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The Dana Chronicles (tt mt hs mast nc milking cum control)

by Glaucon55

When I had a chance to sneak upstairs and masturbate, slipping and sliding my fifteen year old boner up and down in the hole I had cut in the old mattress in the attic, I often thought of my older brother's buddy, Dana Berryhill, who wrestled for North High. He was big for a wrestler, 5'10", but he was compact and fuckin'gorgeous. Me and my buddies used to hang out at the matches, talking trash about North's team, and how good they were. But for me, there was something special about watching Dana slide all over that mat, pining guys, grinding his crotch into their butts and getting the hair all over his legs and arms soaking wet in the sweat of his opponents. I had gone into the lockerroom a couple of times to wait for my brother Danny, and I had seen Dana sitting at his locker after he'd stripped down, his lean, flat stomach, muscles rippling, the trail of wet brown hairs from his navel to an explosion of dark brown hair above his dick and just beneath his big, hairless balls. His cock, was a thick six inch plug that jutted straight out from his groin with a big fat helmet. His legs were hard and hairy, and his ankles were thin, leading to two wide size eleven feet with long toes and a high arch. His chest seemed to explode from his waist, wide and firm. His jutting pecs, crowned by the rubbery berries of two rose colored nipples, coned and seemingly untouched. 

But in spite of his hard body, Dana did not have hard features. His face was almost pretty, with little boy good looks on a man's body. He smiled and those lips and eyes melted girl's hearts, making their teenage pussies wet with the thought of those full lips pressed against theirs and against other tight, sticky places. His eyes had eyelashes that looked like a girls, long and curved. His dark eyebrows, rosy cheeks, and hint each afternoon of a shadow that would mature in years to come, made my dick drip too. I'd squeeze my eyes shut, and slide my aching cock up and down the greasy hole in the mattress, grinding my boy dick along the rough sides of the well lubricated hole, shooting tingling, tickling sensations from my head to my curling toes as my cock grew harder and harder from the rough scrubbing. I wanted to get my hands on Dana's fine cock, and just the thought of that promise made me whine as the bloated knob of my prick swelled and gushed streams of thick boy spunk into the dirty, sticky slot, my hips thrusting spasmodically to continue grazing my aching knob against the slimy material, relieving my ever-ready starch filled nuts.

Someday, I'd get Dana's dick into my hands, and when I did, I'd make him forget every girl he'd ever known, and make his big, pale feet with their surprisingly long, thick curving toes curl tight from the sensations I wreak upon his body.

 

Tan's Pent Up Need

It was a game we played at my buddy Donny Kimble's house, that gave me the plan to get into Dana's pants, and into the shorts of lots of other guys too. Now Donny, Rick and me had been trading jerk jobs since we were twelve, and always found a way to shoot a load with each other in fuck around games played by horny teenage boys. When Donny's parents signed up as sponsors for a foreign student, the lightbulbs began to go off for me. They got a Japanese kid named Tanaka Muramatsu for one semester. He was about five foot eight, but he was only seventeen. He was a small guy for an teenager his age, but he was built. Donny and I were both 5'9", so at sixteen, we were bigger, but that kid was stone cold handsome. He looked like a Japanese movie star with those shy eyes, that gorgeous smile, and an athletic build. But best of all, the guy was as innocent as a new-born, and when me and Donny and Rick Lewis began hanging out with him, we got him to try things he had never done at home in Japan. Oh he knew how to skateboard, and drive golf balls and shit...I mean he never had fucked a girl, never had gone to a porno flick, never had smoked weed or gotten shit-faced. He couldn't believe that we got away doing all this stuff, but hell, our parents were too busy scheming on their social standing, work and who was fucking who, to worry about us too much. As long as we looked the part of clean cut teens, and played sports, nobody was too concerned about our social activities. 

We persuaded Tan to sneak out with us a couple of times late at night and once he got the hang of it, we did it a lot. One night, we ended up drinking beers at the lake back of the park just outside of town. Kids did it all the time, and so we knew just where to go without getting caught. I noticed after Tan got drunk, he also got horny. His chinos filled out quick, and showed a good bulge, especially when we started horsing around, a nice spike that snaked across his groin. Like most teenage guys, whenever anyone touched him, he sprang a stiffy...loving the touch of anothers fingers anywhere on his body. We'd push each other, and wrestle around, and once in a while play tickle or grab ass. His taut muscles were so lean and smooth, so nice to feel when we were playing around. We were hot to get the fucker down and work him over, and it was simple for us to scheme. One day after school, while we practiced with our skateboards over at the shopping mall, we laughed and guffawed and planned for our next night out with sex staved Tan. 

About two weeks later we put our plan into action. We went out for dinner Friday night at the Burger Barn, then we decided to drive out to the lake in Rick's van. Along the way, we not only got Tan drunk, we got him to smoke some grass. Once he was humming with the beers, a quick rise of the eyebrows and some goofy smiles to one another, led us to believe that we could have some real fun. Donny hung out in the back seat with Tan, but I climbed over and joined him as the kid started to act like he was out of it, and having a fuckin' good time. We pushed him between us, and started our grab game, punching each other in the arms, and tickling one another. The weed had made Tan so sensitive, that each time Donny or me poked him in the ribs, he squealed and jumped on the seat. We could hardly keep the fucker in his seat belt. By the time we had reached the lake, Tan's polo shirt was out of his chinos and we had been feelin' him up pretty good without him quite catching on to the score. But we could see he was half hard, and I knew we could really get him going once we parked the van.

Rick had scored the weed off of his older brother who had just returned back home from the Marines on leave. Once we parked at the lake, and smoked another joint and drunk a couple of more beers, Tanaka became a bowl of jelly. He was not accustomed to the dope muchless the combination with the beer. As he sat between me and Donny, now resting against a log in the dark looking back across the lake to the community center lights on the opposite shore, we started to get handsy with him again, pushing him between us and poking him in the ribs. Donny told him that the grass made him better able to resist the tickling than the rest of us, and Tan looked at him through sleepy, beery eyes with a shit eating grin believing every lyin' word. When Donny's big hand suddenly grabbed the kid's strong thigh, he didn't know what had happened. Tan jumped a foot, but I grabbed him and held his arms over his head, so Donny could continue to squeeze his quads, and gouge his fingers into his inner thighs. Tan, squealed a little, then he started to groan. It was great. As he became more pliable, I used just one hand to hold him, and with the back of the other started grazing against his bulging pecs still encased in the cotton polo shirt. I finally found an erect tit, and using my knuckles, grazed the rubbery teat back and forth. The more I grazed, the more the stiff nipple peak caused the material to bulge over the node and punch out his shirt like a little spike. Each time Rick squeezed his thighs, I grazed his titty. We were laughing and hooting like it was all an innocent game, but poor Tan got a rigid boner almost immediately, and in no time, we had him lying back between us sprawled out grunting and groaning. Rick switched off from his thighs to his ribs, and then back, and soon old Tan did not know where the sensations were coming from, but his chinos were bulging, his boner stiff and leaking in his briefs, his groans getting hotter and hotter.

Rick grabbed a pole from the back of the van that we always used when we'd strap down one another and work over the loser in strip poker or some other fuck game. He unlaced, and pulled off Tan's high tops, then tied his ankles to the pole with the straps on attached to it. That kept Tan's legs apart, and allowed Donny to run his tickling fingers up and down the inside of the kid's thighs without him being able to close them. I pulled up his t-shirt to his neck, and started using my fingers to scratch and pluck at his stiff teats that jutted like little brown cones from his smooth, rock hard pecs. He didn't even try to stop us so much as bat at our hands, and act like he was out of it. But his jeans told us otherwise. Each time I actually rolled one of his tits, rather than scratch or pluck at them, the little fucker would groan like he was going to heaven: "aaagggghhh...... " in a sexy Japanese accent. Once in a while he'd say something in Japanese that we couldn't understand, then go back to squealing and hunching as I gently continued to pinch and pull on his titties. Here was a kid who was ready to shoot a load, and we were gonna drain him tonight for sure.

Rick crawled up between his legs, and boldly unzipped his pants, laughing just like it was part of the game. The kid was so gone, he didn't care what we did. I figure in Japan these kids are so repressed that when someone starts playing with their bodies, they go nuts. I remembered that scene from the old action movie where a Japanese businessman seemed to finger-fuck a Japanese high school girl while he was sitting down and she was standing up on a crowded bus. Once he got his fingers in her panties, she couldn't resist the way his finger rooted up and down her slot, rubbing her joy button and scraping her cunt walls, until she shuddered into a climax, her legs slightly spread to give him room to work her pussy, eye's closed and head lolling back and forth. That's how Tan was. He couldn't stop us if he wanted to. He was all dick, and that dick needed to be stroked and rubbed.

Rick yanked his pants open after he unzipped him, then with help from me and Donny, got Tan's hips up so we could pull 'em down a bit. His white briefs, perfect against his dark skin, were soaking with pre-scum and bulging with his strangled erection. The fucker was a faucet, leaking teenage pre-jizz from his aching schlong. I slipped my hand inside and pulled his dick and balls out, snapping his briefs beneath his balls which made him bow a bit from the sudden release of his jewels. Tan had a seven inch rod that curved wickedly like a banana from his balls up toward his navel, surrounded by wispy black hairs. His nut sack hung down, sweaty and damp between his muscular thighs, hairless. But beneath his balls, there was dark hair filling the little hidden trench that lead to his sweet asshole. The helmet of his cock was like a fat soldiers cap, rather than a mushroom cap, and it had an unusually wide flange. The pisslips were deep making the corona seem even bigger, and his clear pre-sap had filled it and basted the entire smooth knob with a sticky web.

When I scratched my fingernail under the sensitive flange, Tan hunched, trying to pull his hands over his groin. He was unaccustomed to the sensation, which few guys can stand. I told Rick to grab his arms and tie them over his head to the log. Then I closed my rough boy fist around the stalk of his curved pecker and slowly torqued my fingers up, allowing my palm to graze the fat dick tip and slip over his circumcision scar. Tan's legs involuntarily tried to shut, then strained out, his white crew sock covered toes, pointing as his legs tensed and he slouched even more. He also provided great sound effects, like some girl getting fingered: "aaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee.... (Japanese)...... uuuuggghhhhh ......(more Japanese)......aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeee!"

Rick started scratching his fingernails up and down and into the kid's pits making his torso heave and him squeal with pleading laughter, occasionally pulling on the straight black hairs to change the sensation. Donny had taken over my duty with the older kid's tits, wetting his fingers with spit, then rolling and roiling them one at a time. Me, I just fisted the fucker, milking pre-jizz from his taut balls, sending the thick scent of starch and cum in the air. I spit on my fist, then kept the slow, twisting spiral of my fist, making the kid buck and roll his hips and lolling his head as he tried to avoid the delicious feeling shooting from his dick and tits to his fevered brain. After fifteen minutes of milking him slow, real slow, I switched with Rick, so he could use his famous thumb scrub. Rick was always working in his Dad's garage, and his fingers were not only always dirty, they were cracked and rough. I loved the feel of his fist and that nasty thumb when they would tie me down, and he'd thumb me till I begged. Well ole Rick just used that thumb on Tan until the kid was babbling Japanese, just flexing his big knuckle as he rubbed from side to side in a maddening and slow maneuver over the strained cock tip. 

Finally Donny gave me one of his perverted smiles, and a wink. Then he slipped a hand under Tan's big balls, and used one finger to probe between the taut, hairy cheeks to tickle the kid's asslips while I went back to rolling both his tits, and Rick sped up the thumb roll on the kid's swollen dick knob. Without warning Tan stretched out as far as he could, groaned and threw his head back, and shot seven long streams of thick teenage crud from his sweaty balls, up to his face, with one or two going over his head, some landing on his tits, and the rest pooling in his navel. His eyes were closed, and he made deep grunting sounds as he shot and shot, and Rick rubbed his helpless dick tip. After Tan has stopped squirting the long shots, and was dribbling cum curds, Rick's thumb became a wicked weapon, grazing all around the ticklish knob, and under the flange and over the piss lips, until all the kid could do was groan with his eyes squeezed tightly closed, jerking wildly each time his still stiff, over-sensitive fucktip was tortured sweetly. 

