Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 19:57:22 -0600
From: Jarrod x <jarrod115@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jarrod  Chapter 10

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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
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SEE NOTE AT END HERALDING A NEW AUTHORITARIAN SPIN-OFF.


JARROD:  CHAPTER 10. JARROD'S BIRTHDAY

.....Yea, we were there, all of us, watching Jarrod and Kyle suck themselves
wild, under the covers in Jarrod's bed, the night of the Rub-a-dub-fuck with
Kipper. See I knew you'd remember.

The first sleepover for the boys since their sexual awakening, 6 days ago,
was already setting a raucously orgasmic pace. Kyle already had been banged
to smithereens once, sandwiched around two '69's, leading to one mutual load
blowing of the boys. In near full recovery, Jarrod rose up out of their
fetal-ball 69, and threw off the covers.

"How 'bout I get us some cokes and chips and shit for snacks?" Jarrod asked.

"Uh, yeh, uh," Kyle said, from under his end off the bedclothes, as he threw
them off him.

And Jarrod was in his shorts and out the door. Moments later, our pretty boy
buzz cut was back with 4 cokes under his arms, freezing his sides, and two
bags, chips, and pretzels. Two sodas, 50 burps, and a thousand crumbs on the
spread later, Jarrod, laying at the foot of the bed, head on his
elbow-propped hand, looked at his bud's face.

Kyle, propped on Jar's pillows, his feet diddling Jar's nuts through his
shorts, said, "ZZ door locked?"

Jarrod popped up, back flipped over the bedstead, and bounded to the latch
and flipped it. "'Tis now, my man, so what's the big secret?"

"Jar, we're in here for the night. Me sleeping over and all. And..."

"Hey, dickhead, we've had our tongues and cocks up inside each other for a
fuckin' week and you can't talk straight? Spit it out!" Jarrod chirped
impatiently, hands on bare hips.

"Well, ok, but, uh, I...would like that you fuck me," Kyle said.

"Duh. I was gonna do that anyway, dick!" Jarrod pounced.

"No," Kyle said, "I mean, ALL night. Jarrod, I want you to fuck me all
night, till either we pass out, or it's breakfast time, and breakfast will
be your cock for me."

His heart pounding faster with each word from Kyle, Jarrod was so excited,
he jumped practically from where he was standing, into Kyle's naked crotch.

"God yes, Ky, I'll fuck you to the moon!" Jarrod's muffled squeal came from
under his buddy's nuts.

"Okay, whew, I am so exhausted from being excited, let's set some rules
then," Jarrod said.

"Fuck rules. Just bang me, boy! And let's get to it!" Kyle demanded.

Jarrod said, "okay, up!" And yanked at the spread, pulling Kyle part way
with it. Kyle jumped off and Jarrod took the spread to the window, shook it
out, closed the window, and laid the spread back on the bed.

Jarrod dropped his 'went to get the snacks' shorts, and climbed back on the
bed, resting his head on his pillows, motioning for Kyle to climb aboard.
Kyle sat straddled on Jar's thighs. Jarrod stuck 2 fingers into Kyle's poop
chute, and wiggled them around, drawing a grateful moan from his fuck toy.
He pulled out his fingers and wrapped them around his own prong, goooing it
up with his own spent spooge, from their earlier boy banging.

Ready now, Jarrod pulled his steel-hard rod down from against his pretty,
flat belly, and pressed it toward Kyle's winker. Kyle eased up and forward
for the inevitable docking. Oh, how good that pussy hole felt to Jarrod, as
he plowed all the way through. And now, Kyle rested in his bud's pubes,
raring' for action.

You could see it in his eyes, wild and darting, mouth open, bottom lip
pulled over his teeth, tongue tip against his upper lip, butt wigglin' all
around. Jarrod reached for the Vaseline and smoothed a dollop under Kyle's
butt, on his own belly, thighs and pubes.

