Baseball Boys and other Toys

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Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story.

1 Chapter 1
2 Chapter 2
3 Chapter 3
4 Chapter 4
5 Chapter 5
6 Chapter 6
7 Chapter 7
8 Chapter 8
9 Chapter 9
10 Chapter 10

[edit] Chapter 1

A trilogy of boyfun 'wakenings that give a new meaning to the 'postgame show'.

JT was long time buds with Tommy. Both of them grew up running the bases at all the local ballfields and sandlots. Both played in youth league and intramurals in middle school. Both were 'naturals'. Coaches begged JT to 'come out' for the teams in school and in the area leagues in summer, but, like so many kids with super talent, JT didn't follow it up. The sad thing was he could hit better than most, and for distance, too. Also, he could play every position with equal prowess.

Tommy did follow through and became an All Star centerfielder, .400 hitter and 17 home runs as a sophomore, while JT watched his bud from either the stands during formal games, or the team bench in practices and non-league games.

They were together in JT's den after a practice with some sodas at the gulp and JT kept talking about the 'cunt' that ogled Tommy when he did 'anything' or....nuthin'. "Yeh, and dat hot one in history was 'ere today, too, and you wanna hear her..."Oooooh, isn't Tommy soooooo c-u-t-e," they both laughed. Tommy not so boisterously...weakly almost....and mostly a bit shy.

The kids had a little sex'perience, well, JT did. Tommy had 'fooled around' a little with girls....mostly slap and tickle. When they were just out of elementary school, they had even explored a little with each other. Nothing much...they did a little JO together behind the garage once, making like they was just gonna see who could shoot the furthest. JT had started it all when he was the first of them to 'cum' back in 5th grade. Later, in each of their rooms after school they had gotten into 'helping each other out' with some mutual pud pullin'. A big deal had been who made the other get up to get the tissues to clean up the mess on themselves and the beds.

Back to the present, JT had gotten a couple of the local talent to 'down' his peter. He was even starting to get the rep amongst the girls that if you 'go with JT, you're gonna be suckin' dick.' JT wore it like the badge of honor it was. Bashful, shamy Tommy knew it, admired his bud for it too, but just couldn't follow the lead for all his embarrassings.

They were sitting feet up, sneaks off side by side on the couch with the sports channel on. JT slapped and gripped Tom's thigh when he said, "Man, this talk about whatcha know them girls is thinkin' when they goo goo after yuh, makes me horny....you, too?"

Tommy was far away for the moment, and JT, sat up and turned to him snapping his fingers, "Hey studboy, whut'sup. I'm talking horns and cunt here...and I feel like I'm all alone."

Tommy shook his head at the finger snap, and heard the last of what JT said, saying,"Oh, hey, sorry dude. I was just .... well, after practice today, Tim and Paul got cut fum the team....they weren't super, but were pretty steady. I liked them both a lot....but I guess they really weren't as good as the guys that did make it."

JT was a little annoyed..."Okay...so they got cut. What'd they do?"

"Last I saw when I was headin' fer the shower, they were both draggin' ass toward the coach's office," said Tommy.

JT blurted out, "You think they sucked him to get back on the team?" and they both laughed out loud at that.

But JT leaned back now against the back of the couch and menacingly grip-whipped his jeans shrouded boy meat and said, "I would sure like somebody to suck me."

Silence.

Tom stared ahead at the never-ending highlights of the previous night's games, grounding his butt a little deeper into the couch cushion.

JT slipped a hand to Tommy's thigh, gently this time. Tommy didn't budge or flinch. He was used to JT's 'touchy' kind of manner. He was always touching when he was talking with others.

His palm worked back and forth a couple inches each way up and down above the pocket area. "Whutta yuh say, Tommy?" JT asked matter'a factly.

"Huh," Tommy jerked out of his trance again, "whut?"

"I s-a-i-d," JT stretched out the word, " I sure would like somebody to suck me like Paul and Tim did for the coach."

Tommy just smirked and said, " I didn't say they blowed coach...they just went to see him."

"Well....you could...." JT's voice trailed.

Tommy, more attentive now said, "I could whut?"

Gripping and whipping at his meat, JT said, "You, my dude...YOU, could help out yer horny as fuck bud here, like we used tuh."

Tommy was almost never thinking with his dick like JT was, and just smiled saying, "Get laid!" and shoved JT's hand off his thigh.

"Hmmmmm...good idea...I like yur kinda thinkin' man," JT pursued, putting the rejected hand up behind his bud's neck now in a soft grip....adding a little downward pressure and a jerk. Tommy's head moved front and down a bit till he shook it, and elbowed at JT's arm alongside his own.

"Come on, man....help yur bud, Tommy....I need yuh help today, dude....I n-e-e-e-e-d you to help me out like yuh never did before," his hand squeezing the back of Tommy's bending neck.

Tommy tried to straighten up and said, "Come on JT...we....I don't...."

JT persisted pressing harder...."Pleeeeze Tommy....this once man....we buds....it's just us, man....please help me....you know I'd always help you."

Tommy's will was...well... JT gently but strongly eased Tommy's face right down onto his jeans-front right to the spot where he was gripping his cock with his other hand. Tommy was strained across and into JT's lap, the trunk of his frame twisted 'round. The breath he held while he strained, expelled and his lips laid to his bud's meat. JT shivered when he felt the buddy-lip touch and the heat of his breath through his jeans.

He temporarily relaxed hold on his pal's neck, and Tommy instinctively strained to get back up again, which re-energized JT, who pressed harder again. He planted Tommy's face on his jeans, and he started to move the kid's face around, and rock left and right, while renewing his pleas and trying to guilt-play Tommy. "C'mon, Tommy boy....you and me....always buds....doin' fer each other....helping....pleeeeease buddy...pleeeeese!" he was really begging now. A new corner turned when he gently hunched his crotch up against Tommy's face once....then again....then three more quick-ruts. He had pulled Tommy's right hand over the spot that was forming on his jeans, and then pushed one of Tom's fingers into the boy's own mouth. Now he pulled the kid's face over the wet spot... the aroma of boyfuck wafted up into Tommy's nostrils....

JT worked open his button and fly. He pushed down the waistband of his boxers till it was rumpled under Tom's neck. The hand at Tommy's neck slid into his t-shirt and rubbed the teen's naked skin underneath. Tommy shivered with the feel as JT turned Tom's face right to his now bared cockroot.

Tommy's lips touched the molten heat of teencock for the first time. In extremely slow moves JT maneuvered Tommy's lips up the underside of the velvety soft skin-covered boyrod.

Tom's face movement freed JT's cockhead which now relentlessly snaked out from under the jeans flyflap and Tommy's upward moving lips approached JT's s-o-o-o-o sensitive tingle spot. JT jumped with a start with the first touch there of Tom's lips. JT took some moments to recover. He actually thought he shot! He was so glad he didn't, and then inched a forefinger in between Tommy's lips. He pressed into his buddy's tongue. It felt soooo hot! He felt Tommy's spitty tongue come up 'round his finger! He curled his other fingers under his cockhead....and as he shifted his butt to angle his steeled peter more comfortably.... JT's cock slipped through his fingers like a pool cue through finger and thumb.

As JT slipped his forefinger back, Tommy's formerly finger-curling tongue wrapped around the side of JT's 6" cock for the first time ever.

JT shuddered. He quivered and chicken-skinned.

Maybe Tommy suddenly 'got' what was happening and lurched back, but JT held him fast and then with massaging rubs to the back of Tommy's neck and pleading for his cocksucker to blow his buddy for the sake of their long friendship....Tommy relaxed for the first time. His rock-stiff neck softened, relaxing the muscle strain of trying to constantly pull away.

JT felt a cool ooze in his cockhair. Tommy's suckspit was drooling from his lower lip.

JT coached his buddy, "Swallow baby....swallow the slick...'sno big deal....makes it better fer us bowf....and you won't be having spit down yer chin, right?"

Tommy who was approaching mindless consent swallowed and his tongue naturally pushed from the underside of JT's cock pressing hard to the roof his mouth.

JT shuddered violently....shaking Tommy from his numbing trance and then his mouth was flooded to overflowing with JT's massive shooting load of teenboy spooge. JT's body shook over and over like bolts of lightning were striking him. Tommy's mouth and chin were iced like a donut from the goobling cum ooze endlessly spurging out over and under the massive meat stuffed between his lips.

He had started to swallow when the JT coaxed him to take down the prefuck spittle. With that motion coming easily, he followed by sucking down his buddy cum-shoot as well.

JT jerked, and stunted in his twisted position set so to ease his prick through his buddy's lips. He now had mild tremors every time Tommy's tongue touched his tingly supersensitive cockknob, and was still seeping silvery dogwater seed over Tommy's slupping tongue.

He turned Tommy over onto his back as the novice dickeater gasped for air. JT stripped his own pants down and off over his sock feet and now standing naked in front of the couch he looked down at Tommy's upturned sweaty, spit and cum-sopped face. Tommy embarrassedly moved his arm across his chest, blowing air up his face to his hair in an almost exasperated gasp.

JT pulled Tommy to the edge of the cushion and let his head slip down over the edge. Tommy's neck and Adam's apple were prominent. JT crouched over Tommy's face and grazed his lower hanging nutsack from the kid's nose up to his chin....then back. JT was steel hard again.

With one foot on the couch, and the other leg bent and leaned into the couch base below the cushion, JT fisted his prick and eased it back through Tommy's lips. He was ecstatic when he saw his long time buddy's tongue slip out over the kid's bottom lip to receive JT's cock again.

This time, JT reached a cupped hand under Tommy's neck to exaggerate the bend....to clear passage....to OPEN TOMMY'S THROAT!

Tommy just went with whatever JT wanted and did with him. It looked for sure that Tommy had actually given himself to JT.

Tommy's tongue shwarshed under and up the sides of JT's driving prick.

As he tugged up a little harder on Tommy's neck, he said softly, "Take a deep breath buddy....d-e-e-e-e-p breath....another.....yehhhhh. Now hold it. Lemme....slow....open wide buddy....ohhh...awwhhrr....uhhhhh...."

JT shivered as his cockhead sqwoozed into Tommy's throathole, "Gulwwawwk!" Tommy gagged. JT pressed on. "Gwallk! Guuc...."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.....Tommmmmeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Take it dude. Take it, buddy. Ohhh ... ohhh ahhhh-uh-uh-uhhhhhhhhhh!!! JT moaned and squawled. "S-o-o-o-o-o-o gooooooood!!"

In rapid-fire cockhead thrusts, JT pounded through Tommy's throat muscle. Tommy snorted through his nose to get much needed air. The feary eyes buggin' out of Tommy's head were under JT's balls where he couldn't see them. But the snorking fum his bud's nose made him so hot and crazed for the fuckfeed he was giving to his buddy....with a renewed vigor he attacked Tommy's throathole in a violent facefucking frenzy. He pulled out and pummeled back through. Then again. Tommy 'gwawkked' each time. Again, and then rut-rut-fuck! till JT screamed and fell into the back of the couch across Tommy as his boycum shot right down his buddy's throat.

