Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2003 09:47:58 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 8

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 8

 It was after 6:30 when the brothers hit the stairs, after dinner.
 Hmmmm. The kids heard the key in the lock, and two heads snapped around.
Tommy looked over his shoulder from the bed, boy feet over his shoulders,
butt pumping. Adam looked behind him, too, from his position straddling
Zach's chest. Adam had Zach's boxers around his head like a hairnet.
 Casey's mouth hung open, as he peeked around Shane, who had stopped in his
tracks at the site before him. Shane, for a fraction, looked angry......then
smiled, remembering Adam and Tom knew it was ok for them to come over, and
use the outside stairs and door. Shane reached behind him, and pulled Casey
in, relocking the door.
 "Hey boys! How they hangin'?" Shane blurted out with a big smile, as he
walked up putting a hand-squeeze to Tommy's shoulder, and Tommy, nodding,
just kept on humping, while Adam yelled down into Zach's face, "Suck, you
mother!" Boy, and suck he did.

Chapter 7. A Fuckin' Here...A Suckin' There....

 When Tommy, squealed, and popped his wad, he and Adam swapped, and Adam
pounded Zach's hole, while Tommy got his prick cleaned off in Zach's mouth,
and re-wired for action.
In the meantime, the brother masters were horning up for action, and
stripped. Shane showed Casey how to warm up his pud between Zach's feet. He
picked up his little brother and stood him up, straddling Zach's hips, while
pushing Zach's legs forward. He took Zach's feet and pressed the bottoms
together, rubbing them together, a little to send a little electric charge
through Zach, resulting in a butt squeeze to Adam's pumping prick. Then he
told Casey, "Now grab your meat and put it right in here between his insteps.
Now you can buck forward, or push his feet back and forth, too, over your
jammer." Casey still wasn't sure about this crazy deal Shane dreamed up. Not
until Shane squirted a little vaseline gooey stuff between Zach's feet, and
over Casey's dork. With one big hand, Shane gripped both boy feet together,
with his brother's dick sandwiched between, and Casey went, "Ooooooo-leeeee,
whhowph! Does that ever feel goooood!"
 Shane thumbed up, and said, "Never doubt me Fuckboy, never doubt me." Hmmm.
A small dark bubble formed in the back of Casey's head when he heard his
brother, and master, call him 'Fuckboy'. He hadn't called him that the whole
day. He wondered how long it would be before he'd be naked, on his knees,
serving Shane again. Thankfully, the rising zing in his peter returned his
attention to the current Fuckboy, down there between his feet, taking 3 boys'
dicks at once.
 Adam went into a wild, boy rut, and whined like a hoarse police siren from
deep in his throat, trying to keep it as muffled as possible.
 Casey replaced Adam, followed by Shane, who mercifully plowed Zach much more
lovingly, and gently this time.
 As it got on to 8 PM, Shane called Casey over, and whispered something,
after which Casey all but skipped into the bathroom.
 Shane butt-flexed another 4 wads of teen dream cream up into Zach, and
finished off by clapping the bottom of the boy's feet together, then dropped
them like soggy rags to  bounce on the bed. Casey went over to the dorm-style
microwave Shane had in his room, put something in, and set it on high. The
kids, in various boy slouches, next to, or lying on Zach, the bed, or both,
were all eyes on Casey. Shane got some towels, shaving cream and his razor.
Ahhhh. Smiles all around, followed by hand slaps.
 From the microwave, Casey took a small bowl and a wet face cloth, steaming.
It was very hot, so they waited before Shane took the rag and wiped Zach's
butt crack clean of the 4 boys' jizz, both dried, and still oozing. Zach
cooed from the feeling. Casey, on Shane's nod, squirted some shave cream on
Zach's ass, and Shane spread it evenly and finely, so he could see through it
as he kneeled to floor to be perfectly steady for Zach's butt shaving. When
it was crack time, Casey lay down full length on Zach, and through his legs,
then pulled the kid's cheeks wide open, and Shane shaved out the crack and
their pussy playground area. There were four boy heads hovering over Zach's
bent over bottom, so as not to miss a thing, or hair, as it were.