Kyle was confused, but too randy to care. Jarrod pulled Ky's hands forward,
and under the boy's legs, locking them in the crotch of his knees. This put
Kyle in a semi-precarious, unbalanced position. He was rooted on Jarrod's
prong, but was teetering on his butt without his feet or hands to balance
him. Jarrod smiled a broad, but kind-of wicked smile.

Kyle figured a-fuckin' was-a-comin', but he couldn't figure out how...so he
just hung onto his legs, up in the air such as they were. Jarrod put his
hands on both Kyle's hips. First he turned him left, then right, and stop.
Looking into Ky's face, and very pleased with himself, he rotated Ky once
more, both ways, in a wider turn.

"Hang on you fucker!" Jarrod yelled, and he whipped Kyle around a whole
turn! 360 degrees! Kyle whirled around on Jarrod's greased pubes and pud.
With a pucker and an air kiss, Jarrod started Kyle on a whirlwind tour of
his boy pole.

"Wheeeeee!" He squealed at his buddy, as Kyle spun around as fast as Jarrod
could spin him. Jarrod was getting so hot from the unique spin-wackin' his
cock was taking. His heart was pounding out of his chest, as he started to
hump up into his buddy, who was in full centrifugal flight. Up and in, and
rest, up, and down, hump and fuck, and pound and round, and cock and fuck,
and Jarrod was out of his mind!

And Kyle, started kicking his toes-curled feet, alternately up and down, as
Jarrod whipped him around, now so easily, by just pulling whatever part of
Kyle stuck out at him as he went around. Oh my god, it was beautiful!
Whirling boy fuck! 'Round and 'round Kyle spun, bounce fucking on his
buddy's cock with such abandon.

Both their tongues were hanging, drooling spit, with Jarrod's head whippin'
side-to-side on the pillow, while Kyle's hair bounced up and down above his
head. Drool was cascading down his lips, chin, chest, and belly. Kyle
couldn't stand it anymore...his pleasure was beyond description! He held
both his legs in the crook of one elbow, and started pumping his boy pud
with blinding speed.

Oh, what a fuckin' whip off. He pounded off, to his own shrill screams of
delirium. His cum sprayed everywhere, literally everywhere. Jarrod kept
whirling the little bastard while he shot off, and kept pumping his own pud
into him, finally getting off, with the pulsing of Ky's butt hole bringing
his cock over the edge.

"Ahhhhhhheeeeeohh, ungh uh, oh, god, oh! Fuck you, Kyle, you fuck! Fuck
you!" Hollered Jarrod, teeth clenched in the throes of his gut wrenching
goop-off.

Jarrod said, "Remember when we read about that 'Whirlaway' the
racehorse?.......Well, you're 'Whirlaboy, the Fuck hound'!"

As Kyle half-smiled, he fell over onto Jarrod, and just burst out crying,
with gut sobs of absolute joy. Whether it was the dizziness or what, he'd
just had the best fuck of his 6-day sex-life, and he loved his Jarrod buddy
so much for fucking him so good.

"Oh, so good. So good. Oh, so goooood!" Kyle moaned into Jarrod's neck and
shoulder.

They fell silent, for long moments. At last, Jarrod stirred, and licked down
the bottoms of Kyle's feet, as he raised himself up, rousing Kyle at the
same time, with the tickling sensitivity of the foot licking. Looking down
at Kyle, who turned his face up to him, he reached out a hand, yanking the
boy up to his arms.

Kyle started to speak...but Jarrod just shook his head, put his finger on
the kid's lips, "No talking," he said, and they both recalled their original
play rules set in Jarrod's basement, those 6 long days ago.

Then he kissed Kyle, and lifting the covers, Kyle rolled over, then slid
under. Jarrod crawled in next to Kyle, then pulled him over on top. In just
a tiniest whisper, he said to Kyle, "Say it, Ky, say it."

