Date: Wed, 30 May 2018 09:44:29 +0700
From: Bun Bunns <mrbunns@yandex.com>
Subject: Secrets of Pinewood Heights: Ten Things I Hate About Pinewood Heights

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Ten Things I Hate About Pinewood Heights (b/b, t/b, b/b/b etc, oral, anal,
group, orgy)

By Mr.Bunns

Bobby Sanders knew he was a punk even before he got his new fauxhawk
haircut for his light brown mane. He always felt incredibly at odds with
the rules, has a problem with authority figures, and loves to put on any
clothes that would get a rise out of his parents. The evil bones that are
lodged somewhere inside his slim-yet-athletic body seemed to run on
overdrive ever since he hit his eleventh birthday, and it just would not
stop sending evil ideas for him to act upon in his personal bid of getting
the most reaction out of everyone around him.

Yet therein lies the rub, as anytime he tried to act out it seems that
everyone around him somehow always found a way to pacify any traces of his
budding toxic masculinity. When he tried to form a gang of like-minded
delinquents like himself, he was disappointed to find that none of the
other kids shared his idea of rebelling against "the man" and act upon
their baser, more delinquent nature. It would've made sense if that
sentiment only came from, in his opinion, the pampered rich brats from East
Pinewood, but the fact that none of the hard-knocked kids from the
less-glamorous west side supported his ideals made his hatred of Pinewood
Heights burn all the brighter.

Yes, Bobby Sanders hated Pinewood Heights, the place where he had spent all
eleven years of his life, for the simple reason that he could not find a
single fault in this perfect little community. He hated the fact that
everyone was all smiles to each other, he hated how everybody seemed to get
along at school despite of their different upbringings, and he even hated
the way nobody here would dress the way he dressed. There was not a single
"bad kids" group around anywhere he looked to back him up, and "cool
adults" who would purchase cigarettes or liquors, vices that he felt rather
keen on trying out these days, were practically non-existent.

He knew, because he tried it once with this repairman-looking guy with a
big name tag that reads "Chuck" on his uniform last week. He claimed he
would be willing to do anything in exchange for a pack of cigarettes and
some beer, and the guy just looked at him with a smile before he told Bobby
that he was simply `not ready for it.' He didn't even know why the guy was
so amused over his statement as he walked away, but one thing he knew for
sure: he did not share the man's amusement for one single second.

Bobby sighed as he tossed the can of soda away, missing the trash can by a
wide margin. Littering was the only act of defiance that he has left, and
he grumbled thinking that was not enough to get him that `rebel' label he
coveted so very much. Sure there was the fact that he broke into the school
grounds on days where school is out for the summer, but since he could not
get any further than the back of the gymnasium he doubted that it would add
all that much to his street cred. He stood up and dusted off his black
leather jacket and faded blue jeans, thinking if it would be better to just
go home and veg out in front of the TV as per his usual routine all through
summer, when he heard some voices coming from just around the corner.

"You sure this will work?" he heard a rather glum and cautious voice spoke
out.

"For the third time, Drew, yes it will!" chirped a higher pitched tone.

"You're adorable when you're this jumpy, kiddo," this one was of a deeper
pitch, no doubt belonging to a teenager as it went on, "Kinda like a
chihuahua or something."

"Sh-shut up," said the first voice as a chorus of laughter rang out from
the same direction. Bobby guessed there were more than three of them
gathered there from the sound of it, and his curiosity was no doubt piqued
before he decided to sneak towards the source as silent as humanly
possible. He had thought that his breaking into the school grounds to earn
his proper street cred was an original idea that no other kid in this
clean-cut community could possibly replicate, and finding out otherwise got
him wondering who could these people be and whether or not he could somehow
convinced them to be a part of his crew.

The budding juvenile delinquent peeked from behind the corner to see a
whole group of familiar faces gathering in front of the side door leading
into the school gymnasium, though he scoffed when he saw who was present at
that time. There was Andrew Winfield, the brown-haired rich kid who thought
he could raise his street cred by slumming it with Gabe Townsend, the noisy
little rotund blonde boy whom Bobby had the misfortune of living right next
door to and thus had to put up with his insufferable, high-pitched squeals
every day. Even worse than those two was the presence of Pablo Martinez,
the so-called school star who was popular with both the students and
teachers for his striking good looks and many hidden talents, which makes
Bobby wants to puke over his entire wholesome-next-door-neighbor-kid
schtick.

Outside of that there were other boys whom he recognized for being lame,
weird, or even both. Right beside the rich kid and the noisy brat was Adam
Carlyle, another fattie of a third grader like Gabe with a crew-cut ginger
hair whom Bobby tried to make fun of for his appearance. Instead of getting
upset for being called fat, Adam thanked him and gave him a twinkie while
saying something about being popular at some dumb old summer retreat. He
was certainly number one with a bullet on Bobby's "weird" list, and he
doesn't deal with weird thank you very much.

Then there's Jacob Hanes, the curly-haired little nerd who just couldn't
seem to stop talking about Pokemon wherever he went off to and whomever he
talked to. He recalled how he had told him off, saying that nobody gives a
damn about his brood of make-believe digital rats as much as he did, but
all those times Bobby did so the twinkle in Jacob Hanes' eyes continued to
shine as he launched into a proper explanation that he forgot the contents
thereof on account of him not caring all that much. The boy was almost as
infuriatingly chipper as Gabe Townsend, with his only saving grace being
that his high-pitched voice was not as loud as his more heavier-set friend.

Finally there was Jake Sullivan, another ginger who defied his gingerly
nature by seeming to be an outdoors type of kid judging from the skimpy
attire that is his loose tank top and bright red short shorts. The fact
that he doesn't get sunburned as easily as any of his ginger kin was not
the only thing that was surprising about him, for he had tried to bully the
kid one time only to see him put up his dukes in a clumsy manner and
scowled like he was about to enter the ring for the title match. Bobby had
thought he could take the little shrimp down if he wanted to, but there was
something that told him the little brat will not back off no matter how
many times he beat him down to the ground and so he decided not to press
his luck and leave him alone.

All of these kids were the same old familiar faces he had scowled at during
free periods and walking down the hallways, and the only face he did not
recognize was the ringleader: a teenager in faded white shirt and equally
faded blue jeans whose strawberry-blond mop looked like it had been ran
through a leaf blower. He had a slight tanned skin and looked to be about
thirteen or fourteen years old with a built that, while not at all
muscular, could be said to be ideal for his age and exactly the kind image
that fits in Bobby's head of a rebellious teenager in complete defiance of
the law. Why a kindred spirit such as this guy was down here at his school
to lead a troupe of, according to him, babies to the front of the gymnasium
door was a complete mystery to him as Bobby crouched low to hear what he
has to say.

"Okay folks, here are the rules," the teenager spoke up, "When the door
opens, you're going to pair up and run inside as fast as you can to find a
hiding place. Only two of you can hide in the same place at once, and no
switching hiding places once you've settled on one. When the guy who's `it'
finds you, he'll tag one of you to be `it' and then the new `it' will have
to go and find the others. The guy who isn't tagged, well, you know what
happens next, right?"

The last part was said with a smirk, and a chorus of low chuckles came from
the baby squad as Bobby saw them all looking at each other with a shared
hidden knowledge he couldn't decipher. Still he remained silent as the
teenager went on, "Okay so before we start, does anybody have a question?"

"Can we hide anywhere we like?" Bobby heard the rich kid spoke up.

"Well, just about anywhere that key can open," the teenager replied, "You
still have that skeleton key that Chuck gave you, right?"

That name sounded all too familiar to Bobby as he saw Andrew Winfield
reached into his pocket and pulled out an unassuming silver key to show it
off to the other kids. The young rebel couldn't help but wonder what that
stranger who gave a hard pass on buying him alcohol has anything to do with
all of this, but held his tongue as he heard the teenager spoke up again,
"Good. Once you found a good hiding spot, pass it on to the next pair and
let them use it for their hiding spot. You go on and on like that until the
last pair find their spot and keep the key. Anything else?"

Jacob Hanes' hand shot up as he said, "Can I play my games while hiding?"