 That done, Casey produced the plugged in shaver from last night, and went
about shaving Zach's armpits, pubes, cock and balls hairs. Shane laid on some
light film of shave cream over Zach's now bald groin, and just made about 8
firm pulls through the cream, so that any stubble would be shorn, but more so
that the skin there, would be raw.
 Shane noted that Adam and Tom had untied Zach, and that was ok, because he
would need Zach's hands free for the next 'game'. He told Casey to get some
pants on and go down to the wash line outside for a clothespin.
 Meanwhile, Shane went back to the micro, put the wet rag back in for 20
secs, before going into his gym bag, for a tube of cream or something. The
mystery had Tom and Adam just shruggin', and wrinklin' their brows and
noses..... boy body language for: "What the fuck?"
 Casey was back, Shane opened the micro, all the kids moved to stage center,
Zach's tail.
 Shane whispered to Casey to put the clothespin on Zach's nose, but to pull
it off as soon as he said to. Clothespin in place, Zach's mouth opened wide
sucking air in. Shane whispered to Adam that he's to put the boxers in Zach's
mouth on cue. Adam moved into position, taking Zach's underwear off his head,
balling it up, for mouth shoving. Shane took the warm rag and laid it on
Zach's pube area, opening the tube. Tom was to hold Zach's right hand between
the kid's legs, in the air, and the left hand just up where Shane could reach
it. Ughhh! Everybody was gagging when Shane started squeezing from the tube
onto the fingers of both Zach's hands. He took the rag, and moved it to the
boy's butt and balls, covering both. He said, "Ok, now on 3, Adam," and he
pointed to Zach's mouth. Adam nodded. Then he said, "Tom, you...," and he
motioned for Tom to rub Zach's left hand over his pubes area, and cock, that
were just shaved. Tom nodded. Then he told Casey, "When Adam gags him, you
pull the clothespin." Shane looked from kid to kid. They each nodded, and he
counted off, "One-------two-------three!" Everyone moved at once. It was as
good as choreography...Shane's job was to rub a finger of Zach's right  hand
into the boy's own hole, then rub all the fingers around his balls, shaved
butt area, and crack.
 Zach kicked like a crazy man. He was screaming bloody murder, into the
boxers Adam held firmly, as he and Casey sat on Zach's chest and belly. Every
kid in the room had tears welling in his eyes. Zach's hole, cock, balls,
pubes and crack were on fire. They had just swabbed all the shaved and raw
parts on Zach, his pores opened by the warm rag, with extra strength BenGay!
Shane had Zach do it to himself, so none of them had the stink on their
hands. The clothespin was so Zach didn't get an early warning of what was
coming, and thereby weaken the shock effect that Shane wanted to enjoy.
Minutes later, Zach was kicking almost as fiercely as the first moments.
Tears down his eyes were from both the eye sting from the fumes, and the
agony. He was sobbing and trying to cry out at the same time.
 Shane was standing, feet apart, naked, wiping his hands with the rag. His
cock....rock hard against his belly! Pulsing wildly........cumming!
 The phenomenal sensations inside Zach's boypussy, and on his skin, brought
Zach his own first cum since Monday morning. He just shot and shot, 4, 5, 6
blasts, then just gooed all over his belly.
 Adam and Casey had gotten off Zach, to the floor, and they, and Tommy, kept
looking back and forth, from Zach's pulsing cock, to Shane's.
 Breathing in deeply, and exhaling...hands on his naked hips, Shane said,
"Well, Zach, I think you've had enough fun at our expense. Right boys?" Adam,
Casey and Tom chimed in, "Yeah, shit! Party's over fuckhead!" Tom went over
and scooped as much of Zach's sauce off his pubes and belly, and after
ordering him to open up and show his tongue, fed it to him, wiping his palm
over the kid's tongue.
 Shane told the kids to gather up Zach's clothes, wipe themselves with them,
and then told Casey to dump them over the rail onto the driveway. As they
completed their missions: ass-wiping with Zach's shirt, and cock wiping with
his boxers, Casey collected the socks, cargoes, and sneaks with the other
stuff, and walked out on the deck and dropped everything to the drive. Coming
back in he whisked his hands like slapping off dust, as Shane told them, "Ok,
let's get the fucktoy on his feet."
