Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2005 23:06:29 EST From: Jarrod749@aol.com Subject: Willie and the Hand Jive. Chapter 9 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: email@example.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Willie and the Hand Jive. Chapter 9 He was airborne....arms lifting under his chest....now down and down and flat into the cold draining shower tiles. The warms over his back and neck were the same...constant....a weight....a great weight slumped over....enveloping him....a searing heat at his pussy lips....a filling of his newly recognized need....now deeper....a scratch of that itch so deep in the core of his hole. He swooned with the rekindled boychute fires....his tailsmile actually tried to meet its stroke-poker, but all that resulted was his butt-cheeks flexing under the super weight above him, now lickin' his neck....sucking his entire left ear through hot lips....ohhh the tongue....if he could think, Billy would be sure the tip of his fuckman's tongue was touching what makes him hear deep inside. He felt the fiery breath superheating the short hairs of the brushcut on his neck....ooozing slobber spit was drooling onto the back of the boy's neck. 'Squ-flupp! Suhluppp! Phlupphhk!" were the only sounds bouncing echoes off the shower room walls as the soft body smacks could easily be heard out into the locker room. Billy's belly was being flupped into the water of the tile shower floor, over and over and faster and faster....a l-o-n-n-n-n-g low, guttural groan followed, then stillness. Billy couldn't feel the shooting seed being sowed deep in his young bung, but he knew the boy pleaser inside him had bloated to what felt like twice the size, overfilling his need. Above him, the fire-breathing heat had ebbed some, and the hulk spreading over his body, and the feet tops rubbing Billy's wrinkled soles totally quieted. The heated hulking mass whispered with lips right to the boy's ear...."You stay right here boy....don't move till you hear the locker room door slam. You hear?" Billy nodded slowly his forehead pressed into the tile floor. "Be here tomorrow....one hour after practice, and after the last kid's outta here. Get naked, take a shower, lay flat on the shower floor.....and wait. Hear?" Billy nodded. 'Splatchsssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh......' another blast and spray of piss cascaded over the the boy's body ripples and puddled in the small of hos back. 'Shhhuuush...squooshhh...sqawssh....squooshhh....squooshhh.....' the suctioning footsteps faded away. Willie and the Hand Jive. Chapter 9. It seemed like forever he lay there....fucked....and fucked up Billy. Shamed by the underclassmen in the stands....fucked red, white and blue by the football team guys....and finally, face-planted and banged by some big, faceless, nameless hulk after all that. This was the first time since his buds took down weeks ago that he was given a follow-on assignment to be executed the next day. He was excited....and scared at the same time. So much had seemingly ripped the fabric out of him that in the hulk of boyskin and muscle that was left of him, there was little thought....just movement....a going through the motions from one place to the next....always expecting that regardless where he originally expected to go, he would end up in some totally different place and without any control of it. He shivered on the soppy tile floor till he heard, "Screeeeee-bammmmm!" The locker door had been opened and slammed. His final ass-banging benefactor had exited and he could peel what was left of him off the shower floor. He pulled up onto his hands and knees, head hanging down staring at the floor, and without even trying to stand, he just crawled to the wall and pulled himself up by hanging on the shower faucets which he then turned on and slowly turned under the warming spray. He could feel the hot water seeping into his crack and then the stinging when he soaped his swollen worn and tender asshole. Omigoddd! He didn't even know whut he was doing anymore....his middle finger automatically slid right up his hole! He had never done anything like that with himself! Even his wildest beatoffs after school....which were the cause of his current, now life pre-dick-a-ment....he had never fingered his pucker. Godddddddd!!! it felt good....even better and now he was totally friggin' himself and boppin' up off his heels....up and down on his toes....ho-leeeeeeeeeee!!! He banged his hole onto his finger....two fingers now....ohhhhh.....he shivered....shuddered....annnnnnnd....... cummmmmmmmmmed!!!! He boyshot fired volley after volley straight into the shower wall. Tears filled his eyes when he was calmed and reality struck home with his fragile thinking parts now. He was slumping...down...down...to the shower floor....his fingers STILL frigging his bunger. His feet and head jerked violently as the aftercum pulses jolted him 2, 3, then even a fourth time while his fingers magically wilded his hot button deep inside him. He just fell over on his side under the sprays, with the water pouring over and down his neck, arm, back and knees. He was in a trance....but awake....and soon enough he got strength enough to pull himself back up and just turned under the shower, his face into the spray...his tongue licking at it. The