I winked at Rick and told him to get some more dope, Tan was gonna get round two, because we never let a guy off with just one load, that's one of our best rules. We discovered that was just fine with old Tan. Once he could play drunk or dopey, he would let us play with his prick until the cows came in. We wanked him four more times that night, the last time in the van on the way back home, with him lying across Rick's and Donny's lap face up, his pants around his ankles, and his shirt up under his pits, his hands secured behind his back, and his hips bouncing up and down so he could drive his nasty teen pecker into Donny's cupped fist. The last ejaculation was this straight-forward jerk job, with Donny's big boy fist spiraling up and down at the end until Tan shot a weak drool of cum from his horny balls, but hunching like he couldn't get enough of the calloused teenage fist over his whorish cock head. 

For the next six months, we found more ways to tie up that kid and drain his balls than he ever imagined existed. We tied Tan down in Donny's room one night when his folks were away, and gagged him so we could use an old electric tooth brush on his dick head, while Rick actually got his finger up his tight, virgin shit shute to work his nut, and I tickled his bare, secured feet with their nice long toes. You shoulda seem scum fly that night. Another time, we took him to the town library on a Friday night after he was doped, and got into the last stall in the basement with the glory hole; a disabled stall. We pulled his pants down, pulled up his shirt, and tied and gagged him. Then we gave the guys who came into the stalls looking for a blow job or to get one, a show, wanking old Tan's boner and pinching his titties, till the kid shot three loads. We shot our own teen cum on him three times, once for each of us, and the last time while we jerked him and fisted our own big kid boners, we slipped a finger up his butt to get him to dance a little. The last guy stuck a big dick through the hole, and we fisted both him and Tan together, and let 'em shoot crud on each other. There was fuckin' gism everywhere when they came. Shit you shoulda seen the sperm on the floor in the stall next door when we left...you coulda floated a battleship in there. 

It got to the point that when we'd go out after smoking weed, we'd unzip him in the diner while we ate, thumbing his fat prick tip till he'd look like he was gonna faint from the need to cum, taking turns playing with the fucker but making him act straight when the waitress would come with the food and bill. But we'd just keep him primed for whatever the main event would be later. Then we'd find a place to go and play our games, with his beautiful Asian body. I loved clipping his tits with clothespins, and running the charge from a battery to his balls. There was always something new we could find to make ole Tan shoot a wad. Before he left we videoed a night with him, so that we could get together and jerk off watching the kid get strapped down and milked for our pleasure. The best part of the film was when we made him suck off Donny and me, and made him jerk off Rick and use the sperm to lube his own pecker and jerk off for us. We told him if he didn't do it, we'd pop a bottle brush up his asshole. You shoulda seem him work his pecker, shooting twice in a row without stopping while we played with his hunky body.

Yeah, love those foreign kids who are anxious to learn what a dick is good for, and my buddies for being such sperm shooting addicts.

 

Each Guy Gets His Due

After our evening of fun with Tan's delicious boy body, we drove home late in the hours of the early morning, afraid our parents would catch us. We had to turn the lights off on the van when we got to Donny's house. Tan was supposed to be driving, so we had to sneak into the garage quietly, take him upstairs, strip him down and put him into his bed. Boy, was his cock going to be worn out the next morning. He would act as if nothing happened after each time we played around with him, determined or unable to face fact of the games we played. It was like an unspoken thing among guys, getting drunk or stoned and fucking around was OK, but the idea we'd admit to doing queer shit was out of the question. In a way, that made it all the more fun. Once you had a guy going, he wasn't likely to stop, but we never had to face the wrath from an outraged macho dude, cause no one wanted to admit that he'd been sucked, fucked, and drained. We never referred to what we did, and Tan and other guys we made never let on that they knew what happened when they were fucked-up. But Tan shot more sperm that year than in any other his life I'd bet.

After Donny let us into the house to help him put Tan in bed, he came back down to the garage to let us out and lock up. That's when Rick and I jumped him. It was unsaid, but after we had worked Tan's dick or any other guy's, then we had to get our rocks off. Like I said, as long as there was no queer, lovey-dovey shit, it was OK, so if you got jumped then you could at least pretend that you were putting up a fight. We took one of Donny's brother's jock straps out of the laundry bin, still damp and starchy from earlier in the day, and stuck it into his mouth. He yelled half-heartedly through the gag, but we all knew no one would hear him since the garage was on the back side of the house away from the upstairs bedrooms. We wrestled him over to the his dad's work bench, and we roped his hands over his head to the vice on the end of the bench. Then we took his legs and tied them one at a time over his head, to the rack above the same end of the bench. I jammed an old pillow that was in the garage under his lower back to give him support, and now we had the fucker where we wanted him, and where he knew we'd have him sooner or later. That's how it always happened. Two guys would over power the third so the last guy couldn't be blamed for whatever happened.

We yanked off Donny's dirty Chuck Taylor high tops, and pulled off his damp white sweat socks. His big pale feet were totally exposed, and we knew what would make old Donny's rod go rock hard. His fifteen year old feet were strong and musculed for his age, but that was because Donny was mature for his age. He had hair all over his body, expecially under his arms, around his balls, and up the crack of his ass. The black hair contrasted to his pale skin, and ruddy appearance. His feet were almost pink, they were so pale. His toes were long and thick, and curved under. His arch was high, and his foot was wide at the ball. For a kid, he had big feet, just like his dick. His feet were size eleven, and his dick was size nine. But that cock was his best feature; long, thin and slightly bowed to the side, with a giant knob on the end. We ignored all the squawking that Donny was doing behind the gag, as we unloosened his jeans, and yanked them just below his hips...enough to get at his prick. I slid one hand up under his t-shirt and began to rub my dry, but rough finger pads over his pebbled tits. 

Donny's tits were little rubbery mounds, not cones like Tan's. The hard little gristle nubs would add starch to Donny's dick, making his dick head expand and grow stiff as the tit tips when they were tickled. Basically, you could almost jerk Donny off with his titties. I pulled, rubbed, scratched and tugged gently, getting the big dummy to squirm and start moving his head back and forth. He started to sweat, and the smell of his rank boy body got me hard as a rock in my jeans. With my other hand, I grabbed one of his Dad's bristle brushes from the tool rack, and began to slowly draw it up and down the sole and arch of Donny's big boy feet. That did it...the fucker began to howl and jerk, trying to move his feet from the maddening sensation of the bristles on them. He laughed, cried and howled through his gag, curling those long toes, but I kept at it while my fingers rolled his now hardened tit nubs. I liked scratching the tits when I dragged the brush over his soles, because the confusing sensations would cause his dick to be helpless to the relentless assault of Rick's fist. 

Rick had found the right way to handle Donny's fat knob. He pulled on an old batting glove that was crusted and dirty he found near the bin that held all the sports gear. Then he slopped on two big dollops of silicon grease he found with Donny's father's tool supplies. With Donny's legs drawn up over his head, his long fuck stick was suspended towards his face. Rick used one greased finger on the other hand to tickle the lips of Donny's hairy asshole, and grasped the big rod in his greasy, gloved hand. Between my brush and finger action, and Rick's glove and finger action, helpless Donny did not have a chance. His eyes went wide as he squealed and yelled into the jock gag. When Rick torqued his fist around the dripping knob of Donny's boy dick and jammed his finger up the kid's ass to the first knuckle, Donny's toes curled tight, his tits went rock hard, and he squirted six wads of thick, white, boy scum onto his face and gag. For good measure, Rick used the thumb trick on Donny's piss lips after his balls had drained, and only scum was dripping from the fat helmet. Donny whined behind his gag as the torturing finger made his knob stay hard from the ticklish sensation, and his curled toes turned almost white from the strain. We loosened Donny's arms, and his legs. He lay on the table, his dick semi-hard and wet, his face covered in boy cream as we walked out the door, snickering and shoving each other. Fuck it made my did hard to make my buddy shoot his load. There was something great about getting a guy to squirt gism while you were working his precious cock without his consent. 

 

Rick's Surprise

Rick and I walked out of the garage, and headed back down the street to our homes. We lived just one block from Donny's, on the same street. It was 1:30 am, and in our part of town, everyone was in bed. I asked Rick if I could come up to his room. He had told me that his folks were gone for the weekend, and his siblings were out doing their thing. He said sure, figuring we'd get off somehow, but he didn't know that I had a special deal in mind for our games that night.

By the time Rick knew what hit him, after we arrived at his bedroom, it was too late. I had him trussed up on his bed, arms tied to his ankles, with his baseball bat as a spreader bar to keep his feet secured wide apart. I used a big pillow his mom had in the den downstairs as a bolster behind him to support his back. I had him gagged with his own damp sweatsocks. 

Rick's a dirty blond, with dark roots, eyebrows, crotch and pit hair. But on his legs, arms, chest, and ass, the thick curly hairs are blond. Like Donny, he's a mature fifteen and hairy for his age, almost like he was a boy in a man's body. His dick is absolutely fine, six inches of thick wide gristle, with a big plum knob. You can't tell the difference between the thickness of his cock and his dick head, they are the same...big, and in the showers at school it always seems his dick is kinda half hard...one of those cocks that's always in between half-stiff and fully bonered. He's got two big balls that hang down in a sack that's always hot, sweaty and starchy. I love smelling his nuts whenever we mess around. 

While he was tied down, I went through the house looking into the drawers of his parents and brothers to see what I could find. I found a wicked vibrator in his parent's room, with attachments. It was one of those probe dildos, with a thin, flexible nodule at the end, with some bumps on it. In the laundry I found some clothes pins, and in his brother's bathroom I found a toothbrush...of course. When I went back to Rick's room and he saw what I had, he broke out in a sweat, his boy pits exuding a sweet adolescent smell, and his balls wafting up odors like a young billy goat. I got down between his spread legs, and slipped my head under his ass. The dark brown, hair filled, crack flexed as I blew a stream of my breath through pursed lips, and drank in the sweaty odors. As I inhaled the stale, sweaty ass smell...stink but not shitty, I began to tickle and scratch the asslips with my broken index fingernail. Like always, his ass muscles clenched. I took some hair tonic from the bathroom, and coated my finger. Then I gently tickled and prodded my finger all around his little anal knot, worrying the little hole, making him work desperately to keep my insistent digit out of his boy butt. But he couldn't hold out forever, and when I reached up to roll one of his tits, he lost focus and I slipped my greasy finger to the first knuckle into his tight ass. He bucked, and he yelled behind the gag, but I ignored every "uuuummmmppphhhh" and "aaaaaaaaggggggghhhh" that came from him, knowing that eventually he'd give in and his grunts would turn to groans of pleasure. While I wiggled my finger in his butt, rotating it and gently fucking it back and forth, I used the fingers on my other hand to lightly stroke his dick knob. Making my fingers like a spider, I grazed my nails around the flange, causing his cock to spasm from the maddening tickle. Between my finger in his butt, and my nails on his cock tip, Rick was groaning and turning his dick over to me to work some spunk from his nuts.

I pulled my finger out from his ass, and wiped it off on his shorts. Then I greased up the thin dildo probe as he watched wide eyed. He moved his head back and forth, and yelled rapidly and frantically behind his gag. I smiled broadly and put my hand to my ear as if to say, "what, I can't hear you." Then I held the greased, thin probe up in my hand, and switched its vibrator on. The thing buzzed and shook slightly in my fist, and I moved it towards Rick's torso. With a wicked smile, I applied it to his stiff little titties, making them thrust involuntarily toward the buzzing wand, trying to tickle and soothe them all at the same time. Then I moved it down, as Rick watched, toward his navel. When I reached that hairy little portal, after tickling the wand back and forth over his studly boy abdominal muscles, I thrust the think into his hairy navel hole. He bucked and I laughed, as I fucked the wand in, out and around the navel, and used my other hand to ply his sensitive tits. Then I dragged the whirring wand down to each of his big boy nuts. Holding the sack, I pressed the buzzing end against each nut, making Rick's eyes roll, and his dick drip long strands of clear pre-cum. After I finished with both nuts, I dragged the thing up and down the sides of his raging boner, buzzing his head for only a moment, and giving his circumcision scar some quick work as well. Then it was down again under his spread legs, using the wand up and down his hairy and taut thighs, making him squirm and gasp from the tickling sensation. Slowly, but surely, I worked up the space between his big nuts and his asshole. Rick's got one of those connections that sorta hangs between a guys ass cheeks when he's on all fours, a sweet little pouch that's so senstive to the touch and separates his sperm bank from his asshole. I buzzed that little pouch firmly, making Rick's thighs strain to close, and his asshole clench helplessly between the hairy cheeks. But he knew where I was going...and that he couldn't stop me. I let the wand play from back and forth on his frenum, and then gradually worked it toward the taut butt cheeks. The space that leads his asshole is hairy, but the way he was tied, he couldn't clench the cheeks together like he wanted. He could make them firm, but there was a space into which my finger could lodge. Using my other hand, I spread his cheeks enough to expose the hairy little rosebud, and without much ado, applied the buzzing tip of the wand to the hole. 