 Adam and Tom yanked Zach by his arms to his feet, unceremoniously. Shane
walked to him, and said, "Let's see if you still know what you are. Tell me!"
 The discomfort from the burning BenGay made every move for Zach a terrible
adventure, but he managed to waddle himself down to his knees, and get into
'fuckboy', after which he said, "I'm your Fuckboy, sir!"
 Excellent, by damn! Excellent! You have no duties with me tomorrow. I'll
call on Friday, or the weekend, if I'll need you in service," Shane said.
 "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
 "Casey, you see Fuckboy, here, in gym tomorrow?"
 Casey answered, "Yes sir. He sucks me off at 10, before class."
 "Here, then, fix him up again after your blowjob," Shane said, handing Casey
the  BenGay. Casey was so excited he almost shot off again! Zach just lowered
his head, in dread.
 "Now get the fuck out, it's 8:30 and you're to be home by 9. Your clothes
are downstairs on the drive. Get down there, get dressed and get
home.....don't wear your sneaks or socks though. Walk home barefoot. You can
beat off all you like. I know you'll want to fantasize about your buddies,
here," Shane said, as he gathered the boys around him, facing Zach, grinning
like loons, like they were having their picture taken.
 Zach struggled up as the kids all snickered at his misfortune, and the
naked, sloppy mess he was. Waddling sort of, the BenGay doing its job with
every step, he disappeared out the screen door, padding, very wobbly, down
the steps to the drive, and his clothes.
Shane and the boys showered in pairs, with Adam and Tommy dressing and
leaving. Shane told Casey he could have tomorrow to himself, and he could
walk to his room, and maybe beat off dreaming of Zach's mouth, and the Ben
Gay in the morning. Casey was all smiles, and giddy, as he left for his room,
almost skipping in his glee.

Well, so what fuckin' happened down at the park, after school? Our last
image, was that of Bart getting butt-kicked down the trail into the park
woods. And, that was how it started. Middle schoolers, Danny, Billy and
Davey, butt-kicked high schooler Bart, every time he slowed down, all the way
to the spot they and the other 5 kids had fed him, the day before. He tripped
here, stumbled there, and then a couple of times, fell down. He was
constantly picking up his dropped sneakers, most of the miserable trek down
that trail, barefoot, socks hanging out of his back pocket. They had made him
strip them off in the bus, while he blowed Billy and Dave.
 As they got to the clearing, the 3 kids came up to Bart, spun him around to
face them, and told him to strip naked. Remember, yesterday, they let him
keep his boxers partly on his legs, after stripping him a little at a time,
and pulled his boxers down below his steely hard cock, as he kneeled eating
Benjy. As it turned out, that's what they sent him home in, for they
confiscated everything else, sneaks and all. Because of the events at Shane's
overnight, everything he was wearing today was Shane's, piss odor and all.
 Bart stripped pretty quickly because they kept poking and kicking at him.
Once he was naked, the boys had Bart play beat off, while Billy pulled a ball
of twine from his pack, and started measuring off lengths. They made Bart
hold his balls, then bend his knees, and stick his tongue out. Billy went
over to a sharp edged rock, and rubbed the twine till he had 3 long pieces
cut. He came back to Dan and Dave, with Bart, now forced to his knees. He
handed an end of one of the strings to Bart. "Here dickface, tie this around
your nuts....not too tight, but make 5 knots." Once Bart completed the duty,
Billy handed him the second, which he tied; then the third, same deal. Even
Dan and Dave didn't know what was on Billy's mind.
 He told Bart to crawl to the middle of the clearing, dragging his nut-ropes
with him. Once Bart was set, Bill told each of the kids to pick a tree, and
sit down against it. Billy did the same. "Now fucktool, you crawl to each of
us, around the circle, and give us one of the string ends. Now be careful, if
your knee lands on the strings, you might yank your nuts off, eh?" They all
snickered.
