating tongue..... "Eeeruhmm!
Uureeeemm!"

Uhhhh! He bucked up....his whole lower body convulsed! As his tongue surged
through the slippery dick jacket, swiping the taste of Aaron's cock and teen
cream from it's walls, he shot his wad into his classmate's gym shorts through
the hole in the panties! As his trembling finger pressed into the reservoir
end, pushing the last of the spoo dregs lingering there onto his vacuuming
rasper, he continued to spasm, convulsing in the throes of his own boy cumoff. The
poor fucker was a mass of sweaty, cum-sucking teen jelly, wallowing on the
floor of the locker room. Quaking. Shivering. After long moments, he sighed
through the rubber still hanging, stuck on his lower lip, fluttering it up like a
soggy balloon, and staggered to his knees....boy was he used to this position
with cum taste in his mouth! He pushed up with a hand to a bench, and finally
stood.
The saving grace of this last few moments was that no gym class was scheduled
this period....or whatever was left of Bart's dignity, would have been
face-fucked right out of him by the new mob which could have been bursting through
that door right now finding him on his knees, trembling with a used rubber
hanging out of his mouth!

He was late for class, disheveled, but smiling inside that the worst he faced
was a detention, if that.... Kevin and Mike who shared the first class with h
im after gym, at first grinned with how flushed red and sweated up Bart
looked, but were also shocked when Bart, with no panties in sight, slithered quietly
and late into his seat. The teacher glared. Kevin couldn't wait to tell Colin
how Bart beat the panties deal.

As Bart's tongue made another taste run around his mouth and lips, he looked
up, broke into a another sweaty blush....one of the pairs of eyes looking back
at him from his seat, were the cobalt blues of Aaron. Bart got all
flustered...his fingers diddling the rubber he had put back in the pocket of Aaron's
pants. Ohhhhh....did Aaron know Bart was wearing his clothes? He had ripped off a
bud....good enough cause that it was....he thiefed a friend. Aaron seemed to
give him a slight, was it a knowing....nod? and then a smile, before facing
front. Then Aaron snapped back around, flushed with anger....with an eye to the
pocket where he knew he stashed the rubber?....the pocket into which Bart's
own hand was stuffed right then.... diddlin' it with his fingers! On seeing what
was surely rage on Aaron's face, he yanked his hand out the pocket. Aaron's
expression turned down...sullen....shamed and he looked fleetingly up into
Bart's face as he slowly turned front. He HADN'T remembered the rubber,
maybe....till Bart pulled out his hand so quickly. His anger was that he knew Bart had
rifled his locker. His shame was for that rubber being found.

Zach executed his second straight day as shower entrance ornament in his
diaper, smiling at each boy going in, saying, "Hi, I like Pampers," summarily
greeted by "Faggot. Asswipe. Fairy."  ...and the old standby, "Fuckin' queer!"  As
they exited the shower, as yesterday, he was kneeling with the Pamper open
begging kids to piss in it. The rotten little bastards were true to their reps
at home, and missed the boy-'bowl'. No less than 7 kids pissed him...head to
toe....the Pamper, or both. This time Casey didn't stay with him to direct, but
left Zach alone like a fuckin' beggar. But after the last dude was out of the
shower he had to walk up to Casey, and kneel in 'fuckboy' to show him the
soaked diaper...and his entire soaked and smelly self. Satisfied, Casey nodded
approval, and told him to get dressed...."No shower, fuckhole!". Oh man....no
shower....he was gonna have to wear all these dudes' piss all fuckin' day. "Don't
dry that either, dickstick. Let it dry on you, and don't forget to bring it
to lunch to eat your lunch off after you lick it clean," Casey called over his
shoulder as he left for class.

Zach was still kneeling, staring down at his soaked Pampers....unseeing. He
felt a new warm wetness oozing from his head down his face and neck, and turned
up to catch another kid standing over him just getting his piss to full
force, which now fired straight into his face! He just rubbed his face with his
hands, and looked down watching the puddle under him expand. The three final
squirts caught him right in his ear. The kid stepped over the drenched Zachie boy
and left.

