Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2020 04:09:56 +0000 From: butters2020 Subject: The Cornfield, gay, high school Nifty isn't free to maintain. It needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Consider giving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The following is 100% made up. If you liked the story, I'd love to know it. Feel free to send feedback to butters2020@protonmail.com. If you didn't like it, I'd hate to know it, so send that feedback to someone else. The Cornfield By Butters2020 "Hey Blake!" Sixteen-year-old Blake Price put his trig textbook in his locker and closed the door. He looked down the hall where his friend Nate was jogging toward him. "Sup?" he said, exchanging a fist bump with the senior. "Is it okay if my brother uses your grandfather's farm this weekend?" Blake smirked. "Scarecrow initiation?" Nate nodded. "I can't believe that's still a thing at the middle school. We thought we were so cool when we went through it." Blake laughed. "I know. Not as cool as when we put other kids through it, though." If Nate only knew about the changes Blake had made to the initiation in the last year he'd freak the fuck out. "Yeah, as far as I know, there's no reason they can't use the farm. I'll call my grandpa and tell him some friends will be hanging out in the cornfield, so he doesn't have a heart attack or call the cops if he sees anyone out there. He probably won't even notice. The field's perfect for it. Hasn't been mown in a couple months." "Great. I'll tell Luke." "When are they gonna be there? So I can make sure Grandpa doesn't bother them." "Saturday, probably around four. They'll be back at midnight to let the victims go." *** Blake crouched down in the tall weeds, confident he was unseen. Thirty yards away Nate's brother Luke, 13, and clearly in charge, led six other boys, all roughly the same age, to the wooden gate that led from the old alfalfa fields to where corn used to grow, back when the farm was a working concern. Two of the boys were trying not to look nervous and failing. Luke led them to the gate. One of them, a brown-haired boy, looked to be around twelve. The other, blonde, looked 13, but may have been a more mature 12-year-old. They were obviously the initiates. They stood at the gate facing the other five boys. Luke said, "Okay little scarecrows this is your last chance to back out." The two boys at the gate shook their heads. Two boys from the pack behind Luke broke away, each walking to one of the initiates. They produced ropes and burlap sacks. The two initiates were each led to opposite gate posts. Their arms were tied behind them, then another piece of rope secured them snugly to the fenceposts. Finally, each boy had the burlap sack draped over his head. Another piece of rope tied the sack loosely around their neck, not tight enough to restrict airflow, just enough to keep the sack from falling off. When the boys were tied to the gate Luke said, "There's nothing hard about it. All you have to do is survive until midnight. There aren't any bears or wolves or anything to worry about." "What about coyotes?" The brown-haired boy said. Even though they were thirty yards away Blake had no problem hearing him through the sack. "Okay, maybe coyotes," Luke conceded. "But the only thing you really have to worry about is The Maycomb Scarecrow. This is the anniversary of the night of HIS initiation. Some kids from Maycomb High School brought him out here and tied him to this very fence post, fifty or sixty years ago. But they were killed in a car crash on the way home. No one knew he was here. So, no one ever came back for him and he starved to death. They finally found his skeleton months later, still tied to the fence. Every year on the anniversary of his death, he comes out of the woods, seeking revenge on those who killed him. If he sees anyone tied to the fence, he figures they are making fun of the way he died, and he takes out his anger on them." "Aw, that's bullshit," The blond said. "Maybe. If you're still here at midnight, we'll know. See you in eight hours." Luke and the other boys left. Blake stayed hidden in the weeds, making sure they didn't double back. After a few minutes the brown-haired boy said, "Do you reckon they're going to come back and try to scare us? Making scarecrow noises and shit?" "Probably." "You really think they're gonna make us stay out here till midnight?" "I don't know. I hope not. I can't stand here that long. My arms are already starting to get sore." "Wonder if we can slide down to the ground and sit." "What if we have to piss?" Brown Hair laughed and