"Oh Jarrod, I just want to rub you with me, my naked, boy body, just rub,
and...Naked and feel you...feel me, oh Jar.....I'm so naked, and
you....you're naked, and I'm....."

"That's my buddy. I love when you do your naked with me," Jarrod said,
rolling his buddy off him and onto his belly. Fingering Kyle's pussy, Jarrod
rolled onto, and into his cute young friend, once more.

The rhythmic pumping of boypud into boy bud commenced. How Jarrod loved his
new fucktoy! And his fucktoy had given himself up to him. Jarrod took his
buddy again, and again, that night, and .....again.

When they woke, Kyle found that Jarrod had fallen asleep, and out of him
sometime in the early morning. Kyle smiled his kiddy-boy smile into Jar's
face, and the little fucker kicked off the covers, threw his legs in the
air, and pulled Jarrod's boy steel for one more romp. Fully awake now,
Jarrod squirreled into place and plunged into his fuck buddy for yet another
trip to ecstasy.

As the last of Jar's load oozed into Ky's love channel, he laid down to his
mouth, sucking Ky's tongue out, and his breath with it. Pulling apart,
Jarrod sat up on Ky's chest and let Kyle get the breakfast he asked for last
night. Beautiful Kyle sucked his bud clean, then continued to suck and suck
and suck till Jarrod pumped yet another load into Kyle's mouth.

Kyle wanted the love of his best friend and he wanted all he could get. He
looked up, doe-eyed into Jar's eyes, with a "Thank you," in them. What a
love they had! What a love!

Jarrod said, "Oh god, Kyle, I love it when look up into my eyes with your
lips puckered over my cockslab.....Oh, boy, do it, do it, look up, baby, oh
look at me when you eat me, look at meeeee, eat meeeee!!"

At the breakfast table, Jarrod and his mom filled Kyle in on the party
invites, which had been mailed out the day before. She said, "Now make sure
to send back your flag tail honey, so you'll be registered for the football
game."

"Yes, ma'am," Kyle said, most respectfully, while sticking his bare toes
into Jarrod's shorts under the table. Fuckin' kid was insatiable! How
quickly, the month passed to Jarrod's 14th birthday party. 20 boys were
expected, and had returned their 'tails'. Posted on a board, in the middle
of the backyard, were all the returned envelopes, with each boy's name
printed, and their flag tail hanging out.

Well, all except one. The name was "Kyle", and the flag tail stood erect out
of the envelope. As the kids started to show up, Jarrod grabbed Kyle, and
said, "You know my mom thinks that your mom washed and starched your flag!
Did she?"

"You dick," Kyle said, "I whacked three times on it, dried it and stuck it
back in the mailer."

"Ahhhhh! You're fuckin' nuts!" Jarrod bellowed. "Now get this, any kid who
grabs my flag while I'm hightailing it for TD in the game, is touching my
jizzy goo, ain't it great?" Kyle said.

Jarrod and Kyle locked arms around shoulders as they went to join their
mates to get the festivities under way. Just then, Casey and Zach were
coming up to them with their gear stowed under their arms. Sleeping bags and
backpacks and junk. Jarrod had set up for 4 boys to have a sleepover: Kyle
and Kip had long been set, and Casey and Zach were the last two. Kyle
offered to show them to the teepee that was set up in the back corner of the
yard, where they were to sleep that night. The kids stowed their stuff to
the left, and back of the tent. As they turned to go back out and join the
others, Kyle said, "Oh, go on ahead, I gotta get something from my pack."

After the kids disappeared out the flap, Kyle whipped the 'Manplay' magazine
out of his gear, and put it in a corner of Zach's sleeping bag roll, such
that it would fall out on the ground in plain sight, opened to the 2-page
spread of the cover model getting his brains fucked out, as soon as he
touched the bag. And it would fall out right in front of where Casey would
be setting up his bag. Kyle......you fucker!

