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Darby Long knocked on his 9th-grade friend's door.
"Who is it?" Newton's high-pitched voice came muffled through the heavy wooden door.
"It's me, Newt," the 10th-grader called.
"Come in, dude," the 9th-grader brightly answered.
The 15-year-old hurried through eagerly. He'd barely been able to keep from masturbating in anticipation all day. It'd been a month since the two boarding school friends had first sexually entwined, and they hadn't had a chance to get together since. A pair of grizzlies had been spotted on the campus, and so the Southern Sierra School for Boys had been on a strict curfew, with night and day patrols until the bears were tranquilized and relocated over Thanksgiving vacation.
Even manually withdrawing from his sperm bank a couple of times a day, Darby was desperately horny, and decidedly gay. And though most boys at the school hooked up for a lack of girls, it was the 80s, and they kept their liaisons discrete. Darby had a boyfriend living across the hall, who was another mid-fielder on the soccer team, and they met up most nights after Lights Out. Still, Darby had wandering eyes, and he thought Newton, a 14-year-old freshman, was impossibly cute. Looking at least a year or two younger than his actual age, with straight, blond hair cut long on one side, and short on the other, Newton was a lean little running back on the JV football team, and lots of fun to hang with. And like other late-blooming kids at school, he was frequently pantsed, so even before they'd had their moment together, Darby, like most of the boys at school, knew the younger boy had a firm and round little ass.
And it was that fine derriere that grabbed Darby's eyes by the root when he locked Newton's door behind him. Leaning with his forearms pressed along his closed windowsill, Newton was gazing toward distant snowy peaks reflecting the sun's fading orange in the early twilight. A reading light next to Newton's armchair lit up the boy's pale, sinewy legs, stretched widely in a pair of disturbingly tight Levis cut off just below Newton's slender, round buttocks.
Hearing Darby's sharp inhale, Newton smiled. Over school break, he'd dug around in a box of his 7th grade clothes in the basement, and cut off a pair of denim trouser's legs all the way to the pockets.
The weekend after returning from Thanksgiving, both boys were ravenously horny. Darby's partner Cal had to leave for a family emergency, and Newton's boyfriend Lonnie was at home with pneumonia.
Just imagining what he wanted to do with the cute little blond made him achingly hard, and he forced himself to study in the library all Saturday so he wouldn't touch himself. An hour after dinner, the sun had set, and most of the boarding students not away for the weekend were drifting to the auditorium for a movie, so the freshman dorm was virtually empty.
As Darby pulled off his parka, Newton stood on his tiptoes to bend more and extend his beautiful little ass further. It was shamelessly deliberate, and Darby laughed.
"Whatcha lookin' at, Newt?" he asked.
"The moon." The younger boy slowly draped a hand on the bare thigh, where his cut-off jeans barely concealed his butt cheek. Then he slowly drew his hand up to pat his right bun.
"Do you like watching the moon, Darby?"
The two boys laughed at the stupid double entendre.
"I love the moon," Darby replied. Stepping behind Newton, Darby lay his palm on the boy's firm bottom, gently pressing his open finger tips underneath to drape across the boy's nuts and inner thigh. It tickled and almost itched as Darby's fingers gently slid forward and back, and Newton sighed as the 10th-grader teased his tender arch.
Wrapping his arms around Newton's slim, pale torso, Darby draped himself over the 9th-grader, and pressed his swelling erection into the smaller boy's firm, young mounds.
"Mmmm..." Newton purred, pressing back into the bigger boy's hardness. "I like that even more."
Darby kissed between Newton's shoulder blades, then noticed there really was a full lunar rise on the horizon. But that wasn't all that was rising, as Newton dragged one of Darby's hands down to the front of his skin-tight cut-offs, where a pulsating hardness strained upward behind the zipper. The 10th-grader stroked it gently with a thumb and forefinger, before lowering the zipper and snaking his index finger through.
Newton's shorts were so tight, his cotton-wrapped bulge practically burst through to meet Darby's digit, and the younger boy shivered as the 10th-grader stroked an inch or so of steaming boyhood. The 15-year-old ground slowly into Newton's bottom, and quickly undid the boy's top button. Stepping back, Darby gently guided Newton's legs together so he could pull off the clingy cutoffs. As they dropped, Darby gasped and chuckled.
