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Punk Kids: or Brent's Big Boner
October 16, 2005
 
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 is for adults, and 
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys initiated by 
them and with older men.  This story is completely fiction, all descriptions and 
names are also made up, and any similarities are truly just that, purely 
similarities.  I do not engage in or condone sexual activity between adults and 
teenagers which is regulated by law.  These are fantasies for sexual private 
sexual enjoyment, not for emulation in real life.  
 
I have not had the opportunity to write a major story, with the exception of 
one in collaboration with a colleague whose writing I admire.  My stories are 
posted on Paulie's Personal Web Site and on ASSGM.com.  I would appreciate 
comments on my writing which may be a bit rusty.  I certainly admire the good 
writers on the web, and consider myself still a learner.  Please contact me at 
glaucon55@aol.com.
 
Chapter:  06 Johnny's Memory
 
When Johnny was eleven, he was left by his mother with Mrs. Warren, the widow 
down the block, for an afternoon.  Mrs. Warren had begun taking care of 
children when her husband died unexpectedly, and she needed to earn additional 
money to support herself and her son Adam.  Adam was fourteen, and the death of 
his father had caused him to become more introspective and sullen than being a 
teenager already brought out in his demeanor.  Johnny couldn't remember why his 
mother had asked Mrs. Warren to watch him, but he spent a whole Saturday at 
the Warren house by himself with Adam and his mother.  Since it was the 
weekend, there were no other children, and this baby-sitting arrangement meant extra 
cash for Louise Warren.  In the early afternoon, Mrs. Warren asked Adam if he 
would watch Johnny, because she needed to go and do some last-minute shopping. 
 Taking care of children from early morning to after dinner left precious 
little time to go to the market, do the laundry and take care of other errands.  
Adam hardly looked up when he said he would do it, and instead continued to 
watch television with Johnny as she left the house, saying she would be back in 
two or three hours.  Johnny did not know that Adam had been hoping for 
something like this for some time, and it wasn't the first time that he'd been left 
with some punk kid while his mother took care of family business on the 
weekends when she was supposed to be baby-sitting.  
 
While Johnny was absorbed in the video game Adam offered him when his mother 
walked out the door, Adam went upstairs for about fifteen minutes.  When he 
returned, he called Johnny from the top of the stairs, and asked him to come up. 
 Johnny did what he always did when he was with Adam, he followed his 
instructions.  When he got up the stairs, Adam asked if he wanted to play a game that 
Adam had learned from his friends at school.  Johnny said sure, but when he 
saw the blindfold that Adam had in his hands, he looked a bit skeptical.  Adam 
was smart though, he said maybe this was a game for older guys, dudes who had 
confidence in themselves.  Johnny did not want to seem like a little kid to 
the older teen he looked up to, so he said he wanted to learn, and stepped into 
Adam's room, following the bigger boy.
 
Adam was a solid fourteen year old.  He was already 5' 9" tall, and he was 
well proportioned and muscular.  Like a young colt, he had long legs, strong 
ankles and big feet---size 10 already.  His dark brown hair, tanned complexion 
and green eyes gave him a smouldering look that made Johnny's pre-teen peter go 
rigid at times, especially when he saw Adam without a shirt, or in shorts and 
bare feet.  
 
When he walked into Adam's room, Johnny saw the older boy was only wearing 
loose, baggy seersucker shorts and his flip-flops. The fly of his shorts was 
bulging out dramatically.  His muscled chest, flat stomach, and raspberry nipples 
and the obvious erection in Adams's shorts, made Johnny's pricklet stiffen.  
He didn't understand why that happened-what caused his pee tube to suddenly 
go hard at times, but it felt good in his briefs and shorts, rubbing against 
the material and hardening involuntarily.  Adam told Johnny to stand still, and 
put his hands behind his head.  The bigger boy then walked behind him, and 
before he could speak to ask what was going to happen, Adam wrapped a tight 
bandanna around Johnny's head, covering his eyes.  Then Adam quickly pushed Johnny 
down onto his bed, and within a minute both of the younger boys arms were 
tied to the bedpost, slightly over his head and spread wide, exposing his armpits.
 
Johnny asked Adam what was happening, why was he tying his arms to the bed.  
But the older boy just told him that it was part of the game, and kept going .  
Suddenly Johnny felt Adam's hands on the fly of his shorts.  He half-cried 
out, and tried to twist his body to prevent Adam from touching him, but the 
older boy got between his legs, and quickly unhooked the button and pulled down 
the zipper.  Within moments, despite his protests, Johnny's shorts and briefs 
were down his legs and off.  Then Adam quickly secured both of the lanky 
pre-teens legs to the corner posts at the foot of the bed, and Johnny was tethered-
spread out, and completely vulnerable.  His long, thin pricklet was fully erect, 
sticking straight up, narrow at the base but wider at the head, almost four 
inches and hard as wood.  
 
