Many fourteen year old boys at the school prayed at night that they would develop a dick like Matt Henshaw. Paul looked around, totally surprised that Matt Henshaw would talk to him. My folks are out of town for the weekend and I need lots of help setting stuff up. " He slapped Paul gently on the back, and then his hand lingered on Paul's naked neck. What would happen do you suppose if they both lost their jobs. That would be a terrible shame." Nine O'clock Saturday morning, Paul rang the door bell on Matt's father's mansion. It took a few minutes, and then Matt answered the door. There is a bucket and sponge and hose and shit over there. I got to call up some of the girls coming tonight and lien up some fucks for my buddies. You probably don't have all that many to begin with. He took the waist strings and put them in his mouth, letting the pouch hang on his chest. I don't mean just a casual glance to size me up, like a guy will do. In his poor tortured teenage mind, he wanted to sort things out. Paul's head swam as he crawled naked, his balls and dick swinging, his tongue out of his mouth lapping at the wet leaking swollen pricks and the sweat slick scrotums of the teenage jocks. Perhaps this had been the ultimate torture, and now he would be left alone to pick up the pieces of his life. he could not go every day, facing at least ten guys who had worked him over and scads of other teens who had seen him humiliated at the party. The woman screamed, but the boy looked at Paul's swinging dick with delight. His brother had always been a very phyical, horsing around, macho type guy. The problem was, Matt Henshaw's dad owned the town. so he was not only rich and handsome, he also was hung like a fucking horse. As Paul lay there culrled up in a tiny ball in his bed, he felt his own dick get rock hard as he thought of the bully and what he had done. At first I thought they were jut cruel jokes to make fun of me, but now I see that they were real. For a few seconds there was nothing, and then the soap began to bubble and foam up. He looked back at the lake up puked up cum in front of him and bent his head to continue licking. And Paul tried to insert a second bar of soap up his fucked up ass cunt. When the boy coughed, cum bubbled up from his stomach. Paul looked down into the cardboard box of twisted stained athletic supporters. You will clean every fucking prick pouch with your faggot tongue. Just to make sure you don't cheat us, you will perform you cleaning task in front of your webcam so we can watch you while we do our homework." Matt threw some clothes at the boy. They consisted of a pair of very small shorts like a boy in fourth or fifth grade might wear and a wife beater strap style under shirt, also much too small for him. They drove Paul home, once more in the trunk of the car, but when they let him out, he was shocked and disturbed to hear that Matt was going to accompany him into his home. Matt even put an arm around Paul's shoulder as they walked up toward the house. Marshall, If you would allow me a word alone with you and your husband, and perhaps your older son for just a minute, I think I can explain everything." Paul panicked. It's true, Maria did love her new husband's fat fucker, but she was hardly obsessed with it. Then he hung up and with his face white as a sheet, he looked at his family. I hope you slept well." Matt Henshaw gloated at the sick humiliated faces he saw before him.
He would stand there scratching his nuts in front of underclassmen, and the younger boys would just stare at that immense fucker in awe. All covered with grime and dirt." "Naw, they need to be washed. Wash them real good so all the kids can see how beautiful they are when they arrive tonight. What will your poor bro do with a new wife and no job. He stood in front of the four teenage boys and raised the strap to his mouth. I thought he was okay too, until one day I caught him scoping out my fuckmeat in the locker room. Paul's head swam as he crawled naked, his balls and dick swinging, his tongue out of his mouth lapping at the wet leaking swollen pricks and the sweat slick scrotums of the teenage jocks. There were five jocks crammed in the tent, and it smelled like boy sex. The only ray of hope in all of this was that perhaps Matt was finished with him. Then, bent over, he tried to get lost in the maze of parked autos. Once Paul skirted a Chevy Cavelier only to run into a boy of about thirteen with his mother. He must know that Paul simply could not take any more abuse. He hardly spoke to his handsome manly brother who loed to muss up Paul's hair and slap him on the back. Harding's hand left Paul's nipple and went down behind the boy and grabbed and asscheek. Still lying on the tiled shower room floor, he put the soap into his own mouth. He grunted in numb pain as the soap nestled itself deeply in his rectum like some giant turd. The second bar pushed the first deeper into his bowels. Paul didn't know if Matt had been speaking to him or his buddies. the soap in his ass was slowly melting, sending trails of soap suds out of his hole. It's going to be fun, just wait." Only half the words registered on the poor boy's befuddled mind. Paul crawled from the shower room amid the swinging dicks of the jocular jocks. You will lick and suck the skid marks from the ass straps. You put some soap and water in your mouth and then suck on the jock straps. If the soap up your ass melts before you get to your job, I'm sure you have more soap around at home. Paul was left in the kitchen while Matt chatted with Paul's dad and mom and older brother. They assumed that the only thing any girl wanted out of life was to service a big fat cock twenty-four-seven. "Hello Marshall Family, how are you this fine morning?Matt's Dad was the wealthiest industrialist in the town. He was now wearing tight jeans, hugging his muscular legs and ass. Water dripped from his almost transparent underpants. the