His cum-volley shudders could be felt completely by the feary Tommy squashed underneath JT and struggling for breath....and release. JT finally eased from his buddy's face. The gagging spitting coughing Tommy's body heaved with every breath as he still lay with head hanging over the edge of the cushion and his hand to his neck and throat.

On recovery, JT slid off the couch and onto his knees. Holding himself erect next to Tommy's flushed, beet red face and dazed looking eyes. He pulled Tom's face into his semi-hard prick which was hanging out and down in an arc. There was drop of silvery slippery dogwater at the piss hole. JT's prick tracked from Tommy's right cheek over his lips, and as his balls slipped down onto Tom's left cheek Tommy's mouth opened and his tongued swiped the bubble of fuckslop from JT's pisshole.

JT buckled with the tongue dart to his still sensitive cockhead.

He opened Tommy's fly button and pulled down the zipper. Tommy's limp body lay there as he watched his buddy strip him naked. His legs and arms just flop ped as his shirt, pants, shorts and socks were tugged from them.

JT smiled at his best friend as his first two fingers slipped into the kid's mouth. He lifted Tommy legs straight up and finger-spittied his buddy's crease. He leaned down and spit in the crack and worked the fingers through the moist dark boy furrow till he heard Tommy hissssssssss when he rubbed his winking pucker over....and over....and over.....

[edit] Chapter 2

Part 2 of the Trilogy:

It's a whole 'nother place....same day and time in Spring that finds Nathan and Patrick riding home from Natey's baseball game.

It was an away game, and Nathan's still in his white pinstripes; his spikes with laces tied together on the floor; sneaks in his duffle. His uniform socks and black stirrups are still on his feet which are stretched as far out as he could get them into the well of Pat's red VW convertible.

It wouldn't be the first time he'd just turned sideways, leaned over into the driver's seat against Pat and hung his feet out the window....and so that's just what he did....the both kids laughing at how dumb, yet boy predictable it was. Drivers passing making faces or smirking of course made them laugh even more....as they tried to think of something outrageous to do.

They were coming up on their own school's after-hours bus dropping club kids and other teamies home. Pat's eyes lit up. "Hey Natey, man....you gotta moon the fuckers....do it!" Nate never needed a second to think about anything...and it wasn't clear most times if he ever did think about anything.

He pulled his feet in and crouched on the seat undoing his pants. At first he was folding his shirt up over his shoulder to cover the number which would identify him to kids and passers by, but then he said, "Oh whut the fuck!" out loud and left it down.

As they came up to the last window on the left side of bus, Nate stood up facing Pat, bent over suddenly, and as Pat sped up to pass every window, kids started to rush to the left side of the bus and they could see and hear the kids laughing and screaming through the couple of open windows. Nate had never done this before and wasn't aware that his oversized low hanging balls also were part of the spectacle, swinging side-to-side against his thighs like the pendulum of a grandaddy clock.

As they at last mooned the driver, Pat hit the gas and turned off the main road to get them to Pat's house the back way. The both kids were laughing so hard they were tearing up. The sudden speed-up had lurched the car and dumped Nathan into Pat's lap where he laid in a crumpled hysterical mass of arms, and bareass.

Pat was a horny fucker and made funs with Nate's head in his lap. With Natey's face in his groin, Pat hunched up as they drove and his dick was heating up something fierce as they got to Pat's driveway. He hit the garage door remote and Nate recovered as they got inside the dimly lit garage and the door was folded back down.

Still giggling in Pat's lap, Nate felt his bud's hand against his cheek as he pulled open his pants button and told Nate to open the zipper for him. Typically, without a thought, Nate gripped the zip tag and opened Pat's fly.

The aroma of warm moist boy funk rose up to numb his senses. Pat digged his fingers in the fly of his boxers and pulled his handsome smoothe and pinky white 7 inch dick out for an airing. Nate was staring right at his buddy's meat....closer than he'd ever been to it.

Fuckin' Nate! He lunged ahead and bit Pat's boypole. "Yeeowww!" Pat faked pain, but there was no faking how stunned he was, adding to the shock and scream.

Pat for his part, smacked Nate's bareass as hard as he could from the position he was in cornered there into the door of the car with Nate partly into the seat with him. It was Nate's turn to yowl then, and in response, he grabbed Pat's dick in his fingers and bit the head this time like he was downing the end of a hotdog.

Pat's butt smacking hand quickly gripped Natey's neck and pushed down. "Ohhhhhhpphhhhewwww!" Pat sighed almost wheezing. His stomach sucked in. His butt hunched up to push his hot dick deeper into his buddy's face. He had felt tongue on his dick for the first time! He would never forget it! He wanted more.....sooooo much more. Nate started to pull up but Pat would only let him come up as far as his dickknob before pushing his face back down into his Irish-boy red curlies.

Again! Again! and Again! he pounded his buddy's face into cockhair. He felt the sloppy boymouth spitslick building around his root as it oozed from Natey's lips. "Gwuck! Gawlk! Uwullp!" were the only sounds from Nate's mouth. Some of the spit-schllky sounds reminded Pat of pulling the velcro closures apart when he took his coat off.

"Oh god! Ohh Natey! Eat me dude! Suck off yur bud! Suck me man! Suck meeee! Oh! Oh! Ohh! Oh goddddddddddd....ahm cummmmmmmmmminnnn!"

Pat was wild! He gripped the back of Nate's head with both hands and humped buddy face while pumping the boy's head to meet each up-fuck thrust! He wanted to stop! He couldn't stop! He slumped deep into the corner of the seat and door. He gave out with a wheezing sigh, while praising his brandy new cocksucker buddy...."Ohhhhh...phewwww...oh Natey.....oh Natey! That was....you were....great man...oh dude you were great!"

As he recovered his composure and senses, he pulled Nathan's head up and stared at the flustered red-faced boy eater, and snapped his face to him and planted a sloppy kiss on his forehead. "You ate me dude. You ate'cher bud! You are the fuckin' best, man!"

Pushing into a better position on the seat, he pulled Nate back against the passenger seat by his uniform collar, and then yanked the shirt up and off the kid who now was naked with his pants down around the ankles and his shirt on the floor of the garage.

Pat opened the driver side door, and then perched himself at the seat edge on his knees yanking his buddy's head into his cock again. "Show yur buddy how you do it, man! Do it slower so I can see how much you like it and how good you do it." He was already rubbing the cum-slopped messy faced teen back and forth across his rock hard peter.

"Rrrmppf! Uurrpp! Phhmlfk!" smorffed Nathan.

Pat was being really rough now with Nate. His prick was snapping and bobbing off and over the kid's nose as Natey's face was whipped left and right. At one point, he pulled Nate's head under his nuts while pushing the cock under his chin till it snapped back up and splattered prick drizz in Nate's eyes. It didn't matter if Nate knew that things had turned at least a bit darkly from just a few minutes ago when he sucked his first load of boy jizz. It didn't matter....because he was cock deep into it again. Pat's forceful hands were ham slammin' his cock poker into the kid's throat over and over and making Nate choke and cough and gag, and and and....oh lookit man....lookit his tongue now as Pat slowed down....swirling over and around that buddy sausage.

The spit and prefuck goo was bubbling up and out over the top of Pat's reaming rammer. Pat was entranced with the site of his own big wide boy slab appearing and disappearing in the mouth of a buddy. It would never be the same. They would never be the same.

The telltale trembling loss of control gripped Patrick from the tail of his spine, down through his inner thighs, and out to the ends of his hairs. "Errrrrrrrohhhhhhhh! Uhhhhnnnnggghh! Ohgodddd! Ohgodogodohgod!" He blowed his first shot into the back of Natey's mouth!

"Guhwwrrglgg!" was the first sound from Nathan after Pat's mighty first spooge. Then, somehow, Pat straightened up and with a grip on his pecker, he eased it to the end of Nate's tongue while he kept spoozing. How he got enough control to pull back out in this state of boy wracking cum is amazing in itself. He watched his spurting pricktoy pump silvery cumcurd out onto his pal's tongue! "Oh god, Natey! That is sooo hottt!!! Spoooch my jam up around my prick with yur tongue....yehhh...like'at....curdle it up while I push back and forth through that slimey fuckslop. Oh pretty baby....so gooey....so pretty. Oh man! We gotta do this again with the camera so's you can see it! Oh manoman!"

Then Pat pulled his semihard meat from Nate's lips.....it seemed to be connected by a hundred cumstrings. He thumbed Nate's lower jaw down while pushing his head back. He watched as his joyjelly, his gloppy sperm syrup, seeped down the back of Nate's tongue, while Nate was "Guck-gurch-urrkl"ing with the spit and jizz oozing into his throat. Then he pushed Nate's maw closed and rubbed his neck till he felt Nate's adam's apple bob the teenscum down his throat.

Nate was coming down from the body quivering tension of straining to take buddy prick for so many long minutes in such tortured positions Patrick put his face and neck through, let alone the gasping search for air when his throat was either stuffed with dick-knob, spitty prefuck or teenjam.

Pat's hand was running over his bud's naked shoulder and back as he guided him onto his back, completely in the driver's seat of the open air VW. The dim light in the darkened garage gave an eeriness to the scene as Pat's half-hard peter arched above Nathan's head where it lay between Pat's thighs as Pat leaned in over him to pull his legs up and out over his head. Feverishly, the newly horning teen whipped the baseball pants off Nathan's ankles and stripped the stirrups and socks off. Nate's clothes were scattered all around the floor of the garage now. Holding his bud's heels together in one hand, he punched the kid's soles with the other getting yowls from Natey below him. Pat shoved three fingers into Nate's mouth. When he felt saliva slicking and bubbling around them he yanked them out of the glucking teen's face and wiped them through Nate's tail crease. He pulled the muscled bubble butt cheeks of the well built athlete apart now, and then respittied his fingers down into Nate's mouth. Again he swiped buttslot, but this time his thumb dug into his buddy's moist browneye. He dug in....dug down...Nate whined....he screeled.....tears welled in his eyes.....and Pat's thumb broke through shortstop pussy for the first time! He wormed it all around relentlessly. He was fascinated with the hot wet slick feel of Natey-hole. His prick snapped hard against his belly instantly!

[edit] Chapter 3

Before introducing the final scene of the Trilogy, let's quickly get back out to California and see whut'sup with Tommy and JT.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.....Tommmmmeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Take it dude. Take it, buddy. Ohhh ... ohhh ahhhh-uh-uh-uhhhhhhhhhh!!!" JT moaned and squawled. "S-o-o-o-o-o-o gooooooood!!"

In rapid-fire cockhead thrusts, JT pounded through Tommy's throat muscle. Tommy snorted through his nose to get much needed air. The feary eyes buggin' out of Tommy's head were under JT's balls where he couldn't see them. But the snorking fum his bud's nose made him so hot and crazed for the fuckfeed he was giv ing to his buddy....with a renewed vigor he attacked Tommy's throathole in a violent facefucking frenzy. He pulled out and pummeled back through. Then again. Tommy 'gwawkked' each time. Again, and then rut-rut-fuck! till JT screamed and fell into the back of the couch across Tommy as his boycum shot right down his buddy's throat.

