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This story is FICTION, written by an adult(well, I guess I am, though I don't feel like one), for the enjoyment of adults.
This story contains boy/boy sex. If this offends you, I don't care. Simply hit 'n' on your keyboard to quit reading now.
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This story contains characters portrayed in the movie "The Lord of the Flies," starring Balthazar Getty as Ralph, and Chris Furrh as Jack. The movie was based on the novel of the same name by William Golding(?). I guess you could call this story a parody of the original. Neither William Golding's estate nor the company that produced the movie have given me permission to use these characters in this story, but since I'm not doing it for money, I doubt that they'd care. (Anyway, a friend of mine who is a psychology major told me that my scenario would be more likely than the movie one.)
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Lord of the Flies
by Bane, boylover Feb. '95 Chapter 1
The morning sun shone down on the beach, turning the shallow water a bright aquamarine, and making the white sand blindingly bright. The two boys were walking along the waters edge, talking. They appeared to be twelve, or possibly thirteen, one blond and slim to the point of emaciation, the other not husky, but more filled out, and dark haired. They were the two oldest boys on the island, and were trying to figure out what they were going to do.
"Man, you gotta stop worryin so much. We got it made: no parents, no teachers, no academy, no girls. Of course, I wouldn't mind getting a little, now and then." Jack, the older boy looked over at Ralph, to see his reaction to this.
"Like you ever got any."
Unfortunately true, Jack thought.
"Well, I still wouldn't mind." and I won't have to wait long to get some, he thought. If everything went according to plan, he be fucking the younger boys silly before the week was out. He pushed sideways, throwing Ralph off balance. Unable to use his left arm to catch himself because it was in a sling, Ralph fell heavily. Jack looked down, and smiled at the view. Ralph was not bad looking. His bare chest was pale, but wouldn't be that way for long in this constant sunlight. His legs weren't muscular like some of the older guys Jack had messed with, but were well defined. And looked especially inviting just then, slightly spread apart, with Ralph on his side. He has a nice ass, Jack thought to himself, I bet it's REAL tight. As far as he knew, Ralph hadn't ever messed around with any of the other boys at the academy, like Jack had. That meant he was still a virgin. Well, technically, so was Jack, if only male-female sex counted. He'd have to handle Ralph carefully. If he wasn't going to play along, Jack reasoned, he might have to make his own camp, where a guy could ENJOY himself. These thoughts were rolling in his head when Ralph scissored Jack's legs out from under him, spilling him into the wet sand and surf. Both boys burst out laughing. Yeah, this is gonna be fun, Jack thought to himself.
"Roger, c'mere."
"What's up, Jack?" though younger than Jack, Roger was taller, with curly brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and as Jack well knew, a huge dick that could shoot load after load of sweet white cum.
"Me that's what. Roger man, I'm horny as a goat."
"Yeah well, what're we gonna do? We can't really blow each other with all the babies we got hanging around, can we? They follow you everywhere Jack. The minute we took off for the trees, they'd be behind us so close, they'd be stuck up our asses."
Their whispered conversation was drawing some attention from the other kids laying around in the shade along the edge of the beach.
"That's what I'm counting on, man." excitement made Jack's voice achieve a slightly higher pitch. "Look around us, Roger. We're surrounded by young, fresh, innocent, HELPLESS boys. Who look up to us. Give it a little time, and they'll do anything we want 'em to."
Roger sat up, and swept his head left to right, looking at the fifteen to twenty boys lounging about in the already sweltering morning heat. A couple of the youngest boys were sitting with their backs to a fallen tree trunk, watching a seagull as it would run from the incoming tide, then turn, run back, and snatch up small fish or insects that got washed up on the beach. Next was Neil, the red-headed kid, lying on his stomach with his shirt off and the legs of his uniform pants cut off, like Jack's. He had a nice-shaped ass, if the stretch of those shorts were any indication. Four boys, between eight and nine years old were splashing in the shallow water, in their underwear. Roger couldn't remember all their names, especially since they were soaking wet, and looked all alike. God! They do look good, he thought to himself, feeling his dick begin to harden in his own cut-off pants. Turning to the right, he could see Sam and Eric, the twins, sitting just out of reach of the surf, playing tic-tac-toe in the sand. They had already abandoned their pants, and were sitting there in their white cotton briefs, their shirts and shoes sitting atop the discarded pairs of uniform pants. Oh, man! He could just picture it now! Both of them kneeling in front of him, one holding his dick, while the other sucked on it like a candy, spraying them both in the face with his hot sperm, then watching as they licked it off each others' face. He felt his cock begin to ooze pre-cum. He looked at Jack, who had noticed that he'd gotten a hard- on, and who was now smiling wickedly at him. Jack got up, dusted off his ass, and headed left into the trees.
"Where you goin' Jack? Can I come?" Larry, the six year old who had been playing with a pile of seashells piped up.
"I'm going for a walk, so I can think, and I don't want any of you to follow me. Understand?"
Little Larry stood there, a crestfallen look on his face, but nodded anyway, he didn't want to make Jack mad at him.
Jack walked off, and disappeared in the trees, but right before he went out of view completely, he turned and looked at Roger, and inclined his head in invitation.
Roger stood up, and as Jack did, brushed the sand off his shorts. Man, was he hard! He needed to go jack off right now, or he'd shoot in his shorts right here in front of all the babies. Jack's suggestions had gotten him really hot, and he needed to fuck somebody. But he still didn't think the babies needed to know what he and Jack were up to.
"So where you going? Gonna go think too?" Neil had raised his head from his crossed forearms and was regarding Roger suspiciously.
"I'm going take a shit, wanna watch?" he answered rudely, to discourage any further conversation.
"No, just bring some back for me will ya."
"Smart ass. When I do, I'll make you eat it." and he walked away to the right of the group of boys, and headed into the trees, to the sound of the other boys laughing at Neil.
Roger walked about a hundred yards into the trees, far enough that he couldn't see the beach, and could barely hear it, before he saw Jack waiting for him.
"About time. What took you so long?" Jack asked as he walked up, and massaged Roger's hard-on through his shorts.
"Have you tried walking through the jungle with a hard-on? You trip over every little thing. Man that feels good Jack. I almost came right there on the beach when I saw Sam and Eric sittin' there in their underwear. Suck me Jack, now." he pulled what was left of his pants open, pushed them and his briefs down and freed his enraged cock.
Jack knelt down in front of him, and taking Roger's prick in his left hand, smeared the pre-cum dripping from it across his lips. He stuck his tongue out slightly and ran it over the dark red helmet of Roger's dick. A low moan escaped Roger's throat.
"Don't just stand there licking it, come on Jack, suck it."
Jack licked his lips tasting the sweetness of Roger's juice on his tongue, and opening his mouth took the head in.
"Oh yeah. Yeah that's it. Oh man, Jack you suck better than anyone I know."
Taking the dripping head of Roger's dick out of his mouth, Jack retorted, "I'm the only person that EVER sucked you."
So saying, he moved his mouth back over Roger, and took half of his six inches into his mouth, fluttering his tongue over the rigid prick that was quickly reaching the back of his throat. He reached with his right hand, and finished pulling down Roger's shorts and underwear. With Roger's hands on either side of his head, Jack let go of Roger's cock and moved both his hands to Roger's ass, running them lightly over his cheeks, up and down his thighs. Not to be denied any longer, Roger held Jack's head immobile and began fucking that hot, wet mouth he was buried in. Pulling back until just the tip of his helmet was still in Jack's mouth, the plunging back into the tight, moist heat, and began to groan from the pleasure. Jack could say what he wanted, Roger still thought Jack could suck a cock better than anyone he had ever heard.