Johnny heard Adam moving around the room, and picking up things from a table 
or the dresser.  He pleaded with Adam to let him go, threatened to tell him 
mother, as he turned his head to follow the sounds.  But he jumped a bit when 
Adam landed on the bed next to him.  The older boy draped himself slightly over 
Johnny's slender torso, and without any warning, a soft-bristled hair brush 
began to glide over Johnny's torso, starting under his neck and working over his 
chest and down to his stomach.  Johnny jerked wildly in his bonds, laughing, 
coughing and gasping---and yelling for Adam to stop…he couldn't stand the 
tickling.  But there wasn't a chance that Adam was going to stop.  The brush slid 
effortlessly from one side to the other over the taut muscles of the young 
boy, and each time they crossed his pectorals, the bristles gave his stiff 
little nipples a good tweaking, making them tingle and sting at the same time.  
Each time Adam noticed how Johnny's boy bone throbbed from the action on his 
nipples, lifting off his stomach and going rigid, before slapping back down on his 
flat stomach.  So he focused his attention on the pre-teen nips.  Johnny 
squealed and cried, unable to breathe except in gasps, "nnnnnooooooo…
 ..aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeee…ha, ha, ha,ha, pleaaaassssseeeeee….nnnnnnnooooo, ha, ha, ha, ha, 
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
 
Adam worked the hair brush from the top of Johnny's torso, down to the tops 
of his feet, carefully avoiding his navel, his armpits, and the bottoms of his 
feet.  But it didn't matter…Johnny was howling from the irritating bristles, 
scratching and chaffing his sparse but firm musculature.  He was helpless, and 
for some reason that made his squeals and yelling all the more acute, and his 
pricklet throb like a miniature vibrator.  
 
But Adam was just beginning.  He put down the hair brush, and picked up an 
old tooth brush.  He had been boiling the bristles in hot water for days, making 
them soft and pliant.  He leaned down, and in one stroke, thrust his teenage 
tongue into Johnny's exposed ear and at the same time, began to stroke the 
soft bristled tooth brush back and forth in Johnny's opposite exposed armpit.  
Johnny lifted his ass off the bed, and screamed, but the noise was muffled by 
the upstairs bedroom and the thick brick walls of the house.  For 30 minutes, 
Adam searched every nook and cranny of Johnny's body, reducing the pre-teen to a 
shuddering, gasping, sweating thing, with a hard boy cock sticking up the 
entire time.  After Adam has used the toothbrush on the soles of Johnny's feet, 
watching as the boy wriggled them futilely and screamed and begged for mercy, 
he finally took a brief pause.  
 
When Adam finally got to Johnny's penis, he rested between the boy's legs, 
and holding up the taut, slender shaft, he let the bristles dance from the root 
up to the flange.  Then carefully, he gently scrubbed the bristles around the 
fat knob, and under the glans, stopping and allowing Johnny to moan, grunt, 
and beg him to stop…making sure that the boy was not in pain.  After about five 
minutes of this excruciating masturbation, bringing the boy to the edge, and 
then abandoning the cock head and using the brush on his navel, reaching up to 
his nipples, or even probing under his boy nuts to tickle the entrance to his 
asspucker, Adam changed his strategy.  He slipped on a cotton garden glove, 
soaked in hand lotion from his mother's bathroom, and then grasping Johnny's 
boner in his one fist, he used the brush with his other hand.  His fist slid 
tantalizing slowly up and down Johnny's boner, paying special attention to the 
fat knob, twirling and twisting his palm over and around the aroused prick cap. 
 Johnny did not know what to do…he squealed, he cried, he laughed and he 
begged…but there also were grunts and groans of pleasure, especially when Adam's 
fist slid over and around his cock head…causing excrutiating sensations.  He 
wanted more, but at the same time it was too sensitive, too much!  Finally, 
Adams thumb and fist curled around the expanding pre-teen cock, and settled down 
to strumming back and forth over the bloated cock tip.  That sent Johnny over 
the edge, his ass bouncing on the bed, his toes curling and his pre-teen 
pricklet throbbing with an orgasm though no ejaculation.  Still, Adam did not give 
him respite, and as he writhed and pleaded for the older boy to stop, the 
wicked, malicious fist kept squeezing and rubbing the over-wrought pre-teen 
erection.  
 