"Well, you could," the teenager grinned, "But won't the light and the
sounds give away your hiding spot?"

"I don't mind," the curly-haired boy grinned back, "It's so much better
that way."

"You just wanna get to the good stuff faster huh?" Gabe piped up as he
placed his hand around Jacob's shoulders.

"Yup," came his short reply, and both boys giggled to a joke that was
foreign to Bobby's comprehension.

"Alright, is there any more questions then?" the teenager waited for a few
seconds before he said, "Cool! So for this first round, I'm gonna be
it. I'm really good at this game, so try not to make it too easy for me,
gang. Andrew, wanna do the honors?"

He saw the freckle-faced rich brat nodded in compliance before approaching
the gymnasium door with key in hand. The boy inserted the skeleton key into
the slot, twist it until a click was heard, and pushed open one of the door
wide before running inside. The group of kids behind him followed his lead,
and Bobby could hear their excited hoots and hollers interspersed with the
squeaks of the rubber soles of their sneakers as they all rushed past the
threshold to start their game. The sounds of their feet and loud chatter
grew more and more distant, followed by another distant click and the loud
bang of a door being slammed open before all of their noises slowly
vanished altogether.

Throughout all of that the teenager remained, a stoic sentinel watching
past the threshold of the gymnasium doors as his tiny co-conspirators
turned the empty schoolhouse into their personal playground. An amused
smile played upon his lips as he watched them go, and Bobby could swore the
teen passed a fleeting glance at his general direction before he calmly
strode into the gymnasium. Once again Bobby was left alone with only his
curiosity for company, and it was growing more and more with each passing
second until he finally caved and walked out of his hiding spot.

He scuttled and stopped right beside the open gymnasium door, listening to
the relaxed footsteps and wistful tunes whistled by the teenager. He waited
for what seemed to be forever before he heard the sound of the inner doors
being pushed open and closed shut, and he peeked his head into the gym to
make sure that the coast was indeed clear. Now certain that he still
remained unnoticed by the other uninvited guests, he popped out of his
temporary cover to follow their path across the eerie silence of the empty
gymnasium as careful as his eager feet possibly could.

`Eager' was the keyword here, for his mind was racing with so many
unanswered questions. Who was that teenager? What was he doing here with
the brat pack of his school? If they had only wanted to play hide and seek,
why do they feel the need to risk expulsion and do it here? And most
important of all, what was up with that guy named Chuck giving them a key
to do it in the first place?

As Bobby opened the inner doors leading into the school hallways, he put
his thoughts aside by focusing on the task at hand. The scuffles and
squeaks of the trespassers' sneakers can be heard somewhere in the
distance, and he could at times hear their muffled giggles somewhere down
the branching corridors. He wanted some answers, so he decided to follow
the only lead he had as he scoured the barren hallways for any of the brats
he saw earlier.

These corridors that he thought he knew so well looked so different when
they weren't filled with about a couple of hundred kids milling about
around their lockers to get their things ready for their next period. He
hated to admit it, but he would be more than creeped out by the interiors
of the aging, silent school building if he had not known there were people
in there with him to explain the sporadic, recurring strange noises his
ears were picking up along the way. In fact, he hated the fact that he
actually jumped when he heard the voice of the same teenager from before
exclaiming "Tag! Now you're it!" from a fair distance away down the
corridor.

There was a loud childish squeal, the pitter patter of tiny feet, and a
door slamming open as he saw the chubby, small stature of Gabe Townsend
giggling like a loon from further down the hallway. Bobby ducked behind the
nearest row of lockers as the loud little brat ran further away from him,
his noisy laughter fading into the ether as silence once again fell on the
halls. Considering how much noise the little brat was making, it wasn't all
that hard for Bobby to judge when was the right time to come out of hiding
while he surveyed the barren surroundings and saw that the door Gabe had
burst through was still wide open.

From everything he had gathered earlier he figured this meant that the
teenager and at least one more boy was still in that classroom somewhere,
and now he was beyond curious as to what happened to the two people who are
no longer part of the game. He was cautious not to make a single sound as
he approach the side of the open door, though the closer he got obvious the
more obvious it became that whatever noises he would make would surely be
drowned out by the sounds that were coming from inside the classroom. To
his ears it sounded close to the wet smacks of skin slapping against skin,
and his interest only grew exponentially as he got closer to the door
before peeking in on the room's occupants.

Bobby Sanders got more than what he had bargained for what he saw inside
was something not even his wildest dreams could conjure up. There, lying
face down on the surface of one of the desk in the front row of the class,
was the lanky, half-naked figure of Andrew Winfield as he gasped and panted
while the teenager from before bent him over and held his shoulders down
all while ramming his throbbing hard penis into the younger kid's slickened
butthole repeatedly. It was clear to Bobby from how the teenager's jeans
were bunched up around his ankles and how Andrew was missing only his pants
that the pair was in a hurry to get their nut on, and the rapid strokes of
the teenager's invading member supported his guess as the older boy seized
the younger one's hips to really give it to him hard and fast.

Bobby had to cover his mouth from gasping out loud and thus giving away his
presence to the two grunting occupants of the room. His eyes nearly popped
out of their sockets over watching how the teenager completely dominated
the younger boy's body, shaking him about like a ragdoll while his powerful
deep strokes caused the freckle-faced boy to mewl like an excited
kitten. He saw how Andrew's slender legs kicked about as the tips of his
sneakers hung mere inches from the checkered linoleum floor while his slim
hard penis twitched to each beat of the teenager's pube-covered groin
smacking against his jiggling bubble butt, and seeing the teenager threw
his head back while pummelling the smooth buttocks of a boy not much
younger than he was without mercy made Bobby gulp down in nervous
excitement.

Of course his street smarts had educated him in all the terms in relation
to this act he was witnessing: fag, gay, homo, queer, all of those terms
were to be uttered with contempt and disgust to solidify his tough guy
persona among his non-existent peers. But the more he watched these two
going at it, the more Bobby became unsure if contempt and disgust was what
he should be feeling right about now. When he saw the teen leaned over to
smother the boy underneath him with his muscular torso and pumped into his
ass with all his might accompanied by Andrew's loud wails, he knew what
feelings he should be feeling right at that moment instead: excitement and,
most of all, jealousy.

He was excited to no end to see the teenager completely overpowering the
lanky boy, thrusting so deep that the rich kid yowled and begged not for
mercy but to encourage his violator to violate his poor fanny even
harder. He was jealous over the care the teenager displayed despite of his
hard-fucking of his fellow schoolmate, snaking his large hands around
Andrew's skinny frame to caress every inch of his sweaty pale skin and
reaching down to jerk off his slim hard nail much to the brown-haired boy's
groaning appreciation. The moment the teenager kissed the nape of Andrew's
neck and made the boy shudder, Bobby could feel himself getting hard below
the waist and had to fight the sudden urge to drop his trousers and started
jerking off right then and there.

The thought of fleeing the scene entered his mind for but a few fleeting
moment before it was replaced by a kind of longing that he didn't knew
existed inside of him. As he stared unblinking at the lewd acts committed
by the two underage boys in front of him another thought popped up in his
mind: were the other kids he saw earlier aware of this kind of thing as
well? Was this game just an excuse so they can fuck each other up the ass
where nobody could see them? At the very least, Andrew and the teen pumping
his ass with his girthy fuckstick right now seemed to be using it for that
very purpose, and he couldn't help but wonder if that loudmouth little
fattie Gabe Townsend was aware that his best friend was getting sodomized
while he was off to play somewhere in this place.

All of a sudden he was desperate for answers, and so Bobby decided to leave
the two grunting boys and seek out the rest of the game's participants. The
young rebel sneaked past the pair while the teenager grabbed Andrew under
his armpits and lifted him up off the desk, fucking him while supporting
the boy's entire weight with only his arms and shaking him about in the air
much to the freckle-faced boy's delight as he cried with joy. As the rich
kid's lamentations reached the highest of crescendos, Bobby sped up the
pace of his stealth-walking and continued his journey down the empty
hallways of the school building.

