Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2017 11:04:29 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: PECKING ORDER AT THE BOYS SPRING HOP PART FOUR Pecking Order at the Boys Spring Hop - Part Four © Van T Z Boi 2017 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read this and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. I am still in the process of adding further chapters to all my stories on nifty following my long break due to ill health and employment problems, so please bear with me as I get round to the story you might be waiting for. I do promise you that once all the stories have been updated I will continue to complete stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) Toby moaned as his father's cock found his boy nub and he wriggled slightly to keep his father's prick right on the mark so that the good feelings would continue. He did love his father very much; they had shared the same bed for a number of years now but the attractions of the forthcoming Spring Hop were not lost on him and he was anticipatorily aware that his date Barry Ferndale, a handsome Senior more given to science than sports would be waiting for him now that his ceremonial duties in assisting with the voting arrangements for the Prom King and Prom Prince vote were now over. Toby harboured a secret from his loving father, he liked other cocks; he had shared a double bed with his father for so long but in the last few weeks he had experienced a number of assignations with other boys and men in the town and his varied sex partners had taught him that his father may love him and love him well but others could fuck him better. He had seen Barry at the Library studying with Larry Marshall and by standing nearby had eavesdropped to discover they were just working jointly on a science project for school. It was a simple matter then to slip into the next seat and bat his eyelids at Barry, a tactic he had discovered produced an easy access to available cock. His next step was to slide under the table and unzip Barry's fly, the compliant teenager had stroked his head as he blew him. Martin also discovered he wasn't the only boy on his knees under a table there were several others he could see working away at some of the other tables and as a date for the Hop was something every ten year old was hoping for he hoped his oral attributes would convince Barry to take him as his Hop Date Boy. Finding a date for the Hop was already on Barry's mind and once he had sucked him they had kissed and as the study session was at an end, it was easy to suggest to Barry they go somewhere and fuck. Barry appreciated Martin's forwardness and after enjoying a very good fuck Martin found it was easy to arrange to be Barry's date. As Barry was often at the Library it followed after the first fuck that they had met each week at the Library where Barry would fuck him in the bushes behind the building and tonight he was hoping to spend the entire night with Barry once he had taken care of his pop. "Faster daddy," he whimpered knowing how much his father reacted to his little `needy' boy act. "Okay honey," Maurice grabbed Toby's hips and pulled himself deeper and harder and faster inside his son's pussy, he could feel the hard metal of his old class ring push back into his stomach and a rush of love jumped up as he fucked his son. His cock speared inside the only pussy he ever wanted, more and more since he initiated his son, Toby's was the only boy for him and he dreaded him growing up and away from him. In his dreams he saw them united forever and the presentation of his class ring was a mere step away from a wedding ring. Toby ran his hands down his father's back and grabbed his hips, much as his father had done to him, sucking in a huge breath for the energy needed he forced his legs wider apart and using his special inner muscles, sucked his father even deeper, his pussy contracted around the hot shaft and drooling glans, it was just enough and his father grunted gutturally into his ear as he bucked hard and his spitting cock bred Toby for the umpteenth time. Toby clutched his father and bucked his own hips faking his dry cum as he wanted to get to Barry. He waited as long as he could whilst his father kissed him and caressed him. "Dad, Dad, I gotta go, Barry will be wondering where I am," he pushed his father up. "Okay son, okay I know you gotta keep up appearances," Maurice slid out of his beloved Toby's pussy and he stood there, Toby obediently dropped off the desk and onto his knees where he kissed and licked his father's cock clean. Grabbing his partyjock with the transparent panel which showed off his boy dicklet he tugged it on and leaving his father to dress himself he hurried out of the door. "Sorry pops gotta move it," he shouted over his shoulder. He made it back to the hall and was dancing by the DJ podium when Barry appeared; the tall black haired youth had two glasses in his hand and a happy smile of welcome on his face. "Barry," Toby squealed and ran up to his date. "Sorry I took so long, here I snitched a glass of champagne for you," Barry grinned as he handed Toby the bubbling glass. He watched as Toby sipped the champagne, loving the face that Toby made when he tasted the alcohol, the