"Do you like?" Newton said in a teasing voice. The younger boy shifted from one leg to another, so that his teasing little buns flexed in Star Wars briefs that barely covered his behind. Darby was pretty sure cartoon underpants weren't even made for young teens, and these looked like they were meant for someone much younger. And they revealed every contour of the Newton's hidden treasures.
"Oh yeah, Newt," he said in a very low voice. "Your ass looks sweet."
"You really like my ass?" Newton asked, turning around to face him with a sly grin.
"It's amazing, Newt" he whispered. "You're amazing." Darby reached down to run a finger along the throbbing boyhood swelling up behind Boba Fett, and Newton closed his eyes for a moment, quietly groaning. His ass and genitals were compressed so tightly that even a feathery touch brought pounds of friction to his sensitive boyhood.
"Where did you get these, Newt?" Darby asked, running a finger inside the extremely snug leg elastics.
"There's a story, amigo," Newt replied, "But it'll wait." And with that, he leaned forward to press his lips up toward Darby's. Standing almost a several inches taller than Newton, Darby leaned down so their faces could meet. They kissed not with love, but with desire, and while their tongues twined, Newton reached between them, quickly unbuttoning his friend's long sleeved shirt. Kissing down Darby's neck to his collarbone, then to his friend's nipple, Newton spent a few moments delicately licking and nibbling on the hardening morsel, before lowering to his knees.
Kissing around Darby's abs, Newton palmed the front of his friend's trousers, gently squeezing the warm hardness pressing up the length of the zipper. With his other hand, he unbuttoned the top of Darby's jeans. Gazing up at Darby, while biting his lower lip with a half-smile, Newton teased the boy with a few more gentle squeezes before slowly unzipping the boy's trousers.
As the denim triangle widened, Newton's smile grew wider at the sight of the well-defined outline of a thick, circumcised head dampening the bright pink cotton tightly wrapping it. Pulling Darby's trousers all the way down, Newton grinned up at his friend, realizing the boy had eschewed his usual boxers for low-cut, snug, form-fitting briefs that out-played his own indie game. He didn't even know Jockey made colorful undies.
In fact, over the vacation, Darby had gone to Macy's to shop for special underwear just for spending time with Newton. Until the younger boy taunted and teased him with foreplay in simple tighty-whities, Darby had thought underwear was just something that got in the way of boy-on-boy action. When he got to the department store, he found how wrong he was.
Bikinis, tongas, thongs, and even fancy jock straps competed with the "boxer rebellion," in an explosion of color and material. Calvin Klein hadn't yet introduced the boxer-brief, but just about anything that could adorn a guy's junk competed for Darby's attention, and he just grabbed a colorful pack of the only brand he knew, with a picture of a sexy guy on the front. And when he first pulled on a lime green pair at home, and gazed at his lean, adolescent body in clingy cotton in a mirror, he'd grown so hard he'd jerked off in record time.
Darby's athletic sexiness had the same effect on Newton, who slid his palm up and down the throbbing front of the older boy's undies for a few moments, then reached around to gently squeeze his firm buttocks with both hands. At the same time, Newton rubbed his face back and forth, and around Darby's quivering tent pole, purring almost like a cat. Darby ran his fingers through Newton's blond hair, pressing the boy's head into his rigid desire, dampening his undies with pre-cum, then pulled the boy up so their lips could seal together again. As their tongues twirled and danced, both boys briefly closed their eyes and moaned into each other's mouths, while their erections danced together through their cotton wrappers.
Darby bent further so his lips could trace down to Newton's shoulder through the boy's t-shirt, delicately nibbling and sucking and drenching the material, while he gently squeezed the 9th-grader's scrotum through his Star Wars pouch. Newton's fingers slid back from his friend's soccer-toned buttocks to the erection plying the front of his undies, and gently stroked Darby with a thumb, twirling the tip around the wet cotton crown with every lap along his length.
"You're so cute, Newt," Darby whispered to his friend. "If a girl looked like you, I might try straight ses."
Both boy's giggled. In fact, when he was younger, and his hair was shoulder length, Newton was occasionally mistaken for a girl.
"Only if the girl had a dick, dude," Newt sighed, staring deeply into the handsome boy's sparkling eyes.