He could hear in the distance that the game was still very much on, as the
squeaks of rubber soles and happy cries of young intruders echoed
throughout the halls. He spotted another open door when he turned the
corner, this one right next to the janitor's closet which was also left
ajar. The set of two open doors threw Bobby off as he could hear the
familiar smacks and sighs of two horny boys coming from either one of them,
and once again he used all the caution he can muster to approach them
without alerting their occupants of his presence.

A quick peek into the janitor's closet revealed that it was empty, but the
next door leading into another classroom was quite the opposite as Bobby
was once again treated with the sight of two horny prepubescent boys
abandoning their game of hide and seek to play another, less-than-innocent
`game'. This time it was the blonde chubby Gabe Townsend who was sighing
and licking his lips as he wrapped his little arms around the equally plump
and doubly excited visage of Adam Carlyle. The gesture could have passed
for a photo of a greeting card where the rotund blonde boy was giving his
crew cut ginger pal a big ol' friendly hug if it wasn't for the fact that
the pair of munchkins were butt naked save for the shoes on their feet, and
the way Gabe was gyrating his hips against Adam's baby crotch was an
obvious sign that he was looking for something that was more than just
friendly.

There was also the fact that each boy was jamming the large rubber handle
of a screwdriver up each other's butts, which would no doubt be frowned
upon if it were to be put on the cover of a greeting card.

Bobby Sanders thought he knew all there is to know about being daring and
fearless and sticking it to the man, but here he was proven by a couple of
third grade toddlers that he knew nothing about how daring it was to have
sex with your own classmate, how fearless it was to be butt naked in the
middle of a classroom that they use every single day, and most definitely
how to literally stick it to another guy as he gulped down hard and watched
the show. Gabe and Adam's round bellies were pressed against one another as
their smooth hairless bodies writhe about to seek pleasures from the
friction on each other's velvety skin, their hands moving up and down to
jam the large rubber handles in and out of their tiny little poopers. Adam
was the more vocal of the two as the tubby little ginger panted and gasped
into Gabe's ear, eliciting an amused giggle from the blonde imp as he
flashed a gap-toothed smile.

"Told ya this was a good idea," Bobby heard Gabe spoke as he rubbed his
right cheek against Adam's own like a kitten demanding affection.

"D'ya ever stop patting yourself on the back?" he heard the chubby ginger
sighed in response, before he backed away to place his forehead against
Gabe's. Bobby could see how intimate they were becoming as the tips of
their noses touched one another's while they continued to violate each
other's poopers with the handyman tools.

"I wasn't, ngh, wrong, right?" Gabe groaned, savoring the large rubber
invader in his poop chute, "None of us are big enough to feel good, so we
gotta make do with what the janitor's got."

"I wish I could get stuffed with Lucas' tool-EEK!!" Adam let out a little
yelp when Gabe took a firm grip on the metal part of the screwdriver and
started thrusting the large rubber end even faster, punching the ginger's
kiddie prostate with its blunt ends harder than before and caused him pant
like a dog in heat.

"Lucas is busy with Drew," the blonde third grader grinned in a rather
devilish manner, "If you wanna have fun, you're gonna have it with me."

"Why you-!" the crew cut ginger flashed an equally devilish grin as he
returned the favor, and soon the classroom was alive with even louder
gasps, moans, and groans of two sexed up third graders violating each
other's anuses with their makeshift dildoes. Bobby watched as the two
little angels turned into a pair of sex-starved demons, kissing and
nuzzling and licking each other all over their prepubescent bodies while
their plump pair of boytits rubbed against one anothers' to make each of
their dime-sized nipples jut out in excitement. At one point Gabe craned
his neck to open his mouth and clamped his lips on Adam's right nipple, and
the chubby ginger child threw his head back to savor the delightful feeling
of both the large rubber handle punching up his guts and the blonde boy
furiously sucking on his right teat like a hungry little baby.

"Oh, oh Gabe, awwh, oooooh," Adam chanted with joy.

"Mmmph, mmmphmm, mmmm," came Gabe's muffled response, as he too could sense
how excited Adam was becoming from the speed of which the rubber handle was
penetrating his pert round buttocks. The ginger kid was now rubbing his
dickie and bare round belly against Gabe's own to demand more of the gooey
feelings he was savoring at the pits of his stomach, and Gabe, ever the
helpful playmate that he was, was more than happy to comply as he mimicked
Adam's actions and caused the redheaded boy to groan in delight over the
tingling in his loins.

Bobby could feel himself getting even more excited now than when he saw the
teenager, whom he assumed was called Lucas, fucking the ever loving
existence out of the rich kid he had despised in the other classroom
earlier. Despite of these little ones' innocent outward appearances, their
knowledge of the flesh was anything but as they seeked pleasure from the
comfort of each other's immature bodies in a raw, primal kind of way. In
fact, it was because their young age belied the extent of their carnal
knowledge that this little peep show became all the more exciting for the
young buck, as he found himself unconsciously stroking his raging hard-on
through the fabric of his jeans.

He sighed as the two tiny cherubs seeked each other's mouth for a kiss, a
certain deep longing budding in the pits of his stomach as he stroked and
squeezed his own painful erection while the little ones in the classroom
reached a mutual climax. He had never seen kids this young orgasmed before
and he didn't think it was possible until this very day, when he saw Gabe
and Adam hugged each other tight while pushing the screwdriver handles in
and out of their tiny poopers as fast as they could without once breaking
their passionate kiss. The rapid pace of their mutual penetrations were
fast and frantic until all of a sudden the two of them stopped and their
bodies tensed up while they each jammed the handles of their respective
screwdrivers up the other's rectum.

Adam and Gabe's chubby little bodies shook and shivered like a pair of
entwined ragdolls being shaken about at the end of an invisible
puppetmaster's strings. Both little boys came with such a force that their
knees buckled under their own weight to send the two sagging down onto the
floor, each one letting out a muffled moan from their conjoined lips. The
look on their faces was one of joy and blissful release as the last of the
shakes left their bodies and they broke off their kiss to gaze into each
other's flushed, pink faces.

"Gotta admit," Adam panted as he smiled weakly, "This was a pretty good
idea."

"Told ya so," Gabe gave a weak giggle when a loud clutter came from behind
him and he looked back to see the screwdriver, slicked with his own sweat
and ass juices, slid out of his anus and fell to floor.

"Your butt's too loose to hold anything up now, huh?" the ginger teased.

"Shaddap," the little nine year old blondie shot back before they both
laughed with devilish glee. Bobby knew it was time for him to make his exit
as Gabe pulled out the screwdriver handle still lodged up Adam's butt and
sniffed it. Their laughter once again echoed out to the hallways while
Bobby successfully snuck past undetected and was on the lookout for his
next destination.

If he wasn't certain of it before, he sure was certain of it now: these
kids take other guys' dicks in their mouths and up their butts like it's no
big deal, and watching them do that excited him somehow. He resented the
fact that spying on these brats doing their dirty deeds brought him any
kind of enjoyment whatsoever, still holding on to the firm belief that he
wasn't queer, but there was a bit of a hope spot for him as he headed down
the corridors in search of his real target. Pablo Martinez was part of this
group of little cocksuckers and juvenile ass-bandits, and if he could
somehow catch the school's own shining star taking one up the pooper it
would make all of this troubling thoughts pinballing in his mind worth his
while.

He cursed the fact that of all the days for him to forget to bring his
cellphone it had to be this one, but he didn't dawdle on this thought for
too long as he heard the now familiar sighs and groans of kiddie sex coming
from the computer lab. Bobby once again made sure he wasn't noticed as he
approached the slight open door at a slow, steady rate, and once more
listened in close as he laid his back against the wall right beside the
lab's entrance. The sounds of wet smacks and soft moans confirmed that this
was the right room he was looking for, but the sheer volume of it seemed to
indicate there were much, much more than three people having sex in that
very room right now.

As he mulled over this fact he heard the familiar sound of Jacob Hanes
saying in between heavy pants, "Ohmigosh, are these, ungh, really you
guys!?"

"Guess so," Pablo Martinez's sigh caught Bobby's ears, "First time I'm
seeing it, though."

"Is so cool," Jake Sullivan's groan rang out in between the moans of many.

