Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2005 12:49:16 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Baseball, Boys and Other Toys.  Chapter 8

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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. Baseball, Boys and
other Toys.  Chapter  8.


He seemed to force himself forward with his thighs pushing Nate's lower body
high up against them. Pat's steeled cock seemed three inches wide as it bent
back into him still lodged deep inside Nathan as he got to his feet on the edge
of the driver's seat. The pressure off his newly down driving prick, he heard
Nathan "Ohh-uh-oh-oh--uh--uh--uhuh!" grunt into the piston power of his best
friend's newly fired cockthruster.

Some of the cockfucking reamage was actually drawing the previously spent wad
of fuckjelly up along the pumping boyshaft and the sweat slick, spittied-up
buddy cunt became a symphony of velcro 'Shhhkkk-shhkkkk' refrains. Oh mannn.
The smells of boy'roma fuckfunk coupled with the sounds of grunting boys surging
for their nut has no equal in teen dream fantasies. The new angle of pounding
prick brought Nathan to new feels of breath-taking teenfuck need inspite of
his fetal contortion as he peered through their outstretched arms, straining
for breath with his neck bent up watching his own boytool leaking silver seed
down onto his ripples of skin scrunched up below his rib cage.....and
then...."Ohgodddddddddddd!" is all Natey wailed as he shot the fiercest ever cum he'd
ever had. The splurts of teencream actually 'glopped' and 'splopped' to his
chest in 7 rapid-fire bursts from his teenboy gun.

His bucking, sphinctering pussy hole gave Patrick a whole new pleasure jolt
of fevered friction to his pummeling boy fuck that he was going off inside
Nathan within seconds of his buddy's throbbing cockshoot. "Fuck you Natey. FUCK
you! Fuck YOU!!!! You got it man! You got it. My fuck. My tool! MY NUT MANNNN!"

In a flurry of butts, arms, legs, feet and dicks, Pat had Nathan hanging half
out of the car through the door his bare feet hanging to the garage floor.
"Take it tool man! Take my tool!" Pat smacked his Nate-tail-slimed-twice-cummed
cock against Nathan's lips again and again, and then jammed it through his
mouth cunt.  Ohhh and swarshing, wriggling tongue muscle working out behind those
tight, swollen Natey lips. Pat pulled out and prick-bashed his buddy's
lips....Nate kept blinking with each smack and the aftershot splattering off the
cock head and out of the droozing pisshole.

"Say h'lo to yur new master, dickweed!" Pat roared to garage echoes as he
pulled the still super hard prickmeat from Nathan's mouth and beat it around his
face. "Stick yer tongue out, man. STICK IT OUT!" Pat yelled. Nathan
tentatively conceded and sticked out his young teen taster. "Hold it out...keep it out!"
Nathan held it out with his mouth open getting dry from the air while his
rasper quivered in wait.

"Say 'H'lo!' boy. Nathan, I'm saying, say 'H'lo!' to yer new master, dude,"
Pat was laying his hefty cock tight onto Nate's tongue rubbing it around then
raising it off and then doing it over again, and over again, and over again,
while telling him to 'say hello to his new 'master'.

For maybe the first time, in spite of all the horrors Patrick had subjected
him to in the last hour, Nathan was really worried. His facial expression
showed the real worry fearies through the sweat, spit and cum splatter covering his
face.

"Uh...uh..mmm...hu-hullo," Natey shamefully said while staring into Pat's
eyes questioning what his friend was doing to him.

"Don't talk to ME man, you be talking to yur
new...'SPLAT....fuckin'....SPLAT!....master ....'SPLAT!....here!"

With the soppy hard prick pasted right to the end of his tongue, Nathan
stared almost crossed-eyed down at the throbbing tool being rubbed on his tongue
tip and said, "Thhwullo...thwir."

Pat laughed out loud so hard he almost slipped off the edge of the car seat.
Then he coddled the back of Natey's neck and kneaded it. After all Nate had
strained and pained through taking off his buddy, this seeming brotherly massage
made him feel so warm and good, and he looked back up to Pat's eyes with a
rotating head working side to side from the soothes of the massage. He looked up
with a swoony trance-like smile, at the boy he'd called 'best friend' for all
these years.