While Kip's embarrassment was the worst, especially after the kids stripped
him in the boys room, he was really left to himself, save a few snickers from
kids who knew he was wearing his after school snack of coldcuts on his dick.

Well, all good things do have to come to an end. With the last bell, all the
little pricks were haulin' ass for their bikes, buses, or for the closer ones,
the walk home.

Kip was in no rush....the next chapter in his service to his class, thanks to
his new master Tommy setting him up that morning, was fast approaching as
three of the dudes from his bus surrounded him and were shoving and bumping him
along as they burst through the doorway.

A few more pushes and shoves, and a kick or two to his tail, and they arrived
at the bus where they all but picked him up and threw him up the steps. The
drivers all were clotchin' it nearby waiting for the their respective herds to
load, before trying to maintain some level of order before they put their
buses in gear for the final run of the day.

There was a smothering of giggles when the driver bounded up the steps,
looked back to all the shiny faces smiling, or buried in their hands hysterical. He
hesitated for a sec, and then slipped into his seat, pulling the door shut,
checked for any late kids maybe running down the walk, seeing none, he shifted
into gear, and the funs were on.

The giggling was from boys and girls mostly at the back of the bus. Kip was
on his knees on a seat, his back to the window, naked, removing the twist tie
from around his salami and cheese dick snack preparing for his after school
nourishment. Several of the boys pushed girls in front to shame Kip even more as
they all watched him hold his 4 inch plus dick in his fingers while releasing
his snack. They were hysterical when they saw how the cheese had sorta melted
all around his meat, and were pounding the seat and each other as Kip picked
off piece after piece of the shredding cheese. Sure. Why should Kip get a break
and have the fuckin' slice come off in one piece so he could get this all
over with....ohhh noooooooo...he had to get every possible bad turn. He was made
to throw his head back, dangle the salami dickwrap above his sticked-out
tongue, and then suck at it several times, before he was allowed to take it all in
his mouth and eat it. Some of the kids were starting to feel sick. That got
worse when they watched the pieces of cheese shredding off his now rising dick
and being fed onto his extending quivering tongue.

The driver was used to raucous laughter and noise on the bus and took no
notice, except he found it interesting that there seemed to be a bit a huddle in
the back. Shrugging he moved on, and the first stop came up with a few kids
getting off.

Quiet and proper sitting was the order of the moment during stops, and then
the kids jumped back into game when the driver started up again. The girls were
especially giggly when after the snacks, the boys around Kip made him wiggle
wag his dick around and they coached the girls to be watching for when he got
hard which just had happened, and there was actually a sudden silence before
cheers broke out along with high fives and a call for Kip to "Beat it! Beat
it!"

Kids were antsy watching the driver, being aware of dropoff stops, and
needing to give this kid the business. They got him off his knees and up on his
toes, so they could see his toes curl and dig under, then made the little dude
jack and wack his hard prick till he bucked, jerked and shot his spooge all over
the seat and himself. With half the kids diddling their own crotches, shocked
at the exciting boy shame they just watched, spoozing some prejizz, the others
were getting some clothes on Kip so they could get him off at any stop, and
get to really work him over.