Jack could feel Roger's cock getting even harder and knew his best friend wasn't far from exploding in his mouth. With his left hand, he parted Roger's ass cheeks, and running his forefinger down the crack, found the puckered rim of Roger's anus. Feeling Roger pistoning in and nearly out of his mouth, moving faster and faster, Jack knew now was the perfect moment. He drove his forefinger deep into the tight hole it had found.
Roger felt Jack's finger enter his ass, and the pleasure was too much. He pulled completely out of Jack's mouth as he came. One huge wad shot to the back of Jack's mouth, while two more streams of thick, milky cum hit his face, and a fourth hit his chest, and rolled down to the hem of his shorts.
"Oh man. Damn Jack, that fealt great. I haven't cum since before we left the academy on this trip." An exhausted Roger sat on a low rock, sweat glistening off his flushed face and torso. His dick was slowly going limp.
"That was two weeks ago. You mean you haven't jacked off in two weeks?"
"You sound surprised Jack. Where was I supposed to jack off at? We were always in groups of at least five, and we slept three to a bed at the hotel. I never had a minute alone."
"Well, we're alone now. My turn."
"You want me to suck you?"
"No. It feels good, but will probably feel better when I can cum, like you can. I want to fuck you." Jack grinned maliciously at the look on Roger's face. He slowly undid the clasp of his shorts, and let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them.
Roger had to admit, Jack wasn't as good looking as some of the other boys on the island. He was kinda skinny, and Roger thought some of the boys with more meat on their bones looked better, but still. Jack was fun, he was brave, he could suck a cock like nobodies business, and his own cock was a source of great pleasure to those he let touch him. That's what Roger thought anyway. He almost felt like he loved Jack. He KNEW he would do anything Jack asked him to.
Jack hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, and quickly pulled them off. Roger gasped.
"Jack, you've got hair."
"Yeah, only six. I counted this morning. But I still can't cum like you can. It's bigger too I think." he answered, pulling on his semi-erect prick.
Roger climbed off of his rock, knelt before Jack and inspected the changes in his friend's body closely.
"You're right, it is bigger. You're tube is startin' to open too. It won't be long 'til you're cumming all over me." Roger ran his thumb lightly over the ridge that was developin on Jack's dick that would eventually open a chanel to his nuts, and let Jack cum.
"I don't know though Jack. When we did it at the academy, we used vaseline, and it was only about three and a half inches. We don't have any here, and it's at least four inches now, and a lot thicker." doubt had crept into Roger's voice. He liked it when Jack fucked his ass, even though it sometimes hurt a little when they would first start.
"Just suck it real good, get it real wet, and it'll be okay. Besides, we're going to be here for the rest of our lives, with no vaseline, and I don't want to not have sex just because of that. Do you?"
Roger's response was to take Jack's cock into his mouth and begin slurping noisily on it. After nearly a minute, Jack pulled his dick out of Roger's mouth.
"Turn around, and lie down on the log." Jack was panting at this point, pulling slowly, firmly on his slick member. Roger did as he was instructed, lying on his stomach lengthwise on the log, a leg on either side of it. Jack straddled the log, and parting Roger's cheeks again, held his stiff prick to the pink puckered mouth that was Roger's asshole.
He began to push slowly, and felt the tip of his cock slip into the tight hole before it.
"Owww, Jack it hurts. Stop."
Leaning forward until he could whisper in Roger's ear, Jack spoke, "Just relax, let go. It'll probably hurt for a little longer than it used to. But if you want, you can do me."
Jack had never let Roger fuck him, he had only sucked him off, and that had always been it. Jack always sucked so good, Roger never pressed the issue. Jack's words sent a thrill of anticipation through Roger, and he forced him- self to take a deep breath, and to try to relax.
Feeling Roger's anus loosten slightly, Jack remained bent over his back, and drove his hips forcefully. His entire length enterred Roger, accompanied by a stifled yelp. Slowly, very slowly, Jack drew his hips back, and pushed forward again. And again. And again. With each thrust, Roger's ass became looser, and slicker so Jack increased his tempo each time. Within twenty thrusts, Jack was grunting from the pleasure as he moved rapidly in and out of that tight, deliciously hot ass.
"What are you guys doin'?"
Jack froze, and he could feel Roger go rigid beneath him as they turned their heads to see who had spoken. Larry stood not ten feet away, staring at the two older boys, naked on the log.
"That's dirty. I'm gonna tell."
"Who are you gonna tell? There's nobody here but us." the shakiness in Jack's voice belied the brave words.
"If let me play, I won't tell anybody."
The innocent words forestalled the limpness beginning to take hold in Jack's dick. He resumed moving in and out of Roger slowly.
"Jack," Roger hissed, "what are you doing?!"
"I'm gonna let him play too." he was rapidly regaining the momentum lost by the interruption.
"You're not mad at me for following you?" Larry's brown eyes were wide as he stepped closer to the log.
"No, I'm not mad. Come here. Take your clothes off."
"Do I have to?"
"If you want to play what we're playing, you have to. Now take 'em off."
Both Roger and Jack watched in relative silence as Larry pulled off his T-shirt, slipped out of his shoes, and unsnapped his pants. He pulled them down slowly, embarassed now of being naked in front of the two older boys. His eyes roamed their naked bodies, and fastened, captivated by the sight of Roger's (to Larry) huge pee-pee pressed against the log. Where was Jack's pee-pee? Moving closer, Larry discovered it was inside of Roger's butt!
Jack stopped, his dick half-in, half-out of Roger's ass, and reaching out, hooked two fingers in the elastic holding up Larry's blue 'Scooby-Doo' underwear, and pulled them down, exposing the boys tiny penis. In the exposure, Larry's small dick quickly hardened, and both Roger and Jack ran their fingers over it, under his small sack, and firm globes of his ass.
"I bet he tastes sweet, Roger." Jack's voice trembled lightly as he gently stroked Larry's tiny two-inch erection. He slid the skin back and forth between his thumb and two fingers. "Wanna find out?"
"Yeah."
Jack drew back off of Roger, his dick coming free with a sucking sound, and stood up. He took Larry by the shoulders, and slowly lowered the little boy to the ground. He gently spread Larry's knees, and ran his tongue from mid- thigh to scrotum. Jack licked lightly at the tiny sack, and the small jewels inside.
"Like that? Feel good?"
"Uhuh." his tiny chest moved up and down rapidly as Jack continued licking at him, and his right hand moved down, almost as if to cover himself.
Roger had stood, and was looking down, watching Jack initiate the youngest boy on the island to the pleasures of sex. He began slowly stroking his growing erection. Jack licked up and down the tiny shaft, then languidly, leisurely, went down on it, his lips pressed tightly together over Larry's dick. His head bobbed up and down several times, then Jack pulled his mouth off of him, and sat back on his heels, regarding the little boy lying spread-legged before him with his rigid little dick totally hidden by the clutching hand.
"Felt good didn't it?" Jack's voice was sure, confident. He knew what the answer would be.
Larry's small shoulders moved in a shrug, "Yeah, I guess so." The little boy's whispered response barely reached Roger's ears, but it was enough for him, too. Larry was hooked, and if Jack handled him right, would stay hooked, and tell no one until THEY wanted him to.
"Roger lie down next to him, on your back." Jack ran his hands over Larry's hips, up his shoulders, and down his stomach. His skin was so smooth!
"I'm gonna fuck you some more, and I'm gonna suck him at the same time. You do want me to suck you some more, don't you Larry?"
The little boy nodded as he sat up, to watch what Jack was going to do to Roger.