Bobby couldn't fathom how there could possibly be any more than seven
people trespassing into the school grounds without him knowing anything
about it. Not only that, it sounded almost as if there was a whole crew of
boys getting porked by a bunch of teenagers and even adult men, judging
from the sound of their excited soprano yips and yelps interspersed with
the baritone growls of much older males. The boy's curiosity could not be
contained any longer, and he waited until the right moment to peer into the
room through the window panel of the lab's door only to audibly gasp at
what he was seeing.

On the floor of the computer lab was the sight of the star of Pinewood
Heights Elementary, the wholesome and clean-cut friendly neighborhood Pablo
Martinez himself, bare-naked save for the shoes on his feet and down on his
knees while bending over to seize the hips of the boy in front of him in
the grips of his powerful hands. The hispanic boy had his back turned
towards the door so Bobby could not get a good look of who it was he was
fucking, but the bobbing curly hair and the shoes with Pokemon symbols
splayed on either side of Pablo's legs suggested that none other than Jacob
Hanes was on the receiving end of the school star's schlong as the twelve
year old's pert brown butt puckered with each forward thrust he made into
the little nerd's butthole. Furthermore, the tiny little legs in between
Pablo's athletic thighs hinted that as Pablo rammed into the curly haired
boy's ass he was also forcing Jacob Hanes to ram into Jake Sullivan's
pooper at the exact same speed, and from the way those little legs squirmed
and kicked about Bobby could only guess that the little ginger brat was
thoroughly enjoying the pummeling his poor little baby bottom had to
endure.

However, the threesome on the floor was not the one that caught his
attention the most and made him almost gave away his location by gasping
aloud. No, the threesome that caught his attention was the one that was
displayed on the pull-down projection screen displayed on the far end of
the room that the three boys seemed to be watching so intently as they are
joined together dicks-to-asses, for the large image portrayed not just one
nor two but three and more combinations of boys, men, and teens working on
each other's cocks and assessment with wild abandon. Though the quality of
the picture was rather dimmed due to the low strength of the projector
situated on the ceiling of the computer lab, the images that came through
were clear enough for Bobby to make out the naked shapes of males of three
different generations having a go at one another's forbidden fruits.

He stood mesmerized as the camera showed a large penis being repeatedly
shoved into the wide open mouth of an eager nine year old boy, all while
two large hands seized his slim, childish hips and bounced him around on
another man's large cock. He exhaled a sigh of longing as the camera panned
to the side to show another boy about his age was getting his rigid cock
sucked by a small, messy haired boy while at the same time a pot-bellied
man thrusted his stiff poker furiously into his unguarded anus. As the
images cut into what appeared to be the inside of a blue tent where eleven
boys and teens were engaged in anal, oral, threesomes, and even foursomes,
of which some of the orgy's participants he recognised to be two of the
three boys who were fucking on the floor of the computer lab right before
him, Bobby could no longer hold back the tingling in his loins as he
instinctively unbuckled his pants to pull out his semi-hardening
circumcised dick and started jerking off right then and there to the
moaning montages of sexed up little boys.

He knew he wasn't queer. He was very certain that he wasn't. But the sight
of so many men indulging in their primal urges to ravish the twisting and
undulating hairless bodies of so many prepubescent boys, on top of the
three whining boys pumping each other's asses on the floor in addition to
memories of the previous lewd sights he had witnessed, was simply too much
for him to resist. He needed release so bad that he had forgotten all about
stealth and remaining unseen as he seized his hard dick and stroked on it
with all of his furious, youthful might while drinking in all the lewd
sights beyond the window panel of the computer lab's door.

"Enjoying the show?"

The sudden voice in his ears caught him off guard and he whirled around to
see the teenager from before, now fully naked save for his shoes with his
entire body glistening with sweat and his face flushed with a healthy pink
glow, was standing right behind him. Unfortunately the way Bobby spun
around caused his ankles to get caught in his own jeans which was bunched
around his lower legs, and he lost his balance to slam his entire back
against the heavy wooden computer lab door behind him. He could feel the
door give way and he knew that it was only a matter of seconds before the
back of his head would painfully bounced against the linoleum floor, but he
was surprised to see the teenager reacting with lightning fast reflex and
seized his wrists before any of that could happen.

"Whoa there, bucko!" he said, "You could've hurt yourself real good there!"

"Let go of me you fucking perv!" he shouted as he regained his balance.

"Hey now, is that any way to talk to the guy who just saved your ass?" the
teen's grip tighten around Bobby's wriggling wrist as a wicked grin dawned
on his face, "Besides, I just caught you jerking off to three guys fucking
each other while watching a video of guys fucking the crap out of other
guys. So who're you to call me a perv?"

Bobby wanted to retort with something sharp and scathing when he realized
that he got absolutely nothing to shoot back with. The teenager had caught
him both figuratively and literally with his dick in his hand, and his
addled young brain could not come up with any sort of logic that could in
any way justify what he was doing before he got caught. He opened and
closed his mouth several times yet no words managed to pass through them,
and the teenager smirked knowing that there was no way the boy could weasel
his way out of this one as he all of a sudden pulled him in by the wrist
and hoisted Bobby over one shoulder as if he weighed nothing at all.

"H-Hey!" he shouted in surprise.

"If you really wanted to have some fun with us, all you gotta do is ask,"
the teenager said as he pushed open the door to the computer lab. The three
occupants of the room seemed to be aware of their arrival, for they have
ceased their anal play and was standing buck naked in the middle of the
room all sweaty and flushed as the pair made their entrance. "Look alive,
gang: we got ourselves a surprise guest, and I think he wants to join our
little game!" the teen announced as he strode into the room before clearing
up space on one of the computer tables and unceremoniously dumped Bobby's
meager body on top of it.

"Oof!" the air whooshed out of the young buck's chest when his back hit the
desk, "What the hell do you think you're doing, you faggot!?"

"Got quite a mouth ain'cha?" The evil grin on the teenager's face grew even
wider, "I like feisty kids like you. Wonder what else you got on offer
other than that big mouth of yours?"

With that, Lucas gripped both of Bobby's wrists with his powerful hands
before pulling down his jeans completely off of his legs in one swift
move. The little rebel was not wearing any underwear, and everything he had
to offer was in full display as the entire room could get a good look of
his throbbing mast standing proud amidst a few strands of pubic hair. He
expected jeers and mocking laughter over his vulnerable state, but he was
surprised to find what he got were gasps of awe instead as the other three
boys gathered around him to marvel at the young colt's modest erection.

"He already got hair on his crotch!" he heard the curly haired nerd gasped
in surprise.

"Lookit how big he is!" the little ginger peeped in turn, "Think he's as
big as you, Pablo?"

"Seems like it," the hispanic star grinned, "Maybe I should measure it to
see if he got me beat?"

Accompanied with a chorus of "Yeah, yeah, do it!" coming from the younger
kids, Bobby saw Pablo approaching him to come inspect his most taboo spot
opposite from the opposite side of where the large teenager was pinning him
down. The fact that he was helpless at his most vulnerable moment made his
anger bubbled up from deep within his belly, and the fact that it was the
kid he hated the most from school that's going to add more to his perceived
humiliation filled him with rage as his left leg kicked about in a futile
effort to instinctively get away. It did, however, find its mark by
accident and it even surprised himself that he managed to land a quick kick
on Pablo's barenaked belly that caused the hispanic boy to reel back a good
distance away.

"Oomph!" Pablo groaned as he tumbled backwards before regaining his
balance. He was grimacing in pain, and he held his belly in a place where
an angry red mark was now flaring up with both of his hands. For a second
Bobby felt a pang of guilt for what he did, before remembering that he was
supposed to use this chance to escape as he continued to squirm and break
free from Lucas' grip.

"Let go of me, asshole!" Bobby shouted, moments before he could feel his
arms being pushed down by the teenager and forcing him to painfully bent
over backwards over the surface of the computer desk. "Ow! Ow ow oww!" he
lamented, "S-Stop! Stop! Stop it!"

"Pablo, you okay?" the teenager looked at the Hispanic boy with concern.

"I'm fine!" his reply came with a small coughing fit, "It's okay! I'm fine!
Please stop that, Lucas! You're hurting him!"