As it ended up seven kids got off with Kip, who was barely dressed in a
half-on tee, and his cargoes....and barefoot. They had him put the rest of his
stuff in his pack which he carried off the bus with him at a stop pretty close to
where they all lived.
As the bus took off with a belch and fumes, the kids hustle-butted Kip's
behind through the unkempt yard of a vacant house, and out into the backyard.
Before they even got behind the house, one kid yanked Kip's backpack from him and
heaved it out into the tall grass. Two other kids had his tee off, before he
was tripped face down and his pants were pulled off. Kip was confused at his
being left untouched there naked on his face. When he looked up, there was
semi-circle of the seven young pricks...literally. Every kid was before him, on his
knees in a semi-circle, with his pants down his thighs and his dick laying
semi-hard between them. Cody said, "Hey faggot....you hadjer snack, now let's
getchu chowin' down some happy meals. I gonna count off...and your mouth better
be eating the first cock 'a yer choice....any cock here....by the time I get
to five. One. Two. Three...." Kip lunged forward at the kid who was counting
and sucked his prick into his mouth. One of the others said...."Mannnn...hungry
lil fucker ain't he? Couldn't even wait for the full count a'fore he jumped
onto a hangin' dinner! Hey, Cody...he must think your dick's the hottest. I
didn't know it made much difference which dick a fuckin' faggot blowed, but he
sure jumped on yers."

At just about the same time, Adam had his thumb out and was heading out for
the rest stop and his planned money meatoff with the college kid from the other
day....Rob. He got a ride right off and was there early, so he sort of walked
the perimeter of the wooded area around the restaurant and its parking lot,
hands shoved deep into his pockets as he trudged around killin' time. He was
thinking about the cash he'd be getting from Rob today, and now, even Ben,
tomorrow. He was walking past one of the cars, and there was a kid lying down
across the back seat in just a pair of polka dot red and yellow boxers. One bare
foot was up on the rear deck in the window...the other on the floor. He was
awake...eyes open....and Adam felt stupid looking into the strange car right into
the kid's eyes. As Adam averted, and started to go past the window without
saying anything, he heard, "Hey..." from inside the car.

The kid inside waited and watched the rear window and side window to see if
Adam passed or was coming back. The shadow of Adam reappeared at the rear door
window. "You live local, dude?"

Adam answered, "Yeh. You on vacation?"

"Fuck yehhhh. Couldn't get out of it. Tried like a motherfucker to stay and
have the house to myself and my buds....but no chance."

"So whut...you making their life hell fer 'em on the trip to make up for it?"
Adam asked smiling, knowingly.

The kid, bust out laughing, "Hey...you cool dude...get in here and talk to
me. I haven't talked to a soul in four days, and particularly the 'rents. They
inside stuffin' face, and will bring me out a dinner, I will make like I throw
it out the window...but I'll hide most of it and eat it later."

They slapped hands knowing the game.

"Hey man, me and the dudes home, we, ya know, fool around." He rubbed his
both hands into his crotch, hunchin' up, and Adam saw the outline of a clearly
well-built hog hiding in there...most likely growing.

"Sure, dude...we all do man. Matter of fack, I'm just stallin' around here
waitin' for a suck trick I lined up t'other day," Adam said excitedly, "pays fer
it, too!"

The other kid shot up, "REALLY!?? Holy shit, man. I only heard about stuff
like 'iss. Can I play too, ya think??" he squealed wildly.

"Shit yeh, but whut aboutcher folks? If they come back while you gettin'
blowed in some strange guy's car...." Adam queried.

Just then Adam saw Rob's car pulling in and stopping over to the rest room
and picnic table area.

"Fuck them!" the kid said. "They just went in the restaurant, plus they'll
order my stuff last...I figger I got at least 40 minutes. Shit man...us dudes
kin cum 4 times in 40 minutes, hey?" he slapped Adam's chest, and with a hand to
his hand, Adam laughed and pulled him up and they got out of the car.

Rob sprung rock hard, if he only was semi-hard just in anticipation of his
'meat' with Adam....seeing the other kid.....barefoot....polka dot underwear,
cock floppin' back and forth in there as he padded over next to Adam, "Last
time, he blowed me fer $10...he's a college dude. Wants it reg'lar, and wants to
make a deal on payin' me...like a discount fer high volume, I guess." They both
snickered. "Wit'chu here, he's gonna be so hot fer it, he gonna wanna pay
anything we ask, I betcha....Hey man, whut's yer name, anyways?"