"Pull your knees up to your chest, and hold them there," Jack instructed as he moved, and knelt at Roger's now exposed ass. Larry leaned forward. "Watch this!" he told the younger boy, and he pushed his stiffened cock once again into Roger's rear.
"Wow. Doesn't that hurt?"
"Yeah, a little," Roger answered through gritted teeth, "At first. Then you get used to it."
Jack meanwhile, was pushing steadily in and out of that tight ass. No matter how many times he and Roger did this, it still surprised him how tight Roger's butt could be, in this position. After several thrusts, he stopped, his hips pressed tightly against the flattened cheeks.
"Larry, kneel down over his head so I can suck you."
The small boy did as he was told, and looking down, saw Roger lick his lips at the hairless prick dangling a mere inch above his nose. Jack took the tiny dick into his mouth, and began fluttering his tongue over it, as he resumed his slow fucking. Not to be left out, Roger raised his head, and gently ran his tongue over the small scrotum. The taste was slightly bitter, he thought, like sweat, but underneath, ... he tasted like Jack, only more... pure. He had never had sex before this, so he had never bother
Mar. 5 '95 Chapter2
Ralph had gathered the boys together and instructed them to divide up into groups of two or three, to look for fruits, or vegetables, SOMETHING that they could eat. They had nearly exhausted the berry bush they had found on their first morning on the island, and all were hoping to find something more solid than fruit. Jack had told everyone he had seen a pig in the forest, and that he intended to kill it, so they could have some meat. Ralph hadn't really believed Jack would be able to kill a pig, even if there was one on the island, but hadn't argued with him. Jack had become more and more insub- ordinate lately. All it seemed he wanted to do was have fun, even though Ralph had tried to make him understand that surviving here was going to be hard work. Jack hadn't answered. His only response was to start a water fight with the boys jumping from a tree branch into the freshwater stream they had found. Ralph watched, and could tell Jack was excited from seeing the group of boys horseplaying in the shallow brook. Most of them were wearing only their shorts, and the white cotton had gotten soaked immediately, plastering itself to the young curves and bulges it covered. Some of the youngest boys weren't even wearing underwear. They had been trying to bathe in the shallows, though how they expected to do this without soap, Ralph had no idea. When the waterfight started, they had simply joined in as they were: Au Naturale. Having started the fight, Jack had gotten out of the water and had stood intently watching the frolicking boys. His hard-on had been clearly visible due to the wet briefs clinging to him like a second skin. Ralph had even seen him rub himself before he turned and walked away.
So far, Ralph and Piggy hadn't spotted anything, and Ralph was still thinking about Jack, and the scene at the stream. He knew Jack had fooled around with some of the boys back at the academy. Most of the older boys did, at one time or another. Ralph had messed around with his best friend Jimmy, but they had only rubbed each other, which he reasoned wasn't as fag a thing to do as what he had heard Jack would do. He didn't know why he had expected Jack to stop now that they were marooned on this island. Clearly it would only be a matter of time before he was messing around with some of the boys here.
Simon had managed to end up searching on his own, and had moved in such a way as to meet up with Sam and Eric just as they were moving out of the field of vision of every other group.
"Find anything?" he called out to the twins.
"No." one replied, looking up at Simon as he approached.
"Nothing." the other completed, still scanning the ground for fallen coconuts.
Looking around to make sure none of the other boys could see them, Simon whispered, "You guys'll never guess what I saw this morning."
As every boy loves knowing a secret, they were instantly captivated, and gathered in close.
"What?"
"Tell us." like one boy speaking with two mouths.
Simon sat cross-legged, his back to a stone, and putting a hand on each of their shoulders, pulled their heads together, until the three young bodies formed a huddle. They had abandoned their shirts completely that morning, and the cut-off uniform pants that afternoon because of the oppressive heat. He ran his hands lightly over smooth tanned shoulders before beginning.
"I was walking, just looking around, when I saw Jack. He's such a dork, I didn't really want to talk to him, so I hid behind some bushes. He kept coming towards me, but stopped just on the other side of the bushes from me, and stood there like he was waiting for someone. I was gonna get up and leave after a few minutes, but just before I did, Roger showed up. Jack walked right up to him, and rubbed him! Between the legs! Right there in the open!" his voice had risen with his excitement, and he stopped until he could talk in a whisper again. The twins had grinned at his news, looked down at each other's crotch, back up at each other, then looked at Simon's. All three were beginning to get hard, as shown by the state of their cotton briefs, which were beginning to tent out in front of them.
"Then, Jack gets down on his knees, pulls out Roger's thing, and put it in his mouth!" Sam and Eric were now actively running their hands over each others cotton covered erections. Sam, noticing the direction of Simon's gaze, took his free hand and began moving it back and forth over Simon's creamy white thigh, getting ever closer to his dick.
"Did you guys ever try that?"
"No." Eric replied.
"Not yet." Sam added, looking at his brother and smiling lasciviously.
Simon's heart pounded, and his stiff three inch cock jerked in his briefs. Eric was now running his hand up and down Simon's other thigh.
"What happened next?" they asked together.
"After a couple of minutes, Roger peed in Jack's mouth." Simon's voice had become worried, "But Roger must be sick or something, his pee was white." He looked up, offended at the identical giggles coming from Sam and Eric.
"That wasn't pee, dummy," from Eric.
"That was cum." giggled Sam. "We saw Roger pulling on it one day in the showers, when that stuff started to come out, so we asked him what it was."
"He said it was cum, c-u-m, and that once we had hair, we would be able to cum too." Eric finished.
Simon had transferred his hands from his stiff prick to theirs, and was rubbing the hot erections through the warm cotton. One of them, Simon thought it was Eric, but he couldn't be sure since they looked exactly alike, had slipped his fingers under the leg elastic of Simon's briefs and was running them lightly along the edge of his hard member. He breathing quickening, Simon continued with his story.
"After Roger cummed? Came? Anyway, after, Jack made him lie down on a log, and he put his up Roger's butt!" he felt the small stiff pricks under his fingers spasm as the twins gasped.
"It must have hurt a little, cuz Roger was moaning at first for Jack to take it out. After a few minutes though, he stopped complaining, and Jack really started pumping him." Simon smiled to himself as he felt the other twin's fingers move under his briefs to begin stroking his dick from the other side. This was going great! Not to be left out, Simon pushed each hand inside the waistband elastic of their briefs, and grasped both hot erections in his hands. Slowly beginning where he and the guys had left off the last time they had fooled around at the academy, Simon began to gently stroke each prick slowly, tightening his grasp, then relaxing.
"It was so cool! From where I was, I could see Jack's dick moving out of Roger's hole, then all the way back in. Jack put it in so far, his nuts were right up against Roger's butt." Sam and Eric had begun returning his favors, one grasping his tool, and slowly jacking him off, while the other played gently with his balls.
"That's when Larry walked up." The carresses stopped and the two boys looked up at Simon, shocked. Simon squeezed slightly on each dick, to remind them to continue.
Resuming their actions, they asked together, "What happened?"
Enjoying both telling them the story, and what they were doing to him, Simon continued. "They stopped when they first saw him. Then Jack called him over, and made Larry promise that if they let him 'play' too, he wouldn't tell anybody. Jack made Roger get off the log, and lie down on the ground, on his back. He pushed Roger's knees up to his chest, and stuck it in him again, but from the front this time. He made Larry get naked, then kneel down over Roger's face so Jack could suck him, like he had sucked Roger. After a minute, Roger started licking Larry's butt. I think he even stuck his tongue inside him."
Twin faces wrinkled in disgust.
"Uhhhhh, GROSS!" they chorused.