For the rest of the afternoon, Adam invented ways to render Johnny's ever 
hard boy bone through dry orgasm after dry orgasm.  Adam loved that Johnny did 
not wear out like he would after shooting his cum two or three times.  Adam did 
get Johnny to massage his own five inch teen prick to three ejaculations, and 
Johnny secretly loved watching the older boys spunk spurt over his fist, and 
his body writhe as Johnny's fist roiled over the fat, bloated tip each time 
Adam came.  Only one wrist was released, and Johnny was still captive and subject 
to Adam's tortures.  But even when he protested, Johnny loved the velvet feel 
of Adam's fat, soft prick knob when he stroked the older boy's itchy glans.  
When he finally was released, Adam ordered Johnny to wash up in the bathroom, 
pee, and get cleaned up before his mother returned.  He also showed Johnny 
Polaroid snapshots he had taken, and swore him to secrecy if he did not want the 
pictures shown or discovered.  That was enough to silence Johnny, and he 
endured one more afternoon of exquisite torture at the hands of the older boy, 
this time tied, gagged and on his lap, squealing through dry cums till he almost 
fainted.  But secretly, Johnny had loved every throbbing sperm-less cum he had 
experienced.  He masturbated every night to the memory…and the sensations.  
The idea of the bigger boy masturbating him, being held helpless and captive, 
made his boy boner rigid in his shorts.  The lesson of the toothbrushes, the 
pictures, and the tickling were not lost on him.  It took years, but now he was 
ready to return the favor, if not to Adam, then to the next best victim…in 
this case, Wes.
 
Wes Dissolves
 
Wes had hardly stopped gulping for breath after his first ejaculation, when 
the two boys picked up the toothbrushes that had been soaked in boiling water 
to turn their bristles into soft, pliant tendrils.  Each teenager raised his 
brush letting Wes see their weapons of choice, and then on Johnny's signal, 
lowered them to begin a slow, tantalizing excursion over Wes' big boy body.  
Teenage boys are like overgrown colts, skitterish in the first instance.  But when 
you add sensations which surprise them, or which are both unfamiliar and 
highly erotic, they become wild bucking broncos.  At first Wes was disoriented, 
still recovering from the massive teen ejaculation over his torso and face, 
pretty copious for a  kid his age.  At the same time, Wes was not satisfied with 
his cum. His big boy penis had not been jacked to its whorish satisfaction, and 
the congealing ejaculate only made his flesh tingle and tickle more.  Now the 
sudden sensation of the itching, soft tickle of the bristles, on his taut 
teenage body, made him jerk back to reality.  He pulled ferociously and futilely 
at his bonds…grunting and yelling into his gag, but the delicious tickling 
quickly reduced him to a squealing, snorting, wild and helpless mass of boy 
hunk---his toes reflexively curling from the outlandish, wicked little bristles 
flying over every square inch of his body-turning his skin ruddy and inflamed.  
 
Johnny used one hand to loosen the gag that restrained Wes from screaming his 
displeasure, and as he spit the wadded briefs from his mouth, he fairly 
gasped and squealed his pleas!  "NNNNNNOOOOO…STOP, STOP, YOU FUCKING PRICKS…
AAAAAHH, NO…OH GOD…OH FUCK…AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH…..YYYYYYIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE…. 
AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA….AAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA…..NO…PLEASE. GOD….SHIT, FUCK…
 .NO,AAAAAGGHGHHHHH!!!"   It was all music to Johnny, as the combination of revenge against Wes 
and the thought of having the bigger boy at their mercy, made his dick leak 
like a sieve, leaving sticky tracks across Wes' hairy legs as his boner rubbed 
against the bigger boy on the bed.  As he looked over at Darren, he could tell 
that even his straight buddy was excited by the action…Darren's hands were 
moving rapidly over Wes' body, searching out areas, and making sure the bristles 
made just enough contact to drive the big boy crazy and his fat bone was also 
getting a good scrub from Wes' other hairy leg.  
 
AAAAAHHHHHH….AAAAGGGGGGHHHH…..AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE….NNNNNOOOOO, OH FUCK, OH 
CHRIST…OF JESUS…AAAAAAGGGGHHH, NO PLEASE STOP…PLEAS STOP….I'LL DO ANYTHING…
OH GOD, PLEASE…….HELP, OH FUCK, HELP ME…..AAAAA, AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!, HA, HA, 
HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HAAAAAA!!!-help, HELP….HHHHHAAAAAALLLPPPP 
MMMEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
 