Rick tried to jump up off the bed, but with his arms tethered to his ankles, and torso bowed backwards, and his legs kept apart by the baseball bat, he was unable to do much more than make the bed bounce. I buzzed and buzzed that hole, using my other finger to apply more grease, and even slip more up his anal tract. Finally, I put some pressure to the wand, and even though he fought it, I slowly inserted it in his ass. This invasion was more diligent that the one with my finger, and I probed until I hit his boy nut. Jeez did that kid jerk and wail. A long stream of cock lube dripped down from his long, wide piss lips. I had found the magic button, and I continued to poke it until the fucker was grinding his ass to give his own boy pussy a good work out. I lodged the bottom of the whirring wand against the pillow and bed, and then switched it to low. Rick was in teenage heat....aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh he moaned as his ass ground back and forth, both trying to elude and at the same time to rub the throbbing fullness buzzing up his asshole. I clipped both his rubbery tits with the clothespins that poked through more blond hair than a fifteen year old should have on his chest. Then I pulled his cock down, now made painfully rigid by the massage of his prostrate. Using the toothbrush, I began a systematic, and relentless scrubbing of his dick knob with his brother's toothbrush. Rick's long toes curled, and sweat poured from his armpits. His groans, turned into whines and wails, as the wicked bristles scratched gently back and forth against the glassy knob of his aching boner, making sure to torture not damage my buddy's pride and joy. I used the lube that leaked steadily from his pisslips, to lubricate the path of the brush, and focusing on the flange and the smooth pisslips, till I drove the kid wild. After his knob was firey red, and hard as a rock, I licked my palm and fingers, and grasped his turgid bone. With a sure grip, and a gentle but steady frig, I jerked that big blond kid till his fat dick spat eight long ropes of boy cum up into the air. He yelled through the whole cum, and bounced his ass on the probe until I thought he'd hurt himself.

I reached under him, and slowly extracted the buzzing probe. I wiped it off, and then began running the thing all over his body once again. He hadn't had time to come down, but I know from experience, that Rick could cum in five minutes. I tickled the buzzing dildo under his arm pits, into his navel, under this chin and in his ears, and even on his flexing toes. As I moved the dildo back and forth, I used the sperm to lube my fist as I began a steady, and straightforward masturbation of his big boy dick. Jesus I love the way he squirmed, looking to avoid the maddening sensation of the buzzing dildo, while he was being wanked towards his second cum. At the end, the fucker used my fist as a pussy. I held my hand in a circle, and he fucked it, grinding his dick any way he could into my fist. Finally, with a giant groan and spasm, the little jerk artist stiffened and pushed his cock rapidly back and forth in my fist, shooting streams of jism to coat my palm which I then used to rub his ticklish dick head until he fell over on his side, still trussed up, trying to avoid my tantilizing grip.

I wanted to stay and jerk him off once more, but I knew it was time to get home. I untied his arms, and left him to release his legs, and clean himself up. I knew I'd pay sometime for that little game, but fuck was it fun.

 

My Rubdown

When I got up to my room, I went into the closet and pulled out a shoe box I had behind some other stuff. I opened it, and the rank smell of cum hit my nose. There was an old sweatsock that I had cut to dick length. Looking at it made me remember the first time I had used it. My cousin Zack had come down from Wisconsin to visit. He was sixteen, and I had been fourteen last summer when he stayed for three weeks. Me and the guys had been playing with our pricks since we were thirteen, but we'd never gotten another guy into our games, until Zack visited. 

Zack liked to brag and tell fuck stories. The way he told it, he'd had more pussy than most guys in their twenties, but the three of us just smiled and noticed how his shorts bulged every time he told a story. I persuaded the guys to hide in the garage the first Friday night while my Mom and Dad were out at the movies. Zack and I had stripped down to our briefs and were shooting the shit about the tits on some gal in the movie we were watching in the family room next to the garage. But I noticed that once Zack got to talking sex and shit, his dick hardened up again, and he'd tugged on it, grabbed it kinda unconscious like, and acted like he didn't even notice that he had a boner. I made up an excuse to go into the kitchen and get some soft drinks, and when I did, I let Donny and Rick in the house. They snuck over to the couch where Zack was sitting sprawled out in his tented briefs, and when we jumped him, he hardly knew what hit him. In about five minutes, we had him tied for fun. Donny had stuck one of Zack's white crew socks in his own mouth, and tied it in place. We stretched old Zack to the four corners of the guest bed upstairs, and tied him spread eagle. Then each of us picked up toothbrush and got to work. 

Shit, did that boy howl behind the gag, and bounce on the bed like we'd poured a jar of fire ants over him. I used my brush on his taut abdomen, rubbing the stiff bristles into the crevices made by his firm muscles, and deep into his wide, hairy navel. Donny was concentrating in the inside of his thighs, right up to the scrunched up briefs jammed up his hairy ass crack. And Rick was down at the boy's feet, finding out how those strong, long toes looked when they curled and stretched vainly to escape the relentless bristles. Donny finally sprung old Zacky's prick, a eight inch banana that curled toward his navel. The big knob was wider that the long, think stalk and it was sticky with boy sap. Donny made a big show of slipping on the batting glove, and squirting some lubricant on the fingers and in the palm. Then he grasped that big boy dick, and closing his fist around the big plum, just slowly roiled and rolled that fucker, till Zack's legs went taut, and he howled as he squirted ten long ropes of scum. From that night on, for the remainder of Zack's visit, we milked that kid. My favorite was when we made him tell us ways to beat him off to stop us from tickling him. We chose the best, Rick's finger up the hairy asshole, me rolling his tits, and Donny doing the honors with the cotton sweat sock. Some guys are made to cum, and my cousin Zack was surely one of the best scum shooters I've ever seen. Every time I see that sock, I think of old Zacky. I'm hoping he comes to visit again this summer. The guys and I have some new tricks for him.

I poured in some lube I had snuck from my parent's stash inside the crusty sock, and then coated my cock. My jeans were jammed down at the tops of my sneaks, and I put my feet on the edge of my bed, up near my ass. Then I grasped my waving boner and began to slide that slippery sock up and down my rod. The sweet ache took over, and my fist moved as if I had no control. I had to jerk my meat, to torture the slick, smooth knob, torture my fuck stick until it shot its load of scum. Up and down, up and down, "aaaaaaagggggggghhhhh" I moaned, yyyeeeeaaaaaahhhhh....aaaaawwwwww fuuuuuccccckkkkk...!" "Make me cum," I whispered, "beat my boy dick until I can't control myself....aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" In seconds, I was bouncing all over othe bed, and my cock fucked the sock like it was some slimy pussy, grazing my aching boner against the rough, slippery cotton, till I couldn't stand the sensation. Then without warning, my seven inch dick went hard, and the knob bulged obscenely. I shoved the sock around my dick head one last time and torqued it at the same time...gasped, whined and shot streams of sloppy teenage crud into the sock. 

I rolled over, grinding my dick into the sock and my fist, unable to stop the sweet torture, rubbing my big boy boner and my ticklish knob again and again against the rough material, trying to subdue the extreme sensations. Fuck....what a cum! After I cleaned up, I fell asleep dreaming of what I had in my mind for Dana; and thinking how my buddies and I could turn that studly teenage wrestler into a helpless jack-off slave, ready to drop his pants for any guy who wanted to whank him.

 

The Ordeal of Donny's Brother

I told ya that we had sneaked some of Donny's older brother's stash while he was home from the Marines. Donny's brother, Randy, was five years older than us, and at twenty-one we thought he was a fucking god. He was 6'2" of stud, built like a brick shit house, and handsome as all fucking get out. While Donny was pale with dark hair, Randy was tanned and covered in blond fur with dark roots. I'd throw a bonner when he'd come downstairs and shoot the shit with us, looking at his big, muscular size thirteen feet, with their slender ankles and the wide balls, and those fucking thick, long toes. The hair on his legs came down in thick curls, ending their descent just above his ankles, then the pale skin of his white feet, protected usually by his marine boots, looked so strong and vulnerable at the same time with their tufts of hair on the top of his first two toes, the pronounced veins and muscles looking both strong and vulnerable. Sometimes, when he'd walk around the house, he'd go sockless in those boots, making those big peds sweat in the dirty leather. 

His fingers were long too, with thick with tufts of hair just above the first knuckles, and his tits were jutting cones off the end of his bulging pecs, surrounded by those whorls of curly blond hair. His thighs and ass were as pale as his feet, and I wondered what his little ass-pucker looked like behind the thick, dark, sweaty hairs that curled deep into his crevice.

One night when we came home from screwing around after one of our school's football games, Donny found Randy at home. It was 11:00 p.m. and we'd come home cause Rick's dad told him he couldn't stay out so late on account of some bad grades he'd gotten in English. 'Shit-head;' we were pissed, because we didn't get to go out and jerk our dicks like always. We split, going home horny and Donny headed upstairs. But Randy was about to make up for Donny's disappointment. 

Randy was so cool. He talked about the Marines and the shit they had to go through. He described how girls drooled over Marine dick, and how he and his buddies got laid whenever they wanted. When he smoked, the way his full lips curled around the cigarette, you'd think he was sucking tit. He had a dimple in one cheek, and his dark blue eyes sparkled whenever he looked up at you through his heavy eyelids and long lashes and thick eye brows. Whenever he gave me that shy come hither smile, my dick hardened in my jeans. I fucking wanted to get my hands on his body, but always felt like a snot-nosed kid around him. But that night, when Donny arrived home just before 11...he found Randy was upstairs in his room. 

What Donny did not know about Randy was that the Marine Corps had opened new options for him, that his small town brain had never imagined. The first week in the barracks, after the guys were just getting to know each other, after a long, exhausting exercise, the some guys had shared their hidden weed with Randy before lights out. When he climbed in his upper bunk, he was stoned, tired, and dazed. As he was drifting off, he felt something strange. It seemed like something was crawling up his leg, and he was about to jump up and yell, but his fear of embarrassment in the barracks, and his stoned condition, made him just reach down instinctively to grab whatever it was. Much to his shock and surprise it was a rough hand. The fingers were tracing their way up his hairy calves, to the area just inside his knee. He was going to squeeze the hand hard enough to break the fingers, when the hand slapped his own hand away, and then returned to his leg. Shit...he didn't know whether to yell or jump up and punch whoever it was, but he was afraid of having the guys see him with some other guy's hands on him, and he might fucking get into trouble. Plus, and this was worst of all...he was throwing a bone. Whenever Mary-Ann, his high school stead, had gone with him to a movie, the moment her hand would rub inside his thighs, he'd get a boner, or if she leaned over and her long nails scraped against his shirt where his tit was, he throw a rod. This rough hand, was having the same affect on him, making his dick rigid, and the moment that happened, he'd start to drool pre-scum. It'd been a whole fucking week since he'd shot his shit, too busy with grueling workouts and unsure how to act in the barracks. He'd thought he heard other guys slapping their bones under the sheets, but he was too hick to take the chance himself.

Now this hand was scratching the deep inner cords of his thigh muscles, and one finger was tickling just under his balls...shit...'aaaaaggggghhhhhh' he groaned to himself. He arched his body to avoid the hand, be it took that opportunity to slip one finger between his firm butt cheeks, and tickle his anal port. He slammed his ass down, and at that moment, another hand gripped his aching cock. As the finger from one hand distracted him by rubbing against his asshole, the other began a smooth slide up and down his thick, rugged erection. He was paralyzed, his hands at this sides gripping the sheets, his toes thrust out and pointed, allowing the tantalizing sensations to overcome him. The drool from his big cock head, soon bathed the dick in lube, and the callused fist slid up and down faster and faster...while all Randy could do was squeeze his eyes shut and arch his chest, grinding his ass as the itch at his knob began to grow and grow. His body began to tremble, and his cock head expanded, then suddenly gobs of sperm shot from the wide piss lips. The hand, his sheets and everything was bathed in the sticky starch. The hand kept milking him until every drop had been ejaculated, and then it gently roiled his knob just to make him slam his heels into the bed, and raise his knees to protect himself. Then just as suddenly as the hand had arrived, it was gone. When Randy finished catching his breath, he opened his eyes and saw nothing but the darkened room. But when he touched his sensitive cock, the wetness and tickle confirmed that this had been no dream.

