Date: Tue, 17 May 2005 10:45:19 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve.  Chapter 34

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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@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Zach Gets to Serve.
Chapter 34

As it was, rockhard horny Shane-dick willed out, and Casey reached under and
behind, guiding Shane's boypleaser up his bunger.

The kid sucked in a breath as the tears welled in his eyes with the steady
single stroke surge of brother dick up his boybox.

Shane reached around to diddle Casey's boypeter while he let the kid get used
to his meaty 6 inch impaler.

Casey's head flopped back into Shane's chest. Shane had grown a few inches
the past year since all this started, and Casey realized that Shane's now 5' 10"
frame no longer let him nestle into the older boy's neck and shoulder.

While he waited for Casey to relax, Shane ordered the 69'ing fuckboys on the
bed to take each other's dick sidewise between their teeth and bite down a
bit. "Yahhhh! Bite down...not too hard. Just letcher buddyfag know you got him in
yer teeth. Ummm. Yehhh!
Check it out Case," he nudged his brother with his chin into the kid's golden
blond hairs.

Casey nodded.

"Close yer lips now, blow and puff 'em up, like you blowin' into your
bit-down buddy's dick. Yessss-sssss!" Shane hissed, and humped up three quick times
into his grunting brotherfuck....

"Uh-uh-uhhhh!" came from Casey

"A'kay...anuffa that, gitcher tongues into each other's bung. I wanna see
that spit and cum bubble up from yer lips," Shane ordered the fucktools on the
bed, while he pulled Casey's face around into his own armpit. "Go boy....let's
see you git thet pit, lil dude. Tongue....yahhhh ....lick it...lemmmee hear
slobbering boy spit slickin'. Ummmm....lil brother....you got the touch, boi."

Zach Gets to Serve.  Chapter 34.

Shane's face gleamed from the beading sweat his brother wringed from him with
his tireless toyboi tongue in his big brother's armpits. Both Shane's arms
were up above the back of the armchair. He shivered every few tongue lappings.
Sometimes Casey would just vacuum bro-pit...then others he would do fast
fever-licks....and still other times he'd bite then dart-tickle with the tip of his
tongue. It was beautiful to Shane who had been moving into a mindless state
all afternoon.

The dreamplay unfolding on the bed before him with Zach and Stevie eating
each other's bungers was not helping Shane come back to the real world either.

Steve and Zach were old acquaintances-come friends-come whatever they were
now. Are they lovers? Master and slave? They wouldn't know that. They just
didn't know enough to figure out what they were. But they sure wuz eatin' out each
other's pussyboi box!

Steve literally lost his tongue up Zach's tingling toy tunnel. The
whip-darting taster was giving Zach thrills beyond his own imaginations. He was ruttin'
back onto the boy's tongue to get it deeper yet!

This was no more than what was going on at the other end with Zach's tongue
trying to match the drive of Steve's. Zach actually was thinking of what he was
doing. He was always a good imaginer. He was actually feeling each ripple of
fragile boyasshole skins inside the outer ring of Steve's bung.

In Kipper's room:

Kip was sitting there, all alone in the world, staring at his orders from
Tommy on the computer to report the next morning to service him before school.

Kip shook all over when Kerry asked him: "Whut'up, lil bro?"

He shook his head, still looking down, and then told Kerry a little about
what he had to do for Tommy. Not too much....'cuz 'member, Kipper...down
deep....LOVES what he's doing for all the boys....he LOVES it.....LOVES COCK! NEEDS
IT! BADDDDDDDDDDDD! He knows that even though he and Kerry were not such 'buddy'
brothers, Kerry would pick up his cause for him and protect him....a
protection he was all but certain he did NOT want.

There were dribs and drabs of how he met Jarrod and Kyle and how they
introduced him to fun at their treehouse and all. Kip wasn't paying attention to
Kerry, but just stared at his sneakers while he beat around about what he'd been
doing these last months.

Kerry was warming up....rubbing the front of his pants unconsciously when
Kipper said he been "doin' kids" in the park toilet....both alone and with Bart.
Then he sort of blubbered out how the kids in Kip's class had tormented Bart
even though he was a couple years older than all of them.

He dribbled out a bit about Casey, Shane and the 'fuckboys'....without
necessarily admitting his part as first Shane's fuckboy, and now Tommy's.

(Now, it's worth mentioning that the magazine that opened up the boysex world
and the toys Kyle, Jarrod and Kip first played with at Kyle's fort....were
Kerry's. The magazine was pulled out of pile in Kip's garage....and Kip found
Kerry's box of rubbers, butt and dick dildo's an' stuff there, too.)

Back to the here and now, Kerry was being worked up with all the dick talk,
and found himself tugging on his prick through his jeans. He was s-o-m-e horny
by the time his little brother finished with his story.