whole fucking neighborhood can see it, and I got delivery guys coming any minute to bring food for the party. He walked out of the bathroom naked and stood frozen in the hallway. His new sister-in-law was staring at his naked dick and balls! It was tiny with just a string in the rear that would go up the ass crack. "Take it and go put it on, or I swear to God, I will make you strip and wash the last two cars bare assed naked. " Matt's voice shifted instantly from a cheerful buddy-buddy warmth to a hard cold ruthlessness. It was so tiny, he could hardly pull it up over his thighs and hips. Now hurry and finish the cars, but don't rush so that you don't do a good job. With a sob of resignment, she stretched her body out on the desk top. Paul forced his huge cockhead into his sister-in-law's tender cunthole. He had jerked off at home thinking about his brother Joe with his own huge dick fucking his new bride. He pumped in and out as fast as he could, hoping to cum quickly and get it over with. That made Paul's dick start to shrink, so he frantically rubbed it and squeezed it, right in front of his school mates. Matt looking perfectly sexy as always looped his thumbs in the pockets of his tight jeans and nodded to Paul. Paul started to masturbate his dick for the little boys. So use the hallway in the rear that leads to the stock rooms. If I cross him, his dad closes down this story, and my Pa goes out of business. You suck my dick, and I help you get out of the Mall without being seen naked and covered in jizz. You don't suck my dick, and I call security." The muscular young dude just stood there over Paul, his fat dick bouncing a little with tension, a clear drop of moisture appearing at the fat pisshole. His breathing grew ragged as he dragged himself toward yet another teenage dick. Then he licked back down the stalk of the dick to the large leaking head. He tried to get a drink of water, but one of Matt's buddies wouldn't let him. He was afraid to talk to anyone, lest he reveal he had "Dickbreath! His hands shook so badly he could hardly remove his skimpy clothing. He had believed things could get no worse, but now they had. His own fingers flicked and pulled at his teenage boy tits. Paul's dad moved in for a close-up of Mother beating the prick of her own son. His toes dug into the table his hands left his nipples and slapped the wood beneath him. The hand pumped faster and a huge gyser of fuck shot out of the dick. The rest of it arced high in the air and landed on Paul's naked torso and on the table.He owned several companies and factories and had money coming out of his ass. What the fuck would they think, seeing you with your dick almost naked in those underpants? Not only was it totally obscene in and of itself, but it looked much too small for any normally endowed male. You are on private property and all the essentials will be covered. The pouch in the front was so small that his fat dick and big boy balls pushed the material out obscenely like a tent. If they are not perfect, I will only make you do them all over again. Go on, take out my dick, Paul." Breathing grew heavy in the kitchen as anticipation hung in the air like a helium balloon. Sure they had all demanded blow jobs from some faggot they had bashed in an alley on a Saturday night. To a kid they had believed to be straight and normal. Paul crawled over his, his dick dripping pre-fuck onto her legs and stomach. She hissed and held her breath as the thick dick worked it's way into her pussy. The girl moaned and spread her legs wider, not from pleasure, but from discomfort. This time it started to leak and a big wet spot appeared on the front of his pink shorts. Paul said nothing, but stood with his head hanging, looking at the polished stone floor of the mall. He lashed out with one hand and slapped Paul hard across the face, causing the boys to roar with laughter. "I asked you a question, Dickbreath." "Oh my, she had a busy night, didn't she? His teenage balls bounced and jiggled in their full young sack. We have some shopping to do." Paul tucked away his huge dick, leaving even a larger spot of pre-jiz on the front of the shorts. He was shaking so badly, his young legs hardly supported him. Go into Victoria's Secret and ask to buy a tiny thong for yourself. If they say they have no men's thongs, you say you prefer female thongs. Go to her." The next ten minutes were a nightmare for Paul. They were nothing more than cunt straps of very thin material, hardly wider than the lips of a girl's pussy. Let's all go back there and watch him chance to make sure he doesn't shop lift." With shaking fingers Paul undid the shorts and peeled them off, careful to keep his underpants on. He was now a cocksucker whether he wanted to be or not. He scooped up the pre-fuck hanging in strings from the pisshole with is tongue and swallowed it. Because from now on, you are going to fuck Paul Marshall's ass every single day during your free hour. Harding pushed back his thick foreskin and let the big dickhead push against the asshole. " Jocks are quick to pick up on a kid with "Dickbreath." The last thing Paul wanted was to become the school cum dump for all the high school jocks. We are not sexual perverts and we can maintain our dignity. We all need to be behind him." Paul stood up, and with trembling fingers reached for his shorts. He stood bare assed naked in his room, staring at himself in the mirror. Now Matt had directly involved his family into this. He looked down at his swollen red balls and his thick limp dick. When he wanted a quick hard on, working his puffy teen boy nipples always helped. She squeezed his nuts harder and a second fountain of fuck sprayed the air.They felt it was demeaning to the school to have someone of Paul's cass getting a higher academic average than they had. He filled it with water and got to work on the first car. He looked at the amazing half-hard naked dick hanging there