Now at home, Randy was still recalling that night and others that had found him surrendering to the hands of anonymous men in the barracks. He knew that others must know about his willingness to let guys jerk him off after lights out, cause more than one guy had done it to him. But he said nothing, and so his cock became a barracks plaything at night. This night, Donny's parents were out at the Raymond's at an adult party and weren't going to be home till late. Randy had come home from a double date with Mac Stevenson. They'd picked up a couple of girls from the neighboring town that Mac knew. Donny was surprised his brother was home so soon, but he was anxious to hear the cock and cunt tale so he could go and jerk off a load to the image. But when we got upstairs, he found a surprise.

Old Randy was smashed to the gills, and the room reeked of weed. He was sprawled on the bed in a pair of ragged briefs and nothing else. When he saw Donny, he gave that smashed/stoned smile, and invited him in. He slurred through his story of how the girls were pretty, and basically smelled of cunt...but wouldn't put out. Mac had gone home pissed and horny, so when he dropped off Randy, he'd come upstairs and had shots of scotch while he toked. As he spoke, Donny took in the sight of his big brother's hunky body. His dick was half hard, in spite of his condition, and caused his briefs to bulge obscenely. There was a damp spot where his fat knob pushed against the worn cotton material. He talked smack, and groped his crotch, and Donny got a teenage bone watching him. As Donny listened to his brother drone on, he got so horny, he decided that he had to get some of his big brother's dick.

"Hey Rand," he asked, "could I have a hit offa your joint?" smirking to himself about the use of the obvious pun. 

Randy smiled that drop dead gorgeous, goofy smile, the one that high school girls loved when he played baseball and would wink at them between innings of games while he sat on the bench. "Shit, I wished that cunt I was with had asked that, I'da unzipped my fly and let her smack her lips around my pecker till she choked." Then he laughed like he'd told a great joke. As he spoke, he jerked his briefs down for his brother to see the fat, wet knob of his half hard dick, smeared with clear goo. Then he let the briefs snap back up, and continued. "But sure kid, the parents won't be home for a while, so you can have a toke or two," he slurred drunkenly.

Donny took a couple of long hits like an experienced vetran, then kicked off his flip-flops, and pulled his t-shirt off of his head, and tossed it on the floor. Suddenly he was dressed in only his baggy shorts. He flopped down on the bed next to his brother, his head near the big, muscular feet, while Randy lay sprawled out on his back..

Donny sat up and reached over his brother to grab the beer bottle next to the scotch on the night table, and took a long swig. Then as he reached to put the can back, he let it carelessly rub over one his brother's rubbery, pointy tit cones. The cold sensation caught Randy off guard, and as the nipple hardened immediately, his dick also lurched in his briefs. He threw his head back on the bed and hissed arching his back gently and closing his eyes. Then, as he settled back, he flopped an arm over his face. Donny starred at his brother's perfect body, smelled his half sweat--half deodorant scent, watched as he idly flexed his toes, and his chest rise and fall as he breathed deeply. Donny returned the reefer to his brother, slipping it between his lips, and volunteered to get him another shot of scotch with a beer chaser. 

Pretty soon, Randy was floating, half awake and half out. Each time he reached for the beer, Donny would purposely kept rubbing the can against his brother's tits, almost absently. Randy's huge fuck stick hardened up completely and stuck up out of the side of his loose briefs, wet and drooling. In minutes, Donny had Randy spread out over the bed, dizzy, horny and exposed; his briefs down below his big, hairy balls. With his big brother's dick exposed, Donny took two fingers and began to rub the wet, sticky knob just below the piss lips, that rested on top of the wide, curling shaft. At first Randy tried to avoid the contact, hunching his big body, and trying to turn sideways to avoid the delicious sensations on his prick. But like the hands at the base, he gradually surrendered to the sweet sensations. For good measure, and to keep his brother off guard, Donny kept rubbing the beer can against the nearest titty. The big Marine lost focus, and gave in to it, stretching his big body out so that the tickling at his tits and the sweet irritation of his cock would continue. 

Donny licked his fingers on one hand and began plying his brother's juicy nipples, rubbery and hard, occasionally pinching them just enough to get a gasp from the horny stud, and making him arch toward the plucking fingers. In the meantime, with his brother in a drunken and sexual haze, Donny began to gently use the fingers on the other hand to tickle and roil the whole fat fuck knob of his brother's now completely stiff dick. Before Randy knew what had happened, Donny was sucking and nipping his tits, pushing his free fingers into his brother's drooling mouth to suck on, and gently jerking the fat dick plum in his other fist, causing the big boy to grind his ass into the damp sheets beneath him. 

Donny knew the score. His big brother was just like other dudes who need to shoot scum; they'll take any port in a storm, and then act like it never happened. Within minutes, Donny had Randy spread-eagled on the bed. He took a couple of his brother's ties and secured each wrist to a corner of brass bed so he could not bring his arms down. Then Donny lifted each of his brothers heavy, hairy legs and placed them so his thighs were spread apart. Hunkering down between those huge thighs, Donny took a deep sniff of the starchy nuts damp with ball sweat, rolling the hot sack between his brother's legs, the size of duck eggs and covered with blond and brown hairs. The scent of those manly nuts, full of scum, made Donny's cock go rock hard in his briefs and shorts. He reached up and gently scratching his fingernails in the deep, muscled, hairy pits of his brother's arms, caused Randy to lift his thighs at the ticklish sensation, raising up on the balls of his feet and exposing his hairy asshole cleft. Donny dove down, and slipped his firm tongue between the taut cheeks, thrusting the hair aside and licking the sweaty but clean cleft and spasming anal knot. Randy squealed in surprise, and tried to get up. But when he found himself bound, all he could do was groan and curse..."Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee....what the fuck.....you faggot...lemme up....Don you prick head....wait'll I get my fuckin' hands on you......aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee .....ooooooohhhh fuck, ooooohhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiittttttt!"

Donny had wedged a wet finger between his brother's hairy buns, while continuing to gently tickle his exposed pits with the other hand. Though he was able to close his thighs to protect his nether portal which was totally vulnerable, the delicious sensation of one finger tickling at his asshole, and the others scratching into his sweaty pit, felt too good for Randy to stop them. Instead, he closed his thighs, but more to trap the finger worrying itself into his anus, rather than to stop its insidious progress. Donny's jagged nail, on his worming index finger, pried into the musky hole and tickled and prodded until his finger-tip was lodged up to the knuckle. In the meantime, Donny had his mom's vibrator that he had carried with him on our earlier trip in hopes of some action, and was still in the pocket of his shorts. He pulled it out of his pants, and was running the buzzing thing over Randy's taut abs, and pointed tits.

When Donny reached up to Randy's chin, and rubbed the vibrator against his face, his brother suddenly leaped on the bed, restrained only by his bonds. He turned his head wildly, hoping to escape the vibrator, but Donny kept moving it, and then bringing it back down to his brother's tits, abs, and navel. Once he opened his mouth to protest, and Donny stuck it in, the vibrator tickling the roof of Randy's mouth, rattling his teeth, and buzzing his tongue. He gurgled and burbled, as the wicked thing assaulted him. For some reason the attempt to escape and the surprise bondage seemed to stimulate him even more, his big fat dick, burping pre-scum as he tried desperately to both escape and enjoy the multiple sensations. As his brother struggled to avoid the buzzing sensations, Donny's index finger rooted further up his brother asshole to make contact with his prostrate.

Donny paused only once, to take one of his brothers huge feet and slip the thick, long toes into his mouth. He sucked the long, muclar digits like a calf nursing, while he used his fingernails to scratch up and down the sole and high arched instep. Randy, bucked again, but with groans of pleasure. The jabbing at his prostrate, the wet sensation on his ticklish toes, made him grunt and groan. Donny was in hog heaven, watching as he played with his big brother's body, servicing and working it. 

After sucking the toes on both of those delicious, muscled, and vulnerable feet, Donny returned between his brother's legs, and sucked on each of his roiling nuts. The huge duck eggs were easily trapped in Donny's voracious mouth, and his tongue swirled and laved each one, till Randy's toes flexed and his butt again ground into his sheets, groping frantically to avoid the overpowering sensation of his nuts being rolled and suckled in Donny's suctioning mouth. At the same time he'd suck a nut hard, Donny would jab his brother's prostrate, confusing the big stud and making him surrender more to the sensations. Finally, Donny's index finger, generously lubed with Randy's pre-scum, stuck deep up into his brother's fundament and twisted back and forth. As he inserted it deeply up Randy's grinding asshole, he returned his other hand to gently tug and pinch his brother's nips. Slowly, the finger worked its magic, bumping and rubbing his his big brother's prostrate each time he screwed it back and forth. When Donny slipped the huge, bloated cock tip of Randy's rigid fuck pole into his mouth, and allowed his big brother to wedge his cock into his throat, Randy rolled and his eyes and finally gave up generous wads of nut juice. His groans and fuck talk told Donny that the bigger they are, the harder they fall:

Ohhhhhhh, jeeeeez----fuck! Suck my cock, ooooooooooooohhhhh you fuckin' dick-eater, each my baby-maker.....aaaaaawwwwww, yeah....right there!, right there! Aaaagggghhhh! Aw, fuck-it.....eat my sweet meat,.....I fuckin' need this.....aaaaahhhh. I need to shoot my juice, eat that big dick....aaaaaaaahhhhh yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh....I'm gooonnnnaaa cummm! I'm goooooonnnnnaaaa cuuuuummmm......oooooohhhhhh you got my nuttttttt! 

Donny's finger, now plunged deep up his brother's asshole, rubbed the prostrate quickly until his brother's hips were bucking in the air, his long toes curled under, and his thighs spread wide. With one final pinch of a tit, and poke of the finger, the dick knob expanded, and then, exploded deep in Donny's throat! His nine inch dick, curved wickedly toward his navel and with a huge mushroom cap, was lodged in his younger brother's constricting throat, sending ropes of man cum squirting down the teen's esophagus. Randy's muscles went rigid, and he kept howling and rolling his head as he shot wad after wad of thick, viscous, sperm into his brother's siphoning mouth. Donny kept sucking him until every drop of scum had dripped out of the piss lips, and his brother's hips jerked and rolled frantaically to keep the ticklish sensation of Donny's tongue from laving the overworked prick knob. He just nursed on the fat fuck tip till his brother begged and pleaded with him to stop, unable to keep his dick from shrinking and remaining rigid as long as Donny's lips were glued to it. Donny had showed his big brother that there was more than what he got at nights in the dark of the barracks, and his brother would be glad to provide the service.

From that night on, there was an unspoken arrangement between Donny and Randy. When Randy would be at home, up late in his room, drinking and smashed, it was a signal for Donny to slip in and suck cock. Randy could never get enough of his big boner sucked and licked, and his pointed, sensitive nips worked. Since most girls wouldn't suck his big tool, and no one ever messed with his ass or played with his tits, Donny gave Randy delicious sensations that he had never felt.

The only time Donny got Randy when he was sober, was when the two boys and their Dad went on a camping tirp. Donny and Randy shared a tent. When the lights were out, Donny would slip over next to Randy's sleeping bag, and while his brother lay on his back, pretending to be asleep, Donny would slip his hand through the open side of the bag and between his brother's naked legs. After finding the big dick, already hard and wet, he'd play with it, Randy's big balls, and occasionally scratch and tug on Randy's pointy titties. Randy loved his tits played with, and in conjunction with Donny's fist torquing round and roung the knob of his cock reminded the big boy of his barrack's nights. It didn't take long for the big guy long to arch his body and shoot long ropes of gism. 

Just before Randy went back to the base, after his leave, Donny gave him a night he would not forget. Randy had gone out with his buddies, and gotten drunk. As usual, he waited for Donny to come up to his room and suck off the tension. But this night, Donny had a surprise. He goaded his brother over onto his knees, and then he crawled underneath. He pulled the long curved dick down, and began sucking on it, and reached up to pinch his tits. Once in a while he'd slip his finger between up behind Randy's balls, and into the sweaty crevice of his ass, and tickle the anal knot. After he got Randy worked up, and fed him some more scotch, he produced his hockey stick and secured both of his brother's ankles to each end. Then he tied his brother's hands behind his back and attached the rope to the middle of the hockey stick, just taut enough to keep Randy from moving anywhere. He also slipped his wet jock strap from gym that afternoon into his brother's protesting mouth. 