"Did they see you?" Eric asked.
"No."
"Are you sure?" Sam looked at him closely.
"I'm sure. They never even knew I was there."
"Good. Cause if Jack found out you saw, he'll beat you up." Sam replied seriously, his small brow furrowed in concern.
"They NEVER SAW ME, Ok?"
"Okay, okay." Eric speeded up his fingers on Simon's prick, making him groan in pleasure. "So you wanna?" he addressed his brother.
"Do you?" Sam asked Simon. Simon answered them both by increasing his tempo in jacking them off.
They stood up, letting go of each other, and looking around once again to make sure they were alone, slipped off their underwear, and stood naked, side by side in front of Simon.
"Suck us." Eric instructed him, moving to stand so that his small prick was at one corner of Simon's mouth. Eric moved so that his dick was at the other corner of Simon's mouth.
"You guys promise you'll suck me if I suck you?" his voice shook. He wanted to do this, but he wasn't sure if they would do it for him.
"Promise." they answered together.
Taking a deep breath, Simon parted his lips, and took Eric's dick in his mouth.
"Owwwh. You're biting me, stop." Eric had pulled his dick out, and was clenching his hand around it.
"Sorry, I've never done this before."
"Keep your teeth apart, but keep your lips closed." Sam advised helpfully.
Simon turned the other way, and doing what Sam had said, took Sam's tiny prick in his mouth. It was firm, and after the slight taste of sweat was gone, tasted like a finger. Simon moved his head back and forth, uncovering the small penis to the tip, then enveloping it completely as his lips met Sam's pubes. After a couple of in-and- outs, he switched to Eric's dick and performed the same manuevers.
"Oh yeah, that's better." Looking up, Simon could see Eric's eyes were closed. He started to move slightly, thrusting his small hips forward in rythym with Simon's mouth.
Remembering that he had seen Jack flicking his tongue at Larry's tiny peter, Simon moved back to Sam, and began flicking his tongue over the hard shaft of Sam's dick as he moved his mouth over it. Sam grasped Simon's head with both hands and began vigorously thrusting himself in and out of Simon's mouth, feeling his stiff cock brush past the tight lips, and the flicking tongue, and run itself along the roof of Simon's mouth, until he was pushed in as far as he could go, then pulling out until only the head of his cock was still in, and doing it again. Every four or five thrusts, the brothers would switch places, to get themselves sucked. One would jack himself off as he watched the other face-fucking the kneeling Simon.
Simon was in heaven. He had always liked Sam and Eric, they were the closest things he had to best friends. And this felt so good! He didn't care if the other boys from the academy thought it was queer to do this. He had seen Jack, Roger, and Larry do this, and even though he didn't really like Jack, and didn't really want to be anything like him, he liked doing this. It felt good. And as long as they want to do it, he promised himself, he would keep on doing it. So long as the other boys never found out.
Their tempos were increasing to the point where their small shafts were pistoning in and sometimes completely out of Simon's thirsty mouth. On each inward thrust, their small hips would smack against Simon's chin, jolting his head back. Finally, Eric buried his tiny peter in Simon's mouth, and held it there. Simon could feel the little staff throbbing and pulsing in his mouth as his orgasm shook Eric's ten year old body. When his shoulders slumped, and the waves of pleasure coming from his dick subsided, Eric's brother pushed him away, and grasping Simon's head with his hands, had his final round at Simon's soft, grasping mouth. Within four thrusts, Sam too pushed him- self to the hilt into Simon's mouth as his climax shook him.
Neither one of them came, they were still too young for that, as was Simon, who was also ten. Simon preferred it that way, though, not liking the thought of having someone peeing that stuff in his mouth. He stood up, and as the twins had done, peeled off his briefs. His small boner sprang free, getting harder from the exposure to open air.
Sam and Eric knelt down on either side of him. Simon thought he was going to die, his heart pounded so quickly. Eric was gently running his tongue over Simon's rigid shaft, but hadn't taken it into his mouth yet. Sam was doing the same to Simon's balls. Each new swipe of a hot, wet tongue contacting his sensitive scrotum or his firm peter sending a jolting wave of pleaure up and down Simon's body. He could feel their hands on him too, running from the back of his knees, up over his thighs, and grasping his clenched buttocks. Never in sync with each other, the two hands were almost as intense as the feeling when Sam sucked both Simon's balls into his young mouth, and his brother finally went down on Simon's aching cock. He didn't have to move at all, they were doing all the work! Even so, Simon found himself thrusting back and forward involuntarily, in an instinctive rythym that would not be denied. Under the vigorous care of the two boys kneeling about him, it wasn't long before Simon could feel it coming. His balls tightened up, and his dick got infinitesimally harder. His body shook as his prick jerked, throbbing with the force of his orgasm. Oh God! He had never felt like this before, not even the last time the three of them had fooled around. Simon had never imagined pleasure so intense, so powerful. His legs buckled under him, and he fell to the ground, on his back. Sam and Eric followed him down, still swiping at his genitals with their pink tongues sticking out of their mouths.
"I wanna do what you saw Jack 'n Roger doin." Eric looked Simon in the eyes. He turned to his brother and said, "Lie down on your stomach so Simon can do you, and I can do him. Then me an you will switch places."
Sam did as he was told without hesitation, getting down on his belly on the leaf-covered ground. Simon looked shocked at first, but then, feeling his fading penis begin to harden again, straddled Sam's butt, and lay on top of him.
"You're heavy Simon, don't lie down all the way." Sam complained, craning his head to watch Simon's dick touch his ass.
Simon levered himself up onto his elbows, taking most of his weight off of Sam's back. He began to slowly rub his cock along the crevice between Sam's firm young buns. The leftover saliva on it making his dick slide easily. Pressing down, he could feel the firm cheeks part, and wrap his cock in silken warmth.
Eric got down on his knees directly behind Simon, in the 'doggy-style' position. He let himself lean forward until his rigid pole was resting between Simon's pale buns. He wrapped his arms around Simon's body, and holding himself tightly pressed against Simon's back, let Simon's own motions drive his tiny erection deeper into the crack of his ass.
Sam could feel Simon's hands running along his side, over the parts of his buns that weren't covered, and down under his body. Sam raised his hips slightly, enough to allow Simon's hands access to his stiff piece.
Simon grasped Sam's rod in his right hand and began to jerk him off with the same rythym he was using to press into his ass. He could feel Eric's hot little cock wedged firmly against his bottom as he thrust himself again and again against the boy lying beneath him. He stopped for a moment as he felt his dickhead rub against Sam's butt-hole. He took his left hand, postioned his cock, and pressed hard. Oh man, this was unbelievable! Sam had yelped in pain as Simon's prick enterred his anus, but beyond that uttered no sound.
"Did he go in you?" Eric looked down over Simon's shoulders at his brother.
Getting only a nod in response, Eric addressed Simon.
"Stop for a minute Simon, I'm gonna put mine up yours."
Eric released his hold on Simon, and leaning back so he could see, pushed one of Simon's buns to the side, to expose his tiny pink orifice to the light. He moved his dick until the tip was pressed firmly against the puckered opening. He ran his hands in between Simon's and Sam's bodies, up Simon's chest, and curved his hands over Simon's shoulders. He pressed forward as hard as he could, and POP! he could feel the hot, incredibly tight walls of Simon's butt parting as he sank his rigid shaft as deep as it would go.
"Owwh that hurts." Simon moaned as Eric sank his three inch shaft to the hilt in his ass.