The scene in the yard was already bedlam. Kids all over the place, running,
tackling each other, wrestling, and throwing a football around. Jarrod's
parents had set up all the snacks, cookout, drinks, and ice cream, all
topped off with a big birthday cake for Jarrod. They had agreed to set it
all up for him and just leave it. The kids would eat what they want, when
they want, and that's that. Hard to believe, but it did work out. The
requisite food fight broke out, but nothing big; just a few kids ended up
wearing lunch and whipped cream.

Jarrod set up Casey for the biggest food dump. He got dowsed with copious
soda, sprayed with seltzer, and then was face-plastered with a plate of ice
cream and cake with whipped cream. This happened just as Zach was losing a
truth or dare game, and Kyle made the dare that he had to eat the food off
Casey. Then Jarrod started a chant with the other kids, as Zach bent down to
eat the food off Casey's face....."Eat it! Eat it! Eat him!" They were all
yelling.

Zach was crimson with embarrassment from both what he had to do and that the
kids were hollering, "Eat it!!" At him. Kyle sneaked up behind him and
booted Zach right on top of Casey, and his lips went right into the cake on
the kid's mouth.

"Ayyyyyyy. Do it, Zach. Suck it off him. Eat it, boy! Eat your buddy clean!"
Everybody was cheering, clapping and yelling. Then, from in the middle of
the melee, a voice that sounded an awful lot like Jarrod's, yelled, "Pants
him! Pants him!"

The kids nearest, on their knees in a circle around Casey and Zach, picked
up on the call, and in an instant, seemingly without a thought, Zach's
pants, sneaks, socks and shirt were gone and a massive game of 'keep away'
ensued, as Zach chased his clothes all around the yard in his underwear,
finally falling exhausted to his knees, to the taunts of all his mates.

Each kid with one of his items snapped it at him, and he was always too late
on the grab for each. Soon, there was the call for the football game. Sides
were chosen. Zach got his clothes back. The kids played for almost 2 hours,
and after a total of 16 touchdowns, the kids fell to the ground exhausted.
Kyle's team beat Jarrod's team, 54-42. Jarrod and Kyle carried a tub of
sodas all around the yard for the kids to grab a drink, and then they
plopped themselves down.

Little by little, each kid got up and made one more round at the food
tables, and then made his final 'Happy Birthday" to Jarrod, fived and left.
It sure was a great time, and Jarrod was officially fourteen. It was still
twilight, and Kyle was making the teepee ready for him, Kip and Jarrod,
laying out the sleeping bags, and setting up the lantern, and of course,
moving more snacks in than would be needed to feed an army.

Casey's gear was a shambles, since after the food fight, he had to come in
and grab a change of clothes, and dump his 'caked' and 'soda'd' clothes. The
boys all helped clean up the yard and brought stuff into the house. Finally,
mission accomplished, it was fun time at the teepee. They all barreled in
and flopped on the ground resting on the gear as pillows.

Kyle and Jarrod already were barefoot and shirtless. The others followed
suit and jabbered for hours about the party, the game, food fight, and
whatnot. Kyle was the quietest. He stared at cutie boy Casey, 5'4", 13,
golden blond, floppy hair, trim build, piercing blue eyes. Absently rubbing
himself, Kyle's eyes went to Zach, a 14-year-old, jet-black hair and eyes,
and where Casey was about 120 lbs, Zach weighed a bit more, say 130-135.

Both kids had firm builds, and were good at all sports. Finally, snacked and
talked out, the kids started to bed down. Everybody got down to his
underwear, stretching out on his bag. They left the lantern lit for the
night in case anyone had to go water the plants later.

When Kyle had set the bags up earlier, he had laid theirs in a triangle, so
each of them could play a little whip-a-dick with the others, without being
seen. Also a handy setup for some serious cock eating, too. But the main
attraction was gonna be at the other two boys' station.... when that
magazine bared it's wily message to our new visiting horny toads, Casey and
Zach.