Bobby saw the teenager turning his attention back to him before moving in
real close, the playful smile was gone as he gazed at the young colt with
murder in his eyes. The boy's bravado vanished in an instant as he
half-winced in pain and half-gulped in fright as he heard the teenager
growled straight into his ears. Despite of his very much naked appearance,
the teenager delivered his monologue in a way that convinced Bobby that he
had better shut his yap or there will be hell to pay as his scowl deepened
with every single word coming out of his mouth.

"Listen here you little shit," he began, "You're part of this the moment
you decided to stay and get your jollies off of watching other guys take it
up the ass instead of running away as fast as your scrawny little feet can
take you, so take that high and mighty shit up to somebody who cares! Now
you got two choices here. Either you choose play nice with the rest and
maybe you'll get to shoot your rocks off and have a good time, or you can
choose to keep being a little shit so I can shove a keyboard up your ass
and break it in half. Oh, and that is before I call up a bunch of guys
who'll fuck you so long and so hard, you can drive a bus up your gaping
asshole! Now I'm gonna let you go, and once I do, you're gonna make either
one of those choices and deal with it, you got that?"

True to his words, Lucas let go of the rebellious young colt and took a few
steps back before crossing his arms and looking at Bobby with a menacing
glare. For his part, the boy sat back up on the desk while massaging his
sore wrists, looking back and forth between the Hispanic boy and his two
munchkin attendants, the athletic fifteen year old who just read him the
riot act, and the wide open door of the computer lab. Two minutes ago
running past the computer lab and leaving all this craziness behind might
sound like a viable option, but he knew deep down that even if he was still
fully clothed without his dick hanging out for all to see he wouldn't take
that third option. His curiosity was already piqued, and there's no going
back now as he sighed to resign to his fate.

"Fine," Bobby said with a frown, "I'll play your stupid little game for
now."

"Good choice," Lucas said, still unsmiling as he nodded towards Pablo's
general direction, "Now apologise to Pablo."

"What!? Why do I have to-"

"You wanna know what a keyboard up your ass feels like?" the teenager gave
a cold glare before repeating his command, "Apologize."

If there is one thing he hated more than anything else, it was being told
what to do. It felt so strange to him that he was only now learning harsh
discipline when he was pantsless with his dick hanging out while surrounded
by equally naked boys of his peers, somehow knowing that it would not be
wise for him to challenge the sweaty, naked teenager who was glaring at him
right now. He swallowed his pride, turned to look at Pablo and his two
buck-naked buddies, and said in a low tone, "I'm sorry."

"What?" the teenager barked, the look on his face telling Bobby that he
better had something better than the half-hearted apology of he just
uttered.

"I'm sorry," Bobby repeated in a louder voice, no less insincere but
definitely defiant as he shot the teen a dirty look.

"It's, it's okay, Bobby," Pablo said, trying to defuse the situation, "You
just kinda surprised me is all."

"You know my name?" the revelation took the young buck aback as he turned
an inquisitive gaze towards the hispanic boy.

"Of course! You're Bobby Sanders, though I hear the younger kids call you
The Sandman," Pablo turned his gaze towards Jake and Jacob, both of whom
were hiding behind him as they each shot Bobby a cautious glare, "I also
hear that you like to cause trouble, and don't like hanging out with
anybody at school."

"Yeah well guess that turned out for the best didn't it, cuz it spared my
ass a pounding," the young colt gave a sarcastic chuckle at that.

"That's one way to look at it," Pablo shrugged, "Tell me, what do you think
about when you jerk off?"

"Big tits and loose pussies, what else? Unlike you fa-" Bobby caught
himself when he saw Lucas narrowing his eyes when he almost mentioned the
taboo word and hurriedly revised his sentence, "I-I mean, unlike you guys,
I don't have dicks and balls in my mind all day long."

"So then why did you take off your pants?"

The question came from the little redhead peeking his head from Pablo's
left side, which was followed by his curly haired companion peeking out
from Pablo's right. "Yeah," the curly haired boy chimed in, "If you don't
like seeing guys doing it, then why did you play with yourself while
peeking in on us?"

Once again the awkwardness of the situation fell on Bobby like a sack of
bricks as he failed to find the answer. The circumstances was not at all in
his favor, and he cursed his raging hormones for making him do something so
stupid in hindsight. "I-I don't gotta tell you shrimps nothing!" he scoffed
in anger, averting his gaze from their inquisitive eyes.

Embarrassed was not even close to describe how he felt right about now. He
was literally caught with his pants down, and whatever he said next felt
like he was just lying to save his own pride and ego from getting
bruised. The turmoil of confusion and rage consumed him so much that he
didn't notice Pablo walking up to him as he said, "You know what I think? I
think you just want to feel good, and not have to worry about whether or
not you're supposed to be thinking about big tits and loose pussies while
you're at it."

"What are you doing?" he wanted to move away, but Pablo was already between
Bobby's legs as he gazed up at the young rebel with a smile on his face.

"Try not to think about it too much and just enjoy it, okay?" the hispanic
boy said, and before Bobby could utter another word of protest, Pablo
opened his mouth to devour all that the brown-haired rebel had to offer in
between his legs.

Wait, dooooooonuuuuuh," he groaned as he felt his entire mast engulfed with
the kind of warmth and wetness he had never experienced before in his
entire life. The gooey feelings made him see stars as Pablo went to work on
his throbbing manhood, bobbing up and down with a gusto and licking all the
most sensitive part of the boy's glans. "Ooh ooh aah aagh," Bobby groaned
in excitement, instinctively reaching his hands up for Pablo's head moments
before he stopped himself out of hesitation.

The hispanic boy seemed to be able to read his mind however, and guided his
hands with his own onto the back of the handsome school star's head to
silently tell him that it was okay for him to follow his baser
instincts. Now that he had expressed permission from the fellater, all of
his inhibitions seemed to wash away and Bobby started pulling Pablo's head
in to demand that he sucked him even faster. The twelve year old boy was
more than happy to comply and doubled down on fellating the groaning boy,
bobbing so fast that his head was almost a blur as Bobby hissed and ran his
fingers all over Pablo's dark hair to show his appreciation. This being his
very first time on the receiving end of a blowjob and one from an expert at
that, the young buck couldn't hold himself back much longer as he felt the
familiar pressure rising up from his taut balls and arched his back while
pulling Pablo's head towards his groin as he shot his meager load into the
hispanic boy's mouth.

The young rebel could feel Pablo caressing his buttcheeks with both hands
as they puckered and jiggled with each wad of cum his cock shot into the
other boy's mouth. Five times Bobby pushed the dark-haired boy's head down
onto his loins before he finally let him go, slumping backwards to lie down
on top of the computer desk while panting and gasping for air after the
most satisfying climax he had ever experienced in his young life. Bobby
shuddered as he felt Pablo releasing his cock from his mouth and feeling
the tip of his tongue teasing his balls and glans, closing and opening his
eyes several times as if trying to convince himself this was not some sort
of wild wet dream he was having.

"How was it?" he heard Jake Sullivan chirped up, and Bobby doubted the
question was aimed at him for he heard his nerdy companion piped in
afterwards.

"Was it thick like Chuck's or Miguel's?" Jacob said.

"Well, not really," came Pablo's reply, "But he does have a lot of it, just
like those guys."

It didn't take long for Bobby to connect the dots and realize what they
were talking about. There was a part of him that felt so strange about
hearing these little brats discussing about the cum of another boy and two
adult men like they were discussing their favorite video games, but another
part of him felt a certain satisfaction from making the most popular boy in
school gulp down his boy batter in their entirety. It tickled his evil
bones in all of the right ways, and his prepubescent boner responded in
kind by slowly rising up in excitement over the whole ordeal.

"Hey look, he got hard again!" Jake's angelic voice rang out.

"Cool!" the nerd added in turn, "Hey Sandman, mind if we take our turn
now?"

He was too embarrassed to admit that he liked getting his dick blown by
other guys, so Bobby didn't say a word and merely gave a weak nod while
averting his gaze. The pair of imps saw right through him as he heard them
giggle in amusement, before he all of a sudden felt two wet sensations
kissing on his cock and balls that made him gasp aloud in surprise. "Oh
Jesus!" he exclaimed, and propped himself up on the desk to see what the
two little dorks were up to with his most precious family jewels.