His cum-volley shudders could be felt completely by the feary Tommy squashed underneath JT and struggling for breath....and release. JT finally eased from his buddy's face. The gagging spitting coughing Tommy's body bucked and heaved with every breath as he still lay with his head hanging over the edge of the cushion, his hand to his neck and throat.

JT buckled with the tongue dart to his supersensitive cockhead.

He opened Tommy's fly button and pulled down the zipper. Tommy's limp body lay there as he watched his buddy strip him naked. His legs and arms just flopped as his shirt, pants, shorts and socks were tugged from them.

JT smiled at his best friend as his first two fingers slipped into the kid's mouth. He lifted Tommy's legs straight up and finger-spittied his buddy's crease. He leaned down and spit in the crack and worked the fingers through the moist dark boy furrow till he heard Tommy hissssssssss when he rubbed his winking pucker over....and over....and over.....

Baseball, Boys and other Toys. Chapter 3.

Tommy's mind was whirling through years of fun times with JT. They were grammar school buds, and intramural jocks. They used to kid and say they'd played in everything from the sandbox to boy jocks. Oh, there'd been some dick play in between. After their first time seeing and innocently fingering their pricklets as young boys....they had 'graduated' to some sleepover under-the-covers boy wackin', and backyard cum-shooting contests.

JT had hinted at that remembrance earlier during his coaxing of Tommy to 'help him out'. Tommy even remembered a couple times when they had dared each other to 'mouth' the other's dick. As it turned out...that 'lipping' as it was, was all it was, and in that simple remembering, Tommy seemed to 'accept' what he really didn't know was happening now. He'd already been pressed into taking two teen loads from his long time buddy JT, who was now working Tommy's quivering butthole relentlessly.

JT's thumb was fevering his tiny fuckeye. Tommy could feel the heat of the pinky side of JT's hand now as it rubbed faster and harder against his bunger. He was even bucking up into JT's hand now.

He couldn't understand what he felt when JT had slipped those fingers over his tongue that first time. How it first had led to his taking JT's cock inside....then again later, JT slipped them back through Tommy's lips, and Tommy went all melty and gooey....he even shivered. When Tom's spit blurbled around JT's fingers, they were removed from his mouth and found their way to Tom's crease where he was now being 'oiled'. And Tom...Tom was bucking into the fevered asshole rubbing hand now! The heat at his hole...that heat! Oh goddddd!

It's hard to tell what, if anything, Tommy was thinking....so giving of himself as he was being right then. He loved this bud of his like a brother for so long. What harm could come from giving in to the 'needs' of his long time best friend....who'd shared kissing dicks with him years back....and all that fun under the covers in both of their beds? The more recent times when they'd got home from school and just seemed to jack together ....jack each other.

So was this really different? Wasn't it the same as all the funs they'd shared before.... just more growed up stuff?

"Ohhhherrrrrreeeeeennnnnngghuh!" Tommy whined so. He warbled and wailed and tears welled in his eyes when JT's worming thumb dug though his boyring and opened it to the air for the first time. Mannnnn! Did JT even know any more than Tommy about what was taking him to this next level with Tommy. His dick now snapped hard to his belly as his thumb felt the soft velvet superheated moist skins inside of his buddy's bung.

Neither boy could be totally ignorant what with all the typical sex talk teen boys engaged in practically every minute when they changed clothes together anywheres, and there of course are no longer any surprises with all the funtime 'sex ed' classes. Ha! They used to have contests between classmates about how and what they were going to embarrass the girls' section with as soon as class broke. All kids 'fagged' on each other too, telling each other how they enjoyed licking that 'cucumber' in class before they shrouded it with the unraveling rubber. Hmmm...and the time they brought in a baby gherkin pickle for the geek kid to rubber up. The kids all fell over themselves in laughter....the geekyboy teared up from shamies. The day of the 'cucumber training session', one of the kids swiped the vegetable and hung it out his fly as he passed by the girls' classroom at change of classes with a posse of dudes all around him to whistle and hoot to get the girls' attention. It seemed so much more obscene with the scraggy rubber hanging off the end of it with the lube in the tip.

All that, his imagination and the bond he felt with JT let Tommy seem to accede to what JT was doing with him...to him. JT dug hard into Tommy's boyhole, gripped the kid's upthrust ankles in one hand by the achilles, and whipped Tom around to face front to position his butthole at the edge of the couch. Tommy's neck was bent at the merge of the cushion to the couch back. His boyface looked up to JT, maybe pleadingly. It was flushed...sweat streaked. His hairs were matted on his forehead at the hairline. The drying cum slop around his mouth looked frothy.

JT's dick was leaking a steady stream of silvery jizz down the side of his cock against his lower belly. With his thumb making ever wider whirls at the outer ring of Tom's pucker, JT gripped his seeping steel prong tight and eased himself to Tommy's bung.

He pressed the mooshy cock helmet to the winking wrinkle of boytail skins being stretched out by his thumb. He rubbed it back and forth right at the 'eye'. Again and again and again. JT's thumb started to exit pulling hard to open Tommy up more to receive him. Tommy squealed.

The cock pressed on as the open hole closed to the very narrowest of JT's dickhead. JT squeezed hard just behind the head. He inched closer to his buddy's butt. His cockhead seemed to squoosh all out around the outside of Tommy's hole. Then, it just....ooozed inside! Tommy gasped and hucked at his throat. His whole body tensed. His legs tightened up above him. His toes curled under. His fingers white-knuckled the couch cushion under him. Now his toes were opening and closing. His breaths were short---"Huh-uh-uh-huh!"---more in response to what he expected than to what he felt. The boycock head lodged in his newly deflowered pussy was causing less discomfort than JT's thumb did earlier.

JT's steeled poker eased through the secondary boytail muscles and the searing pain his buddy felt brought tears to Tommy's eyes, and he pleaded with JT, "Nooooooo! Ohhh.... nooooo! Urllllgh! Uccch! Uh! Uh! Ahhh! Ohhh! Ooooooo....mmmmmm...." The burning fire of pain, first simmered.....feeling like the indian rope burn kids give each other when they twist the skin on their forearms in opposite directions with both hands like wringing out a towel.

JT was half way in. He stopped. He wormed and wiggled around and around, his butt making circles from behind. He leaned down over Tommy's face. He gritted his teeth as he hunched a bit deeper into his buddypussy. Tommy whimpered with new searing and tearing feelings inside his joyslot. JT growled, "You little boyjock. You love it you little jockboy...you love it don'tchu...DON'TCHU!?"

Pain shrouded Tommy's tear-soaked face. His look was: 'Oh JT whut...how could you do this to me!!?' Yet it also said, 'Mmmm...JT....oh....fucking....cock....fucked....being fucked cocked..... ohhhhh!'

In an amazingly smoothe finish, JT's monster boy pleaser sank to his cockhairs deep into Tommy's new cunt.

He smiled through his gritting teeth, and "Grrrrrrrrrrr!" growled down into Tommy's face, pulling out a bit and easing back in, pulling out faster and pumping back just as fast. Now Tom was short breathing again as he started to take the harder faster endless pummeling JT had in store for him. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Fuck you! Fuck your ass! FUCK - YOU - TOMMY!" JT shouted as he rammed super hard into his buddy this time. The couch slid hard into wall. Tommy's whole body shuddered and the scene at his bent up neck and face was one of a bobble headed ragdoll just flobbing with each pull and thrust. The rapidity and power of each boy bounce was the only change with each teenrutfuck JT threw into Tommy.

JT held Tommy's legs way wide out now by the ankles as he arched backward and short humped his buddy. He pulled the kid's legs close now, and rubbed them against his shoulder and neck where his cheek made a pass at both ankles, even licking at the left one.

He eased into a steady boyrut now, and Tommy was trying to say something....JT looked down into Tommy's bent up face. Tommy haltingly said, "Oh man...JT....ohhh....I..yi...I.... nevuh thought I'd....uh-uh....like it....but...bu-but I lovvvvvve it....oh I love it!"

JT grinned, and said...."Good thing, fucker.....'at's a good thing, 'cause 'iss is gonna be the view you be having fum now on....oh, 'ceptin' fur when ahm bouncing yur belly into the mattress later."

Now JT pulled one leg down over the other off the edge of the couch and rammed his buddy sort of sidewise. He loved to reach up with Tommy's face stuffed into the cushion, and shove three and four fingers in his buddy's mouth. The power it gave him. The need it gave Tommy....and the sense of needing to do JT's will seemed to flow out right from those fingers pressing down on his tongue....that...he was licking.

In a while, Tom was over on his belly like JT promised....although not on the bed, but still there with his buggered asshole hanging off the couch taking the reaming of his life and JT broke into long cocking butt strokes....and then showed Tommy what he truly needed by pulling all the way out....making Tommy feel the loss....the need to be filled....just long enough till he sank balls deep into Tommy so hard the wind got knocked out of him.

He did it again...and again....and again and again. He power pounded his best friend till he was a blubbering fool, head buried into couch seat, slobbering, drooling, whimpering, reaching back for JT's thighs and pulling them to his needing boy hole...."Ohhhfff phweeeeze....phluck...fphuck me...fphweezshh."

JT laid down over his back now and pressed his lips to his buddy's ear and bit the end of it growling, "Youbetcha fuckboy.....youbetcha. Ol' JT gonna be fuckin' yur brains out right reg'lar fum here on, baby. Fum heeeere on!" he whispered hoarsely as he sucked his bud's ear all into his mouth....tongued it....bit it....pulled back up and ram banged that boy to a joyous gut-wracking teen cum as if he hadn't already cum in Tommy twice already. He jolted, and butt snapped from the force of the wild cum that shot lightning bolts behind his eyes.

The cum burst through JT's bigboy cockprod and filled his pal to overflowing. He screamed....ear piercing shrieks wildly echoing through the house and bouncing off the walls with such force mirrors and windows should have shattered with neighbors calling EMS.

JT was STILL fucking his buddybutthole through the body shuttering throes of his violent cum. He just kept pummel pounding boycunt beneath him and then like the circuit breaker was thrown, he flopped silent to Tommy's back pasted together with him in their mutual body sweat.

JT's body jerked from aftercum cock sensings going off inside Tommy every time either of them moved and the big dick head brushed against Tommy bunger innards.

Tommy was sopped....flopped....mauled....cocked....and fucked. Soooo fucked. Just so fucked.

It was getting on to evening now, and finally there was a rustling on top of Tommy. JT oozed himself up and out of his friend. His semi-hard 7 inch dick arched out from his cockbush as he stood. Proudly, he grabbed hold and whipped it around, flopping it back and forth against his thighs, this way and that. He was dazed at the site of his own spooge droozing from Tommy's butt hole. In that same trance he reached out and scooped all the juice....even digging into his buddy's crease. Turning Tommy over he fed it to him...letting it first drizzle onto his lips, then making Tom lick it off his fingers. Tommy could taste his own inner boyhole in the curds of JT jam he was feeding off. Then pulled to the floor, sitting erect, Tom took a suck feed of the cum soppy, boy butt slimed cock of JT's hanging out menacingly before him.