But the bristles continued to dance over and around Wes' tethered torso and 
body, making him bounce on the bed, and begin to drip sexual heat from every 
pore.  As Johnny instructed, Darren lifted himself up, and as he moved the brush 
with one hand, he lowered his lips to Wes' mounded pec, and began a serious 
suckle on one of the older teens paps, struggling to keep contact with the 
wriggling older boy's body, occasionally having to settle for his tongue lashing 
at the stiff, rubbery teat as Wes struggled to avoid the maddening bristles.  
But when Darren's lips were able to curl around one of the teats, the nipple 
fairly throbbed in his mouth, stiff, rigid, and rubbery, sending electric 
sensations directly to Wes' fevered cock shaft, now fully erect again and drooling 
his usual drool of teenage pre-jizz.  But when Johnny's batting glove, neatly 
covered with fine horse hair bristles, glued in patches at the finger tips and 
in the palm from an old shoe brush, came in contact with Wes' huge, curved 
prick shaft, the big teenage jock almost lost his voice-croaking with lust and 
overwrought rage as his boner was tickled wickedly by the soft, scrubbing 
fingers searching for the expanding glans, wet and red from the evil masturbation it 
was enduring.
 
The sensations were hitting Wes from every corner, and he had no time to 
adjust.  All he could do is scream, squeal, beg, gasp and tug at his bonds.  His 
restraints only fed the frenzy, making him even more excited though he could 
not fully understand why.  All he knew was that his nipple was being suckled 
relentlessly by the punk on one side, while his huge prick was being gently, 
expertly massaged with an awful glove by the other kid.  Johnny added to the 
confusion by sticking his tongue into Wes' ear on his side, and with the random 
bristling that Darren was doing with his free hand, Wes was on overload...."
AAAAAAHHHHHGGGGGG….NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOO….AAAAAAH!"  Wes felt the build-up to another 
huge ejaculation, the combination of tickling and tingling sensations were 
making him feel like a million ants were nibbling every sexual nerve in his body, 
and he thrashed as much as his bonds would allow, trying to free his bloated 
prick tip from the relentless manipulation of Johnny's torquing fist .  At the 
same time, the excruciating sensations made him wish the fucking punk kid would 
bring him over the edge and let him squirt his shit with complete abandon, 
and nurse his itching fuck tip till it made him faint.  But Johnny had other 
ideas.  Just as Wes appeared to be making his last gasp before a giant cum, just 
as his glans got that glassy expanded look and could barely be contained in 
Johnny's cruel grip, Johnny withdrew his fist, and signaled Darren to release Wes
' nipple.  While their hands continued to glide softly over the writhing boy, 
this throbbing organ bounced helplessly on his taut stomach, drooling 
slippery pre-fuck as the itchy glans pulsed without effect, unable to achieve the 
sweet release that Wes' dick centered brain now demanded.  The big boy began to 
whine and thrash as he sought relief for his throbbing teen prong.
 
"OH JESUS…oh fuck, come fucking on…gimme a break…you fuckers, Jesus…shit, 
please ….ooooooooowwwwwww… lemme cum….oh fuck…lemme cum…Wes' voice trailed 
off as his body slowly stopped wriggling around the damp sheets.  As the clear 
goo bubbled from the wide lips of Wes' boner, Johnny used a gloved fingertip 
to tease the itchy flange of the tied boy's glans, and then leaned over and 
spoke calmly considering how his own heart was pounding:
 
"Wes, dude, does that big bone ache, need to shoot another wad, huh?"  
Johnny continued using his glove covered index finger to tickle across the still 
bloated glans of the tethered teenager.  As Wes grimmaced and gasped-his eyes 
springing open from the unbelievable sensation of the bristle gliding softly 
over his knob, Johnny laid out the plan.  "Wes, Darren and me wanna know when you 
started getting your dick off, when you got it sucked first by some other 
kid, and how many kids you've made into dick punks for your amusement.  We want 
details dude.  Less you make this story good, and it's sounds convincing and 
honest, we're gonna keep you boned up, but unable to cum, for the rest of the 
day.  Oh, and just in case you think you can hold out…lookit this."  Johnny 
pointed to what seemed like a "Mexican" finger puzzle, one of those toys that 
you slipped onto two finger--one on each hand, and kept them trapped until you 
figured how to relax and slip out of the two ends.  Only this straw weave was 
designed to slide down over a boy's flaccid penis, and once that cock is 
stimulated, it would take a special escape to get the device off.  Wes would in 
essence be cock caged until Johnny would let him out.  Wes' eyes widened when he 
saw the device, and he begged Johnny once again to let him go, promising to do 
anything he told him for the rest of the visit.  But Johnny just smiled and 
waved the straw cock sleeve, and instructed Wes to begin his story.
 