shower was off and Bill zombied out of the shower into the locker area and his tongue was still slupping in and out his mouth over his lips....it was like he had to do it....like it was a meaningful function. He sat in front of his locker....pulled out an old gym shorts and tee, and his gym sneaks to put on. He long had forgotten when he'd lost his clothes out there on the bleachers. He pulled on the smelly gym stuff over his still dripping skins....he didn't even know he needed to towel off. Just dressed and sluffed one foot dragging....scuffing the floor...after the other. Out the screeky door to the hall the outside door and the long walk home. Across the street and down the road from the exit, a car started at the sight of Billy exit from the side door of the high school building....and it justed waited...idling. Bill's hulking frame cut across the grass out to the sidewalk and proceeded toward home. Several cars passed and Bill came to, it seemed, automatically turning to face the traffic his thumb out. The driver of the idling car smiled as he put it in gear and moved out into traffic. As Billy locked onto the oncoming car it's right blinker went on and Bill felt a surge....finally....something was gonna go right...he'd at least get a ride home maybe. "Get in kid...yer goin' my way," the young driver said grinning. He was a handsome dude, not that much older than a high school kid, but he was in shirt and tie, and there was a suit coat hanging from the rear seat hook behind him. Holding out his hand to shake, he said, "Name's Kenny...you Willie?" Bill froze at that. Who? How? This guy knows the name he's called by in the circles of his tormentors. But he's not even a school kid...or even from this school. With a smiling nudge of his chin toward the handshake follow-through, which Billy tentatively did, Kenny said, "Don't be shocked, I'm no clairvoyant. I'm a sporting goods salesman for Rampart Sports. I was in the hallway as a bunch of dudes come bursting out of the locker room spouting about "Willie and the Hand Jive." Bill yanked his hand away and shuddered slumping into the bottom of the seat, but from the corner of his eye he was watching out the window for a chance to jump out at the next slowdown. Ken gently touched the top and back of Bill's head making Billy jerk further away, but Kenny soothed and said, "Look here dude. I'm not a threat. More...I think I can be your friend. Maybe your only one at this tough time. First tell me what you like to be called." Kenny's voice was serious and warm at the same time, and Bill told him 'Bill' or 'Billy'. "Okay, Bill, that's a good start. Now let me tell you what I saw and heard, and also what I think. "You need a friend BAD, right now. I can be that friend. First, I think you're NOT queer." Billy's head snapped left to look deep into Ken's eyes and saw trusting belief there. He sat upright now and listened without saying a word. "Not one kid I heard coming out of the lockers before the coach left me and went in said anything that even remotely sounded like they thought you were a queer, Billy. Not one. They laughed and called your fun name 'Willie and the..." Bill winced and Ken cut off there. Anyway, they talked about you like you were a 'fun' fer the day....but nuthin' else. Nobody said anything like, "Fuckin' queer" or "cocksucker," or even "faggot!" I swear," Ken said holding up his hand, palm out. Ken went on, "I know if guys think that there is no shortage of verbal abuse like that. With you, there was strangely none. Soooo, my guess? You ain't no queer gayboy. Am I right?" "Yes....YESSSSSSS! Thank god! I been so scared out of my wits. Everybody turned on me. I've been shamed out all over two schools...I'm on fucking video tape....web pictures.....everything. I have no choices. They see me, they put me down and next thing I know I'm a fuckin' cum dump!" Bill squalled out non-stop. "I guessed," said Ken. "I've been the same route at school, and not that long ago....but, for a long time....like it started in 8th grade. The diff is....I AM gay. I know what I am, they found out, well, actually, they found me getting too excited, you know, in the showers too many times, till one of the kids called me out. Geez, that first afternoon, I had 8 dicks shoved in my mouth in 10 minutes. I was a novice gayboy finding out about myself for the first time in a public place, alone. I never even thought about eating cum, and in the 10 longest, fastest minutes of my life I swallowed 8 loads of teen cream....and the rest, as they say, is history....nightmare mostly," Ken finished up. "Gay or nay, I CAN help you. We'll get to that. I have a little free spending money, but my expense expense account can handle most things we need to do for you today. How 'bout we get to a store and get you some new clothes, so you don't look like what those kids want you to look like?" Billy's mood brightened and he directed Ken to the nearby mall and they got some new Dockers, underwear, socks, shirt and sneakers. With his smelly gym gear in a bag, they headed out again with Ken's arm around Bill's shoulders. Bill was in one of his brightest moods in a good while. He was liking the relief of having someone to tell his tale to. They went to a restaurant outside of town where Ken explained he visits the area's athletic directors each month and works