 Bart came to Bill first. As he handed him the string, Billy tied 5 more
knots on the string at Bart's nuts, and sent him to Dan. Same thing. Then
once more with Davey. Billy told each kid to add 5 more knots to the
balls-end of the twine.
 When Dave nodded he was done to Billy, Billy tugged on his rope end. "Come
to me, cocksucker." Obeying, Bart dropped to all fours, and Billy said, "Jack
it while you crawl, fucker. Beat off." Bart reached between his legs and
pumped his boywick as he crawled to Bill, sort of in a gimpy hand-hop, with
hand down, and one wackin'. The kids were yelping, and clapping in their
delight, at the site. "Let's get my dick out, boy, and get you suckin'."
Without a word, Bart opened the younger boy's pants and lowered his boxers,
revealing his nice 5 inch tool, semi-hard, and randy. Bart got down and ate
the boy's dick, till Billy humped his face, his butt bouncing off the grass,
and pumped a 4-burst to the back of his throat. "Swaller it, you fuck."
 As he rose up, another rope tug, another crawling, hopping beat off, and
another blowjob, for Dan, then Dave.
 As he looked up after eating Dave, Billy told them all to tug at the same
time......slowly Bart was maneuvered to the center of the clearing again.
"Keep pulling...a little tighter...more." As they pulled tighter, the strain
on his nut sack made Bart rise up higher on his knees till he was straight
up, and his hands involuntarily came up in front of his chest....like a
fuckin' squirrel with a nut. All the kids slapped their legs, or pointed and
laughed at Bart.
 Keeping the tension on all the ropes, Billy said, "Beg us, with your paws up
and curled like a little doggie, to let you suck cock again, dickhead."
 "Please, may I suck cock sir....uh....sirs?"
 All the kids said, "Again, fucker! Beg us again," laughing themselves silly.
Again, then again, and yet again. The younger boys were all hysterical. Then
Billy, said, "Wack, and beg us. Comeon, shit for brains! Wack and beg!"
 Bart begged and beat his meat, openly crying now. The kids were crying too,
tears of laughter. "Stand up in a crouch, you dumb bastard. Squeeze your
balls, and beat off...I want to see you shoot your cum, cocksucker...shoot
off."
 Bart stood, and bent his knees, grabbing his balls, and whipping his pud,
and really pounding off, the kids went into  another round of roll
around-on-the-ground, tearful hysterics. Older kid, naked, crying, eyes shut,
head back, and neck jutting up, tied by his balls, humping his hand, jackin'
his meat, begging to suck cock! Fabulous!
They really went out of their minds when his tongue stuck out the corner of
his mouth, his knees bent deeper, and he started to really hunch up into his
hand, flexing his butt-cheeks, and his toes curled under into the grass.
Billy jumped up, ran to him and smacked his hand off his cock. Bart was
shocked---shamed---and pained, and now not able to get his load off, he
collapsed to his knees in tears. More raucous, ground pounding, foot stomping
laughter. Danny was on his back rolling right and left holding his belly,
aching from all the laughter.
Billy went back to his tree in stitches, sat down, and tugged Bart to him,
but there was a new twist this time. "Before you blow me, boy, I want you to
lick my feet, and suck between, and around every toe. Getcher teeth under my
toenails, too. While Bart wrinkled up his nose, and wore a pained expression,
wiping his tears with his hands, he also set about taking Billy's sneaks and
socks off. Billy reached for a camera in his pack. No Polaroid this day. This
time he had a digital camera he could use to download stuff to his computer!
Oh, boy! Is Bart gonna be a porn star, now?
 Billy shoved his bare feet to Bart's face, and said, "Get on with it,
asshole, eat my feet!"
 "Ooooo, Billy, that's fuckin' wicked, dude!" Danny cringed, while taking his
own sneakers off......Davey too, his nose all wrinkled up, added, "Yeh, make
him stick his nose between our toes."