He felt warm. He was trembling from finally being able to feel the cooling
sweat drying on his naked skins. His toes wiggled against each other as his feet
hung limp about a foot from the garage floor out the car door....and then
they just curled tightly under! His legs shot straight out behind Pat. Every one
of Natey's muscles tightened....Pat's cock had surged to the back of Natey's
throat, "Gwallkkk!!!"

Baseball, Boys and Other Toys.  Chapter 8.

"Uggcchh-thwucckkk!" Natey gasped and his throat sqwalled as Pat pulled his
buddypleaser out of Nate's throathole.

Nate gripped his throat almost feeling like he couldn't talk....he probably
couldn't! At least not right then. He was turning his face up toward Pat to try
and fathom the nature of all that was happening, but too late....Pat shoved
through his face and down his throat with relative ease this time, with barely
a "Gwuuuulupp!" from Nate.

"Thweeusskk!" and Nate was back to gasping for air again.

Pat grabbed his buddy's head with both hands and bent to his sweaty hair and
smooched a big smacky kiss into it as he pulled Nathan to his feet on the
garage floor. Nathan was so sweated he seemed to ooze on his thighs and buttcheeks
off the leather seat.

Pat's equally sweaty torso molded itself to Nathan's and they stood in
happies, confusion and afterfuck for long moments. Nathan's barefeet had come down
right onto Pat's. They could both feel the heat of their feet skins touching.
Nathan felt shivers. The feels on the bottom on his feet were far more erotic
than anything Pat was feeling on the tops of his.

Nate was surprised when Pat pulled his face back, stared into Nate's eyes and
lapped him from chin to hairline with his teenboy tongue. They turned toward
the stairs into the house. Pat looked back at the red VW from the top of the
third and last step. Their clothes were hanging off parts of the car, the door
opener glide, and the floor. Pat thought to himself..."Plenty of time....."
and turned the knob of the door.

The bright sun of the kitchen seemed to open a whole new day. His arm around
Nate's shoulder, they went to the fridge. The ice cold air swept over their
super hot bodies. Each boy reached for a soda. Pat pulled out a half pizza and
held it out to Nate. They each broke off a slice and glommed it cold, closing
the door and plopping the last of the pizza on the counter.

Pat was still with a piece hanging out his mouth while Nate ate more civilly.
Nate doubled up and backed away, choking, when Pat waggled Nate's half hard
hanging boy dong. They were beautiful boy specimens there in the brightness of
the kitchen, sun glistening off their damp bodies.

Nathan was even getting into the naked play. Nothing feels so good to the
devilish teen as doing whatever he does....naked. It just feels so
different...new....natural....real....and
perfect.

They grabbed the last slab of pizza and yanked the last two slices apart as
they headed out into main hall and then into the TV room. Nate and Pat had
spent loads of time in each other's houses so that they felt like each was their
own. Nate's favorite TV 'spot' in Pat's den was on the floor, with his back
against the rise of the couch. That afternoon was no different. Pat liked to
sprawl over the couch....and he also did what came naturally.

Nate grabbed the remote and flipped some sports channel on and they chewed
the remainder of their pizza.

Pat made great fanfare of lying on his back, dangling some of his pizza above
his face, and tonguing out to suck it into his mouth while wig-wagging his
dick with his other hand.
Nate wasn't even watching. Shit...he'd seen that act before....albeit while
Pat was dressed. This might have been the first time the two buds had ever
strolled either of the houses butt naked. But kids just roll with stuff. In a few
minutes, to a kid, anything new, is old already....such was the case of the
being bareassed in the TV room that afternoon.

Hey, not to mention....they both just got laid for the first time. Even given
the difference in their positions as top and bottom in not only their first
boyfuck....it was their first fuck ever. Man, after this, would just their
palms be enough as the summer came upon them?

Prob'ly not.

As Nate rested his head back on the edge of the couch cushion, Pat sat up and
Nate saw his bud's legs slip down along side him, straddling his
shoulders....inner thighs nuzzling Nate's arms. In front of Nate's eyes, a last sliver of
pizza with teeth marks bit through the piece of pepperoni on it, appeared.
Nate bent further back and his tongue shot out like an anteater's....and the
piece of pizza was gone.

The taste made Nate feel like more. He leaned back, and looked up to his budd
y for hopefully one more piece....one last piece.