said, "If the Maycomb Scarecrow comes out of those woods I won't have to worry about pissing, trust me." Blake wasn't bored waiting. He took advantage of the time to scope out the two boys. Both of them were wearing jeans and t-shirts. The blond was taller. The brunette's jeans were snugger. After half an hour Blake stood up and stretched. He strolled over to the two boys, not bothering to mask his approach. "Oh no!" the brown-haired boy said, in feigned distress. "It's the Maycomb Scarecrow. He's come to get his revenge!" The blonde laughed. "We're doomed! Jeez you guys, is that the best you got?" Blake stopped when he was a couple of feet in front of the hooded boys. "What are they doing?" Blondie asked. "I dunno," Brownie said. Blake walked up to Brownie and ran his finger down the boy's t-shirt covered chest. The bound boy gasped and recoiled. "You okay, Richie?" the other boy asked. "Yeah. They're just trying to scare me." Blake ignored their chatter. His finger continued down the boy's chest, over his abdomen, to his waistband, then over his belt where it paused. He pulled the end of the belt from the loop in the jeans, then used both hands to unbuckle it. "Hey!" Brownie protested. Blake put his hands over the burlap sack where he figured the boy's mouth was. He was a little rougher than he meant to be, but it got the boy's attention. He shut up. "Richie?" the other boy didn't sound as sure of himself as he did before. the brown-haired boy, now known to Blake as Richie, was unable to answer with Blake's hand pushing the rough material against his mouth. Satisfied that the boy would keep quiet, Blake once again used both of his hands to undo the boy's belt. It was then easy to open the button securing the fly of his jeans and lower the zipper. Richie didn't cry out, but he did gasp loud enough for the other boy to hear. Blake pulled the janes down to the boy's knees exposing his white briefs. The boy whimpered. "Richie what's happening?" Blake cupped Richie's balls thru his underwear and gave a threatening squeeze. The twelve-year-old got the message and he replied to his friend with another whimper. Blake pulled the briefs down to join the jeans at the boy's knees. It was all he could do to keep from whimpering himself, but with lust, not fear. The boy was perfect. His two-inch dick hung below a scattering of pubic hair. The scrotum hung lower than he expected. There wasn't a hair on it. Though his balls had dropped, they were still small, not quite as big as grapes. Still, the presence of pubes gave him hope that the boy was capable of producing cum. First though he had to get him hard. The boy was circumcised. Pity. Even so, his little cocklet was beautiful. Blake grasped it between his thumb and forefinger. Richie gasped again. "Please," he said. "Don't hurt me." The other boy was crying softly. The unknown is a scary thing. Blake wanted to tell Richie that he had no intention of hurting him. But he didn't dare say a word. Better to show him than tell him. He got on his knees and put his nose up to the boy's crotch and inhaled. God, the scent of pubescent boy was such a turn-on. His own cock filled with blood. He stuck out his tongue and licked the head of the boy's dick once, twice, three times. With his other hand he gently caressed the boy's balls. Richie moaned. Blake kept licking the boy's dick which responded to his ministrations. When the penis was fully hard, it pointed up at a 40-degree angle, twitching with his heartbeat. This kid was going to be hung. Only two inches soft, it was close to five when hard. He gave the head one final lick then sucked it into his mouth. Richie groaned and thrust his hips forward. Blake allowed the boy to fuck his mouth. He caressed the small balls with his left hand and rand his right hand over Richie's chest, pinching his little nipples into hardness. "Unnh!" "Richie?" "Oh shit!" "Richie!" Blake felt the boy's cock harden even more in his mouth. The balls in his hand were no longer hanging loose but had drawn up. He gave them a gentle squeeze just as the twelve-year-old gave a final thrust. "OH MY GOD!" The throbbing cock in Blake's mouth spit the boy's watery seed onto his tongue. He held it as a second spurt joined the first. When the boy's balls gave all the had, Blake finally swallowed the precious gift. He left him there with his jeans and briefs at knee level, his dick still twitching, then went to the blond boy who was so worried about his friend. Blake put his hands on the boy's shoulders and pushed him against the gate. The older boy screamed in response. Blake intended to turn those screams into