 Bart started to lick the boy's feet, tops, sides, bottoms, and Billy was
moving them around so as to get Bart to lick where he wanted him to. At one
point, he pressed the outside edges against each other, the feet in a 'V' in
front of Bart's mouth, and under his chin, to have him lick right up, from
the heels of both, to the toes. Finally, he got Bart down on his belly, big
toes and 2d toes, from each foot in his mouth, which was open enough to show
his tongue moving over them. The remaining 3 toes framed his mouth, pressing
against his cheeks, and ovalling his mouth. He had Bart into his crotch,
since his knees were bent, feet pulled in to his thighs. This way, Bart could
reach up and jack Billy's cock, while he sucked his toes. Billy was firing on
all cylinders as his horny dick went over the edge. With drool oozing out
over his toes from Bart's mouth, Bill started snapping pics as he shot his
first wad into the air......taking 5 in all. The shots framed Bart's face,
mouth, tongue, drool, and cum-covered hand, along with Billy's shooting,
bulbous, beet red dickhead, his legs, feet and toes.
 It looked so hot in the buildup, that Danny and Dave came over to watch from
alongside Billy. "Sheeeeee-itttttt! That's fuck-in' hot, man! I gotta do
sumpin' like that with him," Danny said.
 The others returned to their tree sits, and Dan next pulled Bart's
nut-string, as Bart was finishing tonguing the cum off Billy's cock and
pubes, trailing a long string of sperm-goo from his lips, as he crawled.
 Bart, mechanically, turned to follow the tugging string to Danny's spot.
Danny was eager to be serviced, and had stripped by the time Bart crawled up.
He balled up his clothes with his backpack for a pillow, and put his feet on
Bart's naked shoulders....."Eat butthole, man. Fuckin' EAT IT!" As Bart set
to tonguing boy pussy, Danny called Billy over to shoot some snaps of Bart's
face and tongue workin' his hole. As Bart got deep into it, Danny told him to
wack him....which he did, taking hold of Dan's meat, and pumping. Billy
clicked off a shot then, and waited for the cum shot. "Oh, God! God! This
feels so good. Feelsogoooood!! Eat me out you mother...eat meeeeee!!!" Click!
Click! The camera shot off, at Billy's hand, as spurt after spurt of Dan-jam
shot off. With his cum finally ebbing, Danny lowered himself from Bart's
shoulders and snapping his fingers, pointed to his goo all over his neck and
chest for Bart to clean off. Danny said, "I don't know about this,
man....but, when his tongue licks me while he's gettin' my cum, it feels
great!"
 Hmmmm. What's that all about?
 A tug from Dave's string, and Bart, with his tongue trailing off Dan's
prick, crawled to Dave's tree. Davey had set himself up much like Dan had,
and was naked in wait for Bart.
Billy moved over to him with the camera. Dave pulled his feet up right into
his crotch, and was holding them up on his heels with his hands. He said,
"Awright, cocksucker, here's the deal. Get on yer belly, nose into, between,
and under my toes. Goooo-ood. Now  lick my toes while I'm talking, and look
at me, too....I want to see your eyes while you're chew-suckin'." Bart did as
he was told. After a few minutes, Davey said, "Now let's get my dick, and my
two big toes in that cocksucker mouth of yours."
Dan went, "Sheeeeeesh....that's beautiful.....look at him tongue swish on
your toes and dick together.....god, I gotta wack, I can't stand this!"
 "Keep your eyes on me, I said, you fucker!" Davey yelled. "Ooooh, yeh, I
love when he looks at me while he's suckin' dick."
 Billy positioned to get a shot with the camera, then waited for the cum
shot. Boy! He sure didn't have to wait long. Davey gushed a humongus load
right into Bart's mouth and with his mouth wide open, it all started oozing
back out over Davey's dick and toes..... click.... click! "Uh --uhm --oh
--awmuhm --unghhhhh," Davey grunted as his load spewed into, and back out of
Bart's licking, sucking pretty boy mouth. They could hear his spit-
schlikling: "Gluck----Slurkk----Guluphggg!" and Bart was looking straight
into the camera and Dave's eyes the whole time. Beautiful!