equipment and uniforms plans with them, and that he was going to line Bill up as an apprentice if he liked the idea, and maybe line him up some other 'service' as well. But first he wanted Billy to pour it all out and ease his mind with a chance to tell Ken what had happened. Well it poured out of Bill's mouth like a waterfall. In hushed tones and whispers, Billy told of every disastrous event these last months, starting from his best friends catching him in afterschool beatoff, to having to service the jocks in the lockerroom just hours ago. Kenny whistled at times, and showed Bill that he understood everything. In the middle of it all, Ken had Bill call home and tell his folks he was staying with a friend that night, and he was okay, and would see them the next night. After eating, they drove to Ken's motel. "I was going to clear out today, but meeting you gives me a duty to you, and maybe something for me as well in return," Ken said as they pulled into the parking area. Bill was wary, although not worried. After what he went through the last 2 months he trusted nothing and no one very much....but Ken...well, he needed somebody, anybody who would let him talk out this mess and give him a chance to think it through and maybe even extricate himself. Clearly, Kenny had the same experiences even though, as a gay guy, he was most likely a more willing player. Ken quickly disspelled any thought of joy he might have had, having been beaten again and again, and forced to suck and fuck for any and all cummers...no friends...no one to tell or share or cry to. He wanted to do that for Bill though, and he wanted to show Bill how he got the fun of it all now. While he talked, Billy sipped at a soda, one leg over the arm of chair by the bedside. Ken was taking his clothes off, and now as he finished telling Bill of the cross-section of his school times, he stood there hand's on hips, feet apart about 14 inches, naked, and flexing his prick up and down about five feet away from Bill. The whole scene had played out so innocently, that Billy didn't even realize that Ken was stripping until he looked at him with a smile and flexed his not that hefty 6 inch prick. A chill ran up Bill's spine. Was he gonna have go down on this seeming benefactor of his....who he might have mistakenly trusted? No....as it turned out. With a hand to Bill who took it, he guided Bill to the bed and stripped him of his new clothes, carefully folding and putting each thing aside until when Bill was at the full tremble on the shaky mattress, Ken kneeled in front of him and while Bill still shook and quaked, Ken sucked the kid's fine cock into his mouth. Since Bill had his share of girls and also the scene when the girls took him down in their locker room, a mouth on his dick shouldn't have been like a shock, but, it WAS! Ken had hardly taken him inside his mouth when Bill's gun went off like the rockets' red glare....and after the fourth torrential volley of teen spoo he blowed off to the back of Ken's mouth, he just shook so violently and collapsed in a heap to the mattress. Ken was all over him. In the next hour, there wasn't an inch of boyskin missed by Ken's tongue. Billy had never been serviced.....ever! He sure was now. Feet, toes, pits, belly button, balls, asshole, cock-sucked....3 more times that first hour! He was in heaven. His chest heaving, a wetfaced smile on his face, he looked up at his now kneeling 'servicer,' and then when Ken ran a smoothing hand across Bill's chest, he realized that all the things, the joys he felt this last hour, were what he had been made to do to all those 'friends' and other dudes at school these last nightmare months. He now knew the fascination....the exhilaration they felt when they made him 'do' them, and....the intoxication...the addiction of it all. Ken could see the darkness come over the kid's face again. He leaned in and kissed Bill's hand, spit in his own hand and wiped it into his crack. Another gob to Bill's cock, and he said as he flopped to his back throwing his legs up, "Fuck me, Billy....fuck yur main man, dude!" Billy lurched up and looked sideways down at Kenny's face, saying without saying, 'Do you really mean it?' Ken just said it again as his leg wrapped behind Bill's shoulder and made him fall over between Ken's legs, "Fuck me, young dude!" With hands outstretched, he guided Bill into the crotch slot between his legs which were now laying atop Bill's shoulders. He leaned up to grab onto Billy's cock and fed it to his hole, rubbing it up and down and soon Kenny was on fire, "Oh god, oh dude.....gimme .... gimmme all you got and as he pulled Bill's now steeled cock to his hole, Bill started to push...and....he pushed....more....and with his own hand and Ken pulling him in from behind the teen's thighs, he broke through Kenny's assring. They both sighed loudly, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" "Go fer it, stud...fuck me dude....tear me a new hole!" Ken yowled in a high pitched hoarse whisper. With one more pull behind Billy's leg, Billy surge forward and it was like sinking into heavy molasses, as he slowly sank through the young man's searing, moist hole. He felt like his cock had been devoured! He looked down to where their bodies became one, and his cock was completely inside Ken's bunger. He became newly crazed.....and he glared down