He looked hard at the hang-down headed boy at the desk, and put a big boy
hand to Kip's upper back and neck. "Hey boy...whutchu been doin' with them other
stranger boys when you coulda been takin' care of yur own big brudder, huh?
Huh?!"

With a pronounced tug and pressure behind Kip's head, the young kid looked
up, and the first thing he saw as his eyes left the floor was Kerry's hand
squeezing at his fly. And the same knawing need built up quick inside Kip whose own
4 1/2 inches rocked up in his boxers as his brother pulled him down and off
the chair to his knees.

"Take care 'a yuh big brother, Kipper boy. C'mon boy. Show your brother the
funs you been giving away at the park and all over town. Then we'll talk about
how we's gonna gitchu outta all this 'fuckboy' shit, hear? Cain't has my lil
bro bein' the town boy 'ho, kin we??!"

Kip was horny as a toad by now and he actually felt his mouth go wet with the
expectant taste of his big brother's salty dick and spooge. He kneeled erect
and looked into Kerry's face as he worked his brother's zipper down. He found
a leaky, sticky, firm manboy dick in there all right. It was a handsome one
too, that he pulled from his brother's fly. He kissed it with a tongue tip to
the oozing pisshole that sent chills through Kerry's body. Then his lips
smooched over it and pulled back. And finally, the 6 inch plus, cock disappeared into
Kip's face.

Kerry swoooooned! He'd had his share of blowjobs...queers and cunt alike. But
sucked by family! Sucked by his little brother! Nothing was ever gonna have
this effect on him again. "Ohhhh mannnnnnn! Eat meeeeee little brother! Chow me
d-o-w-w-w-w-n!"

Kerry's butt scootched to the edge of the chair and his cheeks flexed and
hunched inside the boxers and jeans still covering them. He pulled down with
clasped hands behind Kipper's neck and was absolutely stunned when the
well-practiced young cocksucker SWALLOWED HIM ALTOGETHER!"

There was no doubt that were Kerry standing he would have fallen right to the
floor in the thrill of the shock! Tears of absolute joy welled in his eyes as
he went limp and fell into the back of the chair.

Over at Aaron's garage, Bart's on his knees at service to one more master:
Aaron calmly asked Bart, "Who owns you, dirthole?"

"Uh..Sha...you do...Aaron??" God, he almost said Shane's name, then answered
as a question, 'cause he didn't know what the fuck the young bastard wanted.

"Hmmm....that's ok, I guess, but I think we're gonna make like the Navy...you
will call me MISTER....say it!"

"Yes...ummm...MIS-ter," Bart replied. He actually smiled to himself. This was
nuthin' compared to Shane, and Casey, and Colin and Kevin.....shit...or even
the little kids that tied him up in the park. Shit! Bart had seen it all. This
was a piece'a cake.....so far.

Aaron whipped out his healthy peter and flagged it at him and said, "Who else
do you belong to?"

Bart for the first time realized that Aaron had the thickest boycock he had
ever had to blow. It felt like a telephone pole when the kid rammed it into his
mouth. It might also be the longest of all the guys he'd had to service these
last long weeks since his first days at the park toilet glory hole. None of
the kids he'd blowed had been much over 6 inches. Aaron's dick was at least an
inch more....and thickerrrrr!

Answering in the mind muddle he was in, he said that he also belonged to
"Ummm...MIS-ter's cock??" again in a question.

Aaron said, "Close. Let's you be calling it, Mister DICK! Say it!"

"Mister Dick, uh...MIS-ter."

Aaron smiled. "Good. I like that. For now that'll be it. I decided yur
staying here the night. You'll call home and tell them, and you'll be nice to my
folks when they get home. Thennn, lessee....we'll sleep out in my dad's fifth
wheel camper outside here....hmmmm... and maybe we'll cut school tuhmorrah, and
you'll take care'a Mister Dick here all night annnnd the day, too."

Bart just nodded, and looked up at yet aNOTHER master. Would it ever fucking
end? He was being driven by his own need for whut hangs free from every
spunkrat he knew....
COCK! And he NEEDed it....baaaaaaaddddd!

As we leave to check out the scene at Tommy's, Aaron's saying, "A'kay
cuntboi....kiss it!"

Bart strained up, his lips at the quiver.....

At first he nibble-sucked at the peehole tip of Aaron's raging hardon. The
prefuck spoo was making sticky on Bart's lips. Aaron was crossed between needing
to blow another load and wanting to build up the excitement given that he had
this fuckin' cocksucker at his mercy all fucking night and the next day, too.

As it turned out, he controlled his boy passion and chose instead to stuff a
rag in Bart's mouth, pull him over his lap, strip the gym shorts off and beat
his naked ass screaming the whole time about Bart's stealing his stuff from
the locker. "You gonna pay, dude. You gonna fuckin' pay me good and plenty,
faggot!"