Wes Tells His Story
 
Wes began boarding school when he was twelve.  At that age he was already a 
strapping, athletic boy with a 4.5 inch boner that was none too thin.  From the 
time he was eleven, he had learned frottage, the grinding of his morning 
piss-hardon, any hardon, into his bed-clothes or an old sock so that he could 
achieve the delicious sensations from working his fat prick tip into the soft 
materials.  One can only imagine the sight of Wes' taut butt cheeks clenching as 
he ground his boner back and forth into the soft cotton, or into his bath 
towel, as he lay in bed in the morning, or before he went to bed at night.  He 
often had to bury his face into his pillow to prevent the ticklish sensations 
sweeping over his boy glans from making him squeak and squeal with pleasure.  By 
the time he was twelve, the little drops of clear pre-goo that dripped from his 
pricklet had become a regular leak, basting the sensitive cock knob, and 
making the rub against his sock or towel even more excrutiating…leading to 
explosive boy cums, without sperm.  Wes had gotten to the point where between 
frottage, and the use of a spare gym sock in the toilet at school, he could wring 
five or six dry cums from his over-active pre-teen prick on any given day.  His 
angelic face did not betray the sexual animal that was developing, one whose 
waking hours were focused on the relief of his constantly hard boy bone.
 
But arrival at boarding school changed everything.  First there were the 
constant lectures about masturbation and its ills given by the coaches and doctor. 
 When he reported for his physical after the first week, the young doctor had 
humiliated and excited him at the same time.  He had to strip, and as the 
doctor's hands glided over his body along with his stethoscope, the cold steel 
and warm, blunt fingers made him throw a huge pre-teen boner.  Wes did not see 
the doctor smirk, he did not know that the young physician, substituting from 
the city for his older colleague who had taken ill, was planning to have a good 
week of medical exams with the young, healthy boys of the Pennington Boys 
Preparatory School.  Dr. Anders seeing Wes' almost five inch pricklet with its 
fat helmet, ordered the boy onto the exam table and immediately brought down the 
stirrups generally reserved for girls' exams and special circumstances like 
enemas and constipation.  The doctor carefully inserted Wes' big boy feet into 
the stirrups, watching as the long toes flexed and wriggled in anticipation.  
He used velcro straps to secure the feet, and basically kept Wes immobile on 
his back.  Not that he expected any problems.  His experience with teenage boys 
was that most were desperate to have someone make them ejaculate or have a 
dry cum, so while they feigned modestly and protested occasional "medical" 
procedures, they virtually all surrendered.  Doctor Anders would get no fight from 
Wes, mostly because the boy was about to be overcome with the sensations of 
sex.  
 
Wes started to describe the experience with young Dr. Anders to Darren and 
Johnny, as their lips and fingers continued to tantilize him, making him squirm, 
and adding to the throbbing of his already unruly teen boner.  
 
Dr. Anders pulled a high stool up between the elevated and spread legs of the 
pre-teen.  Not waiting for the Wes' reluctance to get in the way of his exam, 
Anders grasped the boy's erect pricklet in his medically gloved left hand, 
the palm and fingers already sticky with a vasaline lubricant, warmed and 
slippery.  With his other free hand, also gloved, the doctor stuck his index finger 
into the warm lubricant and took a dollop of it which he immediately used to 
stroke the ragged cleft of Wes' exposed anus.  The moment the doctor's finger 
touched the sensitive sphincter, the boy's legs jerked in the stirrups, and 
his ass cheeks bounced on the table.  But at the same moment, the doctor, firmed 
his grip on the boy's rigid shaft and used his thumb to rub remorselessly on 
the sensitive nerve endings beneath the circumscicion scar.  "Doc!"  Wes 
exclaimed, "ah jeeezzz, oh, aaaawwwwwww….Doc…what's happening, I mean, ah jeez 
Doc, aaaaahhhhhhhhh…." But the smiling doctor just kept his thumb strumming, 
and occasionally dragging that thumb up and over the broad cap of the boy's 
sturdy pricklet.  "Fuck yes," the doctor thought to himself, "this little piece 
of meat is going to satisfy boys and girls alike for years to come…but now he'
s mine, and I'm going to play him like a fine instrument."  With that, the 
silent doctor, with the enigmatic smile, just kept his thumb moving, working 
the pre-teen prick knob, making the boy bounce his ass faster and faster on the 
soft vinyl exam table.  Soon, Wes thrust his hand into his mouth, and squeezed 
his eyes shut, and let his body go, allowing the doctor to milk him through a 
long and uncontrollable dry cum.  Even when he thought it should be over, and 
his pricklet was too sensitive, the doctor just drooled more warm lubricant 
onto his masturbating hand, and his palm now joined the work, sliding up and 
down, over the fevered and now too sensitive knob, yet the shaft and glans would 
not go soft.  The young doctor worked like an artist, making the boy squeal 
and grunt, and after another ten minutes, shudder through another thundering 
dry orgasm.  This time, Wes hand to grasp a towel and stick it into his mouth, 
and even then one of his soprano pre-teen yelps slipped out as the doctor's 
thumb zeroed in on the defenseless glans one more time, to torture the big 
pre-teen into submission.  
 