champagne whilst bubbly was dry and to a young boy's palate used to sweet cola it tasted very dry; even sour to Toby's taste. "Urrghh," Toby handed back the glass, "I think I prefer coke, that's so sour tasting," he flashed Barry a look, "or perhaps a cock would be better." Toby's hand snaked out, with Barry's hand full with the two glasses he grabbed Barry's cock which hung down below the fake utility belt he was wearing as his costume and slowly teased the tip. Barry grinned and swiftly swallowed the glass that Toby had drunk followed by the second one. "Okay Toby, let's take this elsewhere," he grinned, his erect six inches leading the way the two headed towards the quad. "Fuck it's busy," Toby was open-mouthed at the sight of the Hop Orgy that was moving along at a usual rate for a School Hop, he noticed the crowding at one area where it appeared two boys were either putting on a show or more likely being gangbanged. 'I don't want that happening to me,' he said to himself and shivered. "You cold Toby?" Barry asked concerned, "we can go back inside if you want?" "No its okay," Toby cuddled close to the tall eighteen year old, inhaling his sensual scent, `I trust him,' he decided. Barry led Toby to a clear patch and he lifted him up so they could kiss, Toby locking his ankles across Barry's back for extra support. The sweet taste of Toby's mouth was slightly tainted but Barry was unable to identify the taste of Toby's father's cock juice so he just carried on kissing, in any case the taint brought on his own lust drive. The two tongues duelled seeking only to battle for greater pleasure; Barry experienced the surge as the hot blood filled his teen dick, the foreskin opening to reveal the slit lips where a clear bubble of lubing precum glistened. Carefully he sank to his knees; it was a usual action for them as they had practised the move due to their hot lusty sessions behind the library. Barry leaned down so that Toby could easily lie back on the cool close cropped grass. He studied the boy as Toby arranged himself on the lawn, the curly black hair, the soft hazel of his eyes, the circles of pinker skin around his boy teats, the satiny sheen to his skin and the dark pinker shadows of his belly button. He gazed at the thin crayon of boy dicklet, he tip pulsed almost in rhythm with his own, the bright pink of his glans peeking out from the tight ivory pink foreskin and the squidgy sac, the tiny little pea sized balls which he had suckled on were invisible but the knowledge they were there sent another sleek sweep of desire through him; he breathed heavily as the lust driven blood coursed up from his cock into his body, the warmth sweeping over and around him but his eyes were taken by the gleam of the tight metal circle around Toby's cocklet. "Hey w-what's with the ring,?" he tapped the ring gently. "Oh," Toby had forgotten about his father's present, he thought quickly, "Sorry," he smiled directly at Barry, "I should have told you, it's a family thing. It's my dad's class ring and it's the custom in the family for boys to be allowed to wear it to their first Hop," he moved to tug the ring off but Barry's hand stayed him. "No if it's a family custom, then leave it there," he looked at Toby, "you do know that wearing a ring on your dicklet can mean something else at the Hop. It's an indication of ownership, of being more than just a date." He saw that Toby nodded at this and smiled, he leaned forward and kissed the ring and sucked the tip of Toby's cocklet, making this growl with pleasure. He bent down and lifted Toby's legs; the scent of fucked boy pussy hit his nostrils, they flared as the exquisite aroma permeated through his sinus's, his cock roaring with demand as the pungent perfume made its own demands on his system. Barry pushed his mouth to the hot wrinkle, licking the salty furrows with his tongue, Toby moaned and pressed his legs tight against Barry's ears, not hard but sensually inviting. Barry's tongue probed the opening, the lips parting easily and the heat warming his tongue tip, he tasted the string of sperm that pooled there; it was just another aphrodisiac to his hormonal driven lust now. Quickly he flicked his tongue back and forth in and out of the spreading opening, all the time Toby was moaning and groaning as his own nerves became hotter and hotter and that intangible inner tingling itch demanded attention from the pink sword that would soon pierce it. Barry's cock demanded the same, hurriedly he moved placing his throbbing teen weapon as the pussy lips, he crowed as the sweet tunnel sucked him in, just a slight push of his hips and he was buried to the hilt. He kissed Toby, grinding his body against the ten year old, they had done it like this behind the library but here in the quad as other bodies performed the same motions they were oblivious to the crowd around them. Barry's cock pulsed inside the hot sheath, the cooler sperm from Maurice assisting its deeper entrance and Toby sighed as his bud was touched, then rubbed then scraped then fucked. Barry was in fast fuck action now, his hips almost a blur as he sought to bring his young lover to a peak. Toby in return galvanised his muscles, his membrane undulating along the teen pole, squeezing the fat tip, so that it brought