What he saw were a pair of young cherubs expertly committing some
less-than-angelic deeds, as the ginger child licked and suckled on his
cockhead while his curly-haired friend nibbled and devoured his balls in
his small little mouth. The pair worked perfectly in sync with one another,
where Jacob would take over suckling on his glans while Jake licked along
the length of his mast and teasing his balls before trading roles to elicit
more groans of pleasure from the older boy. Before this Bobby would have
dismissed them as a pair of rugrats who knew nothing about anything, yet
here they were showing him that they at least knew everything there is to
know about servicing another guy's cock as they now both suckled on the tip
of his penis like a pair of hungry babies starving for milk.

Bobby hissed when Jake swallowed his cock whole into his small mouth, his
baby cheeks bulging as he did his best to swallow what he could while Jacob
nibbled and kissed the remaining length that Jake could not. Once again
Bobby sat upright and caressed the soft hairs of the two eager beavers with
his hands, and both of them rewarded his affection by doubling down on
their effort to make him cum. Bobby's head was spinning like a
merry-go-round on speed, the tingles of pleasure building up in his
immature loins as Jacob took up the duty of downing his boy cock while Jake
moved his head down to nibble and tease the lower parts of his balls and
perineum.

He was too busy silently complimenting the two little boys for a blowjob
well done, caressing their hair and pushing their heads down on his
genitals, that he only realized that someone was behind him when he felt a
warm body and a semi inflated penis pressing up against his back. Looking
back he saw Pablo's face greeting him with a friendly smile as the hispanic
boy wrapped his arms around his body and used his hands to tease his nipple
and caressed his belly. At any other time he would've decked the guy for
daring to touch his body without his permission like that, but considering
it was the same guy who had swallowed his cum he decided that he could
spare him a decking just for today as he sighed with enjoyment over the
combined treatment of the hands on his torso and the eager little mouths on
his genitals.

"What are you guys doing?"

Bobby's sexual high was dampened a bit when he recognized that voice and
turned to see Andrew Winfied staring at him while standing by the door to
the computer lab with the two equally naked figures of Adam Carlyle and his
ever present lackey Gabe Townsend on either side of him. He would have died
out of embarrassment if it wasn't for the fact that he was thoroughly
enjoying getting his cock and balls serviced by the two little kids and the
school's most popular student pinching on his boytits. As such, he really
could care less when Andrew's constant chubby companion perked up and
grinned when he recognized the star of the gangbang and exclaimed, "Hey
it's the Sandman!"

"Hey yeah it's him!" the ginger tubby chimed in, "I didn't know you were
into this kind of stuff!"

"Hunh, nuuh," Bobby sputtered gibberish as he tried to say something. His
reputation as a self-proclaimed rebel hinged on what he was going to say
next, yet nothing came to mind as the nimble fingers tweaking his teats and
little tongues swiping on his cock was not doing him any favors
whatsoever. Lucas, however, came to his rescue as the teen turned to regard
the newcomers with a devilish smile and offered his version of what was
going on.

"He caught Pablo and the gang having fun in the lab, and now they're trying
to buy his silence the best way they know how," Lucas spoke up as he winked
towards Bobby's direction and added, "Right, Pablo?"

"Yeah, that's about sums it up," he heard the hispanic boy spoke behind
him. It was not exactly the entire truth, but it was a version that Bobby
could live with.

Luckily for him neither of the two little kids slobbering on his junk were
up to the task to correct him, and that Gabe has the attention span of a
goldfish as the chubby blonde boy turned his attention towards the big
screen to exclaim, "Whoa cool! Is that the new `Dinkies'!? We're in this
one!"

"You are?" Adam said in excitement before adding, "Hey yeah, you are!
That's so cool!"

"It's kinda embarrassing to watch myself like this," Andrew said with a
blush.

"Hah, like you're one to talk, Drew!" the blonde chubby said as he looked
down on his older pal's groin, grinning over how the ten year old's sweat
and cum-glazed penis was slowly rising up in excitement.

The exchange was yet another conversation that brought even more questions
to Bobby's mind, but his brain was too jumbled up to form the proper words
as he groaned when Jake and Jacob decided to really go down on him with
renewed fervor. He spied the little ginger's hand was on the curly-haired
nerd and vice versa, both of them jerking each other off while they
slobbered and licked all over his wildly throbbing boyhood. Pablo was not
letting up on his treatment over his now incredibly sensitive boytits
either, and the triple assault was becoming more and more unbearable to
endure as the young rebel craved release more than anything else in the
world right now. He roamed his fingers all over the back of each child's
heads to demand they serviced his shaft with even more gusto, and when Jake
french-kissed Jacob with Bobby's cockhead lodged in between their lips, the
lewd sight of the two little boys was too much for him as he hollered out
loud while holding their heads down and climaxing into their conjoined
mouths.

The force of the cum spurting out of his pee slit and the way the two were
kissing each other made the initial blast missed its mark and stained their
flushed pink cheeks instead. Luckily Jacob's gamer instincts kicked in as
he pushed Jake off a bit to clamp his lips and took all of the older boy's
cum into his mouth, making Bobby hiss and shudder over the warmth and
sliminess of the curly-haired boy's lapping tongue. Seven times he shot
into the child's mouth and making Jacob's cheek bulge like a squirrel
carrying a load of nuts, before the child took his lips off of Bobby's cock
to seize his ginger pal into his arms and locked his lips with Jake's own,
grabbing the redhead's butt with his hands as he. furiously humped his
loins against his buddy's while sharing the young colt's nut juice back and
forth between their hungry little mouths.

Bobby watched in awe as Jacob mimicked his pal grabbing his ass and the two
little kids humped onto each other's groins into a bumpy dry climax,
groaning and huffing a muffled moan as they closed their eyes and savored
Bobby's boy batter between the two them. He never knew kids as young as
these brats could ever be sexually aware enough to pound their own puds let
alone doing what these two just did, and the sight of two deceptively
innocent-looking boys doing not so innocent things to each other excited
him to no end. Already his once limp dick was starting to fill up with
blood as it hardened to some degree as he watched the two boys broke their
kiss and panted while looking into each other's eyes dreamily, a fact that
was not lost on the hispanic boy he was leaning against who was now
stroking his chest and belly with great care.

"Wow, you're pretty quick to get it back up, huh?" Pablo said with a smile
on his face, "Then maybe you're ready to kick it up a notch."

Right when Bobby was wondering what in the world was he talking about the
handsome hispanic boy seized the young stallion's mast and stroked it with
one hand to elicit a joyous moan on his part. The twelve year old boy
tweaked and massaged the fleshy pole with great care until it was hard
enough to his liking, before he moved away to gently lay Bobby down on the
desk and arranged himself so that he was now squatting over his raging hard
on with the tip of the brown-haired boy's cock nudging against the puckered
hole of Pablo poop chute. In an instant Bobby knew what was going to happen
next, yet he was still taken aback when the other boy lowered himself down
to bury the entire length of Bobby's modest girth within the warm confines
of his love canals.

"Ooooh shit," the eleven year old rebel groaned as he experienced the very
first boypussy ever in his young life. The gooey, squishy depths of Pablo's
rectum was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and he shuddered
and whined while savoring the gooey feelings he got from the boy on top of
him gyrating his hips to and fro. He looked up to see the handsome star of
Pinewood Heights Elementary closed his eyes to savor the shaft piercing his
kiddie rectum while rocking his body back and forth, licking his lips and
scrunching his brows before opening his eyes to gaze down at the young
rebel with a contented smile.

"Ooh this is even better than I thought," he sighed to Bobby, "Okay, here
we go!"

Pablo didn't waste any time getting straight to the action as he lifted
himself up a little before slamming his ass back down onto Bobby's loins
and making the boy shudder with pure sexual delight. The eleven year old
colt was in heaven, and it didn't take too long of Pablo bouncing about on
Bobby's dong for nature to take its course when Bobby seized the older
boy's slim hips and started thrusting his cock up Pablo's pooper while
gasping and moaning all the way. Soon they settled for a pace that suited
them well, and both boys gave in to their baser instincts and started
rutting away like a pair of weasels to seek pleasure from each other's
immature bodies.