Pat's left hand cupped gently under Nate's chin and pulled his head further
back....more..
....and back almost straining the boy's neck too much....then it all went
dark....and funky.
Pat's balls were spreading over Nate's eyes....Nate could smell that scent of
boy.
Pat's cock was bent down in a more than semi-hard curl over the end of
Natey's nose, flattening wide out like a slab of beef, fitting neatly through his
pizza sauce-glazed lips.

Nate was not even thinking. In one hour, it seemed to both boys that all that
happened out in the garage was 'old news'....been there, done
that....mannnnn....it's jus' wonnerful bein' a boy....pullin'....short-breathing....dickhead
tingling....sex-smelling....feeling those surges of electrics shooting out
each nerve fibre....leading to the best fucking cum of his life....till later,
and the next time!!

Nate's chest and belly arched out as his head bent back further and under his
pal's balls.

Then there was fabulous release!!

Nate could see! He could breathe...at least through his nose. Pat had gotten
up and smoothely moved out front of Nate and as his knees bent into his chest,
Pat pulled Nate's arms completely around and under Nate's own knees.  The
sound of spit to Pat's hand...the feel of mooshy skin the Nate's pucker, and
"Phhhwoooofff!"  the best buddy in his whole life was deep inside him to his balls
again.

The earlier searing rage that consumed Pat was replaced with a steady
rut-fucking boyteen buddy who couldn't stop licking and chewing at whatever part of
his buddy's skin he could reach with his tongue, teeth and lips. He lapped up
Nate's face again, fully four times.

He chewed into the back of Natey's knees sending the poor kid to whole
'nother place of much too much pleasure. The hot fuck Pat was throwing into him was
not nearly as painful as the first two rounds, but there was a steady
toothache like pain and the occasional stinger that caused him to cry out when Pat's
fine boycock found a new angle to please his buddy.

"Ohgod, Natey! Ohgodogodogod, I-yi-iyi....cummmmmminnngggg!" and another
pulsing teenshoot went off inside Nathan.

They rested, pasted together in their renewed sweat for many long minutes,
before "Urrrnmmmmm-uhhhh!" Pat strained with all he could muster, and pulled
Nate's arms around his neck as he stood carrying his still cock-impaled pal to
the stairs and the bedroom.

He laid them to the bed with Nate's bubble butt to the mattress. He kissed
his buddy for the first time. He pulled back and away staring into Nate's
eyes....Nate's tongue followed him out of his mouth and Pat gripped it with his lips
and sucked it through. He was hard as steel in Natey's bunger again, and as
leaned down to put Natey to his back, he was pulling the covers back, pushing
Natey onto the bared sheets. He pulled his pillows under Nate's head and neck.
He wanted Nate's smells there when he went to bed that night.

Without snapping his butt, Patrick rocked them back and forth for a long
while. His cock slid effortlessly through the triple cum lubing Nate had already
gotten from Patrick. It all looked like their boyhood bond had suddenly gone
from fun, to rage and power control,
to a passionate teen melding of boy needs.

Nate's breath was shortening...Pat's breath was shortening....they heated
there in their rocking horse rut, and soon, oh soon, Natey was begging his
forever buddy, " Fuck me, Patty....fuckkkkkmeeee!!!!

They seemed to roll through a series of contortions the next half hour as
they went for double nut!

Nate went up onto his neck...then over on his side and scissor-fucked with
their upper legs entwined, and pulling against each other. Then Pat had Natey
down and doggie, then onto his chest, ass-up. A belly-flat pummeling was next
and they finished shooting Nate's cream all over Pat's room, with Nate standing
on his hands, his legs wrapped tight to Pat's chest, as Pat stepped between
Nate's legs and pounded him to a blood to the head rush of teenfuck lust they
could never have imagined.

Nate's screams of fuckjoy sounds closer to strained, choking gags there
upside down taking Pat's reamage from above, but it was all fuckjoy just the same.

"Ahm gettin' it....ohNatey...Ahm
gettin'...uhhhhhh--ohfuck---ahhhhhyeh---fuck...ohhhhh!"
he tailed off. His fourth cockoff was truly his best of all! In mid-tremble
of aftercum, Pat could not hold them both up any longer and he was still
jolting from the thrill stingers in the end of his super-sensitive dickhead as they
crumbled in a teenboy fuck'smelling heap of sweaty, naked skinned throbbing
boylust.