even more pressure on his boy nub which meant greater pleasure for them both as the resultant squeezing and pleasing brought Toby to the pinnacle. "Hard, now, fuck meeeeee," Toby squealed as the white heat of orgasm supernovaed inside him, the shooting spears of sensual pleasure emanating from the boy bulge in his boypussy pulsing and throbbing as he was sent into orbit. Barry held firm as Toby now fucked himself against the steady probe, his arms and legs wrapped around the taut teenager's figure. Barry relished the tight embrace especially as the climactic delights showed in Toby's thrown back face; his wide open mouth, the deep pool of emotion in his soft brown hazel eyes and the gaze unfocussed as his passion blazed forth. Slowly the pulses eased, Barry could feel Toby's chest through his own, the quick beating heartbeats ebbing to a normal pace. Barry kissed Toby as the boy relaxed, his own needs were becoming insistent but the other delight in giving his lover so much pleasure was also warming his inner self, such exhibiting only pleasing his teen ego. "Again please," whispered Toby and Barry felt his cock lurch. Davey moaned, his body was on fire as he was running from climax to climax, he had lost count now of the number of boys who had fucked him all he did know was that he did not want it to never, ever stop. The faces and cocks changed as the crowd around him grew, boys who did not have a date were joining in and some of those that did have date were also taking part. `There's always one,' grinned Martin Wilkes as he thrust his fourteen year old slim prick inside the sea of semen inside Davey's slut cunt, he rode the boy quickly the excitement of being part of the gangbang spurring him on. He hoped to find another available ten year old to fuck later on; `there's always a few abandoned and wanting dick,' he told himself. He was in the heavily spotted phase of puberty and his looks put off most of the boys he fancied, `but a the Hop, it was dick and more dick that was wanted as the rising stench of sex permeated the event and despite his teenrod' slimness; his seven slim inches were always popular,' he said to himself as he burrowed deep inside the semen sea and let his go of his own jism which was swiftly mixed in with the rest of the morass as the next boy shoved himself into Davey's boy bounty. Martin replaced already by another thrusting cock sat up and stroked his teen rod, wiping the spermy traces left behind on the spunkwet grass around Davey. `I don't even know his name,' thought Martin as he watched the mews and whimpers of the boy as he was yet again brought to a peak, "I'd love to fuck him again," he mused not realising he'd spoke aloud. "We're taking him to Master Bates after the Hop," said the teen sitting beside him, Martin realised the boy speaking was directing the gangbang, "we've booked a room, you can join us if you want." Martin recognised Tyrone, not normally one of the students he knew that well. "You sure Tyrone," he asked knowing that Tyrone's usual crowd was older. "Nah, the more the merrier," grinned Tyrone. "Davey said he's up for it and he's the one taking dick." "Fucking takes it well too," Martin beamed. "Hey! Martin, Martin!" he heard his name being called and looked to the side where he saw Dean from his year beckoning to him. He nodded over the crowd of boys gathered around where Dean was standing. He knew Dean slightly, again he was not sporty or academic enough and his current social standing due to his spotty features made him more of a loner these days. He skirted around the group and came up alongside Dean. "Hi," he began but Dean cut him off. "You got my text then," Dean grinned. Martin shook his head, his phone was in his locker; there was no place for it on his costume which had consisted of a full face clown mask and glitter on his body, chosen really to hide the spotty places. "No I left," again Dean cut him off. "No matter," he said dismissively, "you can take your place in the line-up, you can go second after Larry Handsworth," Dean grinned. "Line-up?" Martin gave Dean a puzzled look. "Adam's pulling a train for our year," chuckled Dean, he pointed to where another of his classmates was fucking a figure on the ground. Martin almost choked, he could see Adam Grant Dean's older brother moaning and groaning and urging the boy on as he was fucked. `I can fuck Adam Grant,' his mind whirled, he had heard a number of his year talking about gangbang sessions with Adam, phrases like `tight cunt, great fuck, goes like a rabbit,' ran through his mind and he had enviously watched as Adam Grant walked about the school, his slightly untoned body with the tight ass that almost winked at you and had often tossed one off in bed at night thinking about the Senior and envying the boys who had said they'd fucked him. He gaped at Dean. "You for real?" he asked his interest reddening his face. "Sure," grinned Dean, "set it up myself, Adam has always liked young teen dick. Just look at him go?" Martin looked where Adam's legs were wound around Seth Tolley who was fucking hard at the teenager's teen cunt. "That's good, just there, Ooohhhhh, Fuck me, FUCK ME, FUUUUUCCCCKKK MEEEEEE," mewled Adam and pulled Seth even tighter against him. Martin felt his cock thicken and