Those were the last words spoken for several minutes as the three boys moved together, Eric thrusting in and out of Simon's tight little ass; Simon feeling Eric's rod filling his bottom, rubbing continuously against his sensitive insides and at the same time, plunging himself into the slick cavern of Sam's hole; Sam verging on the edge of orgasm as Simon's thick little cock stretched his ass wide open, only to pull out, letting it close, and then push back in. The only sounds heard in the small circle of bushes was the wet slurping sounds of stiff young cocks pistoning in and out of wet little asses, the slapping sounds of young hips bumping against firm little buns, and the groans of pleasure from the three boys.
This story is based on the 1990 movie version of "Lord of the Flies," which was in turn based on the novel of the same name by Sir William Golding. This story contains characters from the movie, plus a couple I have added through creative license(read as: I didn't do my reasearch thoroughly enough before I started, and ended up calling one character in part 1 by another's name, and inventing a name for a second. Ah, well.)
This collection of stories should not be viewed as a "re-write" of the original(the movie in this case.) These stories should be viewed as scenes that were: 1) cut from the movie, or 2) never shot, but REALLY should have been. These stories will not alter the story-line of the movie in any way. I guess you could call this a parody: The same over-all story, simply with a different emphasis.
NOTE: I did get all the names of the characters from the closing credits of the film, but since they hardly ever called each other by name, I'm only sure of the identity of six or seven out of the twenty-five boys. So what I have done is assign names based on who looks like what name. Ex: Hmmm, he looks like a , guess I'll call him that.
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Lord of the Flies
by Bane, boylover
Chapter 3 Mar 11, 1995
The dawn light peeked through the leafy roof of the forest, picking out the shape of a bush here, a rock there. Leaves rustled, as rodents dug through the ferns and small plants for food. A twig snapped, breaking the silence of the still morning. Birds fluttered from branches used overnight as roosts, and the little rustlings in the underbrush ceased.
A figure enterred the dappled glade, spear held ready to cast, head moving slowly back and forth, looking for movement. Behind it, another appeared, then, off to the side, another, then more.
"See anything?" Jack hissed at Steve, who was in front.
He only shook his head in response, not wanting to make any more noise after stepping on that branch. He knew Jack had been unsure of letting someone else lead the hunting party, and he didn't want him to get mad and not let him go with him and Roger on their 'secret mission' later.
Jack woke up smiling. When they had all gone to sleep, he and Roger had seperated from each other, in order to check out the other boys. They were spotting likely kids to introduce to the pleasures of sex. Jack had settled himself with his back to a fallen palm tree, facing the ocean, with a view of most of the boys. It surprised him when Larry came and laid down in front of him as it got dark. There wasn't much light from the dying fire, and Jack couldn't make out his face. After most of the boys had settled though, he had felt Larry wiggle himself back until his buns were pressed against Jacks hips. Jack had smiled, wishing he could have fucked him, but knowing it would still hurt Larry too much to keep it a secret from everyone else. Instead, he folded one arm over the six-year old, and fell asleep with his hand inside the boys briefs, rubbing the stiff two-inch prick.
From across the circle of lying boys, Roger had seen Larry go over to Jack. Already satisfied that Larry was one of theirs, he looked around at the others, who were either asleep, or were getting there fast. He knew Steve, Rusty, and Luke, who were all twelve, all fooled around a little, and if they could be convinced to, would be a lot of help getting the little ones to go along. Hell, most of the boys here had played touchy-feely at one time or another at the academy. The tough part was going to be to get them to let an older boy do it to them. They'd have to be convinced that all the others were doing it too. He'd start with Steve, and work his way from the older boys to the younger. He couldn't wait to get to Patterson. When he'd asked Ralph if blowing the conch meant they were having Assembly, he'd looked so cute, Roger had wanted to tear his pants off right there and fuck him silly, then cum all over that pretty little face. Thinking about it as the night closed in, he had untacked his shorts, pushed them and his underwear down a little, and slowly started to stroke himself. It was really starting to feel good, and he could tell he was gonna cum soon. Just as the first glob flew from the tip of his dick, he heard a noise from the midst of the sleeping boys, and froze, cum still spurting from his cock. Moving slowly, he raised himself up on one elbow, his dick still in his other hand, and looked out over the sleeping bodies. There, in the middle of the circle, three shapes were moving. The fire had died, leaving the moon as the only source of light, but Roger made out one, then another, and knew without trying to see, who the third was. Simon, and Sam and Eric were playin with each other, right there in the middle of every- body! He had figured Sam and Eric fooled around, but only with each other, they were so alike, and so together all the time. But he had NEVER thought about Simon. There was something about Simon that kind of scared him, even though he was only ten. Something about the way he'd look at you, more like he was looking through you, would send shivers up your back. He was the last boy Roger would have thought would mess around with other boys. But there he was, his hand rubbing over Sam's (or Eric's?) crotch, while Eric (or Sam?) rubbed his, humping against him from behind. Roger grinned, and lay back down. If some of them were already doing it, after only being here three days, then most of them probably wouldn't need much convincing at all.
The sun had climbed, and was mid-way up the sky when Jack called a halt to the hunt. He didn't know what time it was, but he guessed ten, or eleven. They had been hunting for hours, ranging along the shoreline, keeping just out of sight of the beach. Nothing had come up. Jack smiled at the thought. Something would be 'up' soon.
"Ok, let's head back to camp. We're not gonna kill anything today." he made himself sound sad, trying to contain his anticipation.
There were no dissenting remarks from any of the other boys, as they had been up hunting since daybreak, and Jack had kept them at it longer. Their hours of walking had taken them almost halfway around the island. Some of the smaller boys, were shuffling their feet, not really raising them to walk, so Jack knew they were tired, and wouldn't argue with him when he made his suggestion.
"I'm not gonna walk all the way back along the beach. You guys," he addressed the eight eleven- and ten-year old, "go ahead and go. Me and the others are gonna cut through the middle, and see if we can scout out any tracks." Sounds impressive enough for 'em, he thought.
The others, Roger, Steve, and Rusty, stopped walking, waiting for the group of younger boys' response. The oldest of the younger group was the only to reply.
"Alright. See you guys back at camp." the tow-headed boy turned, and with the younger kids following, headed for the beach, which would provide for easier walking.
Jack watched the cute eleven year old boy lead the others away. Billy was cute, he admitted to himself. His fair, almost translucent skin, that little nose, those red little lips(he could feel them wrapping around his dick..), sky blue eyes, and of course that hair so blonde it was almost white. He rubbed his hand over his cock. Billy would be his, he knew it.
"Come on, let's go." he turned in the opposite direction, and headed deeper into the green of the trees.
He had talked with Roger that morning, before he woke any of the other boys up, and they had both agreed that it would be better to start with the older boys first. Roger had told him that he knew Steve and Luke fooled around. He had caught them at it one night in the room they shared at the academy. He and Jack planned to start messing with each other in front of them, and see where things went from there. And of course, Roger had reminded Jack that he was gonna let Roger fuck him for real this time.
Jack had still been somewhat dubious about the promise he had made, until he spied a banana peel someone had left lying on a rock the night before. Overnight it had turned black, and become oily with decay. He had rubbed his fingers over the peel, getting the oil on them. He brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed. It smelled bad, but his fingers had stayed greasy, and after a few minutes, the disagreeable smell had been gotten used to. It was only the smell of an over-ripe banana, after all. The slipperiness of the oil from the rotting peel gave Jack an idea, and he tucked it into the waistband of his shorts, to bring it with him.
They had walked maybe two-hundred yards, when Jack stopped them at one of the small freshwater streams. He went and sat in the water, cooling off, and the other boys followed suit. Looking slyly at Rogers, Jack stood up.