Bobby could feel his entire body tingling as he fucked Pablo's ass with the
kind of vigor and lust only a hormonally charged young male could ever
muster, arching his hips upwards to meet each and every downward stroke
Pablo was making to slam his nuts against the older boy's pert, hairless
buttcheeks. Pablo in turn rewarded his efforts by planting his sneakers on
either side of Bobby's torso to provide support so he can bounce on Bobby's
cock even faster, moaning with delight while licking his lips as he savored
the delicious feeling of the young buck's penishead tickling his prostate
over and over again. The computer desk creaked loud to each and every
thrust of the two sexed up young boys copulating on top of it as if
threatening to give way, but neither one of them paid it any mind for the
only thing they can focus on was the pursuit of their mutual climaxes.

Which was why Bobby didn't notice when a large pair of hands lifted his
legs up and pushed them up with nary any effort whatsoever. He only sensed
something was up when Pablo took hold of and pinned his legs underneath his
armpits while a kind of wetness rubbed on and across his exposed anus, and
he looked up past the Hispanic boy's left shoulder to see Lucas looming
right behind the happily bouncing lad. He only managed to put two and two
together when he felt a kind of pressure invading past the rings of his
exposed hole, and by then it was already too late as he gasped out loud
when he sensed what felt like a telephone pole was being shoved up his
butt.

"Aaaaghh!" he shouted, "W-What the fuck is that!?"

"Well what do you think, wise guy?" the teenager grinned as he let out a
contented sigh, sinking more of his dick into Bobby's unguarded ass.

"No no no! T-Take it out! Take it out!" he wailed out loud, though despite
of the burning pain in his poor bum he still remained hard and raring to go
with Pablo bouncing on his own cock.

"See, we only got one rule around here: you only get as much as you give,"
Lucas' eyes twinkled with an evil glee, "And as far as I can see, all
you've been doing since you got here is getting some, haven't you? Now it's
time for you to pay the bills, and let me tell you right now: it ain't
cheap."

"Noooo," Bobby lamented as the gravity of his situation dawned on him at
last. He imagined that the worst is going to happen, that the teenager's
large girth is going to tear everything inside of him up before the stiff
fleshy mast popped out of his throat. At least, that's what it felt like to
him when more of the mature dong sank into his depths and making him feel
like a stuffed Thanksgiving turkey.

His panic must have been more obvious than he thought as Pablo lowered his
face down to his level and caressed his cheeks without once neglecting his
duty of bouncing on the young buck's throbbing erection. "Don't worry,
Lucas is just messing with you for what happened earlier, " the twelve year
old boy whispered, "He always takes it easy on first-timers no
matter. Trust me, you're gonna love this!"

He normally hated to be talked down like a little kid like this, but there
was something in the gentle manner of which Pablo spoke that made him relax
a little, which in turn caused his anal muscles to relax as well and
allowed the turgid invader to push in even deeper than before. While Pablo
cooed into his ears and soothed him with words of encouragement, Bobby felt
Lucas bottoming out as his pubic hair nestled snugly against his upturned
asscrack. Right when it did, a dash of lightning struck his entire being as
he could feel the tip of the teenage cock touching a spot deep inside of
him that sent tingles all over his body.

"Heh, so you're still a virgin huh? I thought guys with a look like yours
should be used to something like this," Lucas chuckled as he gyrated his
hips to elicit another groan from Bobby.

"Stop teasing him, Lucas," Pablo huffed while bouncing his ass on the
brown-haired boy's dick, "He said he was sorry already, didn't he?"

"Hey I didn't mean anything by it," the teenager grinned in turn, "Like I
said, I promised him a good time if he behaved, and I'm about to make good
on my promise." With that said, Lucas carefully moved his hips back a
little bit before slowly thrusting back into the loosened caverns of the
self-proclaimed young rebel pinned down underneath Pablo. Bobby let out a
loud yelp as he could feel the pain of being penetrated by a large cock was
balanced out with the pleasure of said cock's head nudging against the
magic spot in his belly, and he was torn between the two as Lucas started
to pick up speed and punched the insides of Bobby's rectum with his rigid
cock even faster and harder.

Stuck between the pleasure of having his cock pumping in and out of another
boy's ass while another, much larger teenage dick was pumping in and out of
his ass, Bobby tossed his head from side to side while chanting a litany of
gibberish out of his mouth. With each forceful thrust he could feel the
last of his anal resistance gave way to allow Lucas unrestricted access
into his love canal, and the teenager let go of all restraints and started
working on Bobby's quivering hole properly. Their timing was erratic at
first, but both Pablo and Lucas came to a silent agreement when they
settled for a mutual rhythm that allowed them to bang the eleven year old
they were pinning down with all their might and caused him to wail like a
fire engine as he surrendered his body to the two more experienced boys.

If the joints of the desk were creaking before, they were positively
whining right now as the computer desk shook about while trying to support
the weight of three lust-driven boys fucking each other like wild animals
on top of it. However they were drowned out by the whines and whimpers of
the brown-haired young rebel stuck between the two boys diligently working
on his dick and ass like they were the last they'll ever see, fucking and
bouncing so fast and so hard beads of sweat broke out on their smooth
hairless skins to roll down and drip onto the surface of the desk and
floor. The way the teenager's dick repeatedly punched against his guts made
his own cock throb hard with each downstroke, and the warm, gooey confines
of Pablo's ass sent shivers down his spine each time the handsome Hispanic
boy slammed his ass against his loins.

That familiar pressure was building up in his taut balls once again, and
Bobby knew it wouldn't be long before he would be desperate for release as
he roamed his hands all over Pablo's bare torso. The twelve year old seemed
to understand what he needed, for he craned his neck to gaze at his
co-conspirator with a wide smile before leaning down to embrace the moaning
boy underneath him and bounced his butt off of Bobby's crotch even
faster. Lucas took his cue from the ever talented star of the school,
seized Bobby's hips with his large hands, and slammed against his rectum to
thrust harder and pillaged even deeper into the no longer virgin
anus. Helpless under the whims of his two violators, Bobby could do nothing
but cry out loud as the last few thrusts of Lucas's massive teenage cock
sent him careening over the edge, and he held on to Pablo's sweaty body
tight as the tinges of pleasure washed over him when he came for the second
time in a row that afternoon.  Ropes of thin and clear fluid shot out of
Bobby's piss slit to coat the walls of Pablo's innards while the hispanic
boy continued to bounce on his modest young prick, milking his immature
dick for all that he was worth as he too felt his impending orgasm building
up while hugging the bucking young colt close. Bobby's cock head punched
against Pablo's prostates one time too many as the handsome hispanic boy
gasped and moaned when his own manhood shot out his modest load, staining
their conjoined wet chests and bellies with his sticky male
discharge. Lucas joined in on the pair when he felt the brown-haired boy's
anal muscles contract involuntarily, letting out a frustrated roar as he
pumped several more times into the upturned butt before tensing up and
injecting gallons upon gallons of his seed into the eleven year old boy's
moist rectum.

Seven times the teenager shot his guns up his ass and seven times Bobby's
body jerked around as the teenager slammed hard against his buttcheeks with
each shot. Bobby had never felt so full in his entire life, not even when
his mother gave him those enemas when he got a case of a particularly bad
flu. Right as he wondered if Lucas was ever going to stop filling him up
with his loads teenage juice, the older male settled down long enough
before withdrawing his cock from his hole with a loud pop and caused the
boy to shudder with an "Uungh!" when he felt the engorged penishead exiting
his chute. He could feel a river of cum flowing out of his distended
asshole, and all of a sudden there was this terrible empty feeling in the
pits of his stomach that half made him wished Lucas had kept his dick
plugging up his asshole.

Weakened from his intense fuck session, Bobby could do nothing but lay
underneath Pablo as the hispanic boy let go of his legs and lay on top of
him while breathing in a heavy manner. On a normal day he would've hated to
be lying chest to chest against the boy whose very existence was enough to
make him feel inferior, but so far this day has not been anything close to
normal and thus he did not feel any of the special kind of hatred that he
had reserved specifically for Pablo. Instead, he ended up studying the
curls of his dark hair, the shape of his perfect nose, and the full lips on
his handsome face that strangely made his heart skipped a beat and, much to
his dismay, caused his penis still stuck in Pablo's warm caverns to slowly
rise up to the occasion once more.