fill and his fantasies associated with Adam coursed through his imagination. Unconsciously he fingered his rod, the drool of pre-cum pooling at his slit being worked down to help lube his cock, `making it ready' his thoughts ran wildly rampant. "Where do I stand?" Martin's head spun round looking for some sort of a queue. "Don't worry," Dean beamed, "I'm conducting ing the train for my brother," he giggled as he watched Seth buck his back, "right he's finished; Luke!" he gestured at the shorter fourteen year old who was also rubbing his small but fat shaft, "in you go," he waved his hand at Adam's body. Martin watched as Luke; a more pudgy and less popular teen than himself, knelt down and pushed his thick short dick into the pulsing teen pussy. Adam then grabbed at Luke, wound his arms across the plump teenagers back, placed his hand on one of Luke's quivering arse cheeks and pulled him closer. "Get the fuck on," Adam demanded and Luke immediately began humping away. "Fuck, so hot and wet," yelped Luke as his backside was propelled by Adam's hands and legs to a faster rate. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, so hot," babbled the fourteen year old. Grinning a wide and anticipatory beam through his spots, Martin slowly rubbed his teen rod and waited his turn. Lance Reed gave a final forceful thrust and delivered his blast of teen spunk deep inside Wayne's boypussy. He and Wayne were situated at the edge of the quad close to the classrooms side but there were a number of other groupings around him, so the sight and sound of his naked muscular body fucking his date for the night was nothing of note in the growing melee of the quad fuck. Wayne sighed and shook gently as the after effects of his boy orgasm died away and he stroked the head of the full back, enjoying the final pulsing's inside him of Lance's seven inch boyfucker. "Thanks Lance, that felt so good," he whispered. The two lay entwined for another comforting cooling minute and then Lance slipped his swollen dick out of Wayne's fuckhole, Wayne sliding down to suck the fat tube clean of their fuck juices. "You ready?" Lance whispered quietly amongst the groans and moans of the others still fucking away around them. "Uh-huh," Wayne replied a little sadly. The First team fullback and his official date stood up, Wayne slipping on Lance's football shirt and helmet; together they headed towards the classrooms. Anyone watching would simply assume that Lance was taking his date to fuck him at his desk, again a normal event at the School Hops. Lance led the way down the corridors to his home room; he smiled thankfully as he saw the room was empty. "You watch the door," he told Wayne who happily stood by the door. Lance headed to the end window and unlatched the catch, the window swung open noiselessly; Lance had greased the hinges previously and whistled once. A small figure approached from the bushes, like Wayne he was wearing one of Lance's shirts and another similar helmet. Lance reached out and carefully lifted the boy in. "You okay?" he asked his young lover as he removed the helmet so he could kiss him. "I am now," grinned Bucky and surrendered his mouth to his boyfriend. The tall eighteen year old fullback and his eight year old lover kissed heavily, hands seeking cock and cocklet as they caressed each other. "Keep watch Wayne," Lance swiftly undressed Bucky and laid the naked boy on his desk. He took out his mobile from the desk drawer and passed it to Wayne, "Make sure you get everything," he grinned, "but close the door and put a chair against it, just in case." Wayne returned to the lovers, Lance had just finished lubing Bucky's pussy up with is tongue and he filmed them as they fucked. Lance slid his hot dick inside Bucky's boypussy, these days it slid in easily but it was still as hot as the first time Lance had fucked the boy and fallen in love. Bucky sighed softly as he felt the familiar thickness penetrate him, the pain of the first few times were long forgotten for him, all he knew was the thrills that always sparkled within him when Lance fucked him. Wayne naked as well watched and filmed his brother and lover as they made love on Lance's desk, his own memories of time with Lance ensuring his own boy dicklet remained stiff and twitching and he gently caressed his slim pricklet as the scene unfolded. Lance had been fifteen when he had met Wayne at one of the football squad's pool parties at the Master Bates Motel. He was already making his mark as a prospect for the Senior Squad and was notching up his Cocksman conquests at the same speed. Wayne was just one of the crowd of football following boys but he had caught Lance's eye. The hot looking blonde with the green flashing eyes had sparked an interest in him and when he winked and nodded his head the boy had come running towards him. Once they had exchanged names; although Wayne already knew who Lance was, they made their way to the loungers where the fuckparty was in full swing. Lance had taken Wayne to one of the empty loungers and after a hot kissing section had begun to fuck the boy. "Nice and tight," he whispered to then then seven year old Wayne who grinned and continued to work his pussy muscles to squeeze his boycanal around the slim but satisfying dick