Randy was expecting his usual blow job, but Donny had other ideas for this last night together. He produced the thin anal probe that we had used on Tan. He lubed it and gently, slowly inserted up Randy's butt, then tied it place with the harness we always used. Then he produced the batting glove we often used on one another. After putting on the glove, and lubing it generously, he slowly fisted it up and down, Randy's thick, rigid fuck pole without ever touching the itchy dick head, constantly drooling sap which dripped down the curved stalk and added to the masturbation. When Danny turned on the vibrating probe lodged in his brother's ass, Randy's eyes bulged, and he ordered his punk brother in angry words muffled by the gag to release him. His big pale, and hairy butt clenched feverishly, using the strong glut muscles to try and squeeze the probe from its nesting place. But the humming device was trapped in the fetid hole, and the lining of Randy's ass was buzzed and buzzed by the shaking probe, and is round head was bumping over and over against the big boy's fuck nut. Then when Donny began to roll his tits and tug on them, Randy's angry shouts waned, and he began to groan and grunt. And when Donny worked that rough glove up the cock to the knob of the big dick, the leather material crusted from previous nights, but lubed enough to take off the hard edge, Randy went wild. 

Donny whispered into his brother's ears as the fist began a slow, tortuous path up and down the rigid stalk. "Hey big brother, I'm gonna take care of your blue balls tonight...yeah...I'm gonna milk those nads until you ain't got no more juice to shoot! I'm gonna pinch those hard nips of yours, and fuck your bull twat, and maybe tickle those big feet until you can't see straight, then I'm gonna milk this stud-stick of yours, and get it to go down so you return to the base you'll never forget me." 

"Yeah, Randy, so you better squirt as much as you can each time ya cum, cause I'm gonna keep draining those balls until there's no cream left in 'em." With that, Randy lost control. Donny had his moved up his fist, swirling it around the huge, bulging prick knob and deliciously torturing the flange and circumcision scar by the piss lips, and the wide helmet, until Randy's toes had curled so tight Donny thought they might break off. Randy whinnied, whined, and wailed from behind the gag for him to stop...and yet the way his dick responded it seemed he never wanted the incredible sensation to stop:

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH....nnnnnnoooooooooooooo! My dick....what're you doing to my dick! STOPPPPPPPPP IT!.........NNNNoooooooooooo....my dick......ooooohhhhhh oowhhhh ffffuuuuuuucccccckkkkk!.....my DDDDiiiiiiiccccckkkk!...Ya gottaaaa STOP! .....aaaaaaawwwwwwwwwww nnnnooooooooooooo!!!

Donny just smiled as his fist concentrated on the end of big brother's rigid boner, the thumb moving rapidly back and forth on the piss lips. Randy thought of all the girls who had taken this cock like a pile driver up their dainty pussies, Randy mashing them to mattresses and car seats as he sated his throbbing manhood. But now Randy was helpless and his dick lurched in the roiling fist of his sixteen year old punk kid brother. How many times had he picked on the kid when he was younger, how many times had the kid idolized him as one of the big jocks in high school. Now, he was a tethered bull, a Marine jarhead roped and tied, his asshole getting nicely reamed and his oversized prick tip was being used and abused in the kid's punishing fist. A few more sweet tugs of the big boy's tits, and his helpless boner began shooting long ropes of clotted baby juice toward his face resting on the bed. Randy was going out of his mind, and Donny turned to watch his brothers toes flex spasmodically as the gism squirted from the overwrought dick tip. Fuck YEAH! 

Donny dreamed that night, after he milked three huge cums from Randy's balls churning balls, that the next time his big brother was on leave he'd get Randy together with all of us guys. He wanted Randy's next cum to be him sitting on one of our laps, his hands tied behind his neck, and his legs tied apart with a spreader bar, and a fist rotating on his dick knob, while one of the guys was finger-fucking him with the a kid's tooth brush up his ass-pucker, tickling mercilessly his prostrate with the unforgiving bristles. Just the thought of the big 6'2" stud, roped on to the lap of some sixteen year old jerk artist made Donny squirt hard into the sheets on his bed as he fucked them and grunted to his own third ejaculation of the night. Randy was a bull that needed to be managed, and Donny was just the little brother to do it for him!

 

Dana's Big Mistake

I'd been scheming for months to get into Dana Berryhill's jockstrap. Each time I went to the lockerroom after the High School wrestling matches, it seemed that his crotch got fuller and his dick and balls seemed to be bigger under that sweaty, starchy strap. The big sack of hanging balls, two duck eggs hanging down, swinging between his legs, the dark hairs curling around 'em, and snaking up his crack to his ass, wet and dark. The last time, I'd swear he had a boner growing from humping the last guy he'd taken, the big dick knob outlined in his pouch, and when he walked to the showers, the dick half hard and thick. I was determined that another month would not go by without me getting my lips around that fuck tip controlling it with my tongue, and my finger up that hairy butt crack.

I found out from Jake Hendricks that Dana had a thing for young teen pussy. He lusted after younger girls, and had a scam going where he could get his fingers, lips and dick into cunt that was old enough to like her clit worked, and young enough to be cherry. Knowledge like that was power for a dick hound like me. I knew if I could get some photos of old Dana working out on some chicken pussy, I'd be in fat city. Jake, who liked weed as much has he liked shooting scum, gave up his buddy for a bag. I figured that keeping tabs on Jake would be good too, cause his sweet, hairy blond bod would make a nice weekend game for me and the boys. Since weed was his thing, I knew we'd get him and his eight inch dick eventually. 

I learned that Dana's regular was Chet Wilken's little sis, Mary-Anne. She was only sixteen, but looked twenty. She had tits like a battleship, and enough hair on her pussy for a grown man to think he was in hay heaven. Apparently old Dana liked the fuzz, something to scratch his nose into while he was munching hair pie. I learned that he visited Mary-Anne on Thursday evenings while Chet was out at DeMolay and his parents were volunteering at church. Old Dana would slip in the back door, and had a couple of hours to suck cunt to his heart's content, and get his big dick suckled by a teeny-booper. I was waiting. I'd gotten old Chet to let me in to his room during the afternoon, and pretend that I'd gone when he left. Chet always needed rubbers, and I gave a month's supply, plus a couple of french ticklers that we'd gotten from Rick's brother drawer. He'd told us that chicks love ticklers, roiling up and down their twats and torturing their clits. We figured sometime we'd try 'em on Rick's brother when we had him good and drunk and his legs tethered over his head. It also cost me a blow job, but who wouldn't swing on Chet's 7" rod and hairy balls. He just put me between his thighs, and used his feet to brace on my shoulders while I sucked the life out of him. He squirted six long streams of gism, and I nursed his cock tip till I got him to fire one more load twenty minutes later, yelling his head off that I was killin' him. It was worth the trade-off, especially with a long distance runner like Chet. His dick stayed hard, and when I was through the second time, I sucked his long, slender toes for the hell of it, while I jerked his rod hard even though I didn't get him to cum again. I figured that old Chet would also end up in our van one night, and we'd take care of him properly then.

That night, I was hidden in little Mary-Anne's closet, without her knowing. I had my video camera and enough film and battery time to ensure that Dana Berryhill's ass pucker was mine for the remainder of his career in our town. It took about fifteen minutes for the two of them to get up to her room, but when they did, the show was worth the wait. The slimy fucker made baby cakes sit on his lap, and soon has his thick, rough digit was rubbing up and down her blond fuzz. Her shorts were at her ankles, and he'd wormed his finger under her wet panty crotch, sliding that long digital probe up and down the kid's fuck horny twat, making her squeal each time he found her clit. At the same time, he pinched her titties that were free under her t-shirt, and made her groan and beg for more. He made her stand, and stripped her naked, ordering her to bend over backwards so he could saw his thick fuck finger in and out of her juiced pussy, and made her beg him to keep doing it. Then he opened his mouth, and closed it over her twat from behind, slipping his long, sexy tongue into her juicing trough until she screamed for mercy. When he sucked her clit between his lips, she screamed and came, and came, and came until she had to fight his leeching mouth from her desperate cunny.

Then he ordered her to strip him. Jeez what a fuckin' site. He made her start with his walking shoes, using her teeth to pull the laces loose. Then he slipped his big foot between her legs, and made her pull off each heavy shoe. His white crew socks were damp, but not funky. He ordered her to her knees, and she sniffed and snuffled over those sexy sock covered feet, until his dick was hard as a rock in his shorts. Then he made her pull them off with her teeth, and begin licking his muscular feet. Those long, thick toes curled into her mouth, and she sucked and kissed them like she was starving, paying attention to the dark curling hairs on each of the longer toes. Then she was allowed to use her hands to slip his t-shirt over his handsome head. When his washboard stomach, with its trail of dark hair was bared, and those hard pecs with their rubbery cones, I thought I'd shoot a load in the closet, my dick was rubbing so hard against my jeans. But I focused, and kept the video running to capture every moment. 

Dana slid up on the nearby bed, and put his head on a pillow, with both hands behind his it, and made the little slut climb between his thick, hairy thighs. His shorts were tented straight up, the hard, thick dick sticking up like a nail. He made Mary-Anne sniff his balls, and he talked dirty to her, telling how girls loved his dick and his spunk filled balls. She began to whine and moan, and soon used her teeth to pull down the zipper on his shorts. When she was finished, his big bone sprung from the opening, and he let her unhook the snap and pull them down and off his legs. Dana lay spread on the bed, his legs wide, the dark thick hair framing his pale, thick dick and heavy hanging balls. The balls obscured his butt crack, but you could see the hair trailing down underneath, hinting at the taut, tasty little hole hidden behind them. When she finally had him stripped, Dana ordered her to lick him from each big toe to his his hot balls. She started up one leg, and when she got near the starchy nards, he made her go down to the other foot, and start up. When she finished, he allowed her to sniff his balls, and then suddenly lifted his legs up to his chest, grasping them under the knees with his strong hands. The he made the little sweet whore kiss his hairy ass pucker, and sniff the sweaty scent of his hair filled trench and nuts. Shit, I could see my fingers tickling that little hole, tickling it before I wormed my way in for the finger fuck he so badly needed. By the time I shot off my load in my jeans, I had captured on film little Mary-Anne sucking a fifteen second load out of Dana's bull balls, and her lips and face were smeared with his sticky jism. I was sure that the members of the academy would call me up for an award.

I had what I needed to give me and the boys a crack at the finest piece of boy flesh in the twin counties. I used the dual video recorder that my parents had bought, and made several copies from the original. I also used the photo lab at school, and secretly made about fifteen stills from the tape. Over the next week, I carefully composed a letter to Dana, and enclosed one of the many copies I had made of the stills. It was a great shot, of Mary-Anne's small mouth stretched over the wide knob of Dana's big banana, with his hips rising and his face contorted in lust as she sucked him silly. I slipped a note into Dana's locker with the pic. I stood across the hall in an alcove, and watched as he opened his locker, and found the envelope. It was heaven to see him shooting the bull with guys, standing in his letterjacket, looking cocky and handsome, and then the shock and surprise on his face as he read the note silently and looked at the picture:

"So Dana, how did it feel when her lips slipped up and down yer big pecker, and her tongue tickled that fat knob? I bet your toes curled when she sucked on that leaky old knob...lashing her tongue back and forth, tickling your asshole and pinching your tits? Was that how it was...huh Dana? Well fuckhead, now they're pics of you and little Mary-Anne in living color. So dude, you're fucked. If you cooperate, you'll get to have some fun and no one will know. You act like an asshole, and the pics and the tape....did I mention there was a video tape?....the pics and the tape go to the world, starting with Mary Anne's parents, and ending with Father John at St. Catherine's. I'll contact you again, and we'll see how smart you are."

He looked up, almost white as a sheet and panned around to see if anyone was watching him...if he could just find out who had left the damaging evidence. But I was safely out of sight, and the big boned senior, was crestfallen. My dick went hard, thinking of what me and guys would do to old Dana when we had him to ourselves. Making him show up the first time in his wrestling uniform....uggggghhhhhh, shit, don't cum in your jeans I was thinking.

The next day, at the same time, I left another note for Dana, between lunch and fourth period. This time, he seemed to arrive at his locker in a rush, too busy to talk trash with his buds. Instead, he hurried to open the locker, hoping that maybe there wouldn't be anything there and it was all a bad dream. But the envelope was just where I had left it. He opened it, and read carefully, his eyes scanning every line.