When JT started to horn up and get fever tingly in the head of his dick again, he picked Tommy up to standing on his own bare feet....put a finger Tom's cum curdly lower lip, and asked, "So dude....you wanna?"

Tom's face screwed up at the question, as JT pulled out the kid's arms like shelves and was piling them with their clothes, turning him toward the hallway and out toward the stairs to the bedroom. JT made a quick flip of the sweated and drooled on cushions, and the was back right behind Tommy.

JT leaned against Tommy's back and blurted out, "FUCK, DUDE! I mean man....DUDE, d'yuh wanna FUCK??!?" Tommy stumbled forward with a shove from JT.

JT was steeled to his belly....leaking....a-g-a-i-n!

[edit] Chapter 4

The final scene of the Trilogy.

It's another part of the country....somewhat colder here in northern Virginia than the other venues of Florida and California, but, it's the same day and time as the events transpiring in JT's house and Patrick's garage.

Perry and Josh burst into the raucous locker room after the first hard workout of the new season. Coach had run them ragged.

Kids were stumblin' and floppin' onto benches....some on the hard cement floor, exhausted, sore, and for the moment, s-o-o-o-o fuckin' sorry they ever thought about going out for baseball.

Little by little, pants, socks and jocks slipped off with the resulting flavors of boy funk pervading the closed space in the locker areas. It 'affected' some kids like Perry who was harding up a bit....you know....but others, they just stripped off the rest of their gear and staggered with or without a towel to what was hoped would be an invigorating shower.

The grabass, yelling, yowling, butt slapping, and towel snapping made for a typical end of the practice day. Coach passed through with an eye roll at the wild din emanating from the showers, and then disappeared into his office at the back of the locker room. "Hey, check out the faggot!" was another typical squeal from one or another of the kids on seein' a rising prick in the showers....hmmm Perry again.

Drying off, dressing, hand slaps all around and, Josh and Perry were out the door. On the walk home, Josh kept complaining to Perry that he didn't think he'd ever been so sore from any physical effort like he felt that day. "You gettin' old dude....'at's all," a snickering Perry chided him. "Din'tchu just have a birfday, las' week?"

"C'mon, man. Ahm not funnin' here. I think this feels like something that might bump me fum the team, asshole," Josh continued.

"Awww, poor baby. Doctor Perry is IN! I been goin' down the club wit' my dad long enough to get the inside on the latest muscle relaxin' techniques. Leave it to me. These masterful mitts'a mine and some baby oil, and we'll have you good as new for another ass-wrecking practice tomorrow aftanoon," Perry comforted his bud, with a hugging arm clench around Josh's shoulders.

With a stop for a soda and a slice of pizza each they managed the trek to Josh's place with a minimum of behind-the-back butt kicks, and the requisite pushin' and shovin'. They bounded up the back steps to the deck and into Josh's room. Apparently, Perry's regular pick up basketball games and racquet ball matches at his dad's club had spared him the agony of typical spring season workout tortures.

Josh flopped onto his bed the minute he was inside the door. Perry hit the computer and checked his mail fum his home 'puter. Typically, there were already 5 emails from the assholes he just left at school. Like what the fuck coulda happened since class ended that they hadda write about? They did the same shit on the phones...and now with the cell phones, it was really gettin' ridiculous.

Anyways, Perry logged himself off and strolled over to the bed and gave Josh a thunderous smack to the ass. "You mother fucker! Quit it! Ahm fuckin' dying here," Josh barked into the bed clothes his face was mashed into.

"Well, you sure ain't in no fuckin' hurry to get cured at the hands of Doctor Perry, dude," Perry clapped and rubbed his amateur masseuse' hands together. "Strip, man, and ah'll get the oil, and you gonna be ready fer some whup-ass in no times," Perry called over his shoulder as he stepped out to the hall bathroom for a piss and the baby oil.

When he got back, Josh was snoring. Perry laughed at his dumbass bud, and dropped the oil on the bed as he bent to pull off Josh's sneaks and socks. Josh barely moved. No sounds either, except for the light cross between snore and the deep breathing of sleep.

Perry turned him over on his back and unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zip and then yanked them off from the bottoms. Josh was rustling and awake now, with a turned wrist digging into his eyes. "Hey, queer! Whut thu fuck?" he growled.

"We gettin' yur ass ready for the body savin' massage mah man." Josh just laid there. Perry went 'round the other side of the bed and pulled Josh's heavy windbreaker off, followed by his polo shirt.

At this point as Perry came back to Josh's bare feet, he grabbed the oil, and then looked down his chest and realized he needed to get himself undressed or he was gonna be an oily mess. He dropped his jeans and shirt, toeing off his sneaks and grabbed the oil again as he kneeled against Josh's chest and droozed a trail of cool, shiver makin' oil on Josh's collar bone and pecs.

Chicken skins rose up and down Josh's body hardening his boy nips as Perry's big oily mitts squeezed to his shoulders for the first time. He proceeded in typical masseuse fashion.....looking much like a pro as he kneaded and squeezed and rubbed and tweaked, before pummeling muscled areas of the upper chest and arms with the meaty edge of his hands, like he was tenderizing beef.

Josh was really swoozing down into the depths of the bedcovers and his pillow while whimper-cooing with the soothing effects of Perry's work. Perry went for a towel, laid it out and rolled his oily chested bud over onto it as he began the real work on his back, arms and thighs.

In very methodical fashion, Perry went about the task of working his buddy's muscles loose and soothed. When Josh really moaned at the pain from his shoulder and right hip, Perry went for some special 'sauce' he had in his duffle to rub in and give some extra deep heat to what could be a problem injury if it didn't resolve itself.

Then after beating the back of Josh's thighs, calves and feet bottoms, he went to work on his butt. Josh had a tight build and his ass cheeks were hard to Perry's pounding fists. They always slapped and kicked each other's butts like kids do, but Perry'd never 'felt' his buddy's butt before. He yanked the back of the boxers down and really went to work on those globes and especially at the right hip which Josh had complained about while he limped home. Perry finished up with a kneading, deep gripping and muscle maneuvering massage.

He left the boxers down, and then realizing they'd be stained with oil if he left them, just pulled them down and off Josh's legs and feet.

He gripped Josh's left hip to turn him over on his back again. Josh was resisting. Perry tugged again at the oil slick hip, and his hand slipped. "C'mon, man...you gotta help a little here. You too slipperied up for me to turn you over myself," Perry pleaded.

"Pherget it," Josh murphled into his pillow.

"C'mon man. This is good for you dude. You don't wanna extend an injury into getting dropped fum the team, hmmmm, much as that might mean I bat clean-up this year," Perry kidded.

"I can'th, manf," Josh complained.

" 'Fuck yuh talkin' 'bout, dude? Turn over."

"Ahm tellin' yuh, I cain't turn over, man....I got a little problem," Josh looked up to Perry with a pained expression on his puss.

Perry broke out in big ol' smile. "Geez, you sure some fuckin' asshole. Ain't I seen that little 'problem' of yurs 'nuf times by now. So whut if yur hard. Ahm hard half a fuckin' day! Turn the fuck over!" Perry was yelling and pulling him over with both hands tugging from his now kneeling position on the other side of Josh.

As he tugged, and Josh helped finally, Perry grabbed the towel out and replaced it under his freshly oiled back. Looking down into his bud's face, Perry asked seriously, "So how'd I do so far? You feeling good?"

Smiling weakly, Josh was very embarrassed as his hands went to cover his dick and balls. Then a bit gratefully, Josh smiled wider as he flexed his hip and shoulder, admitting, "Hey yeh...it does feel good....a lot good. Let's keep goi n'. I never thought you'd be as good as this."

Perry was proud and dusted his reoiled hands together and went to work from the feet this time, rubbing and beating on his buddy's soles, working his toes and insteps and then did a masterful job up Josh's calves. So good was the effort, that Josh moaned and gooed from the feel of the seemingly knowing hands that kneaded his legs.

Under the knees and up the thighs he went and his eyes narrowed as he squinted up at Josh's 6 incher pegged hard to his belly....the big piss tube underneath standing out prominently. He was thinking, as he worked the top of Josh's thighs in a bit of a daze, that Josh's hardon looked much like his own. Perry's meat was a bit under 6 inches and as thick it seemed as Josh was....Josh looked to be over 5 inches around.

Perry's fingers slipped into the creases of Josh's thighs. The knuckles of both hands and the tops of his fingers touched his buddy's nutsack....then a second time....again, and again and again....

Josh's prick bobbed up each time his balls felt Perry's hands.

"Whut have we HERE?" Perry's voice rose as he grabbed and rubbed up and down his buddy's prick for the first time ever.

"Uhhhhhhhuhoohhhhh! Whut...? Whutcha....? Perry....ohhhhh mannnn.....don't....ohgodddd! Awwhhh...nooooooooo....uhuh-uh-uh-ungh!"

Perry's mouth hung open....speechless. He watched his buddy dude shoot seven fuckin' volleys of teen cum both straight up in the air, and back over his own head. He'd never seen so much cum shoot in his whole life, and never at the end of his own fingers from his own cock either.

They were both so fucking embarrassed they didn't know what to do...or say. Their minds were completely shut down to anything sensible, yet there was wildness and noise rattling in their heads which must have sounded like a football stadium.

Neither boy realized that Perry never let go of Josh's dick. The oozing cum covered his hand. The silver seed looked like donut icing. When Josh bucked every couple seconds after the last of his boyshoot, they both realized Perry was both jacking and kneading unknowingly at the kid's prickhead STILL!

Then Perry got shy all of a sudden and yanked his hand off. They stared hard to each other's face. Then with a look of horror and then a sneaky smile, Josh pointed at Perry. He'd absently wiped his dick jacking cum-sopped hand across his face and lips....a-n-n-n-d his tongue was now absently lapping the curd slick.

Perry looked at the hand, lipped at his tongue and with a twinge of shame and fear actually jumped right there in place from the shock of it all, bouncing them both on the bed!

Then, in a wild second of recovery, Perry jumped on the bed and rubbed the back of his hand and his fingers in Josh's face and between his lips. Josh bit down but a cum slopped pair of fingers got in and his tongue was being rubbed with his own jizz.

They punched at each other over the whole fuckin' cummy mess they made of what had been a terrific body relaxing massage for Josh.

When they settled out, Perry was still on his knees next his bud's hip, and Josh had a hold of his own dick now. He was rubbing it with very small up-down strokes, more like squeezin' and releasin', almost unnoticeable to both of them.

Then....Josh was jacking his dick for real. Whipping hard. His knees came up and he reached between his legs for his balls. Shit man, there was nothin' to hide now. They knew they both beat off more than they probably breathed each day. They'd just been through their most mutually embarrassing time together. They lived through it! They....enjoyed it! They....wanted it....AGAIN!"