that speared him. Carefully he moved his young body so that Lance was lancing at the right spot and as his inner special spot was probed and swatted, Wayne was soon gasping as he shook with his first dry cum. Lance happy that his latest fuckboy was already peaking did his best, along with Wayne's help to bring about another boy pleasure and then the resultant joys brought on his own climax and he found that shooting deep inside Wayne was very pleasurable. "Nice fuck," he had kissed the hot boy and stood up, Wayne finishing his service by sucking him clean. Lance fucked two more boys but none of them had rocked his balls like Wayne and he found himself looking for the boy. "Coach," he asked the muscular head Coach who was keeping a healthy eye on his squad but also enjoying the attentions of one of the Senior Linebacker's whose mouth was like a vacuum on his eight inch man dong. "Do you know where the boy Wayne is at all?" "I think he's with one of the sponsors," grunted Coach who stroked the head of the sixteen year old whose mouth ensured him a place on the bench, he took other positions on the field, usually on his back with his legs wide spread after the game and after practice session. Lance grimaced at the thought of the young boy at the mercy of one of the sponsors, they were a necessary lifeline for the team finances but he had never liked some of the older men, their flabby bodies and sour tasting whisky tainted spunks were not to his taste. He made his way inside the Hotel where the party had the use of the Main Dining room. He found Wayne on his knees sucking away at Mitchel Saunders cock, he jealously watched the boy work his mouth over the plum bell end of the semi soft six inch mandick. Mitchel he knew was more sociable than most other sponsors and now he was worried that Wayne might become exclusive as Mitchel was a prominent supporter and could have his demands met if he so wanted. As he stood hidden by one of the pillars he watched somewhat enviously. Mitchel grunted, the deep sound wafted towards him as he saw the man tremble and Wayne's mouth swell as Mitchel shot his load into Wayne's mouth. His temper rose as Mitchel then slid his cock out and the wiped it on the side of Wayne's face, a quick rub of his head and it was clear Wayne had been dismissed. Angry for Wayne, Lance stepped forward and pulled Wayne to his feet; the boy was wiping his face with hand and licking the stickiness of his fingers as he felt himself being yanked hard. Scared that he had done something wrong he looked up at Lance's flashing eyes. "What did I do?" his voice trembled as he misunderstood the anger that Lance exhibited. "No, sorry, it's not you," Lance realised he was scaring the boy and he knelt down so they were face to face, "I just think it was wrong for Mitchel to treat you like that." "Like what?" Wayne was confused; as far as he was aware he had done nothing wrong and did not see the dismissal he had received as anything unusual, Lance's words were worrying him. "It's okay, forget it, please, I'm sorry if I made you unhappy," Lance's brain had worked out that maybe he was dealing with his problem the wrong way. "Look, I just wanted to see you again, you know like earlier," Lance was babbling now, not a good sign for an up and coming Squad Player and certainly not for the Cocksman he wanted to be. Lance stopped as he realised again he was not doing anything to help himself; he took a deep breath and leaned forward and kissed the worried looking face, "Hey look, let's start again, would you like to come with me for a drink and we can talk for a bit?" Wayne pursed his lips and looked at the desperate face of the fifteen year old, he was a true player's boy though and he smiled through the tears filling his eyes, "Don't you want to fuck?" he asked earnestly and hopefully as he had quite enjoyed being fucked by Lance. "Lance grinned, "That too," he beamed and together they rose to their feet. Lance led the way to the low lit comfort corner where they drank juice and talked. Wayne made the first move and in the dimly lit area Lance fucked the boy for a second time. He had also enjoyed the boys company and discovered that he came from a family that supported the Home Team, none so far had proved to be field players but the family over the years had provided other services, usually sexual and as a true supporter Wayne had been taught to pleasure anybody associated with the team. Lance stayed with Wayne for the rest of the party and accompanied him home. Here he met Wayne's father, Stack Gundal and was led to a bedroom where he spent the night fucking Wayne. Lance woke up the next morning to find a sweet mouth sucking at his cock, bleary eyed from the excessive fucking during the night he just stroked the head of the boy, noticing how good Wayne was at sucking dick. "Nice mouth Wayne," he sighed. The warm moist heat left his cock and a high treble voice announced, "I'm not Wayne," and the warm heat returned to his dick. Lance shook his head to clear his mind and he focussed his eyes on the cute blond whose lips were wrapped around his cock. The sucker was very similar looking to Wayne but there was definitely something special about him. "Who are you?" Lance was puzzled. "I'm Bucky, Wayne's brother, you