 Once Dave recovered, and Bart had licked all the jizz from his dick, toes
and pubes, he shoved Bart over on his back, and climbed on his chest and sat,
rubbing his spent, wet dick on his chin. He motioned for Billy and Dan to
join him. As they knelt down, Dave pulled Bart's head up by his hair, and had
them prop their knees, so that Bart's head was resting on both of them, to
the sides of his head. All three of their dicks could rub some part of his
head and face. It started out mildly, with the kids just doing a
rub-a-face-rub, on Bart. Then they started alternately shoving their newly
steeled dicks into his mouth. Pull Bart's head, shove in a dick, pull another
way, another dick. Bart started crying from the incessant abuse they were
putting his head through. 'Round and 'round, up, back, over and over, dick
after dick after dick.....ohhhhh, my, for a full five minutes......then one
after the other, the kids face-fucked him to a cum, then pulled out, letting
the residual drooze into his hair, over his ears, cheeks and neck.
 "Oh, boy! Damn good. Ummmmm. Nothin' like havin' your own cocksucker, man! I
sure do love fuckin' this kid's face," were the varied voices of satisfied,
cummed out kids. Their pleasure was always magnified, when they thought about
it, by the fact that they had taken control of an older kid.
 "Well, hate to jack and run, cumface, but I gotta go," Billy said to Bart,
giving him a hearty slap to his chest; hearty, I'll say...the kid bounced.
The other two guys smirked, with each taking grazing tap shots at Bart's
head, as they got up, shaking their dicks...
and, I might add, rubbing 'em up a bit, too. Davey, stood over Bart, then
rubbed his foot all over Bart's face, pushing it this way, then that.
 Soon, they were all pulling their clothes on, while Bart just lay in the
middle of the clearing, still on his back....legs spread, and arms stretched
straight out, flat on the ground, palms up. His breaths were back to normal,
and you could see his well-defined chest raise and lower with each.
 Billy tied his end of the twine to the tree where he sat. He made 20 very
tight knots in it. Bart would be a very long time trying to cut, snap the
tough twine, or untie it. Oh, and then he'd have a chore either untying all
the knots around his nuts, or just taking the twine home, rolled up, but
still tied to his nuts.
 The kids, Dave and Bill, were ready to go, and Dan just said, "You guys go
on, I'm not ready yet."
 " 'kay, dude, see ya in the morning," Billy called as he and Dave set out up
the trail.
Dan just watched them go for a few seconds, then just lay back half-dressed
in his boxers, shirt, and a sock. He was staring at Bart. Hot, naked kid,
still tied at least to one tree. Bart, no fool, was squinting back, through
slits in near-closed eyes. The longer Dan stared, the more beads of sweat
were redeveloping all over Bart's spent, young body.
 "Ohhhhhh! God, nooooo!" Bart thought, as he watched Danny finally get up,
dropping his other sock, dragging the string at his spot, around the tree. He
tied it. Then he sort of, strutted toward Bart, comically, with only one
sock....but Bart knew there wasn't gonna be anything funny in this for him!
 He sauntered over, then stood over Bart's face from above his head...."Open
up, cocksucker!" he ordered Bart, as he dropped his boxers and stepped out of
them, kicking them aside. Obeying, Bart opened his mouth, and as he said,
"Drink, asshole! Drink my piss!" Dan started a powerful piss stream, that
first splattered on Bart's forehead, then tracked down his nose to his open
mouth. Shit, we have terrible aim don't we? The fuckin' cunt are right.
 Danny was nearly floored when Bart not only took his piss, but took it all!
Well, there was really spray everywhere, splashing off his face, to most of
his body and hair. After the training he got at Shane's yesterday, he was a
fuckin' expert now. Dan squatted over his head, balls in his eyes, and let
him lick the dogwater off his peter....then said, "Get goin' boy. Make me
hard. We got some funnin' to do yet."
 Bart bent his head back for a better angle, and Danny just let him tongue it
up hard.