Perry's prick, hidden by his boxers, was up against his washboard belly and he reached for it with his Josh sloppy hand. Josh's cum curdle was cold on Perry's fiery cock. He warmed it up soon though. Knowing he was whippin' his meat with his best buddy's cum as lube exhilarated him. Whipping WITH his buddy was WILD! The bed shimmied beneath them with both kids trembling in their cock-whippin' frenzy.

Josh switched hands and waled with his left, reaching up to Perry with his right. Perry's quivering lower lip was trying to form a word maybe, but he just nodded, and as he felt Josh's hand graze his own on his cock, he fell forward to grab at Josh's cock again. They were crazed. They were doing the forbidden. The exciting! They....I don't think they really knew the forbiddenness that had shrouded this chilly afternoon....was that of boy queering! That they were doin' queer stuff! That they might be...that they were....QUEER! What if somebody else....what if they forget and say something accidentally....

"Ooooompppffggh! Uh! Uh! Ungh!" Josh garoooned. Perry had just lip-knobbed Josh's cock! Josh wildly started humping Perry's gripping hand and his lips, and before long, Perry gave in and let the whole 6 inches in to gag him again and again and again!

Josh's pain and hurt forgotten, he pulled himself out from under Perry, and in almost a wrestling reversal and takedown move, had Perry on his back and was power cockin' his bud's face with reckless abandon.

"Errmpff! Unnpmph! Uh! Oh! Errmmm!" groanphed Perry through his buddy's cockhair muff. Josh drove into him while he push-upped over his mouth. He was relentless. Crazed! And now....now....he was "Cummmmmmminnnnnnggggg!" he screamed. This time, with his fat prick filling his buddy's facehole, there was no place but down for his jizzyspooge! And Perry gagged and swallowed and gawked a bit, but he had now tasted a second cum from his long time friend inside 20 minutes. Josh lay across his friend's face and Perry was squirming to get someplace to breathe from. In the wonderment of boywackin' beauty, Perry was still pulling his own prick for some release while he had brought his bud off twice already.

"Helpff me man...Josh, dude...plweeesh...get me off man....umphff!"

Josh was recovering quickly now. After a second load, his dick was wilting a bit and his needs were temporarily sated enough that he could think. He lurched backward onto his knees next to Perry's jackin' arm, and smacked his teammate's cock and hand. "No jackin' man! NO BEATING OFF!"

Perry's pained look started to look like anger. Josh jumped over and on top of Perry sitting on his chest, he locked the kid's arms to his side and under his knees, then took an open grip to Perry's throat. He pointed to him and growled, "You ain't cummin', 'less I tell you man. An' I ain't gonna be tellin' you today....and maybe not tuhmorrah neider!"

Josh tightened his grip at Perry's throat and made him choke.....before he nodded, 'OK.'

Josh reached behind him for the baby oil, and while sitting with his cock at Perry's chin, he oiled his meat up....and down....and around and around....looking right into Perry's eyes the whole time....mannnnn. Then he got a feary stare out of Perry when with his fingers and hand oiled, he leaned backward on Perry's numbed arms. He squirreled under the kid's balls and fingered the oil into Perry's crack. Again he oiled up and did it. Then he took two oily fingers and shoved them onto Perry's tongue after which he drove them both hard against Perry's winking bud. He wormed and wiggled them and squeezed in hard like he was mashing a piece of clay, then at last with a blood curdling scream from Perry, Josh's middle finger broke through his buddy's assring. As Josh leaned back further, the second finger brought another scream and searing pain that stung like skin tearing. It raged through every fibre of Perry's body.

Perry was almost freeing himself with his rocking and leg kicks till Josh lashed out from his precarious finger fucking lean, and his left hand shot out to grip Perry's face, shoving his head back down to the covers. Josh was somebody else in his teenlust and roared, "Cool it, fucker! COOL IT!"

He lurched up erect to his knees boring heavily into Perry's sore, immobile arms. He rapped Perry's blinky-eyed face over and over with his leak-sloppy boymeat, 'Fwapp! Fwapp! Fwapp!'

With Perry's face snapping left and right futilely trying to get away from the cock beating, suddenly, Josh was off him, but....immediately he was scrootching up between his buddy teen's legs which he was pushing high above him, esposing Perry's oiled boyhole to the air. "Ssssssssssss!" Perry hissed when Josh's thumb fevered his pucker over and over and over....the hole was wink-wrinkling the boyskins at his bung ring....

[edit] Chapter 5

"Rrrmppf! Uurrpp! Phhmlfk!" smorffed Nathan.

This might be the first time Nathan heard from his fuckfeeding friend that this wasn't gonna be the last time for this....if he actually had mind enough to understand what he was hearing.

Baseball, Boys and other Toys. Chapter 5.

Oh mannnnn! Pat didn't know enough yet to realize he coulda just stood up on the seat, straddling buddybutt, and rammed his porker right through Nathan's assring backward... ....well maybe that's for another time....

He whirled his pal around on the small of his back, scrunching him against and past the steering wheel till Nate's ass was smiling at him facing out the driver's side door. Ohhhh Pat's thumb was still firmly hooked inside Nate's boyhole the whole time.

Pat hocked up a gob of spit and lobbed it right at the crook of his thumb up inside Nathan. With his other thumb, he sqwoozed the bubbly mouth spooge in and around Natey's bunger and then slipped the second thumb inside his bud alongside the first. "H-o-t-t-t-t-t-t! Natey...Ha-ah-ottttt! dude. We definitely gettin'at camera later man! You gotta see whut yur hole looks like INSIDE fucker! Oh man! The slippery skins in dere are all shiny and squirmy and innin' and outin' like they winkin' at me."

"Ohhhhhh..." Nathan moaned more from embarrassment than anything. The shame of havin' his naked teen boyass on display, even though it was just in the dark confines of Pat's garage, was almost too much to endure.

"Schhfftttt!" Pat shot another spitwad. This time he fired it perfectly into that buddyhole pulled wide by Pat's thumbs, and he watched it ooze deep inside to extra moist up the soon to be deflowered pussyboy cunt of his best friend.

Pat let Nathan's ass drop down slowly, till his pucker was eye-high to his leaking cockhead which seemed to have a mind of its own as it surged forward while Natey whined and welled up from the tearing straining on his bunghole lips. Nate actually felt relief from the pain as Patrick's soft meaty headpiece entered boybung. It was the releasing thumbs and the warm moist prefuck-covered cockhead that soothed his painful pucker lips and gave him respite for that short moment. Then it seemed like a neverending surge of friction pain as the entire girth of Pat's hefty buddy sausage gave Nathan a new adventure in searing pain. Nathan's cries achieved higher, and yet higher pitches and echoed around the empty garage.

Then all was quiet save for the whimpering fucktool quivering in the bottom of the driver's seat impaled on his buddy's balls-deep rod of boyjoy.

Pat leered down at his captive fuckbuddy, and wiggle-humped him in non-pulling rutfucks. Nathan's whimpers became higher pitched stammering whines. His face a question mark as he peered into Pat's toothy grin high above him. Was Pat hurting him? 'What was this gonna be?' he was wanting to know. He and Pat were like brothers...felt each other's pain and all. Neither had ever purposely gived the other any pain....ever. 'What WAS this?' Nathan wanted....needed....to know.

"Rrrmmmmmm," Pat groaned and then ran shivers up his spine as he pulled the beef from Nate's bung all the way to his cock crown, and then held....trembling with the excitement. The excitement of the twingy-tingles of a boy's super-thrilled cockhead....the immense feel of building friction frenzy when the skins rubbed so tightly together inside his friend....the total charge of boy being man in his first ever FUCK!!!! He was fucking! He was fucking his friend! The friend he'd joked and funned with over what it would be like to bury their teenmeat up inside some dumb cunt. And here...here he was burying his teenmeat in the boy he'd dreamed about it with.

Everything snapped! He ram-fucked his best friend in one ham-slammin' surge to the bottom getting a "Harrrrmmmphhh!" from his gassed fuckbuddy. Nathan felt like there was no more air to breathe. No matter how he tried, the shock and force of Patrick's now raging, frenetic fuck-pummeling of his all but numbed boyhole did not let him suck in enough air to ease the scaries he was feeling. "Huckff! Uccghh! Uh! Huhh!" Natey quaffed little mouthcups of air as he bounced up onto Patrick's fuckpole again and again and again.

The thrill of it all was to be short-lived if nothing but for the new thrills the boy was feeling as he reamed ass for the first time. Up to now....the closest he'd ever come to fucking anything was his poor abused pillow....oh yeh, there was that thawed chicken in the fridge that time. An'ways now...well now, there'd be no more need for pillows when he could have a real live moist, pricksucking boycunt hole to vacuum his ever hard teen dick. Ohhh and the swarshing, wriggling tongue muscle working out behind those tight, swollen Natey lips. Ohhhh mannnnn! "This is what it's all about!" Patrick, lost in his fantasies, blurted out to the confused fucktool under his assault.

Short rut-bangin' butt-snapping boyfucks were followed by a screaming meemie as Patrick sent his voluminous cockshot up inside Nathan for the first ever time! With sweat glistening and dripping from his face, Patrick gritted his teeth as he shuddered from the throes of his afterfuck. Nathan was coming out of the senseless trance he'd gone into in all the confusion of teen excitement and boffbouncing boy fuck, and actually felt the sweat dripping from Patrick's freckled nose and hairline.

He gently reached up for his friend and his palms slid on the sweaty boytrunk and his hands rubbed Pat's pecs, nips and armpits for the first time, before clasping behind Pat's neck. He pulled up toward Pat's face and Pat just folded on down over him. A full calm came over both boys as they settled in the sqwoosh of the fucksauce deep inside Nathan with his buddy's prick scriggling into it making no sound at all as the teen's hard cock churned the cumcurd it was buried in. It took on heat again and Pat felt that tingle signaling the call to fuck boypussy....one more time!

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

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

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

In a flurry of butts, arms, legs, feet and dicks, Pat had Nathan hanging half out of the car through the door his bare feet hanging to the garage floor. "Take it tool man! Take my tool!" Pat smacked his Nate-tail-slime-twice-cummed cock against Nathan's lips again and again, and then jammed it through his mouth cunt. Nate kept blinking with each smack and from the aftershot splattering off the cock head and out of the droozing pisshole.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He felt warm. He was also trembling from finally being calmed enough to feel the cooling sweat drying on his naked skins. His toes wiggled against each other on the runner of the car door....and then they just curled tightly under as his feet jerked up! Pat's cock had surged to the back of Natey's throat, "Gwallkkk!!!"

[edit] Chapter 6

They were crazed. They were doing the forbidden. The exciting! They....I don't think they really knew the forbiddenness that had shrouded this chilly afternoon....was that of boy queering! That they were doin' queer stuff! That they might be...that they were....QUEER! What if somebody else....what if they forget and said something accidentally....

Josh's baseball practice pain and hurt forgotten, he pulled himself out from under Perry, and in almost a wrestling reversal and takedown move, had Perry on his back and was power cockin' his bud's face with reckless abandon.