"And an ass like your's, too," Darby replied, reaching behind to gently knead his friend's lean, muscular dough.
"Do you want to fuck me in the ass, Darb?" Newton asked, with sincere hope.
"Oh, fuck yeah, Newt!" Darby quietly exclaimed. He'd wanted to pound his young friend's bottom from the first moment he'd seen him on campus.
Newton ran his hands through Darby's hair, pulling him in for a deep kiss, and then walked over to the mirrored medicine chest hanging over his sink. Pulling out a jar of Vaseline, he strode back and handed it to Darby. Then he bent over to kiss Darby's turgid length through his tight pink underpants, before pulling the white waistband out and down. As Darby's undies fell to his ankles, leaving the boy proudly naked in the softly darkening room, the 10th-grader's thick 5 inches arose rhythmically waved from his small brown bush.
Newton kissed the oozing, circumcised tip, while gently fluting up and down Darby's husky shaft. Filling his hand with Darby's semen-swollen sack, Newton sealed his lips around his friend's glans, careful to shield his teeth from the mouth-filling knob. Gently sucking and tickling with his tongue, Newton also teased his friend's nuts by rolling and fondling them with this thumb and forefinger.
When Darby began groaning, Newton pulled away, swallowing the salty pre-cum coating his tongue. Sharing the flavor with Darby with a kiss, Newton winked at his friend and stepped over to his small desk. Pulling the chair away, the 9th grader bent over and rested the side of his face and his chest on the wooden surface, draping his arms strait out from his sides. Secretly, Newton would have liked to have his hands tied to either side of his desk, but he figured that might be a bit much to ask of his friend. Instead, he let his posture advertise his willing submission. Clad only in a tight t-shirt and absurdly tight cartoon underpants, his lower back, 2/3 of his crack and half his buns flowered out on display.
The sight was over powering for Darby, who traced his hands briefly under Newton's t-shirt, caressing his friend's lean back, then squeezing the teasingly trapped boy buttocks. Quickly pulling Newton's waistband down in the back below the boy's buns, Darby wasted little time slopping a generous amount of Vaseline into the boy's clenching, sensitive love tunnel. In preparation for their meeting, Newton had earlier opened himself with fingers and a hairbrush handle, so it took little for Darby to breach his friend with first one, then two, and finally three greasy fingers.
The finger fucking lit a fire of even greater desire in Newton's slender ass.
"Put it in me, Darby," he quietly urged his friend. "Fuck my butt with your big dick."
While Darby greased up his quaking, drooling cock, Newton reached back with both hands to spread his little buttocks. Darby lined up his knob with Newton's slightly opened starfish. Slipping on the first try, Darby's tip soon peeled apart his friend's tight ring. With gentle rocking pushes, Darby worked his head through the resistant gates, and Newton gasped. He loved ass play so much, but Darby's cock was thicker than anything he'd tried before.
"You OK, Newt?" Darby huffed, reeling from the tightness cinched around his raging helmet.
"Yeah, I'm good, Darb," Newton replied. Returning his arms to a cross-wise stretch, he clutched the sides of the desk as his friend slowly pushed a little further into his ass. Moment by moment, millimeter by millimeter, Darby pressed into his Newton's hot, tight bowels. Groaning from the stinging, burning pleasure while he was slowly filled with teen tool, Newton urged Darby on until the older boy's bush pressed into his buns, and his balls pressed into the younger boy's tight elastic waistband. The cartoon briefs kept Newton's hips clamped together, and the pressure on Darby's cock felt like a geological mass of hot boy flesh compressing his hardness into a diamond dagger.
"Go for it, Darb." Newt grunted quietly, and the bigger boy pulled slowly back a little, then plowed back in. Gradually, incrementally, he pulled his cock further back, and plowed back in, gaining a rhythm that pressed quiet, piping moans from Newton's still unchanged vocal cords.
Every time Darby's hips slapped against his bottom, and the boy's dick plowed into him, Newton's 3.5 inch cock, still trapped in its tight cotton binding, slid against the edge of his desk, masturbating him with unyielding hardness.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Darby's hips spanked Newton's ass, while he held onto the boy's slender hips for dear life. Feeling his climax in the distance, he slowed down, then sped up again.