 Satisfied, Dan just pushed Bart's shoulders, and turned him around, while he
was still on his back. Bart knew now, all he feared would be reality in
moments. Dan pushed Bart over on his belly, gripping his own steely hard
dick. He pushed Bart's legs apart, knee waddled up to his butt, and plied
those bubble boy-butt cheeks, like they were bread dough. If Danny could
possibly get harder....he did. He really liked feeling that prize butt.....a
lot! He stuck his finger in his mouth and slithered it through Bart's boy
crease. Pretty soon the side of his hand rubbed through, and up and down
Bart's crack. Bart moaned, disgraced at his pleasure, and hunched his naked
dick into the grass beneath him... moaning deeper. After extended butt play,
he searched for his target.....soon he pressed, and Bart moaned....then
groaned, and then wailed as Danny fingered his, so sore, pussy. If pain was
sound, Bart's raw, and so fucked asshole, felt like fingernails on a
chalkboard. A second finger wormed inside... Where the fuck did this young
kid learn about all this? Dan's dick was leaking like a faucet. It was hard
as corrugated steel! Gritting his teeth, while tightening his lips, with a
grimace of determination......Danny slid his boy rod home to glory.
 "Awwww, ungh, hu, hu, ohhhh, ernghhh," groaned Bart, doubly pained inside
his raw fuckhole, "pleeeease.....noooooooo, donnnn't do thissssss," he cried,
and cried, into the ground.
 "Ahhhhhh, fuckin' beautiful. My cock feels soooo good....my dick's never
felt so good, fucker boy....never felt so good. Fuck for me pussyhole! Fuck
for me!" Danny crooned to Bart as he started to plow his first ever pussy. It
felt so smoothe, so gooey, did that velvet boycunt. His 5" pud took its toll
on Bart's buzzer, and Bart started to hump back against Danny, to Dan's
surprise. At one point, he stopped pumping, and Bart was fucking up onto his
cock. Danny got so excited he started to fuck the kid's brains out...he was
in such a frenzy.... humped and pumped, and banged the kid's belly into the
ground. The pounding and grinding against Bart's cock was bringing him close
to the edge. Danny pulled Bart up to his knees and hands, against his chest.
He reached under, gripping Bart's dick.....pumping. Danny could hear Bart
grunting, then the long low moan as the kid shot off into the grass. The
squeezing, gripping, pulsing of Bart's boyhole on Danny's prick, as he
cummed, literally sucked the cum out of Dan, who frenetically short-stroked,
and spasmed, wailing as he cummed, from deep inside his throat. He pushed
Bart down again, full weight on top of him, and hunched, and hunched against
the boy's young body.....over and over. He laid his head down against Bart's,
and leaned in to nuzzle the kid's ear, and neck, and licking, and licking!
Then he pushed Bart's face to him and kissed him square on the
lips.....tonguing into the boy's mouth....for long moments. Dan's final
spasms were not lost on Bart's hole, and he humped the ground squeezing his
pussy over Danny's dick one last time. This might have been the first time
Bart came close to boy love.
 Without a word, Dan raised his head up, leaned to the boy's neck, kissed,
then licked up into the short hairs there.....he slipped out of Bart, turned
him completely over to his back. He sat on Bart's chest and looking into
Bart's doe eyes, he fed him his cum-slick cock to clean off with his tongue.
Tongued off, Dan smacked Bart's shoulder, stood, and scoured the clearing,
picking up discarded boxers here, shirt there...his other sock, shorts and
sneaks. Hopping from foot to foot, Dan socked and sneakered himself, dressed
and started up the trail still tugging his shirt on over his head. As he
walked, he looked back, once, then twice, licking his lips, his own piss, and
spit, from Bart's mouth was there. He dug his hands deep into his pockets as
he shuffled up the trail. His mind was whirling. He liked fucking the kid all
right, but he really liked that kid, or was it.....? Forgetting....or just
fiendishly....he left the second string tied to the tree. This meant Bart
couldn't free himself by untying the twine at Billy's tree. The 2d tree kept
Bart from reaching any tree....without pulling his balls off. As tears welled
in his eyes, he stood naked, holding the twine tying him to the distant
trees, opposite each other. He saw Dan turn up the trail and disappear. He
gripped a few rounds of twine around both hands, and yanked, cutting into his
hands. No give. Again. No dice. Frustrated, he sat back down, and began the
straining, difficult task of untying the 30 tiny knots in the twine, around
his balls. It figured to be a long late afternoon....into darkness. In spite
of the mess he was in, he actually started to break out in a sweat, again, as
he remembered he'd cum earlier, without Shane's permission.