Casey moved his bag around, and Zach did the same with his. Then, Jarrod
perked his head up, as he heard a little shuffling, scrambling and
whispering over at the other kids' spot. The magazine fell out on the
ground, as planned, and Casey saw it, grabbed it and pointed and looked at
Zach. Zach was in disbelief!

He, of course had never seen it before, but Casey was sure it was Zach's,
and more, Casey figured Zach wanted to 'open up' to Casey with some boy
play. The soap opera played out better than Kyle could have scripted. Casey
wanted to play! So did Zach! Casey didn't care where the mag came from, but
how were they gonna play in a crowd, in this teepee?

He put his finger to his lips and made like he was going to sleep. Zach
followed his lead. Kyle did the same. Jarrod and Kip had already drifted
off, because Kyle hadn't told them about the boy sex trap. Ears primed, Kyle
listened for any action, and finally, he looked up to see Casey's butt
disappearing under the back of the teepee, and Zach was crawling out behind
him.

After a little while, Kyle creped over to the point where they lifted the
bottom of the teepee up, and did the same. Zach and Casey were mauling each
other, hugging and kissing, accompanied by low moaning. Their hands had
slipped into each other's shorts. Casey was on top, and he was hunching on
his pal! Kyle was humping the grass in near shock at how well his little
plan had turned out.

Casey rose and sat on Zach's chest, pulling his dick from the leg hole, he
fed himself to Zach. Zach literally snatched Casey's dick! He really wanted
it bad! Oh, hunch, and hump, and Zach squeezed Casey's butt cheeks, and
pulled him into his mouth, more and deeper, and Casey fell forward over
Zach's head, onto his palms, pumping those little cheeks like mad, moaning
from deep inside him.....he was cumming.

By damn, he was cumming....in Zach's mouth....cumming!!! Kyle wanted to jump
up and cheer! Meanwhile, back in the teepee, behind him, Kip and Jarrod had
awakened and they caught site of Kyle's feet pounding the ground. Somethin'
was up!

Pulling up, Jarrod alerted Kip, and nodded over toward Kyle. They both
looked at each other, then scrambled over to where Kyle was. Kyle's head was
still poking out the bottom of the teepee, and he was grinding his dick into
the ground, as Kip and Jarrod crawled up along either side of him, slowly,
so as not to spook him. Kyle felt them next to him, and turned back inside
the teepee, and putting his finger to his lips, he raised the teepee bottom
again, high enough for all three boys' heads to settle under.

Kip and Jarrod sucked in a breath when they saw Casey, sitting on Zach's
chest, smacking his lips with his still-hard dick. Kyle leaned over and
whispered into each buddy's ear, "Casey pumped a wad into Zach's mouth,
already. This is round 2."

Jarrod and Kip were wide-eyed....and fuckin' Jarrod, that horny little dude,
wanted to jump on top of both them! Kyle, well aware, by now, of Jarrod's
instincts, had his hand at the back of Jar's neck, to show a bit of control.
"You want it again, don't you Zach?"

Casey said, continuing to beat his meat on Zach's lips, "Phuk! Phuk! Phuk!"
Then the sound changed to, "Phik." The peepers changed position a bit to get
a better view. The sound change came from Zach's tongue getting the beating
instead of his lips. He was going for it again! He was gonna eat his bud
again!

Now all three peeping Toms are humping as Casey started to ruff it up a bit.
He jammed his cock hard into Zach's mouth, saying, "Take it, cocksucker!
Take it! Your gonna eat my pud whenever I want you to, and you're gonna beg
me for it. Right?"

"Oh, yahggh," Zach gagged over Casey's dick, in response.

The peekers were wild-eyed in disbelief. Casey was taking control of Zach.
He was fuckin' owning him! Wow! "Unngnghhhhhhh!" Casey shot his second load
onto Zach's mouth. The slurpie gurgling was unmistakably, Zach swallowing
his pal's jam.