Taking a rest for a second, Darby lay his chest on Darby's back, and his chest sweat soaked into his friend's t-shirt.
Kissing Newton's neck and the back of his ear, Darby began thrusting again. His hips no longer slapping, his pubic mound was burrowing into the 9th grader's ass. Darby slid his arms under Newton's chest to hug him tightly, while pump-pump-pumping him harder and faster.
"Uuuuuh that's...IT...Darrb!" Newton groaned. "Butt fuck me hard!"
"I'm fucking you, Newt! I'm fucking your tight little ass!"
Newton's hips pressed back in time to meet the cock impaling him, while grinding his own dick mercilessly against his desk edge. The friction grew until it was too much, and his aching, still hairless sack squeezed into his body. Gritting his teeth, Newton's brain exploded, and his high-pitched moan echoed in the room, while his undies filled with hot, thin ejaculate.
The boy's anus squeezed like a vice on Darby's desperately hard adolescence, and the older boy's balls strained with an earth-shaking detonation. Wincing with agonizing pleasure, Darby felt his cock erupting in the younger boy's bottom, filling him again and again with every contraction of boy meat holding him.
At last, the two boys stopped grinding, catching their breath. Still lying on his friend, Darby whispered into his friend's ear, "Jeeez. That was fucking amazing, Newt. Did you come?"
Giggling, Newton replied, "You didn't notice, dude?" Pulling one of Darby's hands down to the front of his undies, he slid his friend's fingers across Bobba Fett's semen-dripping face.
"Wanna go to the movie?" Darby asked, hoping the answer would be no.
"Dude, how many times have you seen The Goonies?" Newt replied.
"Four, I think," Darby replied.
"Well, let's see if you can fuck me four times, instead."
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"You working on proofs, Lonnie?" Newton asked his friend, who was sitting up in an infirmary bed, hunched over math homework. Though he'd been allowed to come back to school and attend classes, while Lonnie recovered from pneumonia, he had to spend the next week sleeping in the infirmary in case of emergencies.
"Yeah. Easy shit. Just finishing." his friend said, before bringing up a small, phlegmy cough, then smiled at Newton.
Nurse Ancella brought in a fresh jug of water for the only patient in the 2-bed room. Turning to leave, she told Newton, "Visiting ends in an hour, Mr. Stills." The sound of footsteps echoed down the quiet hall.
Like Newton, Lonnie was a slightly built boy lagging in development. He shifted over in the hospital bed, giving room for Newton to slouch next to him. Having already done his home work, Newton watched his friend in boredom. Mischievously, he slid his hand under the bed-covers, across Lonnie's pajama-clad tummy, and onto the front of his friend's crotch.
"Newt!" Lonnie hissed and giggled, trying to concentrate on the last problem of the night. But he had a bigger problem growing as his friend's finger tips found his soft, flannel wrapped package.
"It's geometry, Lonnie," Newton whispered. "I'm measuring the volume of a cylinder."
Gently probing with his index finger, Newton slowly charmed the snake to a striking position. Teasing Lonnie tenderly, Newton grinned as his friend raced to finish the final proof, then threw down his pencil, and closed his books.
"Talk about motivation," he chuckled, then coughed. "I haven't been able to beat it for a week."
"Really?"
"No shit. My parents were always around, and when I'm here at night, the nurses keep checking on me until I'm asleep. They've got nothing better to do, I s'pose."
Newton rolled onto his side to face his friend, and slid his hand into Lonnie's pajamas. Lonnie inhaled sharply when his friend gently clasped him by his lightly wet, uncut hood, and gently slid it back.
Lonnie's dick, untouched for an adolescent century, itched from the light touch, and he whimpered as Newton gently stroked his helmet for a few moments, before holding him by the stalk as well. Masturbating the other 9th grader in his sick bed a little faster, Newton leaned over to rest his lips against his friend's cheek. It took only moments to pull out Lonnie's climax.
"Oh, oh, Neeewt," Lonnie whispered, "Please don't stop. I'm gonna shoot!"
Sliding his other hand under under Lonnie's waistband to form a cup around his friend's knob, Newton pounded him faster. Lonnie's hips were thrusting while he was gasping, and his back arched off the bed.