"Dana, this is a test. You are to go to the field house this afternoon. You'll find the storage room in the back open. Go inside and follow these instructions to the letter. If not, you'll find this pic and the others, floating around school tomorrow. [the picture was of him with his legs up and spread, and his big dick lodged down Mary-Anne's throat. You couldn't miss his mug in the background.] When you get to the field house, you are to...."

Now the Field House is on the far side of campus, beyond the baseball fields. It's used to store old equipment, and sometimes during football season it's used as an second weight room. But during the winter and early spring, it's not used. Since I work for Coach Wright in the afternoons, picking up the towels, delivering the team laundry, and keeping the gym period role book, I have keys to the storage areas. In the Field House are three closet/storage rooms, and I picked the one with the vent to hide in that afternoon. It's used for the football jerseys during the season, a place to store them after the Friday night games, and before they are laundered the next week. The place has the wonderful, stale smell of sweaty jock straps and dank sweat socks. But now it's empty, and the vent give me the chance to see into the large open space of the field house without anyone there seeing me. I brought my trusty video camera, because my instructions for Dana's test were a wet dream come true.

Just about 3:10 p.m., Dana came into the Field House. The door opened slowly, and he looked around cautiously for about a thrity seconds, before he slipped in-checking behind him to see that no one had seen him enter-then he locked the door as instructed. When his eyes became accustomed to the dim light, he walked slowly to the wall and snapped on one of the field house lights so it wouldn't draw any attention. He looked around again, and began to speak out loud in that deep, ballsy voice. I began to tape.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know how you got those photos, but can we just talk, huh?. This is stupid. I don't know why you want me to come here and do the stuff you wrote in your note...but why don't we just work it out. You want money, something I can give ya...let's see what we can work out. I don't want you wrecking Mary-Anne's life...it's not her fault and she shouldn't be busted over this crap. Whay'ya say, let's talk."

I said nothing. The note had been very explicit, and at the end I instructed him to follow my orders to the letter whether or not he thought anyone was watching. The dumb shit. He couldn't conceive that another guy might be doing this to him, so he thought he was putting on a show for some chick who was jealous of Mary-Anne and was trying to get into his jock.

"Ya know, if you liked what you saw when me and Mary were together, maybe we could work something out. I'll bet you like it just like everyone else. Maybe we could hook up, go to a movie, and then head out someplace together. Ya know? No sense in getting jealous or huffy just cause I'm with Mary Anne. I like girls a lot...and I know I'll probably like you...you ever come to my matches, see me wrestle?"

I laughed to myself, as I watched him go to the middle of the room where I'd left a chair and instructed him to use it. He sat down, and slowly undid the laces of his high tops. Then he pulled each one off, revealing the gleaming white sweat sox, clinging to his muscular feet. He flexed his toes, then he peeled each one of the socks off, showing his pale feet, with their veins and muscles, and those long, sexy toes. His narrow heels were pale and pink, and the hair at his toes, sprouted in earnest from his ankles and moved up invitingly to his pant legs.

He stood up, and pulled his t-shirt off over his dark brown hair, neatly buzzed. His rock hard chest, with its perfectly curved breast plates, those firm pecs with halos of dark brown hair swirling around each coned tit, and then trailing down his sculpted abs to his waistline, made my cock go rock hard and start to leak. His waist tapered perfectly to his buttonfly jeans, and the denim clung tight to his firm, little butt and his powerful legs. He looked around again, talking the whole time, hoping that he would convince whoever was behind this gig to come out and he wouldn't have to go all the way. But after there was no answer, he reluctantly went back to work, slowly unbuttoning the full pouch of his jeans. Now he changed tactics thought, deciding to give the anonymous chick who was humiliating him a real show.

"You know, I don't blame you if you want to get it together. Hell, I see girls all the time that I wanna make it with. Jeez, Coach works us so hard, and me and guys...we got all this pent up energy. Lotta the guys on the team wish they had a steady to relieve their tensions and have a good time with. So if you wanna be my special, hey that's cool. You know Mary Anne did some real nice stuff...she'd lick my tits [and with that he rubbed his fingers over the pointed nubs, and made their rubbery tips grow stiff and erect], and she suck my cock so good, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven." Dana grasped his crotch, and the bulge grew and then stretched down his leg as he kneaded it, his cock growing tumescent.

I watched as he slowly began to undo the 501 buttons. At a time when Levis were on their way out, Dana was a throw-back, dressing like a 1980's high school jock. As he popped the buttons he slouched down in the seat, and the bright white of his briefs and prominent bulge of his genitals forced the fly wider. He gave the girl, he thought was watching him, a show; squeezing his crotch and rubbing his big, strong, hairy hands over his abdomen and up to his shoulders, grazing those whorish tits each time he passed 'em. He finally pushed his jeans down to his big feet, and then stood up in just his white briefs, kneading the obscene bulge that had developed, and rubbing his chest. I could see a big wet stain on the cotton side panel of the briefs, and the dark sworls of hair on his muscular legs contrasted with whiteness of the Calvin Klein briefs.

Suddenly, the huge head of his dick thrust out the side of his briefs, wet and sticky, and he let the thumb of his right hand graze back and forth over it. "Aaaaaahhhhhh yeah...baby...you got me going, and I need to get off a load...shit...com'on, come out, let's you and me get it on." He closed his eyes, and bent his knees a bit as the ticklish sensations of his thumb on his dick head made him hunch a bit, and he threw his head back and closed his eyes as he grunted...."uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhh fuck, I need it bad...I need to get off...how bout it, huh?"

But I remained silent, and after about three minutes of fingering himself, he opened his eyes, looked around, and then began to finish his instructions. "OK, have it your way...but you gotta play fair. If I put on this show, you gotta give me the tapes and pics. You're gettin' what you want...I'm givin' ya a show...acting like a horny teen fuck head whose jerkin' his joint for ya...so now you gotta let up. OK, I'm going to do it, so think about it...let's just finish this afternoon and go our separate ways, huh? How bout it?"

He sat back down on the chair, and slouched till his ass was at the edge. Then he licked one figner and began to tickle the outside of his asshole as the note had instructed. Then he hawked a lugi on his other palm, and slapped it on his thick, curved pole, jutting up out of his crotch. He had to lift his balls to get his finger to his asshole, and his ass cheeks reflexively snapped shut on the digit tip as it scraped against his tender, sensitive ass lips. He crossed his legs, those big feet showing their pale soles, and the toes curling each time his other hand slid up to his dick head, just to the flange, avoiding the big, aching knob. A stream of clear pre-cum was dripping down the stalk, and he used it with his spit to lube the giant pole and began a steady rhythm sliding that fist up and down. Every five or six times, he'd slip the palm over the the wide knob, and roil the tip real quick. When he did it, his body would jerk from the sensations, and his toes would curl tight. He reached up and began to timidly roll one of his tits, and coupled with his fist sliding up and down, it didn't take five minutes for him to squirt seven long streams of cum. He bent his dick down and out, and the cum shot up and then out, landing in splats on the mat below. Then it seemed like more cum just rolled out of the knob, covering his fist, and webbing his fingers. Dana carefully avoided working his knob when he came, and I smiled knowing just what me and the guys would do when we made him pop. 

"OK, sweetie, you got your show. Now I'm gonna get dressed and get outta here. Remember what I said. I'll check by my locker tomorrow afternoon, and I'll be looking for a note that tells me where I can get those pictures and video...OK, I played fair...I did what you wanted, now your turn, OK?"

He shook off his dick, slipped into his briefs and jeans, bouncing on one foot. Then he slipped on his s-shirt, socks, and high tops and gave one more good look around the room, before he left. For my part, I was already composing tomorrow's note.

When Dana arrived at his locker the next day, he seemed anxious, hoping against hope that his little performance the day before had earned him a reprieve. He was disappointed. There were no tapes, and the only picture was of him shooting a long squirt of gism with his face contorted and toes curled, in the field house from the day before. He looked stunned as he read the note:

Nice dick, prick. But as you can see you just earned yourself some more slave points, and the opportunity to perform again. Next time you get to the field house, there'll be a box with some toys and some instructions. Just remember, follow every instruction, and don't fuck up. Cause if you do, the second video tape, along with the first, will be going to the admissions office of Iowa and you can kiss your wrestling scholarship bye, bye. So I'll see you tomorrow, but you won't see me...and don't try and screw this up....I think you know what I mean.

All that afternoon it seemed that Dana was troubled. I followed him to classes, and in each he slumped in his desk, somber and serious. At lunch, he seemed to pick up steam, though, finding Shane O'Brien his buddy from the basketball team. Shane was a six foot six hunk of beef, whose blond good looks almost matched Dana dark ones. I could see from a distance, when Dana took him aside from the other guys, that he was explaining something to Shane, and then I saw him pull out one of the pics and showed it to him. Shane looked at the pic, which Dana held tight in his fist, and looked first amused then dead serious. You could tell that Dana was asking him for help, and when Shane nodded his head, I could tell that he'd recruited some help for the next day. He wanted to catch whomever was fucking with him, and now that I knew that something was up, I would be setting up my own plan.

The next day, I brought Rick and Donny with me. I had filled them in on my plan after taking the second video, and they were excited as shit. I was posted in my same hideout in the field house, but unknown to Dana and Shane, the guys were waiting to for them to see what was the scheme Dana was trying to hatch. I learned later, that Dana had told Shane to wait until he went in, and then to search the perimeter of the field house and see what he could find. Little did Shane know what was waiting for him. While Dana was in the field house with me, following instructions and looking forward to meeting Shane later to find out what he had discovered, Shane was being jumped by Rick and Donny. Around the corner from the field house was a blind spot that wasn't visible from any other location, being between two buildings where there were no windows and no clear view. Rick tapped Shane on the back, and when the big guy turned around, Donny slipped a tie sack over his head and pulled the draw string so Shane would panic. The moment he did, Rick clicked a pair of cuffs on his hands and Donny tripped him. In a second they had his legs trussed, his cuffed wrists attached to his legs, and inside a gym duffle bag. Within fifteen minutes, they had pulled the van up to the back of the football field and Shane O'Brien was on his way to the experience of his young life.

Inside the field house, Dana was stalling, hoping that Shane would come in and give him a reprieve. But as time passed, he stopped looking around the room, and trying each of the doors, and went to the box in the middle of the room. He sat down in the chair, and placed the box on his lap to open it. Inside he took out the contents, one at a time and looked at them, before he read the note. There was a small, thin, wand, attached to a battery pack. He switched it on, and when the thing began to vibrate, he switched it off, and dropped it back in the box. Then he found a batting glove whose palm and finger tips were covered in soft bristles. Finally, there were two clothes pins. He looked at them confused, and then putting them down, reached into the box for the note. As he read, his confusion was cleared, but his fear began to show on his face. 

OK, jerk-off, now you begin your penance. You don't get any reprieve's, you just follow orders. There are no second chances. You either follow the instructions, or the pics start appearing. And I promise you, they'll get out slowly, so that each one will be more embarrassing and when the videos come out, you'll be jail bait for some con when they send you to prison for statutory rape. Now do the following....

For the first time, Dana seemed whipped. He didn't start talking at first, but when he pulled off his high tops socks, and took off his letter jacket and t-shirt, he began to speak quietly and in a respectful tone. I watched and listened as his hands went to his jeans and began to undo them. "Jeez, com'on, I told ya that it wouldn't be fair to Mary-Anne to implicate her. If you start showing those pictures, it's gonna be hard on her family and mine. Have a heart...huh? Jesus...what have I done to you to deserve this. I'm not a bad guy...com'on, have a heart....Jesus....please, if I do this shit tonight, please let this be the last time, huh?"

He sat on the chair, and began to use both hands on his nipples, his head down and eyes closed, rolling them and giving them light pinches, which caused them to erect, along with his big dick. As soon as they were erect, he wet his fingers, rolled them again, and then took one of the first clothes pin out of the bag. Shit, I could have come just from watching him clip that fucker on his right tit, making his leg shoot out, his dick lurch, and his head snap back with a grunt. "Aaaaagggghhhhhhh...shit" he whispered. We had a winner....yesssssssss.....oh, this was gonna be great tape. As he reached into the bag for the next clip, I zoomed in our his fat fuck stick to capture drips of the clear pre-scum rolling down his turgid stalk.