As Casey slowly regained control, he looked at Zach, and said. "Here's what
we'll do. I'll take the magazine home with me so I can check out all this
fun stuff. Then, we'll start getting together each day, for me to do the
stuff to you. Get it?" Casey asked, not really caring if Zach answered or
not.

But Zach did answer, in a very telling way, "Sure, Case, whatever you want."

"Okay, now look. We're going back inside now. We'll set the sleeping bags up
together, so you can take care of my dick the rest of the night, without the
other's ketchin' on."

Zach just nodded, as Kip, Kyle and Jarrod did a silent, speedy, reverse
slither back inside and dove onto their bags. Now they were going to have a
suck-around-cum of their own, but they wanted to watch Casey and Zach settle
in and start rounds 3 to 50, before they got down to their own fun.

Each kid was lost in his own thoughts. Kip wondered if he'd be able to keep
Casey's and Zach's secret, and sure hoped he could. Kyle wondered if the
five of them would ever have a chance for group 'games'. Jarrod just wanted
to fuck Zach's brains out!

Casey and Zach stealthily creped back in through the front of the tent. As
Casey stood, Zach set about moving the bags around to suit Casey, who then
laid down, pushed his underwear to his knees, unzipped the flap, and rolled
in. Then he motioned for Zach get down on his own bag, and pull the flap
over, so his activities would be hidden.

Casey lifted Zach's flap, and had Zach scootch over till his face was in
Casey's crotch. The bags were now, quasi-perpendicular, the head of Zach's
making a 'T' right where Casey's randy dick was. When the 3 peekers heard
the first lick, slurp, they quietly got down to their own circle suck, for
the night. Kip ate Kyle, who ate Jarrod, who ate Kip.

Kip fell asleep just after Kyle's second load. Jarrod and Kyle, while
enjoying the dick at hand, were both listening, amazedly, at the goings on
from the Casey 'suck-zone`? "You want to suck that dick, don't you boy?"
Casey would say, followed by an assenting grunt from Zach's full mouth.

"You're gonna do anything I want, right?" Another grunt.

"I'm gonna have you do everything in this magazine for me, yes?" Casey
droned on, in his hoarse whisper.

Zach just sounded a positive, "Hmmuhmmm."

Casey didn't wait for the next day, in the light from the lantern, he was
engrossed in the positions and activities in the magazine. He was already
planning Zach's new 'life with boy dick'.

Jarrod and Kyle stared into each others eyes, in a kind of fearful look,
that they were in the presence of one of their friends literally taking
control of another boy. Jarrod was near shock. Kyle was feeling the guilt of
having set this whole thing up. Jarrod and Kyle took three loads each from
each dick they serviced and fell asleep, to the tune of Casey's low moans of
gleeful ecstasy, and Zach's incessant sluppy, slurpy, gurgling.

Geez, at one point, Zach had rolled over, completely on his back, his nose
and lips under Casey's balls, just vacuuming everything under there. What a
beautiful boys' night out! Casey was on fire, wackin' his pud, his balls
bouncing on Zach's chin. Then he grabbed Zach's pecs, fingers digging in,
while pushing him back out from under, saying, "Come on cocksucker, get on
this!" As he forced his dick back into Zach's mouth.

Lifting himself with his hands pressing into the ground, he rammed his cock
in and out through Zach's lips, while his butt stayed airborne. Then he
grabbed Zach's chin, turning his head up and back toward him, bowing the
kid's neck. Then pulled his head down and back by the chin, over his dick.
What a face fuck! In two shakes, Casey had become a decadent master!

And over and over, Casey had Zach service his cock. All night! When morning
came, Jarrod woke first. He looked over and saw Casey and Zach's sleeping
bags seemingly in order. Then on further examination, he saw Zach's bag
bobbing right next to Casey's. Geez, they were still going.