squeals. His own cock was so hard it hurt. He needed relief. He pinched the boy's tits through his t-shirt. "N-no." the boy whispered. For the first time Blake spoke. "Yes," he whispered into the side of the burlap sack, next to the boy's ear. Unlike with Richie he took Blondie's jeans and underwear all the way off. He glanced over at Richie. He was recovering from his boygasm. His dick was no longer hard, but his balls were still hugging his body. His breathing had returned to normal. "Hey Richie," Blake said. The boy jerked his head around. After a second's hesitation he said, "Yeah?" "What's your friend's name?" "Kevin." "is he older or younger than you? Or the same age?" "Older. He's 13. I'm 12." "That's what I thought," Blake said. "You ever seen him naked?" "No!" "So you don't know that he's got a baby dick then." Kevin tried to raise his right knee to cover his crotch. "Shut up!" he said. Blake ignored him. "Not a single hair. And you should see how small it is. Little baby dick. Little baby balls. He's older than you but your dick is huge compared to his." "Really?" Scared as he was Richie couldn't keep the pride out of his voice. "Really." Blake slapped Kevin's raised knee out of the way. He spit on his fingers and played with the little one incher. Maybe the kid was too scared, but Blake couldn't coax a boner out of him. He said, "I'm gonna suck it now, Richie. See if I can get him hard." He noticed that Richie's dick twitched when he said that. For the second time he got on his knees. He was able to suck both the dick and balls into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the head of the tiny cocklet which finally responded. When he backed away it was sticking straight out but was now only as big as Richie's was when soft. He shared that information with both boys, adding, "I don't think he can even squirt." He stood up again. "But I can." He reached into pocked and took out a small bottle of lube. He took off his own jeans and stepped out of them. "Know what I'm gonna do, Richie?" "Nuh uh." "I'm gonna fuck him." "No, mister!" Keven yelped. Richie's dick shot up to full boner again. "Yeah," he half whispered. Blake squirted lube onto his palm and rubbed it over his six-inch cock. He wasn't Captain Tripod but it got the job done. He stepped up to Keven and pushed him up against the fence. "Please!" Blake grabbed the boy's legs and using the fence for support lifted the boy, draping his knees over his elbows up until his ass was exposed. "I've got my cock pointed at his asshole, Richie. Should I stick it in?" "Richie, no!" Kevin squeaked. "It's up to you, Richie," Blake lied. Richie pushed his hips forward, fucking nothing, reaching for a mouth or ass that wasn't there, his dick twitching again. "Do it," he said, softly. "I didn't hear you." "DO IT!" Blake pushed forward, and the head of his cock pushed against Kevin's rosebud. Kevin groaned. "Unnnn! Oh my god you're killing me!" Blake pushed harder until he passed the sphincter, then both of them groaned. "Oh shit, Richie. His ass feels so good around my cock. When your friends set you free, you should make him your bitch. I bet you'd love fucking his boy pussy." Kevin kept grunting as Blake continued to fuck him. "I think he likes it, Richie. His little cock is so hard right now. Do you like it Kevin?" "Unh" "You want me to play with your dick while I fuck you?" "Oh man," Richie said, still fucking the air, desperate for someone to help him get off again. It wasn't easy, holding the boy up while he was fucking him, but Blake managed to rub his fingertip along the head of the boy's micropeen. "Ohhhh!" Kevin said. "Hear that, Richie? Think he's gonna cum?" It wasn't clear if Kevin came but Blake did. With a loud grunt he emptied his balls in the thirteen-year- old's ass, nearly dropping him as he did. Once he was spent he set Kevin down and pulled up his pants, leaving his belt unbuckled. Richie said, "Mister, I gotta nut! Make me cum again. Suck me again. Please!" Blake wanted to. God this kid had a perfect cock. He walked over to Richie and whispered, "Not today, kid." He pulled up Richie's briefs and jeans. The boy growled in frustration. "Give me your number," Blake said. "Why?" "Cuz you're gonna get a text telling you where to go to get off again. That's why." While the boy was giving Blake his phone number, thirty yards away, kneeling in the weeds, Luke wiped the cum from his hand onto the grass, then tucked his dick back into his pants. Richie had no idea who'd given him a blowjob, but Luke did. And unless Blake wanted Nate to know about it, Luke figured he ought to get one, too.