Out at the Drive-in, in the back isle, the van rocked gently with the action inside. Rick and Donny had Shane tied down, gagged and blindfolded in the back of the van on the rug. Shane just barely fit in the back of the long cab, his big size fourteen feet near the doors. He had been stripped and he grunted fiercely into his gag, moving his head back and forth, trying to loosen the blindfold that kept him in the dark. His long arms were tethered over his head, and his legs widely splayed. Both Rick and Donny were sporting huge boners from just looking at Shane. The big jock was covered in a thick light blond fur from his ankles to his asshole. His dick stuck straight out of a dark brown bush, and his big balls hung down to the floor between his legs, hiding his taut, virgin asshole. His cock hung limply down over his balls, curving to the left, with a sweet fat knob, and a wide flange. The pale shaft was only five inches soft, but the fucker was long. From his navel up to the point between his pecs was a line of hair which lightened as it moved upwards from his crotch. At his pec cleft, the hair ran out in two straight lines under his jutting pecs, right below the rosy red cones of his nipples. Under his armpits was a forest of dark brown hair, and the same dark hair was on his eyebrows. The brush cut on his handsome head was blond.

Rick lowered the wide spreader bar from the roof of the van. While Donny grasped Shane's big nuts, Rick warned him in a disguised voice not to move if he ever wanted to have kids. Then Rick loosened one ankle, bent the leg back and slipped the bar under it. He attached the knee with leather restraints to the edge of the bar. Then he repeated the action with the other leg. With his knees spread wide over the bar, Rick then raised the chain, lifting the big boy's legs up in the air. Rick moved the bar's vertical connections attached to the roof on its rollers towards the front of the van as he raised it, splaying Shane's legs, and putting his feet up into the air. Now the big fucker was spread wide, and ready for what the boys had been instructed to do. They were to get the exact information which Dana had given to Shane, and then have as much fun as they wanted to with the big goof.

Rick leaned down, and as his fingers slowly scratched up and down the planes of Shane's firm stomach, he spoke in his disguised voice. "So fuckhead, what did Dana ask you to do?" Shane squirmed and grunted into his gag...he couldn't respond in a way they could understand...how could they expect him to speak? "So you wanna be a tough guy huh? Well, we can play tough too." Shane shook his head from side to side, what the fuck were they talking about, he couldn't answer...were they crazy? Suddenly, Rick's fingers scratched and scrabbled their way to his navel, and a blunt index finger wriggled into his virgin inny and began to lightly move around. Shane began to move his stomach in vain, trying to avoid the lightly tickling fingers. What the fuck was going on...what did these guys want? Without warning, Rick's rough digit plunged deeply into the navel and began to root out the lint deep in the hole. Shane bucked like he'd been shot, and his legs and ass wiggled vainly, his hands scrabbling over his head, trying to escape the invading finger. He yelled loudly into his gag, but it was no use...the finger keep searching every nook of his exposed navel. Rick and Donny smiled broadly, as they saw the blood filing Shane's cock. The thick, flaccid snake began to grow, striking out to his thigh and lengthening, the curve becoming more pronounced to the left, and the big head turning red as it expanded and filled with blood.

Donny loosened the gag, and removed it so Shane could speak, and at the same time, Rick stopped the invidious finger tickling the big jock's navel with such abandon. Shane gasped, and the words rushed from his mouth: "What the fuck is going on....lemme up, com'on, this has gone far enough. You guys are crazy...stop this. Lemme out." But he was still blindfolded, and unable to see his captors or their actions.

Rick responded in his fake voice. "Wrong answer sperm breath, you were supposed to tell us what Dana told you. Now you're gonna have to pay for being such a punk." Rick nodded to Donny, and while one attacked his exposed, hairy armpits with wriggling, probing fingers, the other returned the relentless finger to the navel, and used the other hand to tickle the inside of Shane's muscular, corded and hairy thighs.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeiiiiiiiii....hhhhhhhhaaaaaaa..ha, ha, ha, ha....stop, stop...ha, ha, ha,...stop, no... please.....aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha........oh shit....I can't breathe....stop, aaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha......no, no, nooooooooooooo......ha, ha, ha, ha,........awwwwwwwwwww.....!"

Rick and Donny kept going for a full minute until they thought the big kid would croak from laughing and gasping, and then they slowed down, tickling lightly, keeping him off balance, but allowing him to catch his breath. "Please, please....stop he wheezed, I'll tell you...I'll tell you....please....stop...I'll tell you everything." Shane blurted out everything Dana had told him, and asked him to do. Then he begged to be released.

Rick laughed wickedly. "You dumb shit, do you think we're gonna let you go after you confessed to trying to fuck up our plan? We'll let you go, after we teach you a good lesson, and take a few pictures for our collection." Shane began to babble, but he should have saved his breath. Rick took up a toothbrush in each hand, and began using one on the big guy's stomach, and the other on one of his exposed size fourteen feet. Shit, basketball players are all foot...and this kid's peds were huge, with thick ankles, a big though narrow heel, and a wide ball. His arch was deep, high and muscled, and his long toes jutted out like some guys fingers. Rick attacked them mercilessly, and while he was using the brushes on Shane, Donny was rolling the kids nipples with one hand, and working his ribs with the other. Shane burst into paroxyms of laughter, and begging, almost whining his plea for the guys to stop in a falsetto voice, but they wouldn't. His ass bounced on the padded floor, giving Rick another idea. Dropping the one tooth brush, he used his finger to worm in between the tight, taut cheeks of the tethered kids butt. When he found the little nether hole, his fingernail scratched and poked at it, while with the other hand he continued to tickle the big pale feet alternately. Donny, pinched and tugged on the wide paps, and with his free hand went back to the sweating pits, tickling them with abandon.

Shane's big cock was bowed out to a full eight inches, and drops of clear goo were dripping from the wide piss lips on his thigh, splattering when his dick lurched and his hips bounced. Donny- left the kid's pits, and grasped the big, thick boner in his callused fist. As Rick redoubled his efforts on the feet making the kid's toes curl, and began to work his finger tip into the spasaming asshole of the tied teen, Donny began to frig his helpless boner, while he rolled and pinched the stiff little tit tips. The van rocked lightly from the action, leading anyone outside to think some guy was banging his chick for all she was worth. But inside, the gasping laughing was mixed with whines and pleas from the big captive jock as well as with sweet groans as his randy fuck stick was milked to the point of ejaculation only to be periodically abandoned as the fingers moved to his thighs, navel, stomach, ribs and pits randomly. Then Donny went back to Shane's aching bone, working it, making the big fucker get closer and closer to a huge cum.

Back in the field house, Dana had his big feet on the edge of the chair, so that he could locate then tickle the entrance to his hot fuck hole with the vibrating probe from the box. He had greased up the devilish thin rod with Vaseline provided, and was rubbing its tip back and forth through the thick dark curls of hair, against the tight, pink knot of flesh that had never been breached except by the family doctor. The exquisite sensation of touching his anal lips had Dana's big boner drooling pre-cum, and his eyes alternately opening and closing from the strange touch of something on his male cunt. Slowly, very slowly, he followed the instructions and let the one-half inch wide probe slip through the resisting barrier. He was so gentle, so careful, getting himself fully prepared to accept the foreign object into his private male hole. When it breached the fleshy knot, Dana groaned out loud, and his cock lurched and expanded, like he might ejaculate spontaneously. Shit, this kid had a sensitive asshole, and I knew that me and the guys would have to explore that fact in great detail. Then gradually, once he had gotten past the entrance, Dana slid the long thin wand up his hole until it passed his prostate. When it touched the fuck nut, he grunted with stunned pleasure, and one of his feet slipped off the bench. He stopped, pulled his leg back up and braced his foot again against the edge of the chair so that both thighs were against his chest, and his knees were splayed widely for me to see the whole show. Shit, you should have seen that hairy trench exposed, and his little nether hole peeking from behind the dark curls with the wicked wand lodged up the distended asshole. With trepidation, the handsome high school jock flicked his finger against the switch at the base of the wand, and the battery pack put the vibrator into action. Fucking-A it was incredible watching the big butch wrestler submitting to the stuffed feeling of the wand up his ass, and the pressure on his cock caused by the buzzing against his whorish prostate. 

"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh....oh shit....oh fuck......oh man....this is fucking weird....oooooohhhhhh, I'm fucking myself....aaaaawwwwwww shit........Jesus Christ.....aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh." Dana moaned helplessly as the wand in his one had vibrated into every nook and cranny of his bowels, driving him insane. His cock bounced on his stomach, and suddenly, without warning, the big knob expanded obscenely and the piss lips spread as bolt after bolt of thick, white cum fired up to his chin, his chest, and his stomach. The sensations up his ass had caused him to ejaculate without even touching his dick, and he did not even have a chance to frig the randy fuck stick before he squirted. Instead, both his feet slipped from the edge of the chair, and he had all he could do to just keep the delicious sensations going on deep up his asshole, by holding the wand between his now stretched out legs, deeply inserted in his hot hole. If you didn't know it, you'd of thought he was trying to pull the wicked thing from his bung hole, but I knew he was transfixed, forced by the sensations to keep it inside his boy bull twat as the buzzing wand frigged him helplessly. As he came his legs out taut and his toes pointed out to me, and his body twitched as his stiff cock continued to drool gism from its fat knob. There he was, in all his jock glory being captured on tape, fucking himself with the vibrating anal probe, shooting cum like a fourteen year old, his toes pointed out from his widely stretched legs, and his chest heaving as he grunted and groaned non-stop.

When Dana finally finished, dressed and left the field house, I could see he was broken. He had not only put on another humiliating performance for some unknown person, he had followed the instructions to the letter. He knew he was no longer in control of his body...and the last line of the note ordered him to keep his hands off his dick until the next time he was to perform. He realized that there would be a next time, and his cock had to be boy horny and full of gism, or he could be in jeopardy. Dana Berryhill was a beaten jock punk whose free wheeling sex life with teenybopper girls was about to be transformed.

Back in the van, Shane O'Brien had ejaculated for the third time, his huge dick being milked mercilessly by Rick and Donny-- while his muscled body was tickled into oblivion. The guys ended their session by making Shane beg to be fingerfucked, while they jerked him off one last time, as an alternative to being tickled for another hour. Donny slipped his rough digit up the big kid's pink hole, hardly visible in the tangled nest of dark hair inside his sweaty crack. Rick cupped his meaty palm around the over-worked plum of Shane's helpless prick, roiling just the head for his final jerk of the kid's boy horny boner. Though Shane wanted to will his cock to rest, it's natural condition was stiff, and he succumbed one last time to the fist and the finger, howling and begging them to stop as only dregs drooled from the feverish prick tip, and the torturing fist kept milking him. Shane's loyalty to his buddy had resulted in his capture by our gang, and he would prove to be a wonderful addition to Dana Berryhill's enslavement as a toy for our games. Fuck...there's nothing like high school jocks with fat dicks, and endless spunk, oh yeah!

 

Dana Gets It Good

For about two weeks, I kept sending Dana a photograph a day. He'd come by his locker, not just in the afternoons, but anytime, and find a pic in his locker with a note. It seemed after a while that he almost wanted to avoid his locker. Yet at the same time, it seemed that each time he would stop by, he hoped he would find nothing and the nightmare would be over. Each picture I left showed him in rampant condition, cock hard and dripping, lodged in the throat of an underage teenage girl, or in his meaty fist. There were pics of the slender vibrating probe rooting up his hairy boy snatch, blurred in the photo by the maddening vibrations, along with the undisguised lust on his face as his joy button was attacked mercilessly by something other than his teeny bopper girlfriend's itty bitty finger. And finally, there was a shot of his thick boy spunk spurting out of the fat head of his dick, the long piss lips parted wide to drench everything with his gobs of sticky goo. I loved watching him blush as he looked at the pics, ashamed and guilty as he flashed his eyes around making sure no one saw him flush. Once or twice, it even seemed I saw him spring a rod as he studied the photo, his cock tenting the fabric of his wide wale cords, or bulging the front of his baggy jeans. After all, Dana was still at heart an All-American horny fuck, hiding his near constant state of cum lust behind those handsome, wholesome good looks yet secretly craving a place to insert his overheated prick too get it the relief it was desperate to have. The pictures and notes appealed to his unruly dick's lack of conscience at the very moment that it scared the shit out of him.