over the huge balls in front of him. He held his mouth there for ten seconds in a mock kiss. Matt and the delivery boys were in the kitchen looking at porno on Matt's laptop. I'm gonna write this one and tell her I might consider fucking her if she sends me a picture of herself fucking a baseball bat." The guys laughed and Paul moved to the work closet. I wore it for about a month without washing it and it really stinks. The four boys in the room moved around for a better view of the teen's asshole. Then the door opened and Matt entered, that charming smile on his face as always. "Hey, hey hey, we are just having a little fun, Dude, no need to get nasty. " Matt sauntered around the room, testing surfaces for dust. Just in case some kids want to come up here and use my bed to fuck tonight. His big teen balls jiggled and danced as he moved from foot to foot trying to ease the pain. You husband never needs to know." With a gasp of shame and defeat the poor beautiful girl began to take off her clothes. So that if Paul had made her pregnant, she could blame it on this "crazy unprotected" morning fuck. That someone was Jim Butcher, a kid in Paul's class who, while not as wealthy as the Henshaws, had a family in the top ten in the town. They kind of just concentrated on what they were doing and didn't say much. Printed on the pink tee shirt was the word, "COCKSUCKER." Then there were the pink girl shorts and the flip flops with little plastic pink flowers on them. His mouth hung slack and his eyes were glazed over. Like an idiot he scanned the room, what was he looking for. When they got to the car, Paul could see that another boy from school, Pete Jones was in the rear seat. Jim steered Paul into the car and the boys sat on either side of him. They rode around town for almost an hour, and three times, Paul had to leave the vehicle and stand facing he knew not what and remove his cape. Just tell yourself it's something you have to do to help others. I was reading this book on the Second World War, and you know, it is amazing what people can put up with if they have to. Without lube, the inner ass lining wanted to come out withe the cock, and it was really painful. Now go around the other side of the desk and shove it in the bitch's mouth! " Big swollen dick drooling and now covered with boy spit, the teacher, pants a tangle, waddled back around to the kid's ass and in one thrust plowed balls deep into the teenage asshole! To those of youwondering about my phrasiology, When a teenage male asshole is fucked enough, the shape and texture of it starts to change.It especially irked Matt, the handsome senior Jock Hero of the school. Inside, Matt stood talking on his cellphone and rubbing his dick and balls through his white gym shorts. Soon he had soap suds running off his smooth muscular body. So, I will be happy and you will be happy, believe me. Lean in and give my fat fucker a nice big kiss." Imagine the power you feel as a high school senior to have your dick kissed by another boy. To have a nice sweet popular boy at school on his knees kissing your schlong! Sweat ran down Paul's cheek and dripped from his chin. It all crusted with piss and ball sweat and dick drippings, and Paul asked if he could suck it clean for me." "You just never know when a guy is going to turn out to be a cocksucking faggot. I could sure use a good suck after looking at these twats on the internet." Paul froze in terror. He removed the broom and some polishing cloths from the closet. " Paul stood there holding the broom and looking totally stupid. He shook his sweat slick head and looked down at the broom. Paul maneuvered the broom handle so the the rounded tip was up against his tender teen virgin asshole. Jeez, Paul, can't you see we are just fooling around? Spooge and spit dripped from his lips, leaving pecker trails on his chin and chest. Imagine having to strip naked in front of seven males. Joe loved to have her naked whenever they were alone, but living with his parents and Paul, they didn't have that chance very often. He was of course only too happy to fuck without a condom. Paul's father secretly hoped Paul was making friends with some of the wealthy influential kids in town. As Jim went up the stairs to Paul's room, he heard the sound of heavy fucking coming from Paul's brother's room. He heard Maria's grunts as the big dick slammed into her. Jim hadn't had that pleasure and his dick was randy as hell. Paul was seated at the foot of the bed, naked, looking at the floor. "SUCK MY FUCKING DICK YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKING FAGGOT, NOW! Paul as certain that his brother heard it in the room next door. He slipped off the bed onto his knees and crawled toward the fat uncut cock hanging from his classmate's pants. Jim grabbed Paul by the hair and dragged his cute young face into his dick and fucksack. he had to show his pink outfit with the ass and crotch hugging queer pink shorts and the obscene cut off tee shirt. Another sounded like older, senior citizens who said things like, "Shocking! Marshall with a son like that," and other horrible things. Don't think about your own discomfort or humiliation. I am really sorry about this, and I don't want to do this, but Matt insists." He reached down and began to finger Paul's dick through his shorts. But Paul was dressed enough to be allowed in the mall, and there was nothing they could do. Inner pink ass showed at the boy's ass lips as the fat cock popped free of the hole. Harding stood there looking mystified, his long fat fucker coated with ass slime. " It took only a second before a smile appeared on the teacher's face. He sobbed and his tears ran down onto the thick fat greasy cock invading his mouth. Paul arched up again, his dick and balls mashed against the edge of the desk, his asshole aflame! A cunt like opening is actually formed, the swollen, distended ass lips actually starting to look like cunt lips.