Friday morning. All the kids were thinking about what a week this had been,
as they headed for school.
 Zach purposely sought out his next door neighbor, and friend, Stevie, when
he got on the bus.
"Stevie, can I come over tomorrow? I got some real deep stuff to tell you. I
think I really need somebody to talk to," Zach said.
 Stevie, real concerned, turned to face him straight on, with a hand to his
outer shoulder, pulling Zach around in the seat. "What is it, buddy? You know
we've always been able to help each other."
 "Thanks, Stevie," Zach said, tears welling in his eyes. He wiped his eyes
against his sleeves, and turned forward, sitting back in his seat.
 Steve said, "Geez, what is it?
 Zach just shook his head. "Not now, Stevie....not here," his eyes closed...a
tear ran down his cheek. Steve stared for a long moment, then sat back, and
looked out the window.... thinking, "Boy, this must be something."
 He didn't know the fuckin' half of it!
 Later, in the locker room at Middle School, Zach sullenly padded, naked, to
the toilet. He knocked softly, and Casey flipped the latch, pulled his ass
inside, and reached behind him, relocking the door. Casey held the BenGay
out, opened....Zach put his finger out. Casey squeezed a dollop onto it,
grinned at him wickedly, with all teeth, and said, "Stick it up, Fuckboy."
 Wincing and crying, Zach stuck his finger into his hole......his ass had
barely recovered from last night's BenGay swabbing, his toes splayed and came
up off the floor. Casey whirled his hand around in a circle, pointing at his
dick, indicating Zach was to take more BenGay and swab his cock, balls and
pubes. Tears blurring his eyes, Casey guided him to his knees on the toilet se
at....feeding him his cock. Zach sucked off his master, while the BenGay did
its dirty deed to his privates.
Casey reached peak quickly, and grabbed Zach's head,  sinking his cock into
Zach's throat, and shot his load. Zach was gagging, starting to flail wildly,
but not a sound was heard, till Casey pulled out with a "Thwueeezykk!" Zach
coughed and spluttered and sprayed from his mouth. The fumes from the BenGay
were tearing Casey up, too. He clammered out of there, fast as he
could....slamming Zach's naked ass into the wall as he bugged out to gym,
after storing the tube of BenGay in his locker.
 Zach waddled out, back to his locker to dress for gym, trying to keep his
butt cheeks, impossibly, from rubbing against each other.
 Over at the high school, Bart was heading for the locker room......Colin,
Shane, and the others, would be waiting.
 Bart sluffed into the lockerroom. The din was normal. Yelps, slamming metal
doors, hollering, a few 'eat shits' and 'fuck you's', as he trudged,
solemnly, toward his locker bank.
 As he got to the row, all the usual suspects were there, jabbering,
stripping, dressing, and what not. No one appeared to even notice the poor
fuckin' soul as he made his way down the bench, and spun his combination.
Stripping quickly, he made his way back out to Shane's locker row, around the
corner. "No good, Fuckboy. You turd! You got stubble.... fuckin' ever'where!
You can figure on a busy ride home with me this afternoon. Getchur fuckin'
stubble ass to gym."
 Shattered, trembling, his bottom lip quivering, a sullen Bart nodded, and
turned to get back to his locker. Head down, he dragged his naked, quivering
body 'round the locker row. As he started to turn into his own row, he saw
several pairs of sneakered feet lined up in front of the bench. He stopped
short, looking up, sitting there, were five boys, their shining faces leering
at him. Gym shorts and jocks at their knees, cocks standing straight up,
right down the bench. The first kid, none other than Colin, grabbed his
wrist, yanking hard, and Bart partly bent down, and partly fell down, to his
knees, between Colin's legs, the sitting boys all snickering.
 As Bart looked back up, Colin's beer can cock was at attention in front of
him, a bubble of boy ooze topping the head. Colin sneered, "See anything you
like, cocksucker!"

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