into Ken's eyes...his face....and the smile there gave him teensex rage...the need sate his cock....HIS COCK....was now in charge! He ravaged Ken....he fucked him hard, slow, then even pulled all the way out and ham-slammed back into him over and over and spit drooled from his lips.....his teeth gritted....a wicked smile showed all over his straining pretty boy face, made so harsh and mean with the teenfuck frenzy he was in. Ken was so joyed with the fine boy stud filling his joybox, he couldn't get enough. He wailed and cried real tears and screamed in a low siren at Billy, who was answering his cries to 'Fuck me' with "Fuck you....fuck you, fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!" Billy fucked Ken.....ohhhhh did he fuck him!!! On his back. On his side. On his belly. He shoved him off the side of the bed and fucked him till they both slid to the floor. He got Ken bent with his head on the floor and legs back over him with his butt high against the side of the bed, and fucked him backwards. He just fucked him and fucked him and fucked him. He shot wad after wad into him until he was no doubt shooting blanks.....to way past midnight. They finally got a grip when they burst out laughing when Ken's cum drained prick pulsed off while he sat on Billy's prong, and nothing came out while the older kid's prick bobbed and bobbed trying to give what he didn't have, and the guppying pee hole opened and closed to the empty emission. They showered together with Ken washing Billy from his knees, in full service to his boy teen stud. Back in the bed, squatting in towels facing each other, Ken told Bill...."You own my ass, boy. I am your man servant." "Now, I wanna tell whut else we can have you play at. If you expect to stay here in school....and fight the abuse....and take it as I expect you will have no choice, I can set you up with some spending money with clients of mine. I have dudes, gay and straight, who would do flips to kneel to your cock and give their ass away as well...for cash! It can be your choice. If you wanna give 'em head or fuck for 'em, that's your own business. My pay is they do business with my company....and I get to serve you and your delicious teen cock with my mouth and asshole. "It will give you a feel for what you get when you let them serve you. Whatta yuh say? Deal?" Ken coaxed as he held out a propostion sealing hand. Billy wanted so bad to do anything Ken asked after the night he gave him...the chance at release from all his torment regardless how short the time they had this night. "Y-ye--yessss...I think," Billy stammered. "Nuthin' to be afraid of my man....you'll have my cell number...any time you want out of anything, you call and it's over." Billy stared in his eyes....he was truthin'....and he he shook his hand hard, and said, "Deal!" Kenny explained that the apprentice arrangement would have him on Rampart's books as 'in training/intern' and that his tasks would amount to initially going with Ken on his next trip back, to meet all his clients in the area as well as learn the techniques of guiding them to purchases and purchase planning for their schools and clubs. Exhausted now, they flopped back into the pillows and passed out. In the morning, it was about 6 AM when Billy woke to a vacuum on his cock! It was Ken's hot face blowing him awake and getting an early breakfast of boy spooge. When they were dressed and driving out to Bill's school, Bill asked....."Yuh know, yesterday, you said, that you heard my name and stuff fum the kids leaving the locker room....and that coach went in. Did he? I mean...did he go into the locker room and nobody else or him came back out?" The coach was Ken's client, too, and he looked hard into Billy's face....and said, "Yeh...he went in while I was checkin' out the dudes that were leavin' and listenin' to their chatter in the halls as they left the building." "......and coach never came out while you were there?" Bill interrogated. "No," Ken answered, "matter a fact, after a few seconds, I heard the latch on the door snap." "Is coach gay, Ken....I mean...is he your...." "No Bill, hardly. Stud like fucks my brains out some visits. I blowed him yesterday afternoon just before he went into the lockers....I've been in more places hidden away in that building since I started with Rampart. Coach's favorite is to cum in a dark place....he has a thing for the janitor's closet." Bill's head hung down. "What is it dude?" Ken asked. "Think it's him....I think....wants me naked at 4 today on the shower floor on my belly......" Billy answered. "Ohhhhh....well look....it's all part of what yer into now if you gonna stay here and take it. Lemme help you roll with it, and spell you from the horrors....you got my number....call me!" They clasped hands at the driveway entrance to the school, and Billy got out. Forlorn, his eyes glazed over as Ken's car disappeared out toward the highway out of town...."Till next month," Billy thought to himself.....I wonder if I have what it takes to get through this. He got part of his answer in about 4 minutes. His original tormentors, his 'buddies,' Pat, Wes and Jackie, surrounded him as he shuffled up the drive with his hands digged deep into his pockets. He hadn't seen them since the afternoon the girls video taped his body, dick and pussy play in their locker room that whole day, a