When his own hand was stinging from the terrific spanking he gave Bart, he
made the fucker crawl into the house from the garage to call home. Once the
right assurances were given to his mom, and Aaron even talked to her as well,
telling her they were gonna work out and practice some wrestling moves, he rung
off and made Bart get up on the kitchen table on his belly. He went for a plate
and placed it in front of Bart. Pushing down his jeans and boxers, Aaron
lobbed his cock and balls on the plate and yelled down at Bart to lick his dinner.
The sight was surreal. A handsome, pulsing boy peter mashing down a smoosh of
his balls in their sack lying on a dinner plate. Aaron's prefuck jizz drooling
out the pisshole added to the image as the spoo puddled on the plate.

Bart dutifully licked over the cockhead, shaft and digged his tongue into and
under the kid's balls, and finally slupped up the droozing peehole pearljam
before being told to suck it take in the main course.  Aaron bucked and humped
his blowload into Bart's mouth before sitting hard to a chair behind him.
Bart's naked body lay sprawled the length of the table as Aaron got his wind back
and then Aaron put three, then four fingers into Bart's mouth. The kid's face
must have been pleading 'Please leave me be....haven't I done enough....taken
enough abuse for just 'borrowing' a pair of shorts?'

It didn't matter....this was only the beginning of Aaron's new found joy in
playing master and slave. He looked dead into Bart's eyes as they fingers in
his mouth did their magic. Bart raised his head some as the fingers reached deep
back into his mouth and lay in Bart's tongue. He sucked then....and sucked
hard....the need for it all gleamed over Bart's face. Aaron saw it....without
knowing, he 'knew' he 'owned' Bart.

Snapping out of the haze, Aaron yelled, "Getcher fuckin' ass off my table,
wipe it down and clean your slimey cock and body slime off. Ahm having dinner
on'iss table in two hours and I don't want no faggot remnants!"

Bart scrambled off the table with slop of Aaron's cum dregs still in his
mouth. He rushed to the sink and got paper towels and soap to wash down and wipe
the table.

Once more, Bart was on all fours crawling back outside, this time to the
fifth wheel camper. Aaron sat down on a lawn chair as he had the naked dude open
up the camper to air it and clean up inside. Aaron inspected the work, and then
with a shot to the back of Bart's head he shoved the distracted kid to the
near bunk, rolled him to his belly, pulled the door shut, dropped his pants,
climbed on top of Bart, swabbed his prick with some sun tan lotion he found
there, and sank his meaty prick through Bart's butthole to his balls.

"Errummmmpphhh! Uhh! Uh! Ohhhh!godddd!" Bart moaned as Aaron growled in his
ear before he bit it, "Fuck you, queerass! Fuck you! Ahmena fuck you and make
you beg fer more!!"


In Rob's car after he whiffed the first of Adam's cum smells from the rubber:
He was sooooo fucking happy. He was sooo fucking happy he couldn't believe
what less than an ounce of kid jelly could do to him. Here he was...this long
repressed faggot-needing-cumsucker. He had found the treasure at the end of the
rainbow. That rainbow was a squeaky-clean blond spunker that could feed him
what he needed....now.... tomorrow....next week....next....forever! "Ohhhhhhhh
A-d-a-mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!" he moaned through his sobs.

He wanted so badly to just dip his tongue in his cumboy's shootoff, but
restrained himself. He'd get himself together. Get to school, and see if he could
stash it away and go for it after classes at home, in his bed when he could
swarsh his tongue-hardon in it...lick some up, rub his own prick with it!

He didn't think he could ever make it the whole day. He wanted to save it. To
treasure it. Virgin teencream for his lips, tongue, cock and
bunghole....later....at home...in bed....under the covers....jacking himself out of his
friggin' mind!!!!!!!!!!

Trembling, nearly unable to hold the flimsy rubber without spilling all the
teen jam it held,
Rob reached for the glove compartment to store the boy jelly till he got to
school. The effort was tremendous for him. He slumped exhausted to the seat as
he slammed the compartment with the tips of his shaky fingers. He gasped and
sighed and rubbed his cummed up cock against his sticky boxers where he'd blown
his wad in his pants.

He must have laid with his face hanging off the edge of the seat for five
minutes before he was roused by the sounds of car horns nearby.

Hoisting his shaky, sweaty body up off the seat, he tried to get the car
started again to finish the trip to school.

Ben wasn't pooling with him this morning because of the difference in their
schedules, but he expected to be carrying Ben home that afternoon after his
last class.

Neither college dude had any idea that they were both having high school boy
needs and would be taking care of those needs over the next three days
separately....with the same dude!