"Oh, yeh,  hey..." he laughed that they hadn't even officially met each other
and they had lined him up with his first paid blow trick. "Name's
Duane....Dewey."

As Adam told him his name, Dewey put an arm over Adam's shoulder, and said
"O-kay, man! Let's get fuckin' OFFFF!" he yeowed as he gripped his cock in his
boxers and whipped it back and forth.

Rob was one hungry fucker alright, but worried too, that he'd be taken by the
two kids. Dewey was no slouch, slightly taller and broader than Adam...about
the same age. He just looked strong. Two horny fuckers on one horny
cocksucker....guess who loses?

"'Dis here's Duane, Rob...feel like you wanna go for a twofer today?" Adam
asked as they got to Rob's car.

Rob's hand was wild down in his pants, and he was already with pounding heart
and the short breath of anticipation, sex, two whole boys, cock....needing
it...all....scared he was out of his league.

Rob pointed a shaking hand to a towel and blanket he had rolled up in the
back seat, and he started to get out of the car. Adam recognized the quaking from
his own hair-raising experiences with Shane...and the other fuckboys. Rob was
such a mess, they actually had to get on both sides of him and held him to
walk back of the perimeter trees and bushes where they spread out to put their
man's mouth to work.

Adam took Rob's keys and went back to move the car away from where they
camped out, so there was so early parent search and finding later. Oh mannnnnn, as
he came back through the trees, he stood there in awe. Rob's clothes were all
over the blanket, he was on his knees, bent all the way back face up to the
sky, with Dewey's cock already deep into his throat from behind his head. Rob's
hands were blanched white gripping and re-gripping the back of Duane's equally
bare thighs. You could see the fingerprints on the back of Dewey's legs when
Rob released the pressure where the blood had been forced out. Duane was drill
pumping him some throat like a pro. There was no doubt he had his share of
blow boys in his young years. Rob's cock was standing at attention....and
drooling prefuck jizzyjam. Rob's face was covered with Dewey's nutsack and naked
asshole.

As Adam came through the bushes, Dewey smiled through clenched teeth and
nudged his chin down toward Rob below him, and said, "C'mere dude...getcher hog in
'ere wit' mine. I wanna feel yuh shoot yer wad over the top of my prick while
I got it buried in his throat.

Rob sensed the new boy straddling him....and was stunned when he felt the
second cock stuffed into his mouth. Rob was no slouch. He had no real experience
at this boy sex stuff, but sure was getting a fabulous indoctrination. His ton
gue swirled up and in between the boys' driving dicks. His feet were kicking
up as he struggled to get enough air to live through this face bangin'.

"Gawd! I can't stand it...gotta fuck him down.
Gotta...ungggh...ummm...fuck...fuckin' mutha...take it cunt...bitch...swallow over me
faggot...ohhhhhhh..ohyehhhhh!!!" Duane was wild....and he was cummin.' He bucked and jerked and
pounded his prick through the tiny space allowed him in Rob's near virgin throat.

Adam, crazed from all the dirty talk and the dick-rubbin' stimulation he was
gettin' from Duane's boyfeedfuck, spasmed himself, and went off like a rocket.
The overstuffed boy face couldn't handle Adam's spooge and it gloobled out
over Dewey's still cum pulsin' prick, and gushed out of Rob's guppycreeping
lips, and the corners of his mouth.

As both mouthfuckers weakened, gasping for breaths, they broke out into
face-strained grins looking down, as they both felt Rob bobbing his head over their
supersensitive knobs joltin them so hard, Dewey actually grabbed the dude's
head to still him. "Cccchhukkksss!" Duane pulled out of Rob's throat
accompanied by the sound of open-mouthed air and suck release.
"Whullphhlluh-uh-huh-uhhuh!" wheezed Rob as he at last had enough air in his lungs, grabbing his
throat. Cum sprayed all over the three guys as Rob coughed and spluttered in his
recovery.