As he told Darren and Johnny the story of his medical exam that he had never 
shared with anyone previously, Wes's now big boy boner throbbed helplessly 
from the light touches and tickling administered by his two young jailers.  For 
their part, the boys' own boners leaked copiously from the amazing story of Wes 
being used and milked by the young doctor at his first school medical exam.  
They asked if Wes had ever seen the young Doctor Anders again, but he said no. 
 The regular doctor returned the next week, and Doctor Anders had spent just 
about enough time at the school, milking and masturbating the young boys sent 
to him for exams.  He had heard from at least two other boys of how the doctor 
had worked them over and over, making their pre-teen pricklets fairly strum 
with the play of his talented fist, drawing cum and after cum from them till 
they had to beg him to stop.  One boy, tow-head Joey Spears said the doc had 
milked four dry cums from his oversized pre-teen whang, already six inches yet 
not spitting sperm.  Joey said the doc had to put his hand over his mouth the 
last time, rolling his fist mercilessly over Joey's fat boy knob, making him 
squeal and whine helplessly from the delicious sensations.  But Joey was a 
jerk-king anyway, loving to masturbate for the other boys who were fascinated by the 
size of his organ, and letting others do it for him in the bathroom, and when 
lights were out and they crawled over to his bed to reach under the sheets 
and anonymously service him while he feigned sleep.
 
This story was enough to qualify Wes for his cum, but Johnny wanted to get 
one more, knowing that this boy was likely to get sexual opportunities many 
others would not.  He wanted to hear at least one more.  Plus, he had a tape 
going, recording every one of Wes' nasty words, and vivid descriptions.  "Okay, 
Wes, one more dude, and maybe you'll earn your scum…but better make it good…no 
slacking" and to ensure the boy understood, he dragged the covered nail of his 
index finger back and forth across the glans, making Wes gasp and grind his 
ass into the bed, whelping for mercy.
 
"kay, kay….I got one…Jesus, please, give me a sec….shit…..fuck……"  Wes 
gasped from the sudden stroking of his exposed glans, and then began to burble 
his next recollection as quickly as he could get out the words.  When he got 
into the routine of the school, Wes had precious little time for his 
masturbatory escapades.  Even grinding into his sock at night was difficult since he 
slept in a shared room with four other boys, two to each bunk bed and unlike Joey 
he was embarrassed to admit he liked masturbating.  The moment he began to 
rut, the frame of the bunk bed would shudder gently, alerting his bedmate what 
was going on.  Wes' three to five dry cums per day dwindled to three to five 
cums per week.  He was constantly horny, and was prone to springing boners in 
class.  At least twice he had masturbated during a class, using his location in 
the room, and his sweater over his lap, to hide the frantic manipulation of his 
penis through a hole in his pant's pocket and the soft material of his cotton 
briefs.  God Wes loved the feel of his strong fingers twisting the cotton 
material round and round the knob of his leaky, aching pricklet, making the knob 
throb for release, and eventually making him buck almost imperceptibly through 
his dry cum.  He had to loosen his hold on his prick knob immediately, 
because the overwhelming sensation of the tickling on his glans, immediately after a 
cum, was too much to take with others potentially seeing him.  What We did 
not know, was that on both occasions he jerked his boy boner in class, someone 
was watching him.  Someone was delighted to watch as his eyes roled quietly 
back and his thighs squeezed together when the moment hit, almost helpless as the 
delicious tingling overcome him, and lasted through five to six shuddering 
pulses.  
 
The voyeur was Wes' thirteen year old roommate, Miles Landers, another big 
boned, big pricked teen.  Miles intended to try out his twelve year old 
roommate, who was apparently so horny that he was masturbating in class where someone 
could notice.  Well someone had, and Miles intended to make the most of this 
opportunity.  Miles had learned about sex at the age of ten when his wealthy 
parents, both professionals with little time for their perfect little boy, 
engaged a piano teacher to fill some of his lonely hours.  Miles preferred to go 
down from their Manhattan apartment and meet kids from the neighborhood of much 
poorer backgrounds.  But his parents were not about to indulge this desire.  
Instead, they hired a nineteen year old music major from NYU to teach their son 
how play as one step in preparing him for the cultured, college educated life 
they envisioned for him.  Little did they know that Michael Chambers would 
teach Miles much, much more.  By the time his lessons ended two years later and 
he was sent off to private school, Miles had learned how sweet it could feel 
to have his fat little pricklet, and its oversized knob, vibrated in the hot, 
wet sucking mouth and throat of another boy.  Chambers sucked the boy from head 
to toe, and then would wring dry cum after dry cum from the spasming boy as 
his tongue lashed the bulbous prick knob, and slathered round and round the 
helplessly sensitive tip to make it surrender again and again.  Miles grew into a 
handsome, athletic boy with a greedy dick, always ready to be sated by some 
hot sucking.  Now, he wanted to see what it was like to make another boy 
surrender to the insatiable lust to ejaculate that Michael Chambers had trained him 
to crave.
 