That afternoon, both boys were lost in thought as they passed the rest stop.
Both pairs of eyes longingly lingered on rest room area as they drove on by.
Rob seemed to notice Ben's fog-up, but it didn't register. He was too wrapped
up in his own cum dreams of Adam, and even wanted to pat the front of the glove
compartment where the teen's spooge was slithering around inside the rubber.

Ben checked his watch when he got out of Rob's car and saw they had made
record time getting him home...and then Rob hit the gas like he was on a speedway
and blasted off in a cloud of fumes.

Up in his room, Rob was near out of his mind as he gingerly held the rubber
of Adam's morning cum up to his eyes to enjoy the almost amber glue-like liquid
that he'd saved for this very moment all fucking day. He loved knowing there
would be another load for him at Adam's mailbox every school morning and then
Wednesday he'd have Adam's dick live, hard, and hummin' in his mouth. His
knees buckled as he smelled the open end of Adam's baggie. He licked at it! Oh,
god! He loved it! He didn't know what to do first, looking all around him with
his quivering fingers nearly losing control of the rubber.

Gently laying down so it wouldn't spill on the bed, he stripped naked in
seconds. He stripped the spread off and went for a bath towel to cover the sheets
against the obvious mess he was about make.

Squeezing his rockhard cock in both hands he was so excited as he stared at
the rubber.

He squatted up on the bed and reached for the jizzy condom. The smell as he
opened the end again made him dizzy. He was living a dream...a dream he'd
probably been having since the first time he ogled another kid's dick. He licked
the edge of the rubber all around the inside knowing that's where Adam's dick
was that morning when he wacked off into it.

He got all quivery tasting Adam's dick-skin-touch places. Then he sticked a
finger in and rubbed some joyboy elixir into his armpits. Looking down at his
chest, and then his image in the bureau mirror, he sticked in again and rubbed
some spoo  on his nips too....then chills ran up his spine when his fingered
it between his toes. He almost passed out when he rolled back onto his
shoulders and fingered a cum dollop into his butt crack. Ummmm.
He didn't want to contaminate the rest of the cum with butthole smell, so he
licked his finger before fingering out a drop for his belly button, and then
rubbed it over his upper lip under his nose. He cried out loud at the joy he
got from the boy'roma wafting into his trembling young body.

He held the rubber up above his face now and shook it violently to froth up
the goo of life and then held it tight between his hands to warm it while he
wiggled his cum-rubbed toes.
The slithery feel between his toes was a whole new adventure in what was a
never-ending
run of excitement for a young dude sexed out of his mind!

Gently he funneled the end of the rubber, with maybe less than a half ounce
of teen goop remaining, to his lips. The warmed gluely-goo oozed over his lip,
first under his tongue then on the tip of his wiggling rasper. Flashes of
light went off behind his eyes as he tasted and smelled the joyjelly while
swarshing Adam's cum around his mouth. He reached to his oozing prick and fitted the
cummed up rubber over his own prick! The cum spread around his own handsome
boy wick and heated up. Rob's entire dick was now cummed with Adam's spooge. Rob
gingerly reached for his shrouded peter and fearful of going off before he
achieved the maximum joy, he first grabbed at it and squeezed violently, staving
off an uncontrolled shootoff.

Easing the pressure, the tingle-twitchy excitement built again quickly as Rob
beat his meat full-stroking up and down his joyed pecker from cockhead to
balls and back and again and again. His breath shortened. His toes curled under.
He screeled deep inside his throat as the inside of his thighs became electric
and his butt came up off the bed. His smooth young naked body arched and
strained as he madly whipped till he shot Adam's rubber full of his own powerful
cream blowoff....."Ahhhhhccchgghhhhhh! Ayeh! Ohuhhh!
Sooooogggooooodddd!" he wailed as his spent body jerked, jolted and flopped
to the bed in a huge sigh as the young dude expended all his air. The boy's
body lurched, bucked and jolted seeking relief from sexual boy turmoil. His
blurry eyes looked down his slender trunk to the condom covered peter....the focal
point of the most fun he ever has on any day....and joyed in the sight of the
white curdled mass of spoogoo spread over the length of the rubber on his
cock. He quaked another two times before falling into a dream of cum and boys and
dicks....mmmmmmm.

He woke soon enough and it all began again. He pulled the rubber from his
joint and emptied it into his mouth and swirled the mix of Adam's and his own
juice over his boy taster before he swallowed it all while he rubbed his neck
like he could feel Adam's sperm slipping down into his belly.

With his other hand he wacked off while he got to his feet and hunched
forward with bent knees up on his bed jerking his pud while he stared at himself in
the mirror. His cum shot everywhere around the room in front of him and
dribbled the last dregs over his fingers and into his cockhairs before he flopped to
his knees exhausted once more.

I doubt that Adam could appreciate  what he'd done for Rob with just that 2
minute beatoff before school that morning.


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