"We leaving already? Why don't we stay here awhile, Jack, and cool off." Rusty piped up, splashing water over his head, turning his dark brown hair black.
"Nah, we're not goin anywhere for a while. I wanna cool off too." he untacked his shorts, and slipped them down, and off.
"What are you doin?" Steve asked, looking up at Jack from where he was sitting. "Are you gonna take a bath?"
"Yeah," Jack answered, slowly pushing his cotton briefs down, exposing his hardening prick to the three pairs of staring eyes. "Walking through the woods all day, I'm all dirty." His cock was rising steadily with the feel of the warm air and the cool breeze brushing against it. He sat back down, hiding his dick from the sight of the other three boys under several inches of water.
Roger stood up, and undressed too, Steve and Rusty watching with their mouths almost hanging open in surprise. They looked at each other and Rusty shrugged.
"What the hell, might as well." and he quickly undressed too, Jack and Roger watching as intently as he and Steve had watched them. He wasn't really different from Roger, Jack saw. Pretty much the same build, he saw. Now that he thought about it, most of the boys on the island looked the same, no matter what their age. Oh sure, there were a couple of stocky boys, not to mention Piggy, and two or three boys that were as slim as Jack, but for the most part, their bodies were built the same: firm arms, and chests, developed but not overly-so legs, nice rounded buns that looked at once firm and soft. The biggest difference between Roger and Rusty, as far as Jack could see, was in their dicks. Roger was bigger, of course, being nearly a year older, but he was also thicker. Jack looked at Rusty's cock, which was beginning to rise under the scrutiny, lengthening to four, perhaps four-and-a-half inches. His circumsised head quickly began waiving at the sun, like a sunflower in bloom. His hairless scrotum hung closely beneath his shaft, but his balls were hanging loosely within, not pulled up against his body. Jack licked his lips, and imagined running his tongue over that hot little rod, and taking that smooth hairless sack into his mouth, feeling those two little marbles pressed between his tounge and his teeth.
"Roger. Come wash my back for me, I can't get it." his voice was strained, and his breathing had quickened. Rusty had stayed standing, watching Jack and Roger watch him. His hand drifted down, and wrapped it- self around his hot, excited flesh.
Roger had bent down, over Jack's shoulder, and was rubbing his wet hands over Jack's upper back, wiping off some of the accumulated dirt. His butt was pointed directly at Rusty and Steve, who was still sitting, but who was now naked as well. Jack felt Roger's dick poke him in the shoulder, and watching the other two out of the corner of his eyes, turned his head, and took Roger's cock into his mouth. He licked slowly, running his tounge over the head, and down the length of the shaft. All pretense of bathing was gone, as Roger moved to stand directly in front of Jack's face, gripping his head by the ears. He pushed slowly into Jack's mouth, until he felt his cock bottom out against the back of Jack's throat. He pulled back until just the tip was still encased in the warm wetness, then slowly thrust forward again, fucking Jack's face gently, to make the feel- ings coursing through his dick last longer. He looked behind him at Rusty and Steve, to see their reactions. They were jacking each other off, captivated by the spectacle in front of them.
Jack ran his hands up the backs of Roger's legs until they found the firm buns. Dipping one hand in the water, he spread the cheeks, and tickled at the puckered opening of Roger's ass. He pushed his forefinger gently in, feeling the resistance in the muscles surrounding the opening, and buried it up to the second knuckle. Roger was groaning in pleasure, pumping himself faster and faster into Jack's mouth as Jack roughly finger-fucked his ass.
Jack pushed back on Roger's thrusting hips, taking his mouth off the hardened member, and stood up.
"Time to keep my promise. Come on." he took Roger's hand and lead him out of the stream, to the middle of the small clearing bordering the stream. Steve and Rusty had also left the brook, to watch and see what Jack and Roger were gonna do next. They hadn't spoken a word since all this had started.
Jack rubbed the black banana peel over his hands, getting the oil to coat his fingers. One slimy hand rubbed itself over Roger's straining cock, covering it with the slippery goo. The other disappeared between his buns, as he inserted a finger into his ass, to spread the improvised lubrication on the inner walls of his butt. He turned to the side, and got down on his hands and knees, so that Steve and Rusty had a full-on side view of him and Roger, and could see everything. He knew from talking to Roger that morning that this was the position he had caught Steve and Rusty in, only they had just been rubbing up against each other, not really fucking.
Roger knelt down behind him, and holding his dick in one hand, placed the head against Jack's brown little opening. He pushed, and at first thought that it wasn't gonna go in, so he pushed harder. It slipped in all of sudden, and he was buried halfway in Jack's hole.
"Ahhhh! Damn you're big! It hurts." Jack had lowered his head and his arms as Roger enterred him, and only his narrow hips, and bisected cheeks were up in the air.
"Should I take it out?" Roger asked, hoping and praying to God Jack would say no, it felt so GOOD! This was better than back at the academy, he thought. Without vaseline, it was harder to get it in, but it felt so much tighter, and hotter!
"No, just go slow." Jack answered through gritted teeth.
Rusty and Steve had seperated, each getting on one side of the connected pair, to get an unobstructed view, and had settled on their knees, rapidly stroking themselves.
Roger pushed further, sinking more of himself into the hot mouth of his best friend's ass. He stopped for a moment when he hit bottom, the entire length of his dick smothered in heat, and tight flesh, his balls pressed firmly against Jack's balls, Jack's parted buns nestled in the crook of his hips. He pulled out a little, maybe an inch, and pushed back in again, making Jack groan with pain/pleasure. He continued, each time pulling back a little farther, and thrusting forward a little harder, until he was pulling almost completely out, then pounding back down into Jack.
His bottom finally loosened by the combination of Roger's pistoning rod, some of his own rectal fluids, and the banana-peel oil, Jack raised himself up on his arms again. Choosing to begin with the more shy of the pair, he called out.
"Steve, come here, let me suck you."
He wasn't sure at first, but after watching him and Roger doing all this, Steve wasn't gonna back down and look like a baby. He got up and moved over to kneel in front of Jack.
Jack looked up at the four-inch prick presented to his face. He wrapped one hand around it, feeling the heat being put out by it. He licked slowly at it, lightly, and heard Steve gasp with pleasure at the feeling. Holding it up, he ran his tounge down it, and swiped around the sack holding the two tiny marbles, tasting Steve's body. He could feel Steve shudder, and could hear him breathing raggedly in and out. Jack closed his eyes, remembering his brother, and the day he had learned to do this...
He had turned eight that summer. He had gotten a bike, a football, a soccer ball, and a nintendo for his birthday. His dad gave excellent presents, probably to make up for not being there most of the time. His mom worked as a secretary in some office downtown, while his dad traveled the country, trying to sell insurance. During the summer he was usually at a babysitter's house, but this summer, his mom had decided his brother Jason was old enough to watch him.
Jason was twelve. Not at all happy to have the care of his baby brother, he ignored Jack mostly. He and his friends spent most of the summer locked in Jason's room, looking at porno mags, and what skin flicks they could get their hands on. Jack could never get them to open the door and let him in.
Then one day, Randy, one of Jason's friends let Jack in. They had been smoking, Jack saw. His nose wrinkled. Whatever they had been smoking, it wasn't the same cigarretes their mom smoked.
"What'd ya let him in here for?" Jason asked, sitting up on his bed, and glaring alternately at Jack, who was looking down, and shuffling his feet nervously, and Randy, who was grinning nastily.
"He wants to play with the big boys, Jace. Didn't you just say how you wished you could get your hands on a piece of ass? Well, here it is." he grinned at his friend.
"Dude, I'm not fag. I'm not gonna fuck my little brother."