In the shower in what seemed like hours later (really 10 minutes) the boys
lathered each other. Pat had Nate finger soap up into his hole for the first
time. Nate rubbed his bud's squeaky clean chest as he kneeled before him in the
streaming foggy spray, and kissed Pat's dick while he held in his palm.
"Patty," he blinked up, "kin we um like....do this...um..whut we did....you
wanna....like tuhmorrah....err sometime else...maybe....?"

"MAYBE???? MAYBEEE?? You betcha you little cocksucker. I loved having you on
the end of my dick no matter which end'a yuh!"

Nate's laughter at that was stifled, "Haaaa-phwulpp!"  when Pat's incessantly
horny dick filled his facehole one last time. "Uch! Ucc! Phwuckk!" Pat pumped
Nate's head over his dick for three minutes straight ever more forcefully,
and faster and faster till the telltale twitchy-dick-tingle went off inside
Pat's cock and he got what musta been his sixth load off into Nate that afternoon.
His mind actually was thinking, 'How many time's did I get off?'

Mannnn! He fucked the kid four times....for sure...and might gotten two
blowjobs in the car before this. A one day record for Pat...7 loads on one day. And
geez there had to be two more at least when he horned up thinking of all this
later and again before bed. He was actually thinking of going for ten!
Teenboys are just cock'lishuss.

Soon they were dressing again in the garage, well more like collecting their
clothes. Nate was wearing Pat's dirty boxers home, and Pat was wearing Nate's.

Nate balled up his jock, socks sneaks and uniform into his duffle, and got in
the car. Pat left the rest of his clothes in a pile by the door, and hit the
remote to open the door. Mannn...it was so great to be out in the air and
sunshine of the coming Florida summer as they hit the gas to get Nate home.

Whatta afternoon! Mooning the schoolbus, cocksuckin' and buddyfuckin'...mannn
whutta day! One boy deflowered....one boy....a man!

Nate could still taste his buddy in his mouth! Pat watched him lick his lips
often on the ride over to Nate's.

"Ummmm..Pat? Yuh wanna come up my room when we get dere? I um
sorta...um...wanna rub you on my sheets???"

Pat said nuthin' but smiled and reached over into the boxers he'd worn that
day that now covered Nate's prick, and squeezed it. Nate just glowed!

The big game was tomorrow, and soon Nate'd be off to national baseball camp
for 'promising ballplayers'. He'd be leaving all too soon and now with his
brand new 'needs' he didn't know how he could do it. With a bit of a glazed over
eye....was that a tear? Nate all of a sudden smiled.

He'd remembered the party after the game tomorrow. It was gonna be at the
park pond. Night lifeguards would be even be on duty. All players and supporting
students would be there....Patty, too. Pizza, soda, snacks........beer!

As Pat laid naked on his buddy's sheets and pillows, Nate was suck-jackin'
Patty. The kid was bucking, legs-a-twitter on the shaking mattress. Pat bit his
wrist to keep from screaming with Nate's mother downstairs, and his muscles
tensed, toes curled tightly under, then splayed out stiff and wide as be bucked
another load for Nate that afternoon. Before the first shot, Natey had a
sandwich baggie he shoved over Pat's cock and squeezed tight to collect his buddy's
spooge.

Nate got the thrill of a lifetime to that moment when he saw each and every
cumspurt shoot from the pulsing pisshole out into the baggie. How hot! The
hole, like, opens wide, and nuthin'...then out shoots a glob of fucksuck! Then
again and again and again! He felt the warm goo inside the bag puddling above his
tight-wrapped fingers. He was wondering how the fuck much cum a boy has
stored that Pat should have as much as he did in that bag, after all the cums he'd
already pumped that afternoon.

One thing about baggies, they adhere to the warm boycock skins and feel like
tape being  ripped off a wound when removed. Pat reached quick to Nate for him
to slow down the the removal.

Nate made it all better by licking his buddy's peter clean. Then while Pat
was still throbbing in after cum, Nate rolled him over onto his belly to get the
boyfuck smells onto the sheets he'd be jackin' in that night....with that
baggie full of buddy nectar up to his nose, filling his senses with the joy of
cock!

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