By the time all three guys had reached some semblance of control, Rob...and
Adam, were surprised when Dewey flipped Rob around, dropped to his knees, and
pulled Rob's legs over his shoulders. Adam was back to squeezing his still cum
sticky meat, watching in awe as Dewey shoved his fingers over Rob's cum-spitty
tongue, lubed the dude's pucker hole....scrunched up his face and
nose....making slits out of his eyes, baring his clenched teeth, and,
"Ohhhowwwwwwowow....uh...uhmmmuh!" he was deep inside one deflowered boycunt. Leaning in after a
moment's adjusting, looking down into Rob's unbelieving face....."Fuck
you...dude....fucckkkk youuuuuu!" Duane waled as he began the rut-bangin' of Rob's
life!

Adam openly pulled off and was ruttin' though his own fingers, knees bent
into it, toes turned up as he rocked on his heels in the grass watching this
strange kid pump the shit out Adam's own first-ever trick. He went off again,
convulsively, when he heard Rob yowl from deep in his throat at that new dude,
"Fuck me....ohhhhhhh, fu-uh-um-ck-um....fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!!"

Adam dropped to his knees as his boyshoot ebbed to a drizz onto Rob's naked
shoulder.  Dewey was redoubling the power and speed of the fiery fuck he was
throwing to the needy fuckboy cocksucker. "You a fuckboy...dude...a FUCKBOY!
Tell me you a fuckboy...telllllllll meeeee!" Dewey screamed.

"I-I-Iya fuck-boy...a FUCKboy...I...I..." Rob tried to answer.

"You fuckin' need it! That whut you trying to tell me...cunt...YOU FUCKIN'
NEED IT!!!???"

"Ohhh, yessss,  need it...neeed...fuck...um..fuckboy...cock...eat
cock...suck...fuck me, ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk meeeeee pleeeeeeeeeeze!!!!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dewey yelled in a melodic warble as his second boyoff
seeded the depths of Rob's manboy hole....

"Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh," both Duane and Rob grunted in the finality and joy of the
ebbing spasms of their frenetic buttfuck.

Dewey reached a hand to Rob, who smiled and gripped it as he was pulled up,
then shocked to be not so much being helped as being shoved down on Duane's
meat for a tongue-sucking swaboff. In no gentle head slamming, Duane rocked the
dude's head up and down over his butt-slimed cum-sloppy cock. Satisfied, and
starting to feel randy yet again, Dewey shoved Rob to the ground off his dick,
reached for his red boxers, and stood pulling 'em on.

Adam and Rob were all eyes on the smooth, handsome, fascinating butt-fucker
as he scoured the blanket, and then lighted out for Rob's pants. Rob got a
heart stab when the fucker took out his wallet, and fished out several bills,
looking down coldly staring at Rob, he said, "I make it out you owes us $150 you
fuckin' queer. All's you got here is $35....that wouldn't keep me in lube!"

When he saw the absolute fear in Rob's face, he dropped the cash in a snow of
bills followed by the wallet, on top of Rob's sweaty belly, hand-clasped Rob
and then Adam and said..."Jus' funnin' ya dude....that mighta been the best
fuck ah evah had my man....paid in full!" A turn back, a wave, a rustle of the
branches and bushes, and he was gone. Adam watched the rustling leg ripples of
those polka dot boxers and fine smooth boy legs.

Then, turning back he looked into Rob's face which was anxious with
anticipation, and loss...Yeh...Rob probably had real loss of that cock he'd never have
again.... swinging and bobbing it's way through the trees.....when Adam broke
the silence... "So...you wanna?"

"Whut??" Rob asked running a hand across his naked belly and down to his cock.

"FUCK, dude!" Adam yelled getting to his knees, one hand gripping his cock,
the other pushing Rob's foot up onto his shoulder....a big shit eatin' grin on
his face, as he scootched up to Rob's oozing butthole....

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