That night, Wes recalled awaking from a deep sleep, on his stomach, with his 
hands strangely immobile.  As he emerged from his slumber, he realized that 
his hands were secured by school ties to each of the corners of the bunk bed 
frame.  He turned his head to see if anyone else was awake in the darkened room, 
and he gasped to see Miles' smiling face staring at him from the edge of the 
bed.  Miles put his index finger up to his mouth to indicate to Wes to keep 
quiet, and he quickly slipped one hand under the blanket and sheet, and went 
straight to Wes' firm ass cheeks in their pajamma bottoms.  Wes frowned, making an 
angry expression, and shook his head at Miles to indicate to him to stop what 
he was doing.  Not wanting to wake the other two boys, he was constrained to 
facial expressions and mouthing obscenities at the older boy.  But Miles just 
smiled and slid his firm hand over the taut mounds of Wes' boy butt, letting 
his fingers trail deep into the crevice, making the younger boy squirm around 
the bed.  Miles leaned over and whispered softly, "Dude, you looked like you 
really enjoyed jerking off in Mr. Ralston's class…feel good to play with that 
prick of yours, and jerk it off?"  Wes closed his eyes, blushing in the 
darkness, and continuing to try to evade the bony fingers that were now probing his 
clenched ass pucker through his pajamas, shooting sensations down to his toes 
and making his pricklet instantly hard.  Now Miles other hand joined the first 
under the sheet and blanket.   But instead of helping to probe Wes' ass it 
slid effortlessly, during the younger boy's gyrations to evade the groping, under 
his body and lay palms up on the younger boy's abdomen.  The skin was hot and 
firm, and the hand then slid up to the nearest molded pectoral muscle, 
seeking out the rubbery boy nubbin and gently pinching it.  Wes gasped and squeezed 
his eyes shut, the combination of the probing fingers at his anus and the 
other plying his boy teat, making him reflexively grind his pricklet into the bed 
clothes.  Suddenly Miles slipped his hand down from Wes' nipple and into the 
opening of his pajamma pants as he continued to turn his body trying to evade 
the searching digits.  Wes gasped aloud this time as the cool fingers of the 
thirteen year old closed around his throbbing erection.  He had not focused on 
his stiff penis, rubbing against the soft material of the pajama bottoms and 
the sheets.  Butt the incessant fingers scrabbling into his sensitive crack and 
tickling his anus, had made his pricklet turn into a stiff cudgel, wet with 
pre-cum, and perfect for Miles to grip.  Using his thumb to gather the bubbling 
pre-teen sap drooling from Wes' fuck tip, and burrowing the fingers of his 
other hand into the boy's ass crack, Miles was able to begin a steady 
masturbation of Wes' engorged pricklet.  It wouldn't be the last time this happened 
during the first year, but it was certainly the most exciting for Miles as he made 
the big boy writhe over his bed, and grind his aching boy dick into the 
gripping and stroking palm of the sly thirteen year old.  Wes bit into his pillow, 
trying as much as humanely possible to prevent his groans and squeals from 
getting into the room, and waking the other boys.  "Mmmmmpppppphhhhh….uugggh, 
aaaaggggghhhhhh….mmmmppphhhhh…." He forced his faced down, just as he 
involuntarily forced his hips into driving the throbbing member into Mile's 
masturbating fist.  The rough thumb pad was exquisitely torturing Wes, making his pricklet
's fat, sticky glans expand to the scrubbing touch, and driving him 
relentlessly to a massive dry cum.  Within minutes, Miles talented thumb was feeling 
each throb and pulse, as Wes reached his climax.  The boy lifted his hips and 
ass, and drove them down one last time with as much control as he could exert, 
fearing he would wake the whole room.  His twitching prong jerked and pulsed, 
and yet Miles wicked thumb refused to stop, tickling and roiling the tethered 
boy's prick knob till Wes almost betrayed the action in the room from the 
growing sound of his groans.  
 