have a nice tasting cock mister," Bucky blinked his deep green eyes at Lance and both felt an electric connection as their eyes met. Lance sighed, the boys' mouth felt so good around his cock, softer than Wayne's and the sweet sucking motions were calming to his over sensitive cock head following the nights fuck session with Wayne. He stroked the blonde's head, the soft hairs felt silky against his hands and he relaxed into the pillow as Bucky continued to suckle. His passion rose quickly, he felt the hot itch warning him that he was about to release, for a moment he wondered if he should warn Bucky, but the exciting sensations were feeling so great he just allowed himself to blast his spunk into the hot funnel. Bucky gasped and spluttered as the fat bell end in his mouth exploded, the strings of teen cum splattering around inside his mouth, he swallowed but mistimed it and began to cough and choke with the volume of the spunk inside his mouth. Lance felt the squashing coughing on his cock and pulled Bucky off before the boys; teeth did any further damage. He saw the tears in Bucky's eyes as he continued to cough, dribbles of Lance's sperm coated Bucky's lower face and dripped off his chi. "You all right?" he asked concerned and sat up. "Bucky coughed and spluttered and stuttered as he spoke, "Sorry, cough, but your, cough, cough errch, so much cum," Bucky wiped his hand across his mouth, catching the droplets of saliva, tear and teenjism with his fingers; he slowly licked them, sucking the juice. Lance felt his cock stir and pulse and rising quickly at the erotic sight. Bucky too felt the swelling prod against him and he looked down. "Your getting stiff again, goody," he beamed and his sweet mouth once again sucked in the beating head, his tongue swirling around the oozing teen juice. Lance groaned heavily as the painful torturous pleasure of re-erection following a hard cum became as sharp shaft of stinging ache inside his body. "Whoa," he cried and reluctantly pulled the boy off his dong. "Hey, that's too much right after a big cum, slow it down buster," he stroked the fair hair and found himself bewitched by the deep green of Bucky's eyes. Sitting up the cover fell from both their bodies. Lance found himself looking at Bucky and noticing the similarities with Wayne, the blonde hair, the green eyes but in Bucky's case it all seemed more intense, he checked the boy dicklet, he notice it was pulsing and throbbing and very stiff, it was also longer and fatter than Wayne's. `Must be his older brother, although he seems a bit smaller,' was his initial thought and then his hand reached out to caress the slim pencil, `only fair I should return the compliment,' he told himself and pushing Bucky back on the bed he leaned down to suck the delightful boy prong. "Hmm you taste nice," Lance murmured as he savoured the taste of boydick and inhaled Bucky's boy aroma, there was the taint of his cum scent mixed in as he licked up some of the drops of his own spunk that had landed on Bucky's body. He sucked hard swallowing Bucky's crayon and the tiny sac underneath, swiftly he worked his mouth and tongue delighting as Bucky thrashed around and sighed when his boyjoy happened. Lance continue to suckle the little bud holding just the tip between his lips as he pressed and released them in rapid succession, Bucky yelping deliciously as he had another dry cum. Lane released the throbbing boy stiffie and looked up Bucky's body where bright green eyes looked at him, there was a yearning Lance understood. He returned to his task and his tongue worked down towards the puckered lips of Buck's boypussy. Bucky writhed and wriggles as the delights shook him again and again, he absolutely loved the sucking Lance had given him and now the tonguing against his boypussy felt awesome. His brain whirled and danced as the flames and heat inside him grew higher and higher. Lance sensed Bucky was hot and ready; he sat up on his knees and rubbed his drooling pre-cum all over his cock, watching the pulsing of the saliva wet boypussy before him. `He looks tight, real tight,' thought Lane hopefully as he eased himself forward and placed his cock at the glistening lips. The bedroom door opened and Wayne bounced in, he took one look at the bed and rushed to grab Lance's arm just as Lance was pushing his cock in. "Hey that's my younger brother," shouted Wayne, "and he's still a virgin." Lance's lust filled brain blood red with desire, heard the words, `younger brother,' a shock of chilling ice ran down his spine; shocked he looked down at the boy he was about to fuck, `just how old is he?' he asked himself, his cock still pushing forward as the virginal lips parted open. End of Part Four To be continued...? (Wow, oh Wow, this Spring Hop is warming up well or is it at an end? Well if you want more and want me to continue this story then write and tell me and don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this further chapter. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news is that good ole' nifty have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies' and `Mummy Said' from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks nifty. Sorry I can't be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. Van T Z Boi)