And if that wasn't enough, now we had pics of Shane O'Brien, an unexpected bonus. The big, goofy, shy-eyed blond basketball player, whose easy strides and long legs made him the object of lust by girls and boys alike, was receiving little notes in his locker too---showing his big muscular feet with their thick, curved toes curled tight as boy crud bolted from his long, narrow upthrust boner. Shane would blush deep crimson to match his always rosy cheeks after looking at each photo, sometimes turning his body into his locker to both hide his blush and often to hide the long erection that would thrust down his Levis and be obvious to others. The two of them would huddle together, whispering in low tones, looking around with desperate glances, trying to figure who was after them with this damaging blackmail. We now had two of the hottest pieces of teen boy meat in the school in fear for their futures. In the case of Dana, there was the additional terror of a possible life as a prison slave to some skinhead punk master. Within the month, as I had predicted, we had arranged for Dana and Shane to join us on a night when we had the van and our parents were occupied.

It was two weeks before Spring Break, and I wanted to make sure that we had these two small brained big cocked jocks under our thumbs before that vacation. The three of us had asked our parents if we could go camping, and my parents said we could have use of our family cabin up at the lake for the weekend. So now we had to make sure that Dana and Shane were free, and that we had them absolutely under control, by that time. The last note to the two of 'em had given them instructions to meet us on the coming Friday night one week prior to spring break. I made sure that I gave them the notes in advance, and told each that if they both didn't show together, the first pics of each of them would be posted publicly at school in either the team lockerroom or the boy's john in the shops wing where the trash smoked. Even if they were scheming on how to abandon one another, they couldn't. They were tied together by the pics, and the threat of exposure. They were ordered not to cum for the week in advance with the threat that if they didn't cum big when we got together, the pics might start appearing. The idea of those two hard dicks, grinding their constant boners into their sheets at night dripping scum, sticking up hard in the mornings with piss hardons, but knowing they couldn't shoot crud, made my cock drip constantly. 

That Friday, they were instructed to both go to the Field House at 5 p.m. and wait in the back. At 6 p.m., they were to enter the field house, and to use the contents of a box that was left in each guy's locker with further directions. They were also told what to wear. For Dana, it meant he had to pull his 501 jeans and Calvin Klein briefs down to his ankles, around his high tops and white crew socks. His hands were to be behind his head in handcuffs that were provided, and a blindfold in the box was to be around his head. He was required to be dick hard and on his knees. In the case of Shane, his baggy shorts were to be around his Chuck Taylor black classic high tops, but his hard cock was to be sticking through the opening of his Joe Boxer shorts. His head was to be on the floor facing to the side, his hands behind his back cuffed, and a blindfold over his face as well. They were both to be in a certain locations in the room, not touching each other. Any attempt to unmask, or to try and surprise their captor[s] would result in their exposure to the whole school and total humiliation. Their only hope was to play by our rules, and then get the pics back, if they cooperated, one at a time....

When we arrived with the van at the back of the darkened Field House, the lights were off as we had instructed. Rick and Donny had baseball bats with them, just in case our horny captives had ideas, while I opened the door using a large flashlight to illuminate the room. There they were, like good dick slaves, just as we had instructed. And I'd be damned if both weren't rock hard, their teenage dicks tense with anticipation, Dana's exploding from his riot of dark hair and Shane's thrusting out his thick blond bush. Each of us disguised his voice, and after placing the bats on the bodies so they'd get the idea, and checking their cuffs, we attached leg shackles that were made from separated cuffs with chain links attached. Rick had made them in his garage using his dad's tools and cuffs we'd purchased on line. Then with hands behind head and back, blindfolded and hobbled by the shackles, we ordered them up and out of the Field House. At first Dana protested:

"Hey, what the fuck? I'm not going outta this place with my fucking jeans around my legs and my dick waving....com'on, be fair. We're here, doing what you asked. How come we just can stay here and do whatever were supposed to and get our pics back? Why do we have to go somewhere? Jeezus, what more to ya want"

In a raspy, hard voice I responded without any sympathy. "Shut the fuck up...you pissant. You're gonna do whatever the fuck we tell ya...and I don't wanna hear any shit, you got it?" At that point, Rick and Donny gave each of the handsome punks a shove with the bats, and the nimrods almost fell on their asses, stumbling in the shackles. For the first time they realized it was guys and not girls, and there was more than one. That's when the real whinning began.

"Fuck, you're guys...what the shit is this...I'm not goin' outta here with no guys... you fuckers from St. Brendan's? Cause if you are, we're gonna fuck you up when we get outta here. Mother-fucker, guys...doing sick shit like this to other guys... what are ya, a bunch of faggots?

Ah, jocks. Forever dumb. As if all that sweet talk was gonna get him free, or discourage us from working the shit outta both of them. Shane let Dana do all the talking, but both had begun to lose their boners now that they realized we were guys and not some strange chicks. Not that they had gone entirely soft, but being at the hands of guys not only seemed disgusting, it was also a bit scary. I reinforced both feelings. "Listen fuck-head, you're not shit now. Big dick on campus, but nobody here cares a rat's ass about your rep. Fuck, if the girl's who wet their panties every time you walk by saw you getting your wang sucked hard by some under-age chick, they'd be the first one's to haul your ass in to the cops. You know how the bitches are, they stick together. And Shane you big dummy, you got your dick wrapped up in Mr. Molester's clubhouse...shoulda just kept you ass out of it...But no...you were gonna be the big hero and save the scum bag. Well, now your big dick's in a sling too, and we're gonna make you both pay...Got it fuck-heads?" With that response, both Rick and Donny rubbed the bats between the boy's legs, making 'em jump when the hard wood nudged their balls, and aimed them up under the knobs of their swinging pricks. They stumbled along as we approached the door, grunting and whining, but knowing that their situation was helpless. They were trapped.

I turned off the flashlight and quietly marched them down the stairs in the dark and into the open door of the van next to the steps. Once inside, Shane and Dana were pushed down on their knees, torsos upright, resting on a thick carpet in the back of the van with each of their ankles tied to ringbolts in the back of the van that kept their feet apart. Each of their hands were tethered over their heads, with the cuffs still attached. That way, Dana's dark hairy crotch and legs were exposed, as was Shane's blond, furred legs and groin. Their cocks, which had gone relatively soft as we walked them out into the van, suddenly gained life and rose again halfway, responding to thier situation, stretched and tethered, still blindfolded and unable to see what would come next, as well as the warmth of our hands on their teenage bodies.

Shit, you shoulda seen 'em. It was fucking amazing...two of the most handsome, meaty teen punks in school, strung up like a pair of turkeys in a meat market...a fine sheen of boy sweat on their bodies, mingling with the sweet scent of Old Spice deodorant from their afternoon showers in the gym. Their hanging t-shirts obscured the top of each thick, hairy bush. But the protruding cocks, and the sweaty, hanging ball sacks, gently roiling, between the muscular and hairy thighs...gave Donny, Rick and I instant bones. Rick couldn't stand it another second. As Donny got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and slowly pulled out of the rear of the high school heading out for the nearby highway, Rick slipped his sweaty, warm hands under Shane's t-shirt.

"Ohhhh shit...what're ya ding, what is that....ohhhhhh god daaammmmnnn, no, not this shit again. Com'on guys...you got us to act like fucking punk slaves...now let us go. You had your fun, making us look like stupid assholes, acting like slaves, comm'on, let us go, huh? Give us our pics and let us go. We won't cause anymore trouble...jeezus christ...com'on let us go." But as Shane pleaded in his deep, and hardly convincing bass voice...much older than his eighteen years and meeker than his size, his cock hardened into a shaft of pale power from the gentle touch of Rick's palms sliding from his stomach up to the bottom of his pecs. His big, long cock with its enormous knob began to drool pre-sap from the wide piss lips. Rick paid no attention, and when his fingers reached the big coral nipples, rubbery and jutting through Shane's blond and furry chest and molded pecs, he gently tweaked them, causing the big boy to gasp and his dick to lurch and burp more pre-scum. Yeah, a boy and his dick....I wondered as I watched Shane flex his cock each time Rick gently rolled the rubbery cone, how often the big kid had done this to himself in the privacy of his bedroom while whacking that long prick with it's obscenely big knob, till it shot streams of boy cum? 

Shane was ashamed of his erection, but couldn't control it. I would learn later that Shane was a boy in love with his cock, and didn't care how it got satisfied, as long as someone was rubbing, sucking or fucking it. When he was fourteen, and already a foot taller than most kids his age, his older cousin Brad had spent the night with him several times during the summer when the two families visited. Brad, who was seventeen, was only 5'7" tall, but his firm, muscular little body also contained a fat, seven inch cudgel which like the young Shane's prick, was unruly and insatiable. After they had gone up to bed, Brad schemed a wrestling match with his adoring younger and seemingly slow-witted cousin, and in two shakes had his younger cousin pinned on top of him, using his legs as clamps to hold the taller boy's legs, and sliding his hands up inside the younger teen's pajama tops, grazing his meaty palms over his sensitive cousin's torso. Shane didn't know what to do. He laughed nervously at first enjoying the game and struggling to break free, and then told his cousin in his deep, shy voice to please stop, that his hands "tickled." But Brad knew what he was doing, and his own stubborn erection was now forced into the damp crack of Shane's pajama bottoms. Brad knew from the beginning, once a hand had clamped onto Shane's body, the boy's cock fell under its spell; Shane was helpless. Within a minute, he was sprawled back against his smaller cousin, his dick sticking out of the fly of his pajama bottoms, his big boy feet planted on the bed thrusting his hips up as if to escape, and his eyes closed as his cousin's rough fist slid up and down unchecked on the pale, feverish boy pecker. That same night, to distract the big kid, Brad's fingers found and plucked the sweet little berries on Shane's chest until the boy shot streams of teen jizz from the combination of the roiling fist and the incessant tweaking of his tits, while Brad fucked his dick between the boys legs to his own spurting ejaculations. 

Shane was hooked. He yearned for his older cousin to visit each year for the next two years, and the older boy did not disappoint, finding unusual and satisfying ways to drain the growing prick on his shy younger cousin. There were nights when on his hands and knees, Shane fucked his long boy prick into his cousin's fist two or three times in a row, to satisfy the endless itch on his cock tip, and to get the insanely sweet sensation of shooting his boy cum into the rough fist, listening to his older cousin talk to him dirty about cunt and dick. And while Shane learned his way around pussy eventually, he was shy and preferred the convenient and uncomplicated fist of his cousin, now in the Marines, to anyone he had met until now.

When Dana heard Shane pleading, it was as if his own cock also received a jolt...going rock hard in sympathy or envy, it's huge plum head turning a dark red, bloated and covered in the web of his own slick pre-fuck. I reached under his huge, hanging and hairy nuts, to tickle just between his thickly haired crack and his bloated balls, scratching my jagged index fingernail in that musky spot where his plump dick root was hidden. Now it was his turn to plead... "Awww fuck.....don't do that...com'on,... .shit....I don't go for that stuff...not from some guy. I thought you were a chick all the time...not some fag....Oh fuckin' jeeezus...com'on guy...get your hands offa me...damn....no...nnnooootttt there.....aaaggggghhhhhh......" His words did not stop me, and instead made poor Shane get harder and wetter...anticipating that whatever was happening to his bud was gonna happen to him as well...and his traitorous cock couldn't wait.

His last gasp and groan came as my inquisitive finger slipped up into the sweaty crack of his taut buns, and tickled its way through the forest of dark hairs to the thick knot of his anal mouth. When my nail scratched there, it was as if Dana had suddenly discovered how blissful a man's thick, blunt finger could be by comparison to the little girl's who'd been goosing him when she sucked his huge salami. Now he hand a blunt, rough digit exploring his ass trench, and he reflexively tried to squat and grip my finger, bucking his hips to stop the sweet agony of my insistent little dance on his nether hole. Yeah, Dana was a god damn fucking stone cold handsome jock slut, who'd drop his jeans in the middle of fucking class to have some sweet fist jerking his perpetually horny fuck stick. In my mind's eye, I could see him now, slouched down in his seat, his jeans and briefs at his ankles, his hairy legs thrust out under the desk, his letter jacket open and his head thrown back with eyes closed. One by one each guy in the class would come up and take a turn wrapping their rough fists around Dana's insatiable boy clit. They'd line up to masturbate his overheated, bloated, drooling cock, making sure their callused fists worked the knob before they laughed and made room for another one to take his turn. But now, the little jock whore was here with me, and it was my finger that was making him dance and grunt.

Shit, two perfect teenage sluts, one dark-haired, tanned and hairy and the other blond, furred and hairy, about to find out what it meant to surrender their bodies to exquisite sensations and unyielding ejaculations. It was gonna be cum city tonight...and our two jock guests were gonna be serving up scum like wide open faucets. 

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When Donny pulled into the Drive-in outside of town, we knew we'd have all the privacy we needed. This was the dr