This fact was not lost on the twelve year old boy as he gave a weak smile
and looked up to Bobby's face and said, "Wow! You came twice already and
you still ready for a third helping? You really are something, Sandman!"

"No way, he's hard again?" chuckled Lucas, "Gotta admit, kiddo: you're
really putting my ego in check right about now!"

"Sh-Shut up," Bobby gave a low growl, too weak to feign anger as he averted
his gaze from the two to distract himself from his hardening cock. This
turned out to be a mistake however, for the sights he saw around the room
was only making his cock throb even harder within the confines of Pablo's
poop chute.

On the floor right next to them was Andrew and the two chubby little
munchkins who were gasping onto each other's faces as the freckle-faced boy
lay them on top of one another to fuck one boy up the ass before switching
to the other. Despite being scrawny and possessing a figure that Bobby
deemed to be very much `girly' in his all too masculine point-of-view, at
the moment he was displaying a kind of raw machismo that the young rebel
never thought he would be capable of doing. As he jammed his cock up a
groaning Adam's ass and kissed his best buddy Gabe in the mouth, Bobby was
starting to wonder if their sexual act was still gay if they looked so
manly while doing it.

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard loud slurps from the
other side of the desk, and he switched his gaze to watch the curly-haired
nerd and his ginger pal locked in a sixty-nine on the floor while bobbing
their heads on each other's modest pricklet. Each of the boys had a drunken
look on their faces while going to town on each other's loins, slobbering
all over their hairless genitals and shuddering with each downstroke of the
other's puckered lips. The way they looked so comfortable with each other
while performing the naughty deeds somehow filled him with a twinge of
envy, a fact that was not lost on Pablo as he gently tapped on the boy's
chest and said, "You gotta stop thinking thinking too much about it,
y'know?"

"What?" the young buck shot him a look.

"This whole thing about messing around with other guys, I mean," Pablo said
while resting his chin on Bobby's chest, "My uncle Miguel told me that if
you spend too much time thinking about it, you won't have any time left to
enjoy it. We're just doing what feels good for each other. Nothing else
matters. So try not to think too much and just have fun with it, okay?"

As much as he hated getting lectured by the perfect model student of
Pinewood Heights Elementary, Pablo was surprisingly making so much sense
right about now that he couldn't find a single comeback to mouth off
with. Or maybe it was because their naked, sweaty bodies were pressed
against each other while his own hardening cock was lodged up the handsome
hispanic boy's ass that rendered him a mute. Either way, he knew that the
right choice was to keep his big mouth shut as Pablo carefully mounted off
both him and the desk before saying, "I'll be right back. Don't go
anywhere."

His response was a snort of disdain, knowing full well he had nowhere to go
now that he has been stripped down of all but his sneakers and drenched in
sweat and sex juices all over. Still, he knew better now than to reply with
a sarcastic comeback and point out the obvious to the Hispanic boy, who
returned to reward Bobby's silence with the naked, sweating body of a
grinning Jake Sullivan. The twelve year old was carrying the little redhead
like he would a little baby, cradling him in both arms and nuzzling his
cheek with his nose to make the child giggle even more as Bobby heard Pablo
said, "You ready, Jakey?"

"Yah," the ginger kid nodded, and he was once again taken to a fit of
giggles as Pablo placed both hands underneath the little boy's armpits to
raise him up to the desk and aligned his cute, winking little starfish
against the tip of Bobby's throbbing cock.

If he hadn't known any better, Bobby would've raised some concerns over how
such a small child could possibly take his large dick up his tiny little
pooper. All the things he saw today, however, rendered him unsurprised when
the little kid slid down his meat pole to bottom out on his loins while
moaning and lolling his small tongue like a dog in heat. The warmth and
tightness of the young pup's anus was incredible, and a switch was flipped
in Bobby's mind as he slapped Pablo's hands away, seized Jake by the
armpits, and started thrusting his hips upwards to impale the ginger cherub
on his throbbing penis.

"Nnnh nnngh nnngh nnngh," the child elicited a series of excited moans as
his small body was bounced around on the young buck's lap. Bobby held him
tight as he slid off the desk and stood up, carrying the little redheaded
boy along as if he weighed next to nothing and proceeded to slam his aching
loins against his quivering buttocks in rapid succession. Jake hung on for
dear life as Bobby continued to assault his poor fanny, hugging the older
boy tight while savoring the intruding shaft punching up his kiddie
prostate repeatedly to send delicious tingles all over his small frame.

Everything about fucking little Jakey excited Bobby, from the way he whined
to the way he shivered and shook to each thrust of his throbbing penis. In
fact, the redhead's whines of joy were only eclipsed by another boy's
verbal complaints, as Bobby turned to see Pablo had bent Jacob in half and
was gleefully stabbing his upturned bubble butt with his modest girth. The
sideway glance Pablo gave him acted as an open invitation, and Bobby did
not hesitate to walk on over while still fucking the redheaded child on his
lap before laying him down next to his curly-haired pal.

The two angelic little boys moaned in unison and tossing their heads from
side to side as Bobby hammered into Jake's smooth bubble butt while Pablo
knelt right next to give Jacob the same treatment. He could feel that the
more he pummelled the sweaty redhead's poor abused fanny the more his
reason slowly slipped away from him, and when he saw the little ones
reached over for each other and locked their lips in a deep passionate
kiss, he could feel the last remnants of that reason went flying out the
window as he thrusted into Jake even faster and harder. He didn't even give
a second thought when Pablo's hand reached for him to turn his head and
seek his mouth, the two older boys imitating the younger ones as their
tongues swirled about in each other's mouth and their lips smacking about
in a sloppy kiss.

From that point on the orgy only grew more and more frantic as Bobby took a
turn from one sexed up boy to the next one down the line. He remembered
filling up Jakey's pert little ass with what felt like gallons upon gallons
of his cum, before Andrew came up from behind him and slip his dick up his
ass. He remembered that he fucked Gabe to a bumpy climax and suckled on
Adam's plump boytits while the chubby kid sobbed tears of orgasmic joy, and
he clearly remembered that he finally took his revenge on Lucas as he
fucked and came in the teenager's warm, moist canals, all while the older
male was fucking a groaning Pablo to his fourth climax of the day.

The rest became a veritable blur for Bobby, as the group changed partners
so fast that he barely had enough time to register who was doing
what. There was always a cock to suck, an ass to fuck, and a mouth to kiss
as the whole room was filled with the moans of horny young boys and the wet
smacks of skin slapping against sweaty skin, interspersed with the
occasional creaking desks when someone decided to be more adventurous with
their coupling. In the end, he remembered roaring in frustration as he shot
his last remaining load into Andrew's quivering asshole, shaking like a
leaf as he filled the rich kid's rectum with his cum before collapsing onto
a heap of sweaty, naked pile of boy bodies.

The smell of sweat, sex, and boyish musk invaded Bobby's nostrils as Andrew
lay on top of him, gasping and panting and dripping a mixture of sweat and
cum all over his naked chest. Jake cooed as he cuddled him on his left
while Gabe sighed on his right side with Pablo's cock still lodged deep
inside of his rectum. Bobby had never dreamed that a day would come where
he would be fucking the crap out of the asses of the kids he disliked in
Pinewood Elementary, yet here he was lazing about amidst their sweaty naked
bodies while all of their cum trickled out of his own asshole like a small
stream.

As he turned to his left to see the tired, dreamy smile of Pablo's sleeping
face, Bobby came to the conclusion that perhaps this dead-end cul-de-sac in
the middle of nowhere was not as hopeless as he had initially thought it
was. There were at least ten things he hated about Pinewood Heights, and he
knew that list will only grow larger and larger as each passing day he
would find something new to be angry about. Still, he had found at least
seven reasons that made this place a little bit more bearable, and
something told him that that list will only grow larger and larger as the
clear days of summer vacation continues onward.

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