"Why not? A hole's a hole. Besides, who's he gonna tell? He's your brother. You can get him to keep his mouth shut, can't you?"
Randy had sat down on the bed, and pulled Jack into his lap. He unbuttoned the waistband of the tiny shorts, and Jack covered his crotch with his tiny hands.
"No!" the little voice cried out.
Randy had only laughed, held both Jack's hands in one of his, and slipped the other inside the small pair of underwear, fondling the tiny penis and balls.
"Like that? Feel good?"
He was scared, but it did feel good. And he did want them to let him be with them. He nodded his head. Randy pushed the small boy off his lap, onto the bed, and knelt on the floor. He slowly pulled the red shorts off, revealing Jack's 'Transformers' printed briefs. His tiny hard-on had tented them up in the front, and Randy smiled. Wasting no time, he pulled the cotton covering off of Jack, and let the 'Transformers fall to the floor. He pushed the tiny shoulders, and laid Jack down flat on the bed, with his little legs hanging over the edge. Jack's eyes followed Randy's hands as the pre-teen undid his jeans, and pushed them down. The tiny blue eyes locked on the bulge in Randy's blue boxers. Randy hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband, and drew his boxers down his legs, exposing his rapidly hardening cock. Jack's eyes widened. He had never seen a pee-pee so big! Not even Jason's was that big when they used to take baths together.
Randy grasped his cock in his right hand and leaning forward, ran it along the baby-smooth legs spread before him. Jack's little body felt fever-warm to the touch as Randy lay full-length on top of him, his dick resting between the two creamy white thighs. Randy lifted his hips, and using his hand, pushed his dick through the little thighs, and thrust forward until he felt the tiny sack resting on the shaft of his cock, and the hot little buns rubbing against the head of his pole. Jack's little prick was sticking in him, rubbing through the light crop of new pubic hair around the base of his dick.
Randy had moved slowly, feeling the silky-smooth flesh rub all along his cock, exciting him more and more. The feelings had only intensified when he turned the little boy over, and leg-fucked him from the back, his hips pressing down on the plump little mounds, the tiny sack and penis rubbing against his on each in and out stroke.
He had eventually cummed, shooting his yellowish spunk all over the small boy's backside. Jason had also joined in by the time it was over for the day, pumping his twelve-year-old cock between his little brother's legs. Jason wasn't physically able to shoot sperm at the time of that first episode, but by the end of the summer, was dumping his load down his little brother's throat, or tight little ass. Both boys had eventually spread the little cheeks, and invaded Jack's small hole. Many times over, by summer's end. Some of Jason's other friends also sampled the small boy's body. Each friend of Jason's would show Jack something new, then make the little boy perform it on them(if it was something to do with sucking cock), or would perform it on him (if it was a new position to fuck in.)
Lord Of The Flies
by Bane, boylover
April 9, 1995 Chapter 4
Jack slipped Steve's dick into his mouth, swallowing it down his throat. The sharp intake of breath was the only response Steve made. Jack relaxed, and let Roger's forceful thrusts push him against Steve, his nose burying itself in the warm flesh above Steve's cock. He strummed his tongue against the shaft like Jason had showed him, and listened as Steve moaned in ecstasy, while Rusty looked on, stroking himself, and cupping his balls with his other hands.
Roger's motions became faster and faster, his panting filled the clearing, accompanied by the wet slurping sounds his dick was making as he pushed in and pulled out of Jack's ass. He was gonna cum, he could feel it. His balls, which had bee slapping up against Jack's, had drawn up tight against him, and he could feel his leg muscles tense.
"UHHhhhh.... uuhhhhnn... " he slammed forward a final time, burying himself to the hilt in Jack's tight hole.
Jack could feel Roger's dick throbbing deep inside him, pouring hot cum into his ass. As though a camera had flashed, the image, the feelings, the surroundings imprinted themselves in Jack's brain, and he knew he would remember this the rest of his life. There was a leafy green smell lofting from the surrounding trees and bushes, almost un- detectable under the salt tang of the seabreeze which was lightly ruffling all their hair -- even Roger's pubic hairs which Jack could feel tickling his ass cheeks. He could feel the hard presense of Roger's shaft filling his butt, stretching it wide. And the stiff dick which Steve was now actively trying to bury in his mouth, his fingers clenched in Jack's hair, pulling his sucking lips harder against his cock. The sweat dripping of off Roger, onto his back. Roger's hands, clamped around his waist, to hold him still.
The sounds of their love-making had ceased and only their panting breaths were heard for a short time.
Jack hadn't stopped sucking Steve when Roger came, but Rusty had stopped jacking himself off when Roger stopped moving. Roger slowly pulled out, Jack's ass grasping his dick in a silken glove, despite its newly-acquired lubrication. There was an audible pop when he pulled the head out. A narrow rivulet of sperm escaped Jack's hole and ran down his cheek, to end up dangling from his sack.
Roger looked over at Rusty.
"Your turn." he indicated the upraised buns with a nod.
Swallowing nervously, but determined, Steve moved in behind Jack, and placed the tip of his dick against Jack's winking orifice. He put his hands on Jack's hips as he had seen Roger do, and pushed forward. At first it seemed as if it would go in, but then slipped, and ended up running up the crack of Jack's ass. He tried again, while Roger grinned, and produced the same result: his dick ended up rubbing between Jack's cheeks.
"You gotta hold on to it until it goes in, dummy," Roger instructed, "Like this." and he grasped Rusty's rigid four inches in his hand, placed the head against Jack's puckered opening, and held it there as Rusty thrust forward. He let go when he felt the head slip in.
"Ahhh... Oh man! This feels great!"
Already loosened up and lubricated, Jack's ass wrapped itself around Rusty. He slipped in easily, his hot little rod sinking deeper and deeper into the wet and slippery hole. He pushed in all the way, and stopped, savoring the feeling of the delicious warmth wrapped around his dick. Blowjobs had never felt like this, this was unbelievable. It was tighter than either his or Steve's hand had ever been, more slippery too than their vaseline-slicked hands, or wet tongues had ever been. He ran his hands down and under Jack's body, finding the enraged and thus far un-relieved hard-on. He lay forward, running his hand further back, over the (to him) large balls until he felt his own nuts, pressed tightly against Jack's ass. He leaned back to watch his dick as he began humping into and out of Jack. He was stroking Jack's dick when Roger pushed his hand out of the way.
Roger lay on his back, and slid under Jack. Wet, sucking sounds from under Jack sooned joined the moans of ecstasy coming from Steve, and the wet slurping sounds Rusty's cock was making as it slid ever faster in and out.
A strangled cry errupted from Steve, and Jack felt as if his hair were being pulled out as he was pulled down over the pulsing little shaft. Several seconds later, a similar cry was issued from the furiously thrusting Rusty, who had only held up a few minutes before experiencing his dry orgasm.
Both fell back, pulling themselves out of Jack, and sat down, exhausted from the intense experience. Jack pulled himself up off of Roger's mouth. He needed to cum, but he didn't want to waste the chance being offered by finishing with Roger. He moved over to Steve.
"Turn over on your stomach." he ordered, his rod pointing almost straight up.
"Why?" the boy looked up at him.
"Because it's my turn, and I don't want a blow job. If you're gonna be in my gang, you gotta let me fuck you. You too." he turned to Rusty who was looking at him and Roger uncertainly, and a little scared. "Roger's gonna fuck you, since you're bigger than Steve." He wasn't, really, Jack saw, but right then Jack wanted Steve, and badly.
"I don't know." the fear was evident in Steve's voice.