"Errmpff! Unnpmph! Uh! Oh! Errmmm!" groanphed Perry through his buddy's cockhair muff. Josh drove into him while he push-upped over his mouth. He was relentless. Crazed! And now....now....he was "Cummmmmmminnnnnnggggg!" he screamed. This time, with his fat prick filling his buddy's facehole, there was no place but down for his fuckjam! And Perry gagged and swallowed and gawked a bit, but he had now tasted a cum a second time from his long time friend inside 20 minutes. Josh lay across his friend's face and Perry was squirming to get someplace to breathe from. In the wonderment of boywackin' beauty, Perry was still pulling his own prick for some release while he had brought his bud off twice already.

"Helpff me man...Josh, dude...plweeesh...get me off man....umphff!"

Perry's pained look started to look like anger. Josh jumped over and on top of Perry sitting on his chest, he locked the kid's arms to his sides and under his knees, then took an open grip to Perry's throat. He pointed to him and growled, "You ain't cummin', 'less I tell you man. An' I ain't gonna be tellin' you today....and maybe not tuhmorrah neider!"

Josh tightened his grip at Perry's throat and made him choke.....before he nodded, 'OK.'

Perry was almost freeing himself with his rocking and leg kicks till Josh lashed out from his precarious finger-fucking lean, and his left hand shot out to grip Perry's face, shoving his head back down to the covers. Josh was somebody else in his teenlust and roared, "Cool it, fucker! COOL IT!"

He lurched up erect to his knees boring heavily into Perry's sore, immobile arms. He rapped Perry's blinky-eyed face over and over with his leak-sloppy boymeat, 'Fwapp! Fwapp! Fwapp!'

With Perry's face snapping left and right futilely trying to get away from the cock beating, suddenly, Josh was off him, but....immediately he was scrootching up between his buddy teen's legs which he was pushing high above him, exposing Perry's oiled boyhole to the air. "Ssssssssssss!" Perry hissed when Josh's thumb fevered his pucker over and over and over....the hole was wink-wrinkling the boyskins at his bung ring....

Baseball, Boys and other Toys. Chapter 6.

They didn't know what was happening...they knew everything! Their brains were in overdrive and overload! And it didn't really matter...because what was in total control was the elephant in the room....COCK! TEEN-BOY-COCK!

Perry's throbbing cock...leaking, untouched by human hand....for HOW LONG could he go?

Josh's cock....it's strength and power renewed was bobbing in front of him in all its hotboy splendor, and ready to make Josh feel so much better once more!

His thumb was working down and past, and back and over Perry's winking, wrinkly, pulsing pucker. "Eeeeeeeyuuuuuuuuussshhhh!" squealed Perry. Josh's thumb tip digged in that next time and got under the first layers of teenassring. "Yiiiii! Owowowow!" wailed Perry almost expecting horrible pain....then not feeling anything but a little discomfort. Did he even know his buddy's thumb was in his bung? Geez. He'd never had his own thumb, or anything else up there. It was always so dirty to him. He never wanted to even think about what he was doing when the tissue wiped his shitty hole. Yuccchhh! Likewise, he didn't want to know what was going on at his other end now either, shower clean or otherwise. But he was naked to the world...well...to his best friend. He actually could think enough to hope he didn't fart and further shame himself. Then he thought...well, that would be funny if he farted right in Josh's face....the fucker!!!

Looking at Josh's face, he would have seen.....nothing was about to be funny. There was a sneer of a look on Josh's face....a grimace and a show of teeth as he plied his buddy's hole, while stretching Perry's butt cheeks wide as he could.

"Wheeeeooooooo! Ooh stop...no-no! Ohhhh!" squealed Perry. Now he was feeling tearing pain...like a rope burn in his tail. Josh eased off on the stretching at first alarmed, then as he stared down at that moist Perrybung, he just didn't care anymore. He blew a blast of air at the widening hole, and smiled when it winked in response and swallowed up his thumb now up to the first knuckle. He hocked a goober over his thumb then and widened Perry up some more and let the seeping spittle sink down into his buddy's chunnel....and disappear. Perry moony-cooed, and Josh's thumb sank all the way through with his palm spreading over the kid's bubble-ass.

Now he was working it 'round and 'round and back and around over and over.....and over, blowing down into the glistening pucker and then he was floored when he pulled his thumb out. Perry's boyhole stayed wide fuckin' open!!! He was staring in awe inside his best friend!

He was so wild he sinked his first and second fingers into the surprise opening. "Ohhhhh!" Josh swooned from the heat and slippery erotics wrapping around his fingers....literally clutching at them! Perry's assring closed around his fingers, throbbed, and Perry shuddered tightening his bung even more. Josh felt the sphincter pressure to his fingers. His cock twitched! His cock started seeping pregoo freely now. A string of silvery jizz hung down to a tiny puddle building on the towel.

Aimless and mindless finger winding and widening ensued as Josh worked his fingers around and around again outwardly like they were the outer edge of a funnel inside a freely crying Perry now. Tears just streamed down the sides of his Perry's face and into his ears and the hair at the back of his head. The confusion of discomfort mixed with absolute unbelievable pleasure had made Perry a quivering mass of teenboy lust. He needed a cock up his ass and didn't even know it! He begged. He pleaded. "Please! Please!" Through his blurred eyes he looked up at his feet bent back over his head and his tightening, wiggling toes, curling under, releasing, splaying all out wide, then turning under once more as he reached up to pull on them.

Time after time his hands absently went for his tingling prick only to be slapped away by Josh. He felt like a wimpy little boy that he wasn't allowed to do the one thing that made him a real-live teen boy....jerk his fevered dick.

Josh then scared Perry by yelling harshly at him and ordering him not to move. The state he had Perry in could not be lost, but he had to get something from his desk. Perry's arms came up under his knees and he fearfully held himself in place, while the bed bounced with Josh leaving and quickly returning.

Just for fun, when he kneeled back up behind Perry's asshole, he grabbed the kid's nuts and squeezed till Perry screamed bloody murder. Sneering though his teeth, he growled at Perry, " Just making sure you know who's in charge, dirthole."

A new stream of tears flowed down Perry's cheeks.

Once again, Josh fingered back into Perry's bunger and this time with three spitty-juiced fingers. "'Round and in, and 'round an in, over and over again he frigged those boy-pleasing digits. Perry whined like a begging beagle while his buddy's fingers whirled inside his body.

Then....then...."Whu..." Perry gawked. His hole was empty. He was vacant. He MISSED Josh's finger fiddling! He strained to look up between his legs. Josh was filming his wide open butthole! He had a tiny flashlight in his teeth and was using the video digital. He shivered all over and his boyhole was winking closed now with each heartbeat.

In a little while, as Perry just took it all in shame, any fight he had in him long gone, Josh was running all over the house getting things to film inside his buddy's hole! He came back with a bag of junk he dumped on the bed. Frozen hot dogs, a carrot, pens and pencils, sharpie markers, tampons, a squirter syringe, funnel.....cucumber....straws.....

The next several minutes were spent opening and reopening Perry's butthole so the item being filmed flopped around in the wideness of the kid's bung. One after the other, each item went in and was filmed, removed and replaced with the next. Josh blew into Perry's hole through the straw to see the poor kid thrill all up and squiggle all around this way and that from the sensation.

He held off with the syringe, funnel, ice water, cucumber and tampon for the time being.

He reminded Perry who's boss with another boy-wracking nut-squeeze, and then with the camera aside for now, stood up and leaned down into Perry's upturned tail and surprisingly easily, slid his dick through his best friend's brand new pussy, and had tears in his own eyes now with the joy he felt for the length of his handsome virgin boycock. The thrill shot right though him and made the boy feel like his hairs were electrified. He felt like he must be glowing!

His groin eased against Perry's ass, and he held there for what seemed like hours....just joying in the unbelievable moist....heat....of the convulsing inner cunt of a teen tool tunnel. He finally pulled all the way back till his cock helmet reached Perry's inner assring and as he sank back in he screeeled in a combined scream, wail, and animal groan. He CUMMMMMMMMMED!!!!! The phenomenal sensations drove him to a convulsive teencream like he'd never had before.....and in this mindless boy state, it's not clear if he even knew the absolute immeasurable joy he felt.....a joy he might never feel again....his first fuck! His first boyfuck!

In a mass of fevered sweat, the young Josh, recovered quickly and was pounding the fuckshit out of his buddycunt now. He was relentless. Surging! Grunting! Growling down at Perry, who would probably have been shocked at the seeming rage of his new fuckbuddy if he knew what was happening to him....to them!

>From up and behind, Josh's hard-driving prick was bent 'round and into Perrypussy. It was spread wide by his fuck-tortions, looking almost flat as it drove in and out of that teenbunger. The sight of Perry's delicate assring skins pulling out and gripping the sides of Josh's outstroking cock, then folding back in and under was one to make your skins tingle with excitement.

Josh's muscles tightened. He felt his enormous strength building. The soles of his upturned feet were curled and wrinkled. His toes turned under. He rut-banged teen ass like there was never gonna be a tomorrow! "Cocksucker! Fuck you! Ahena fuckyerbrainsout!!! You LOVE it don'tchu...fuckin' fagpussy! You LOVE it! Say it'chu dick! Tell me whutchu need fucker....TELLLLLLLLLLLMEEEEEEE!!!!" Josh screamed!

"Ahhhhhhh!!" Perry screamed. "I-I-I-I-ughh-uh....don't....du...uuh...don't!"

"Don't WHAT you dumb bastard! DON'T WHAT??!?"

"Ahhhhhhh," Perry cried real tears as his teen torso bounced and rocked into the mattress and sweat-soaked covers and towel. "Ahhh...I-I-I-I don't uh--know-unnnnmm-whu-ut's hap-uh-ning t-o-o-o uh-meeeeeeeeeee!!!" he screeled, shuddering, bucking up into Josh, and Josh could feel the tightening sphincter tugging on his ever-driving prick. The thrill of the tightened pussy gave Josh new joys sending him to even greater heights of teen prick lust, and as the cum from his last load bubbled around the outer ring of Perry's ass and oozed, stringed and clumped into Josh's cockhairs, he yowled like a stuck pig and came off with yet another cumload up inside Perry's butthole.

Perry was cumming....he was cumming and crying and whining at the same time. He was feeling stingers of pain deep inside him in different places, at different times and at the same times, as well as the friction pleasure-pain at his assring. The fragile skins there being teased with the surging teencock again and again and again sent electric charges through his body....he could feel it to the tips of his rockhard boy nipples...if he could receive the message.

Perry's cum shot right up his trunk into his chin and neck and the last volleys splattered over his chest, belly and then dribbled into his cockhair.

Josh's ebbing afterfuck let him sober up enough from his fuck-toxication to see that Perry had unloaded....without permission!!! He smacked his pal forehand and backhand and then smooshed his hand into the fuckjam on Perry's torso and mashed the cumspurge into his mouth again and again. He even digged a finger into Perry's cum-filled belly button and fed that to him too.