"Here it...comes!" Lonnie huffed, and Newton caught 3 thin jets of boy manna, before milking the 14-year-old pole dry.
"Shit, that was so rad, Dude," Lonnie heaved, his eyes closed in bliss.
Newton pulled both hands out, smelling a musky, slightly shrimpy scent of unwashed penis, mixed with the vaguely yeasty aroma of fresh boy goo. Milkier than his own thin seed, Lonnie's had the same sweet and salty flavor when Newton licked his hand clean.
He wanted to share the flavor with his friend through a tender kiss, but Lonnie was already fast asleep. Quietly getting up, he straightened his friend's bed, shut off the light, and hurried to his dorm room to care for his own rigidly demanding needs.
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Football season had ended in early December, and Lonnie wasn't allowed to play soccer yet. So both Newton and he had that Saturday afternoon free for themselves when the school nurses cleared Lonnie to sleep in his own room. Finals were coming up in a week, and the boys' had planned something special before the rush to the term end.
Newton padded through the connected freeman dorm halls in his knee-high tube sock. No one he passed seemed to notice he was wearing small shorts under the parka barely hanging below their high-cut hem.
He knocked lightly on Lonnie's door. He heard the lock unbolt before the door opened, and he slid through the crack. Closing and locking the door behind him, Newton smiled as he pulled off his parka.
Lonnie stood grinning with a hand on his hip, giving Newton a toes-to-head appraisal, briefly stopping at the front of the too-small blue shorts he'd given his friend. A matching Cub Scout uniform shirt clung tightly to the slender 9th Grader, and Lonnie had last worn it when he was 11, before graduating to Boy Scouts.
Lonnie, on the other hand, was wearing a well-fitting, well-pressed BSA uniform he'd gotten the previous summer, and his longish brown hair fell to the olive collar and neckerchief.
"Well, there's the cutest little Cub Scout I've ever seen" Lonnie couldn't help laughing as he walked over to ruffle his friend's blond hair. Newton rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Dude, I look ridiculous." But he chuckled anyway.
"No, you look sexy," Lonnie purred, kissing his boyfriend lightly on the lips. "If we'd met in Cub Scouts, I would have tied you up and never let you go." Reaching down, he gently squeezed, the lump pressing out the front of Newton's tiny shorts. "I'd definitely never let this go."
"Speaking of Scouting..?" Newton asked.
"Oh yeah. I'm going to teach you all about knots," Lonnie answered. "But first, tell me what a Scout is."
The pliant bump in Newton's shorts was hardening in Lonnie's hand, as he rhythmically fondled his friend.
"Uh..A Scout is...A Lying, Cheating, Cheap -- Ow!' Lonnie's fist hit him smartly in the arm.
"OK. A Scout is...Clean and...Obedient?"
"Dude? That's it? That's all you remember??"
Lonnie had coached his friend for their cosplay afternoon, and Newton hadn't taken it seriously. He could scarcely believe the mischievous Seattle boy was a Scout to begin with.
"OK. We'll work with obedience."
The general height and size, the two slight 9th graders stood almost chest to chest. Lonnie smiled into his friend's bright, blue eyes, and pulled his hand up to run his index finger down Newton's button nose, his lips and chin, before landing on his top shirt button.
"Were you obedient this week, Newt?" Lonnie asked, while unbuttoning the top button.
"Um...I guess?"
"Did you obey our promise not to jerk it all week?"
"Um...nope?" Newt raised his eyes sheepishly.
Lonnie sighed, working on the next button. "I was. How come you weren't?"
"It was...too hard?"
Both boys laughed at the stupid joke.
"I'll bet it was," Lonnie replied, working the last of Newton's buttons open, then slid his hands inside the shirt, and around his friend's lean back. Pulling Newton to him, Lonnie pressed his lips to his friend's, and boys kissed lovingly for a few moments.
Pulling back, Lonnie looked at his friend with a fake stern expression.
"If you want to be initiated to Boy Scouts, we're going to have to work on your obedience."
Newton grinned and nodded, while Lonnie unbuckled his belt, and undid his tight, blue shorts. "I'll be very obedient, Lonnie," he replied, helping his friend push his shorts down his sinewy, hairless legs. Standing in an open Cub Scout shirt and tube socks, Newton's only other piece of clothing was the bleached white jock strap Lonnie had given him, straining with the throbbing tube stretching up the front.