while back. "Long time no see, Hand Jive," Jackie sneered smacking his shoulder blades and all but knocking the wind out of him. "Hey boys, check out the new duds. You been tuh the mall wit'cher mommy, pussyboy?" Jack continued. "Ferget thet, Jack...get on wit' it!" Pat pressed. "Okay! Okay!" and the kids scootched up against and behind Billy and forced him over out of the walkway and out of site. They pushed Billy down on to the ground, and stood over him while they pulled open their backpacks. Bill was looking up and in sheer disgust saw each kid pull a rubber from his pack that was easily half full. He scrambled and almost got out through Wes' legs, but Pat just knee dropped the back of his neck and then sat on him. Jack ordered him to take off his sneaks and socks. Billy did so in his painful contortion under the pressing butt and knee of his two former friends....when his feet were bare....Jack made him curl his feet and toes up and hold them tightly together cupped-up like. He put Bill's new socks underneath to collect any drippings. Then he upturned his rubber and poured the stale boy seed all over Billy's turned up toes and soles, and told him to reach back and rub the cumslop into his feet and between his toes, licking the remains off his fingers, and then to turn over and put his socks back on. "That was filled with our cum, buttwipe. We wacked last night and this morning emptied two rubbers into the third, but we did bring our empty ones for you to clean out later....maybe at lunch," Jack said leering. They laid him out on his back and opened his new Dockers pulling them and his boxers down. Using twist ties and great effort, a second rubber was secured half full to Bill's cock. If he got hard...and all the handling was doing just that....the cum would ooze out inside his pants and down his leg. The last rubber appeared and they made Billy kneel up, the oozing cum-filled rubber hanging from his cock, and stick out his tongue as far as he could. Pat fit the last rubber over the end of his tongue, and squeezed his jaw closed. "Now fuckstick....suck that scuz outta there to the very last drop, and then you gonna lick the whole insides of it till its sparkling clean!" Pat gingerly pinched the end with his forefinger and thumb, tipped it up as Wes pulled Bill's head back face up. They gleefully watched as the cumjizz seeped from the rubber through Bill's lips, and then his mouth voluntarily opened and they watched the strings of slippery boyjazz slither out over and under and around his tongue. The gurgling was to behold as the syrupy slop gopped up the kid's mouth. As the last dregs of boycum drained from the rubber, Jackie told him that his little brother Jerry and fourteen of his buds who joined him in the movie they made with Bill weeks back...well....they each had pumped a wad off into that very rubber one after the other during a 'screening' of the movie. "You just swallered 15 junior high boy studs' jizz, faggot, and your tongue is riding that rubber right where all 15 dicks pumped their loads fer yuh. Billy felt himself start to puke. He sucked and swallowed over and over hard. He knew he couldn't puke or he'd be eating it all over again. The cum they poured over his toes felt gooshy-muushy between his toes now inside his socks. Just as they were letting him get dressed again, Jackie grabbed the first sneaker from Billy's hands...."Hey man...these are brand spanky new....my size too." He snickered and said, "I guess that means they mine," and started toeing his own scruffy sneaks off. He put the new ones on, and kicked the old ones toward Pat and Wes. Piss in 'em dudes....let's piss 'em up goooood. Billy stared sadly at his brand new sneaks on Jackie's feet and heard his former best buds pissin' into Jack's old sneakers. They each put down one sneaker...sopped with piss and then Jack whipped out and stood back and pissed into and onto both sneaks from several feet away splashing all over Billy and his new duds. "Okay, fucker....pick 'em up and drink what didn't soak in yet....fuckin' DO IT ASSHOLE!" Billy scrambled, trembling, to grab them up and gulp down the cooling piss as fast as he could. They pointed and giggled at him when they heard him glugging piss from one sneaker, dribbling from his quivering lips, while his hand shook holding the other one. They made him put the drained sneaks on to mesh up with cummy toes and socks. They pulled up his boxers and pants while they pulled him to his feet, and buttoned him up patting the hanging half full rubber. Meanwhile he was standing and back to sucking the inside of the junior high kids' rubber clean. While he finished that, jutting his face out and back, while trying to suck his tongue in and out of the rubber with out using his hands, the three 'buds' of his walked away telling him he better have most of that cum in that rubber tied to his cock at lunch.....'cause that WAS his lunch! They didn't tell him whose cum was in that rubber. He saw Kenny's face in his mnd's eye that moment, and he sighed as he imagined a bright-eyed smiling Ken saying to him...."Does it matter, dude? Just swallow and get it over with." Please write and tell me if you like my story. Send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org Positive and negative comments welcome. For other stories, see JARROD on the Authors Page.