Kyle and Kip stirred, and as they stretched and sat up, Jarrod put his
finger to his lips and pointed toward the others. Kip whispered, "All
NIGHT?" Jarrod, just whispered back,

"Prob'ly," shrugging his shoulders. Kyle just looked down. The kids didn't
realize it, but the teepee reeked of cum, from their all night pump off.
Truth be known, Casey and Zach had fallen asleep after the fifth blowjob
Zach gave Casey. But around 5 AM, Casey woke up, and pulled Zach's face,
which was laying right between his legs, up onto his rod, and started a new
round of the now, morning suck jobs.

The Jar-Ky-Kip trio watched and waited till Casey got off before they made
believe they were just waking up, and everyone was stretching up, kneeling,
letting out with the various: "G'mornin's, Gotta piss, bad," groans and
moans.

The five kids staggered out behind the teepee and killed about 5 square feet
of grass, before rubbing all their nuts and getting back to the teepee to
get shorts on. Breakfast was all set at one of the tables for the kids. What
parents Jarrod had! They were ghosts, but everything he wanted was right
there all the time.

As they all made their way to the table, Casey pulled Zach back to him,
behind the others and out of, he thought, their earshot. "So this is the
deal. You come to my house after we leave here, right?"

Casey directed, Zach nodding. Then Casey continued, "And we'll arrange when
and how you're gonna take care of my, uh....needs. Got it?"

Zach enthusiastically, yet blankly, nodded agreement. Laying back just a
bit, Jarrod heard the exchange, relaying it to the others when he caught
back up to them. During the blabber, face stuffing and kid jabber at the
table in the yard, Kyle smoothly stole into the teepee, and scoffed up the
magazine where Casey had packed it in his gear.

Kyle put it with his stuff, repacked Casey's stuff, and as he came out he
opened the flap to air the cum smells out. "Geez, this place smells
like...us," he smiled, remembering the stink in his room after one of his
and Jarrod's early trysts, and he couldn't describe the smell.... And Jarrod
had said, "It's us...you dick. It smells like us!"

Soon, breakfast, fun and Jarrod's birthday was over. The boys jabbed
shoulders, kicked butts, smacked heads, and finally fived and Casey and Zach
were gone, with Kip, Kyle and Jarrod shuffling back to flop down in front of
the teepee.

Kyle looked first into Jar's eyes, then Kip's, and back......Jarrod,
furrowing his brow, asked "Whut?"

With a big smile on his face, Kyle blurted out, "wanna fuck, dudes?" Jarrod,
without a hesitation, somersaulted right through the teepee flaps. Kip,
closest to the entrance, just rolled over a couple of times, and was also
inside, with Kyle knee-waddling in behind him.

Once inside, Kip dropped the flap, and Kyle for some reason, did a
handstand. Jarrod said to Kip, "Hold him," and then he opened his pants,
unzipped him, pulled them up and off his feet, and voila, naked fucktoy!

Jarrod's tongue darted into Kyle's pussy, followed by two digging, probing
fingers, wiggling, whirring.... "Ahhhhh uh, uh, ungh," Kyle moaned and
grunted from upside down, as he reached for Kip's zipper.

On their walk back to Casey's, Zach just listened to Casey tell him how good
a cocksucker he was, and that he would really be great trying out all those
things that were in the magazine. They sat in the grass in Casey's yard, and
Casey started to tick off what Zach's new life was going to be like.

There'd be sucking dick, on call. Boy body licking. And, best of all,
there'd be boy fucking. "So before you go today, let's have some cock
sucking over there in the garage," Casey pointed as he got up, pulling on
Zach's arm.

Casey was unaware that his 16-year-old brother was listening from inside his
upstairs window, above them and heard bits and pieces. Casey's older
brother, Shane, wasn't sure of all Zach and Casey were saying, but he was
certain his brother Casey was into cocksuckin' and boy fuckin'.

He was also sure that he was now gonna get in on this, maybe right away,
maybe......tonight.

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