Lonnie murmured, "You're so fucking hot," and licked his lips. He briefly traced his fingertips around the firm, round globes framed by stretchy elastic. Then he took a step back.
"Get on your knees, Newt," he told the boy, in a mock stern tone, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling off his neckerchief.
Newton grinned, and in a flash he was eye-level with Lonnie's fly, rigid flesh obviously pressing out underneath. Without being asked, he quickly unbuckled Lonnie's belt, and undid his olive green shorts. As they slid down his slender, hairless legs, Lonnie sighed in exasperation.
"Newt, it's kind of like Simon Says," he said, shaking his head and chuckling. "Wait for me to tell you what to do. Obey, dude?'
"Sorry," Newton replied, biting his lower lip, and dropping his hands to his sides. At the same time, he gazed hungrily as Lonnie pulled back his olive shirt tails to rest his hands on his slender hips. The soccer player wore low-cut, white briefs with thin, baby-blue stripes. They were so tight they left little detail to the imagination, as Lonnie's nuts and rigid boyhood pressed revealing imprints through the skimpy cotton. A white waistband reading "Calvin Klein" bisected the boy's well-defined abdominal "V." Newton memorized the name. He was going shopping as soon as he got home.
"OK, little Cub Scout, take my big boy cock out."
"Yes sir!" Newton readily agreed, reaching up to Lonnie's loins.
"No!" Lonnie snapped, and Newton froze. "You can't use your hands."
Newton almost doubled over laughing, and Lonnie could barely keep a straight face, as he urged him, "Go on. If you want to be initiated, use your imagination. And your mouth."
Leaning in to briefly trace his nose along the the rigid prow pulsating and dampening Lonnie's snug little briefs, Newton burrowed his tongue into the fly. Tunneling around the tightly woven bend, his tongue hit flesh, and Lonnie sighed as Newton dragged his wet probe up and down a portion of his young rod. Pursing his lips into the fly opening, Newton spent several minutes trying to worm his tongue around Lonnie's pipe in a way that allowed him to hook it out.
Lonnie's briefs got wetter as Newton's saliva dripped into the fly. At last, he managed to pry Lonnie's rigid cock into a position where his lips could seal around the side of the boy's slender shaft. If Lonnie had been closer to average development for his age, Newton would never have managed. But sucking like a remora, he managed to work Lonnie's 3 inches into freedom. All the while, his friend was gritting his teeth, almost writhing from the torment wrought onto his tender adolescence. That he hadn't jerked off in a week made it all the worse, and he decided it was time for Newton to suffer.
"Time for you to learn about knots, Newt."
Leading the other 14-year-old to his bed, Lonnie commanded Newton to kneel on all fours, resting his front on his four-arms. As he did so, Lonnie pulled out various lengths of nylon rope. When Newt was in position, Lonnie expertly secured his friend's ankles to the bed frame. Then, he pulled Newton's arms back, and tied the boy's writs to his knees.
Newton was giggling while Lonnie stuffed a couple of pillows under his tummy to keep his ass raised, and his face on the mattress. "Camping with you has got to be interesting, Lonnie."
"Shut up, little boy. I'm going to make a lot of things a lot more interesting."
Kneeling behind Newton, he reached up into his friend's jock strap, and gently pulled his friend's smooth, sack down from its constricting pouch. Looping a piece of utility cord around Newton's hairless bag in a slip knot, Lonnie delicately replaced Newton's marbles to their cotton pouch, while pulling tension on the scrotal noose.
Surprised again, Newt grew harder with the gentle pressure, and really curious about where things were going.
"Now, don't you dare cum, Newt, or you'll get a spanking," Lonnie said ominously, giving a slight tug on the slip knot.
Parting his friend's slender, firm buns, Lonnie dragged his tongue tip up and down the length of Newton's well-scrubbed canyon. Spending long moments twirling around Newton's perineum, Lonnie quickly had his friend squirming against his restraints. But that was nothing compared to when he slowly and thoroughly tongue-lashed Newton's clenching star-fish. Newton was moaning hard when Lonnie's tongue breached his boy hole, and then he felt the knot tighten around his junk. He was fighting a desperate struggle against the school of sperm battling to burst free from his nuts when the noose tightly constricted, and his poor bag was pulled out of the lower elastic confines of his jock strap again.