"If you don't, then you'll be stuck with the babies when I make my own camp." Jack threatened. "Now turn over."
He straddled Steve's legs, and after running the banana peel over his fingers, smeared the oily substance around Steve's puckered little mouth. He pushed a finger in gently, feeling the muscles tense up and try to prevent the intrusion. He massaged gently, rubbing the oil in, watching as Roger did the same with Rusty. After several minutes, he could feel that Steve's ass had relaxed, but every time Jack would push or pull his finger, he would tense up again.
"Look, if you don't relax, it's gonna hurt. And you might as well chill out, cause I'm gonna get in you."
His words had an effect, albeit a reluctant one. He felt the hot vice unclench around his finger as Steve finally let go. Jack lay down on Steve, parting the soft cheeks with one hand and guiding his straining prick with the other until it contacted the virgin hole. Jack looked over and could see that Roger had already enterred Rusty and was slowly humping up and down, driving deeper and deeper into the younger boy. Rusty hadn't made much noise, Jack thought, looking at his grimacing face.
Steve had clenched up again when he felt Jack's dick brush against his asshole. With a sigh, Jack gently pushed his finger back in Steve. After several seconds, he relaxed again, and Jack pushed roughly forward. For an instant both his finger and his dick were inside Steve's anal ring.
A muted scream broke the relative silence.
"It hurts Jack! Take it out! Please, it hurts!" tears poured out of Steve's eyes as his butt erupted in searing pain.
"No, wait a minute. Calm down, relax. If you hadn't tensed up, wouldn't have hurt like this." Jack roughly told the squirming boy under him. "It's your fault it hurts." He lay in the same position, not moving while Steve caught his breath, and the pain subsided.
"O-K?" Jack asked, pushing more of himself into the incredibly tight little cavity.
"Owwwh!! No, it's not O-K, it still hurts." resentment colored the young voice, "But not as much." he muttered.
"Rusty, does it hurt?" Jack asked the pinned boy.
"No, not anymore. But it did at first." Roger was thrusting steadily, still not moving fast, but getting there as left-over cum, and fresh pre-cum mixed with the banana oil. As good as fucking Jack had been, Roger thought, this was better. It was even tighter, the smaller buns wrapping themselves more firmly around his cock than Jack's had. And it was more.... exciting somehow, fucking a boy that had never done it before. Jack was great and all, but he had already known about sex, and had already fucked and been fucked, when he and Roger had met at the academy. It was still fun, but not as exciting as this was.
"See? Now relax, and stop being a baby."
Steve moaned as Jack pushed forward again, this time planting his hips firmly against the tight little ass underneath him, his cock buried at last in the sweet little virgin hole. He pulled back a little, and thrust again, ignoring the groans coming from the captive boy. His concentration narrowed, blocking out the sight of Roger boring into Rusty's ass, the grunts of pleasure issuing from the lithe pair of sweating boy bodies thrusting against each other. For Rusty was now actively participating, pushing his butt back and up against the slick shaft spearing into him, and groaning from the painful pleaure of being butt-fucked.
Jack thrust harder, hearing Steve cry out, but not caring. The banana oil was mixing with the fluids present in Steve's colon, making his tunnel slick, allowing Jack to pump faster, push deeper, harder. He had never fucked a boy as young as Steve before. All his previous escapades had been with boys older, his own age, or at most a year younger than he. He had never imagined this... depth of sensation. The feeling of the small cheeks clenched so tightly over the part of his dick that wasn't encased in the moist velvet heat, the little body beneath him trembling with reaction-shock as he thrust deeply.
The wet, slurping sounds were now coming from he and Steve too. Jack noticed that Steve had stopped complaining, although the face he turned back towards Jack was still strained. The feeling was different, Jack thought. It had never felt this good before, but that wasn't just it.
His answer came a second later as what felt like electric shocks passed through his body, intensifying and concentrating in his dick. He lay still atop the trembling Steve as he felt his cock throb deep inside the hot little hole. It felt different though. There had been a moment of agony, a pinpoint of white-hot pain in his dickhead as his orgasm struck. Now, as his member pulsed within the confines of the tight bottom, it felt almost as if he had peed. Jack sat up, pulling himself slowly out of Steve's ass. The inner walls of flesh seemed to stick to him, trying to pull him back down into the warm wet cavern. There was a pop! as he pulled free with Steve looking back at him. Jack grasped himself, looking closely at his deflating cock. A small globule of whitish, almost yellow fluid was wandering its way from his pis-slit down his shaft. He had cum! Yes!
"Hey, Roger! I came man! I shot some cum." he waited for a response, but there was none as Roger and Rusty continued to fuck. Roger had already cum once, and Jack knew it would take him longer to cum this time. He walked forward on his knees, and presented his dripping dick to Steve, who had turned over when Jack pulled out of him. "Suck it."
He didn't want to, that was clear in his eyes, Jack saw. But he looked over at Rusty who was still under Roger, humping back as much as he was getting, and licking his lips, wrapped a hand around Jack's now mature prick. He licked gently at the head, swirling his tongue gently around the tip, before scooping up Jack's virgin load and swallowing it down. He grimaced as the salty taste registered, but didn't attempt to pull away. He licked at the head again before slowly taking it into his mouth, and gently stroking the half-erect shaft.
Seeing Steve with his cum on his tongue electrified Jack, and he began to get hard again. Putting one hand behind Steve's head, he lightly thrust hip hips forward, pushing further into the wet mouth. Moving only his hips, he face-fucked the younger boy until he was once again rock-hard, then stopped.
"Pull your knees up to your chest." he ordered.
The younger boy offered no comment or resistance, only did as he was told, as Roger and Rusty finally stopped moving in order to see what was going on.
Jack grasped himself, and positioned his dick against Steve's now loosened opening. He enterred hard, and slammed himself down against the pinned body beneath him, accompanied by a grunt of surprise/pain from Steve. Oh, man! It was even tighter this way, than from behind. Roger and Rusty had finally seperated from each other, and now Roger was repositioning Rusty as Jack had Steve. Without a sound he enterred Rusty and resumed fucking him at a rapid pace. Jack thrust and withdrew, in and out, push, pull. He was turned on by being able to look Steve in the eyes as he intruded into the boy's heretofore virgin territory, and by the feel of the smaller boy's hard little dick pressed up tightly against his stomach as he buried himself insided him.
Roger was moaning again as he steadily pistoned in and out of Rusty's tight little rear end. Rusty was panting with pleasure as the large cock inside him rubbed against his prostate, sending wave after wave of ecstasy shooting through his young body. At the last minute, Roger leaned back on his knees, pulling out of Rusty, and jerked himself off over the younger boy. The first glob of semen shot out and landed on Rusty's chest, almost on his left nipple. The second landed on his stomach, and drained down into his belly-button. The last dropped down onto Rusty's dick. Milking the last of the cum out onto his hand, Roger spread it over the boys rigid shaft and balls. He jerked quickly, several times on Rusty, his slimy hand slipping easily over the hot erection, before Rusty spasmed, his cock throbbing in his second orgasm of the day.
Hearing Roger cry out as he came, and watching him jack Rusty off with his cummy hand, and feeling Steve clench his ass around his dick as he thrust was too much for Jack, and he shot his second load deep into the hot little crevice, collapsing on top of the boy.
He looked over to see Roger laying half over Rusty, presenting his own cummy fingers to the younger boy for licking. He levered himself up on his elbows and looked down at Steve, whose hands he felt moving along his sides, until they stopped on his butt, each on one of his cheeks. With his dick softening again inside of Steve's ass, Jack closed his eyes for a moment and congratulated himself. They had made a good start.
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