Darren shuddered as he listened to Wes describe the remorseless milking that 
Miles had administered, his own prick leaking madly and on the verge of 
ejaculation.  Wes had given Johnny and Darren just what they had demanded, two tales 
of his early sexual exploits, both extremely exciting and now both on tape.  
The tales were worth waiting for.  Johnny took up the lead again, ready now to 
grant Wes his second ejaculation of the day.
 
"So Wes, you seem like you were always having that fat prick played with…
always getting someone to make you feel good, huh?"  Wes only responded by 
renewing his pleading…"please Johnny, I did what you wanted, common dude, lemme cum 
dude, lemme get my nut."  As he spoke, Johnny continued to twirl his glove 
and bristled covered fingers around the sensitive glans of the bigger boy, 
recalling how Miles had tortured his cums from a younger Wes' bloated fuck tip 
years earlier.  Wes gasped, and extended his legs and lifted his hips as the 
agonizing sensations trailed over and around his cock head.  "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
 .. nnnnnnnooooooooo, please, dude, oh fuck, shit, please…..nnooooo more….. 
aaaaaaggggghhhhh."  At a wink from Johnny, he and Darren returned to their 
original tact.  Darren fastened his lips on the nearest, rubbery teat, suckling it 
into stiff erection, and Johnny picked up the pace and friction, basting the 
bloated prick knob with the drooling juices dripping from the wide piss lips .  
Wes, was getting what he wanted, but he would have to endure how he got it to 
achieve the cum he was begging for.
 
NNNNNOOOOOOOOOO….. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK, OH SHIT, CHRIST, AAAHHHHHHH…
 .NO, NO, AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Wes twisted as much as his tethers would 
allow, and bounced his ass like a post-hole drill, gasping and screaming as Johnny'
s wicked bristles scrubbed every inch of the 8" teen boner.  Wes' long thick 
toes curled, and his fingers scrabbled uselessly, as he squealed and begged.  
But when Darren and Johnny began to lick and suck on the big boy, with Johnny'
s tongue deep in Wes' ear, the tightly secured teen was lost.  He forced his 
hips as high as he could planting his feet at the bottom of the bed in spite of 
his bonds, as Johnny's fingers whirled around and around the knob. The 
overwrought erectile tissue expanded and the glans went smooth, the piss lips 
opened, and ropes of thick, white goop bolted from the tip.  
 
Wes began to hyperventilate, gasping and gulping in air as he sperm shot out 
of his penis, and yet his cock head was mauled and massaged mercilessly in 
spite of his exhortations and shrill pleading.  "DUDE…..DUDE…. aaaaaaaahhhhhhh…
 .stop, stop…. No, oh fuck, stop…. aaaaaaggggggghhhhhh, no please…. 
aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh!  Wes was bucking so much, Johnny grasped his spitting boner 
firmly and just used his thumb to flick the big boy's cock head.
 
The wailing and begging continued for five minutes, but finally Johnny 
stopped.  But Wes' day was far from over.  Darren and Johnny captured Wes in a 
variety of poses, including one where his legs were drawn over his head, and his 
mouth was gagged with a funnel.  They then masturbated him again until his 
copious boy sperm shot into the funnel and drooled down Wes' throat.  Wes came a 
total of six times that day, and he spent his last minutes before he was 
released sucking Johnny's and Darren's toes on video tape, and thanking them for 
taking control of his unruly body.  It was just Saturday, and that night, after 
the adults were asleep from their day out, Johnny secured Wes to his bed, 
reminding him of the many jpegs and video confession he had stored and ready for 
internet access.  Johnny gently massaged Wes' penis into an unwilling erection, 
then he left the big boy teen to get a much needed night's sleep.  Sunday 
would be another long day, and the vibrators that Johnny had were going to get 
full and interesting use with more of Darren's assistance.  
 
When Sunday night rolled around, and Wes and his parents said their good 
byes, no one noticed how quiet and polite Wes had become over the course of the 
weekend.  He barely looked into Johnny's eyes as he made his farewell, "Dude, 
catch ya later…." And that was it…and Wes hoped it would be the extent of 
their contact for some time to come.  But Johnny had already made his plans.  He 
wrote Wes and indicated that the teen was to write him once per week with a 
three page description of a sexual act he engaged in, and he insisted that the 
reports not be redundant or boring.  Wes was going to learn the cost of 
humiliating younger boys, for some time to come.  Johnny's dry run had been a sticky 
success.  He proved he could take an older boy and bend him to his will, and 
even more, he could make him reveal his most private self at Johnny's command.  
It was time to go for really big game.
 
To be continued…Please let me know how I am doing since this is my first 
written on my own in two years.
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