Lonnie's hot, wet mouth pursed around Newton's balls, while the tight elastic from his jock cut hard into the base of his painfully pulsating erection. His nozzle oozed into his tightly straining supporter and he groaned loudly.
Lonnie pulled away briefly and whispered loudly with evil intent, "Remember: no sperming, Newt," then continued sucking on his friend's tender nuggets. Newton was losing his battle, and when Lonnie gently stroked his index finger up and down his cotton-strangled length, it was over. Strangling a shriek, Newton beat his head into the mattress over and over, while his dick pumped again and again into his jock, filling it with his hot, thin soup.
Lonnie smiled, slowly stroking his friend's lean, naked back while Newton regained his breath. Leaning down, Lonnie kissed both of his friend's firm buns, then gently bit one, while snapping the jock's leg elastic.
"Very naughty, Newt," Lonnie whispered through a grin. "You disobeyed and came. So you know what that means."
"Oh, fuck, dude..." Newton quietly huffed. "Give me a minute, OK?" He'd never felt such intense ass and ball play.
Lonnie didn't want to wait. Still bobbing out of the front of his snug little undies, Lonnie's dick dripped clear beads with every pulse, and his dick could have pierced a concrete bunker. And he'd never been as turned on as he was by Newton's willingly helpless submissiveness.
Untying Newton's ankles, and pulling away the pillows, Lonnie rolled his friend onto his back, securing the boy's feet to the other end of the bed. Newton's knees were bent almost to his ears, and Lonnie replaced the pillows under his friend's back. Then, he untied the slipknot from Newton's tortured testicles.
The Fresno 14-year-old's pale, round globes were raised and spread, with his anus defenselessly exposed, and Newton hoped Lonnie's next plan was as weird as the last. His wish was quickly granted.
Pulling off his skimpy, damp underpants, Lonnie knelt in front of Newton's sky-raised ass alter. Briefly running his achingly swollen 3 inches through the Newton's spread crevice, and across his taint, Lonnie stuffed his soggy briefs into Newton's mouth.
"Naughty Newt" Lonnie said, smirking down at his friend. "Time for your spanking."
Newton laughed into his lightly fragrant gag. He didn't expect Lonnie to be serious, but he soon found other wise.
Raising his hand, Lonnie slapped one of his friend's buttocks, then the other, not hard, but there was a sting to each slap. Slowly, methodically, Lonnie worked all around the boy's helpless buns. Newton was squirming as a growing fire began to burn his bottom. For his part, Lonnie was so eager to feel his hand bounce against Newton's ass, he had to restrain himself and not hurt his friend.
Incrementally, he covered every square millimeter of his friend's ass with a skin-roasting pink. Newton helplessly pulled against his restraints, as it was getting really painful. But so was his boner, kicking against his tight supporter like a baby trying demanding birth.
Lonnie spank-spank-spanked until he heard Newton squeal through his undie gag. Pulling the briefs out of his friend's mouth, he quickly checked if Newton was OK.
"Yeah, I'm golden, dude. But I think that's enough - for now." Though Newton was smiling, Lonnie cold see the boy's eyes were almost tearing, and realized he'd maybe gone too far. At the same time, he grinned when his friend's dick pulsed against its woven restraint. Cupping a hand around Newton's cotton pouch, Lonnie gently squeezed, and his friend moaned.
With fake seriousness, Lonnie asked, "Have you learned your lesson, little boy?"
"Oh yes sir. I will always be an obedient Scout."
"And you won't be naughty again?"
"Is this a trick question?"
Both boys laughed, and Lonnie leaned down between his friend's thighs to give him a deep and lengthy kiss. Leaning back up again, and resting his rigid dick on Newton's taint, Lonnie felt his hips and loins were made to be conjoined with Newton's ass.
Lightly running his fingertips soothingly over Newton's well-spanked bottom, Lonnie's finger's caressed into his friend's damply sweaty crevice. Lonnie trailed in a circle around Newton's tight rosebud for several moments. Leaning forward, his tongue joined his finger in slowly opening opening his friend's tunnel of love.