In his aftercum, Perry was heaving and gasping for air and was not even aware when Josh pulled out and planted himself on Perry's chest, knees against his ears, cum caked prick and groin at....and in....his mouth. Josh rutted his prick in and out and told Perry to lick him off and make him clean and shiny as a baby's ass. The sight of Perry's tongue snaking out into Josh's hair bush to lap up the curds and jam was fantastic!

Late that afternoon....Perry got home, showered and seemed to drown himself for all the time he spent trying to soothe his sore buns, hole and face. He shamed himself when for the first time his own soapy finger found its way up inside his hole....and while he stood eyes closed, face up into the hot spray as he absentmindedly frigged his own asshole, triggering off his hot spot over and over, crouching, whipping faster and faster, till he shuddered, his knees buckled, and he blowed another volley of teen cockshot into the shower wall. "Ohhhhhgodddddd!!!!" he whined as he slumped hard into the wall of the shower, gasping for air and trying to get some balance. As he slid trembling down the wall to his knees, his tongue swarshed out and lapped the dregs of his cum as it oozed down the wall.

Some good bit later, he stepped from the shower, dried himself slowly, with special attention to his sensitive cockhead.

He put on some shorts with a basketball jersey and padded his way barefoot to the kitchen at the call for dinner.

His mom asked about the redness of his cheeks which he explained came from getting belted in a tagout during practice.

Later, as he watched the images light up his computer screen, he cried quietly. With his face clearly shown in most of the pictures, he watched the images of Josh's probing camera search his very insides deep inside his hole....lit brightly with the flashlight. His moist inner hole showed sparkling glint from the light. In one shot Josh had even superimposed the Ty-D-Bol man down inside his bunger. He cried quietly as he looked from the image of his face in the background, between his legs, as the camera pictured the carrot, banana, hot dog, and the other stuff Josh had shoved down his upturned hole. There was a moving video for several seconds of Perry jerking around when the straw was blown into, and the cold water was funneled down into him.

Then there was the cucumber. It was shown being wound around and literally screwed into Perry's cum crusted asshole till it was totally in all except for a half inch which Josh had colored with a lipstick. Perry was being made to crawl all around the bed with his ass up and cucumber making its inevitable slide out of his bunger. The same dried cum on his ass was seen in the final closeup of Perry's mouth. Several shots showed a hard cock being bent down so as to enter his mouth till his lips closed around it and his eyes closed, with his tongue slipping out from underneath up and around the side of the probing cock.

The last shot showed a tampon half out of Perry's hole as he crawled out the door of a house in just his sneakers and a tee shirt.

[edit] Chapter 7

JT growled, "You little boyjock. You love it you little jockboy...you love it don'tcha...DON'TCHA!?"

Pain covered Tommy's tear-soaked face. His look was: 'Oh JT whut...how could you do this to me!!?' Yet it also said, 'Mmmm...JT....oh....fucking....cock....fucked....being fucked cocked..... ohhhhh!'

In an amazingly smoothe finish, JT's monster boy pleaser sank to his cockhairs deep into Tommy's new cunt.

He smiled through his gritting teeth, and "Grrrrrrrrrrr!" growled down into Tommy's face, pulling out a bit and easing back in, pulling out faster and pumping back just as fast. Now Tom was short breathing again as he started to take the harder faster endless pummeling JT had in store for him. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Fuck you! Fuck your ass! FUCK - YOU - TOMMY!" JT shouted as he rammed super hard into his buddy this time. The couch slid hard into wall. Tommy's whole body shuddered and the scene at his bent up neck and face was one of a bobble headed ragdoll just flobbing first left then right with each pull and thrust. The rapidity and power of each boy bounce was the only change with each teenrutfuck JT threw into Tommy.

JT held Tommy's legs way out wide now by the ankles as he arched backward and short humped his buddy. He pulled the kid's legs close now, and rubbed them against his shoulder and neck where his cheeks made passes at both ankles, even licking at the left one.

JT grinned, and said...."Good thing, fucker.....'at's a good thing, 'cause 'iss is gonna be the view you be having fum now on....oh, 'ceptin' fur when ahm bouncing yur belly into the mattress later."

Now JT pulled one leg down over the other off the edge of the couch and rammed his buddy sort of sidewise. He loved reaching up with Tommy's face stuffed into the cushion, to shove three and four fingers in his buddy's mouth. The power it gave him. The need it gave Tommy....and the sense of needing to do JT's will seemed to flow out right from those fingers pressing down on his tongue....that...he was licking.

He did it again...and again....and again and again. He power pounded his best friend till Tom was a blubbering fool, head buried into couch seat, slobbering, drooling, whimpering, reaching back for JT's thighs and pulling them to his needing boy hole...."Ohhhfff phweeeeze....phluck...fphuck me...fphweezshh."

JT's body jerked from aftercum cock sensings going off inside Tommy every time either of them moved and the big dick head brushed against Tommy bunger innards.

Tommy was sopped....flopped....mauled....cocked....and fucked. Soooo fucked. Just so fucked.

When JT started to horn up and get fever tingly in the head of his dick again, he picked Tommy up to standing on his own bare feet....put a finger to Tom's cum curdly lower lip, and asked, "So dude....you wanna?"

JT leaned against Tommy's back and blurted out, "FUCK, DUDE! I mean man....DUDE, d'yuh wanna FUCK??!?" Tommy stumbled forward with a shove from JT.

JT was steeled to his belly....leaking....a-g-a-i-n!

Baseball, Boys and other Toys. Chapter 7.

Oh mannnn! It was gonna be a fabulous summer. JT rubbed the inside of his wrist against the underside of his rockhard cock, as they barefooted up the stairs. He nearly fell down from the surprise electric charge through his peter head.

That made him both shove up against Tommy's butt and steady himself at the same time. There was time...plenty of time this afternoon, for him to 'train' his lifelong friend in the art of dickservice....yesssss....plenty of time.

When they got inside JT's room, Tommy sort of stood there in the middle waiting for direction. How many years had they just charged up into each other's rooms after school and flopped in the other's bed where they'd end up in a halfhearted yet exhausting wrestling match.

It usually ended up with the one whose house they were in getting two pairs of board shorts or jams for them to change into and then they'd hit the stairs for a snack and some ball at the park or a swim at the stream.

This day....this afternoon....everything had changed.

Tommy stood like a fucking doof in the middle of JT's room with two arms extended and full of their clothes and sneaks, just waiting to be told....by his 'master'?....what to do.

JT moved up behind him. The boys could both feel the heat of their naked skin they were so close. JT whispered in Tommy's ear for him to turn 'round and face him.

Tommy did so, and with his arms still extended with the clothes, he had to back up a bit before he looked hard into JT's eyes. Tommy's look was one of a spaniel's it seemed, sad, yet glowing, shining....obedient. JT said, "Knees."

Tommy shakily bent to his knees and looked up, still holding the armful of clothes which was getting more uncomfortable by the second.

"Say, 'Iyam JT's fuckboy,'" JT told him.

"I am JT's fuckboy."

"Anything JT says, I must do," JT continued on, "say it."

Tommy repeated.

JT now pushed right up against the armsful of clothes and pushed his prick down away from his belly and right into Tommy's mouth. Tommy kept his balance, and consumed buddy cock voraciously. Oh mannnnn, the fucking drool from his lips just seemed to blurble out of his mouth as the handsome boyprick pushed in deep. Three individual strands of spittie pooled onto the sneakers on top of the clothes in Tommy's arms, sqwushed up against his chest now.

As JT pulled back out of Tommy's mouth, he asked him, "What do you n-e-e-e-e-e-d, boy!"

Tommy just stared into JT's face, spit bubbling on his lips and blurted, "Cock...oh JT...I need cock....yur dick....I need...I need...ohhhhhh...." he trailed off tears in his eyes.

"You mean you need FUCKED, don'tchu? DON'TCHU????" JT yelled.

"Yes, JT, oh yesss....pleeeeze yes....fuck me....pleeeeze....I need.....fuck MEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Tommy had no idea what he was saying anymore.

"Get over on yer back, throw yer legs up, and hold your toes fuckwick!" JT ordered his buddycunt.

The clothes went over his head behind him as Tommy flopped over on his back. His still cum slick bung glistened as he pulled his legs wide and feet back. JT stared between the naked dude's legs as he kneeled his prong to puckerhole.

No diddling this time, "Owwwwrrrumpphhhh!" Tommy groaned as JT plowed his bud to the balls.

"Fuck you, pussydick!" JT growled as he leaned up high and bit Tommy's left heel.

"Owowowow!!" Tommy squealed. JT pummeled his bud like there was no tomorrow. The two kids were grunting in mixed fuck-harmony, "Uh-ungh-ucchngh-huhuh!" and on and on. JT grabbed his bud's prick and balls together and squeezed till Tommy gagged and screamed at the same time. His toes splayed out wide and fear shot from his eyes.

JT sniggered, and roared, "You fuckin' cunt. You only have these nuts 'cause I'm lettin' you keep 'em, asshole!!"

"I think you need to stay here tonight so we can expand yer training. I wanna get you to eat yer own peter, too, before school tuhmorrah!"

Tommy didn't know anything anymore. He really was coming under a JT spell that seemed more consuming by the minute.

"Oh, a'yeh...oh...ohhhh...." JT was gasping. He was almost cumming and he pulled out of Tommy and squatted over his face, pinched his nose so his mouth opened and shot four teen volleys right into Tommy's mouth. "Don't swallow, fuckears. I want'chu to roll my spoo around yur tongue, bubble it out to yer lips, show it to me, them lick yur tongue through it. Thennnnnn, swallow it a little at a time. Savor my sperms, faggot. Savor and lick and love and swallow me deep. Every cell in yur worthless body is gonna be nurtured by JT sperm proteins, boy!!!"

In his dummo stupor, there something about being 'nurtured by JT sperm' that echoed inside Tommy's head. He was swooning!

When it was close to the parents getting home, JT padded down stairs to leave a note for his mom that Tommy was staying over, and that they were paying off a bet. Tommy would have to be JT's slave all night.

As the boys were heading off into the shower later, they could smell dinner was on. JT was riding Tommy's back as he crawled out to the hall. He was whipping Tom's butt yelling, "Mush, you fuck! Mush goddam it!"

JT pissed into Tommy's hair once the kid had crawled into the tub, and told him to wash his hair with it. Tommy rubbed in the shampoo and then JT pissed through it to rinse him. "Open up, fuckstick," JT told Tommy, who complied in true puppydog fashion. He looked up almost lovingly into JT's face, and took a blast of JT piss to the back of his throat.

Redirecting the stream, he showered Tommy with the rest of his piss, and Tommy soaped up with the piss on his body the only wet with which to lather. JT handed Tommy a small bucket to fill with his own bladder juice. Then he had Tommy rinse off with glassfuls of his own piss. After he was done, JT moved Tommy to the back of the tub so he couldn't rinse with the shower water.

"Tongue off my feet pissboi!" JT ordered. Tommy was down on all fours licking his and JT's piss off JT's feet.

Handing him a soapy sponge, JT had Tommy then work to lather JT all up. Tommy was ordered out of the tub when JT rinsed off. The piss smell on Tommy wasn't that obvious after the shower. JT just wanted the hots of Tommy knowing he had dried piss covering his skin for the rest of the night.

They called Tommy's house to clue the 'rents on his stayover, and then when Tommy dried JT off, they went back to get on some shorts for dinner. Tommy crawled from the shower to the room, and then down the stairs, where he followed JT into the kitchen.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry you lost your bet," JT's mom said to Tommy, his face shining up from the floor. "JT, why don't you let Tommy out of it now, at least for dinner."

"UH-UH! He messed up mom, so he PAYS!!"

JT's dad came in and snickered at Tommy on the floor after they told him about the 'bet'. He'd known Tommy all the kid's life, and liked him a lot, and knew the kids were true buds. Hmmmm, he didn't know the half of it, anymore!

Tommy ate facing between JT's knees under the table. His dish of mashed potato, pot roast and spinach was on the floor. No fork or knife. Tommy had to eat with his fingers-- he thought! JT told his folks they had to ignore Tommy's being there.

As JT talked with his folks about school and each other's day, he got his toes and feet into Tommy's dish, and mooshed the food all around till he got it squirtsin' up between his toes, then he'd raise the foot to Tommy's mouth. Tommy digged his tongue in to eat the food off his buddy's feet, and out from his toes. When dinner was over, JT had Tommy come out in the open and lick the last of the food off the plate in front of JT's 'rents.

Tommy was hard in his shorts, man!!

They passed on the ice cream and hot fudge....till later. JT knew where and how he wanted Tommy to suck that off----errrr, up!

They spent time after dinner watching TV. Well, JT did. Tommy had to kneel at JT's feet facing him, sitting on his own heels, and wait for orders.

JT told Tommy to jerk himself inside his shorts. Boy, Tommy really could use getting off after all the sex horns the two kids had sprouted that day, JT got almost all the cum funs. The mom was clearing the kitchen, and JT's dad came in to catch some TV and take a glimpse of the paper.

Every once in a while, he'd look up from the paper or TV and watch Tommy. Man, JT, Sr., had been there in his boy years. He could tell that telltale head-bob, and butt-buck. He got a kick out of JT making his buddy beat off right out there in front of him. He fuckin' loved it. Hmmmm. Wonder whut kinda images ol' dad was having there when he closed his eyes and put his head back while his hand pressed hard against that tent in his pants? Wonder if he had Tommy's role? ...or JT's?

JT went for the ice cream. He had a dish each for himself and for Tommy. He poured the fudge over his own, and set it aside as he waited. JT was so intent on working his buddy into a frazzle, he didn't catch his dad buck into the hand pressing into his pants....and then again....and one more time. JT, Sr. spasmed a couple more times, before he opened his eyes and looked around to see if he'd been caught.

As his eyes cleared from the aftercum fog and haze, he was just in time to see Tommy pull his cupped hand out of his pants. Ohhhh mannnn! He watched Tommy let his own teensyrup drooze onto the ice cream. How fucking badly he'd have wanted to scoop his own load off his shorts and add it to Tommy's ice cream.

JT, Sr., watched his wife come in just as Tommy was licking his own cum off the top of the ice cream. He then licked his palm and fingers while JT nodded his approval. JT grabbed Tommy's dish then and disappeared out of the room. A few minutes later, he came back and the ice cream was all mooshed and melting....and there was a golden liquid around the edges. JT smiled at Tommy. One look and Tom knew. The smooshed ice cream had the imprint of a cockhead in the center, and the rest was obvious. JT coated the kid's dessert with piss, too. JT's father watched the whole scene, and knew....and smiled to himself, closing his eyes again....his hand absently rubbing the cold, soggy spunk in his shorts against his steeling prong. What was JT, Sr. dreaming just then? Wonder if was imagining that his son was gonna be getting some blowed that night as part of the bet? Could he even imagine that JT was gonna be fucking Tommy's brains out?

It must have been two hours later. JT's dad was staggering up out the chair he'd fallen asleep in. As he moved past JT, and managed to step around Tommy sprawled flat on his back on the floor, he did the proverbial dad'ism, "You kids better hit the sack, JT....school tomorrow."

"Yeh, dad, in a minute," JT said not paying attention.

JT, Sr. didn't even take notice of the fact that Tommy's face was under the soles of JT's feet, which he was slupp-squlpping. The funnest part for JT was when Tom's tongue would shoot out from between two toes every so often. It was so fuckin' tickly...and hottttt, too! JT would wiggle the toes against the probing tongue.

As he watched his dad exit the room and head upstairs, JT absently pushed his shorts down past his knees. Turning back to Tommy, he slumped all the way off the end of the seat, and ordered Tommy to reach his hands up to him. Tommy did, and JT pulled him up and then told his bud, "Lick my balls dirthole! An' when yuh got dem all nice and shiny, getcher fuckin' taster up my bunghole!"

Tommy was grossed! He wasn't gonna do it. He pulled back and down from JT's butt, and was squirming out in front of JT.

JT lunged up to sitting on the very edge of the couch with all his wares hanging in the breeze, grabbed Tommy under the chin and pulled him into his mooshy nutsack. He tweaked his nose shut again, and Tommy opened up his mouth to breathe, only to have his lips plastered into JT's balls. "Suck you fuckin' slave! Suck or I beat shit outta yuh, and then you suck 'em anyways!"

Tommy newly obediently slupped his tongue out gingerly at first. "Ohhhh!" JT was shivered all over with the tip of Tommy's tongue touching the very bottom of his ballsack! There are horny thrills and there are horny thrills, but a tongue to a boy's balls!!! Ohhhh!

While JT sat up to maneuver his surprisingly reluctant dickeater, growled down between his legs and said, "Take first one nut in, and suck it good fuckwad....then then other. I wanna feel than fuckin' tongue of yours pettin' my balls inside yur mouth....and NO TEETH you fuck!!"

Tommy's hands were gripping JT's ass globes as they hung out off the couch. Soon he was face, neck and chest bucking and bobbing up into JT's privates while he sucked hard at his bud's balls. He was doing everything he could to hear pleasure finally from the friend he'd disappointed by trying to fight him off earlier....and at last he did..."Ohhhh, dude! Dude....you know how to suck nuts boi....suck'em nuts....ohhhhhggggodddd!!"

As JT swooned and flopped to the back of the couch in ecstasy, while spit slobber goobed from Tommy's lower lip down his chin to his neck, there was a man's face in the door jamb! With a hand whipping his cock hanging out of his boxers fly, JT, Sr., bucked, buckled and shot wad after wad into the door jamb in the hallway as he gloried in his son's having his buddy suck his balls.

He rested his fevered face into the wall as his cum ebbed, and then wiped the spooge up off the painted molding, and slowly, knees still shaky.....made his way back up the stairs where he went to wash his hands off. Mannnn, this is contagious ain't it. Soon he was licking his own syrupy boy-maker-jelly off his hand. He even fingered the goo off his pecker head, and licked that too! 'Oh mannnn! Ahm eatin' the stuff that made my boy! Ohhhh, mannnn!' Like son....like daddy!

As JT, Sr. slipped under the covers next to his wife, JT had Tommy's tongue up inside his bunghole by now, and he was actually butt'fuckin' himself on his best buddy's turgid taster, just like it was a wiggly dicklet. "Ohhh godddd! Tommmyohhhhhh! Eat my hole, dude. Eat out my hole, mannnn!"

JT's feet were kicking at the air, now. His toes were curled and splayed and bent back and-and-and JT was beatin' off like the fuckin' boysexcrazed motherfucker he was!!!!

In his fevered bucking, he wanted a strange hand on his dick to cum off with Tommy's tongue up his hole! He grabbed Tom's right hand off his butt, and wrapped his fingers around his handsome purple prick. He covered Tommy's fingers with his own and wacked himself off with Tommy's hand.

"Ohgodd! Ohgodohgodohgoddddd! Yiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! So gooodsogoood! Uh-a'yehuhngh!" the boy squealed, slumping into the seatback, exhaling, his body still jerking, and spasming as the aftercum wave swept over him.

Soon, they roused themselves, and JT pulled Tommy up from the floor, and had him sit on JT's lower belly. Lightly jabbing into Tommy's belly, JT said, "Buddy, my mannnn! That was the bomb, my dude. The absolute fuckin' bomb!!!"

"You are fully ready, my dude.....ready to be my ever'day cumbucket, dude. You are IT!!!" JT poked a hard finger repeatedly into Tommy's chest, with Tommy nodding more anxiously with each poke, so wanting to please his 'master'.

"Hey, man," he jerked up, knocking Tommy back till he stumbled backward on his ass to the floor. "You got the division clinching game tumorrah, dude. We gotta get you on the bed man. You ain't gonna get much rest, but at least you'll be laying down, eh?" JT laughed wickedly. "Let's getchu crawlin' yer ass up the stairs, fuckstick."

JT watched his bud's ass bubble wigwag up the steps with a smile. His dick was twitchin' again. He was actually thinking about the game. He really wanted to fuck Tommy's brains out, at least one more time....but Tommy was a key ballplayer. If they lost and it was JT's fault, his dick would still be happy, but it would be a downer. Shit! They already had the beer bash planned for the creek if they won. Coach would buy 'em some pizzas at the field, but then the team and their buds would have their own bash. He would never forgive himself if he got cockgreedy, and demanded too much from his fuckbuddy.

At the bedroom door, he gave Tommy a shove to his butt with his toes into the kid's crack and sent him sprawling. JT laughed out loud in the silence of the sleeping house, when the throwrug Tommy flopped on slid across the waxed floor toward the bed.

JT had carried their shorts upstairs from the den, since they actually made their way to the bedroom naked after JT's buttsucking wackoff.

"On the bed, slave!" JT ordered Tommy, and then switched off the light.

It looked like JT was gonna be true to his school, and let Tommy off for the night in deference to the big game next afternoon.

He laid down next to Tom, hearing a breathing sigh from Tom into his pillow, and he could feel his bud's body heat at his left hip. "You gotta be at top of yur game, tuhmorrah dude, don'tchu," JT said smacking Tommy's butt hard enough that he bounced.

"Unnngggfff!" Tommy grunted, then nuzzled his face deeper into the pillow.

JT looked at the silhouette of his cockdump, rising and falling in the moonlight next to him.

"As he turned toward Tommy on his side, he was saying to himself, "He'll have him a great game tuhmorrah...he better." With another, lighter smack to Tommy's tail, JT rolled over and on top of Tommy's back, sliding two fingers into the kid's bunger at the same time.

"Uhhhnnnnnmmmmm," Tommy mooned.

JT bottomed into Tommy and rutfucked his buddyhole as he heard the grandfather clock bong midnight. "Take it you little jockboy! You fuckin' need it fucker....and you gettin' itttt!"

[edit] Chapter 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baseball, Boys and Other Toys. Chapter 8.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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