When Lonnie breached his friend's gates with his tongue, fluttering it against the winking ring, he also reached forward to gently grip Newton's cotton-constricted erection with his fingertips. The roughly-woven jockstrap buffed Newton's late-blooming little cock mercilessly. Licking and lightly stroking, Lonnie soon had his friend's musical moans piping quietly with every rub.
"Put it in me, Lonnie...Please!" Newton groaned. He wanted - he needed - to have Lonnie plant himself deeply in his behind.
"Thought you'd never ask, dude!" Lonnie reached under his bed and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. Pouring a generous amount in his hand, he smeared it all over his quaking, drooling pole, then all over Newton's gaping crevice.
Though Lonnie had a few more hairs than Newton, he dick a little smaller, and more slender, so he easily pierced his friend's hot hole in moments. His wetly greasy little wand slid all the way in almost painlessly for Newton, and when Lonnie's strands of brown pubes nestled against the 9th-grader's butt cheeks, both boys sighed. It was like Newton's upraised ass was designed to dock in the juncture of Lonnie's thighs and pelvis.
"Oh fuck, Lonnie. Bunched up like this, It's like you're stuffing me like a turkey." Giving his friend a long squeeze with his bowels, Newton made his friend close his eyes and moan. Opening them and looking down at Newton, Lonnie reached both hands and gently pinched Newton's nipples until he gasped.
"That's it, Lonnie," he huffed, "It hurts so good!"
Slowly grinding into his friend, Lonnie timed each nipple squeeze with every thrust, bringing a slow, sharp fire to Newton's sensitive young body. Pulling his hands off his friend's chest to lean with his hands on either side of the boy's head, Lonnie leaned in for another lingering kiss, while still slowly pounding Newton's ass with slow micro thrusts. Then he straightened up and griped Newton by his folded hips, and started banging him harder. A faint squelching noise merged with the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh, and both boys panted with high-pitched notes of desperate urgency.
Feeling his swollen balls ready to spew, Lonnie slowed, and then stopped to rest for a moment, and Newton whimpered.
"Almost came, Newt," he gasped. "Gimme a sec." While waiting for his climax to move back, Lonnie cupped Newton's damp, throbbing supporter, and started stroking the boy with the flat of his hand. The roughly woven web fabric polished Newton with merciless friction, and soon his hips pumped to push into Lonnie's hand. This, in turn, pulled on Lonnie's tender tumescence, and he started plowing again.
"Harder, Lonnie...uuuughh," Newton groaned, and his friend thrust his now-sweating hips furiously. With his cock being jock burnished from the front, and his prostate tickled from within, Newton's smooth little scrotum contracted under Lonnie's palm, and he grit his teeth.
As Newton's cock exploded again, hurling thinner jets of boy honey into his supporter, his anus squeezed Lonnie like a vice, pulling the other boy's ferocious orgasm deep into his guts.
Lonnie wailed as his dick billowed with fire, and days of pent up boy milk poured into his friend in 4 powerful blasts, and he plowed deeply with a couple more slams. Heaving and soaked with sweat, Lonnie curled down to kiss his boyfriend gently, then lay upon Newton's shoulders while he softened within the boy's bottom.
"Fuuuuuuuuckk me that was amazing," Lonnie sighed. Just then, his flaccid dick slid out of Newton, along with a small fluid slurry. Getting up to grab a t-shirt from his laundry, Lonnie carefully cleaned Newton and himself, then untied his friend. Pulling off both their sweat-soaked Scout shirts, Lonnie pulled the bed covers over them. Turning on their side, they lay face-to-face, tenderly kissing for long moments, and wrapping each other in loving arms.
"I didn't learn much about tying knots, dude," Newton said, smirking at his friend.
"OK. I'll show you how to tie me up, if you want," Lonnie said, smiling and giving Newton a peck on the lips.
"I like you doing the tying, Lonnie," Newton replied, telling him he loved being helpless in the hands of the boy he trusted. Secretly, both boys felt like they were falling in love, but they weren't about to admit it, yet. But they could admit all kinds of other secrets.
"You can spank me again, if you want," he added shyly. "I kinda liked it. Just maybe a little softer, next time?"
"You're such a naughty boy, Newt. You've earned another spanking."
But for the moment, the boys snuggled into each other's arms, and fell asleep.
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