“Mrs. Shoemaker?”
Jeremy could hear the call all the way from his room, and it made his heart start beating a little faster. He quickly threw his pencil down next to his second-grade workbook and crept to the door of the room he shared with his brother. He opened it gently and tiptoed as quietly as he could to the edge of the staircase, looking downstairs.
“Hello boys!” came his mom’s cheerful voice. “You’re here early again, I see. You know Tom doesn’t get back from his job until five-thirty, and it’s barely four! You seem to be coming earlier and earlier.”
“Sorry Mrs. Shoemaker,” said one of the three jocks, tossing his hair over his shoulder and smiling at her in a way that showed all his white teeth. “It’s just easier to come here right after practice. And we really don’t mind hanging out with Jeremy. It’s gotten to be kind of fun, actually.”
Jeremy’s pride fluttered a bit in his chest at that. Brad had said it was fun hanging out with him! Even without his brother! He craned his neck a little further around the banister, trying to get a good view of the boys. Only three today. Sometimes there were as many as five, especially on days when they didn’t have football practice beforehand. It looked like today was Brad, Jason, and Arthur, who everyone called “Toombs” ‘cause it was his last name. Jeremy felt very cool knowing that; it was such a big-kid thing to get to use football nicknames.
“Well, he’s right upstairs,” said Jeremy’s mother. “He’s always so happy to see you boys, too. It’s so nice of you to spend time with him.”
“Our pleasure, Mrs. Shoemaker,” said Jason. They glanced up the stairs and Toombs, who was standing the most towards the back, caught a glimpse of him and smiled up. “Hey squirt,” he said. Jeremy smiled and waved.
They said thank you and goodbye to Jeremy’s mother, and started up the stairs. Jeremy grinned, his heart speeding up yet again with excitement. He turned from the staircase and trotted back into his room, hearing the boys’ footsteps padding after him.
He stood in the center of the room, waiting for them. They filed in through the door one by one, quietly, dropping their backpacks in a heap by the door. Jason closed the door behind them with a final click. They were all smiling, and Jeremy couldn’t help but smile back.
Brad took a seat at his desk chair and patted his knee. “Have a seat,” he invited. Jason took Tom’s desk chair, and Toombs sat down on the lower of the two bunk beds, which was Tom’s bed.
Jeremy moved eagerly over to Brad and clambered onto his lap, sitting happily on his knee. Brad’s hands came to rest softly on Jeremy’s thighs, and moved lightly back and forth, from his knees up to his hips. “Hey,” he murmured, “did you miss us?”
“Uh-huh.” Jeremy nodded. “I love it when you guys come over,” he said. “And stick your cocks in me,” he added, for good measure. The boys chuckled.
“Well you know,” said Brad, “You’re our favorite chick.”
Jeremy squirmed a little as Brad’s hand brushed his crotch. “Really?”
“Oh yes. Totally.” The other two boys nodded, and Jeremy felt warm and happy inside. They really liked him.
Brad’s hands moved up from his hips, under his shirt, and started feeling his ribs. Jeremy shivered. It was just light enough that it didn’t tickle, but barely. The hands moved up to the front of his chest and pinched his nipples, making Jeremy whimper a little bit. Brad did it again, hard, and Jeremy whimpered again. It hurt, but only a little bit.
Toombs stepped up from his seat on the bed and stood in front of them. He grabbed Jeremy under the arms and lifted him up into the air. “Come on,” he said to Brad, “let’s get to the good stuff.”
“Relax,” said Brad, “we’ve got time.” But he used the position to get his fingers under the waistband of Jeremy pants and pull them down, underwear and all, dropping them off his legs along with his socks and tossing the whole bundle to one side.
Toombs lowered Jeremy to the ground, onto his knees. “Why don’t you make Brad ready to do ya?” he asked. Brad frowned at him slightly, as if he was annoyed. Jeremy felt worried; he didn’t want them to fight! They might forget about him, or worse, get so angry they left!
“I really wanted to have a cock in my mouth,” he said hurriedly, hoping to get them focused back on him. “I miss having cocks in my mouth when you guys are gone. And my ass.”
Brad grinned down at him as he unzipped his fly. “Well, you still get to suck off your brother when we’re not here, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy admitted, “but he doesn’t really want to that much since he got a girlfriend. He hardly ever puts it in my ass anymore.”
“Well, that’s a real shame,” said Jason. “Maybe we’ll just have to get you a dildo for when we’re not around.”
Jeremy was about to ask what a dildo was, but Brad’s cock had finally been freed from his underwear; Brad had a hand in Jeremy’s hair and was using it to drag Jeremy’s head forward. Eagerly, Jeremy opened his mouth and felt the flesh of the boy’s cock slide between his lips. He sucked on it as best he could, trying to relax his throat like the boys had taught him so he could get it to go deeper.
He felt Toombs kneel down behind him, and his arms wrapped around Jeremy’s chest to pinch his nipples again. It was so sudden that Jeremy squealed around Brad’s cock, making Brad grunt. “Geeze,” said Brad, “you just wanted to do that yourself, didn’t you?”
“I can’t help it,” said Toombs with a small laugh. “He’s got such cute little-boy nipples, you know?”
Jeremy bristled at being called a little boy, but he couldn’t exactly say anything at the moment, so instead he swallowed another inch of Brad’s cock, moving his tongue against it as much as he could. Brad’s hands made fists in his hair.
“Toombs, you bring the lotion?” asked Jason.
Toombs nodded. “It’s over in my backpack. Left side pocket.”
Jeremy could see Jason get up from the desk out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t see what was happening, but he could guess well enough. He heard the footsteps pad over to the door and a zipper pulling as Jason opened the backpack. Then returning footsteps and Jason was back, pulling up Tom’s desk chair closer to Brad so that now Jeremy got a better view of what he was doing.
In Jason’s hand was a small brown bottle of the suntan oil that they used for lube. Jeremy felt a little shiver of excitement move up his spine when he saw it, as Brad tightened his hands in Jeremy’s hair and began moving Jeremy’s head up and down over his cock. Jeremy submitted gamely while Jason drew out his cock and began rubbing it with the oil, coating it thoroughly before handing the bottle off to Toombs.
Toombs had to stop pinching Jeremy’s nipples to take it from him, and when his hands finally left, Jeremy’s nipples felt raw and abused. Brad’s hands were still moving his head, back and forth, back and forth, and his throat was relaxed now, Brad’s cock sliding deep down inside him with each thrust.
Jeremy felt hands on his hips, and he wasn’t sure if they were Toombs’s or Jason’s; the second boy had finally moved out of his field of vision. The hands lifted him, tilting his hips back a little.
“Hn,” came Jason’s voice. “He’s really just a little too short for this. Mind getting onto the floor?”
“Fuck,” was Brad’s breathy reply. “Just use the other chair.”
Jeremy’s face was red from embarrassment. Too short, too short. Some day he’d be tall enough. He’d make sure they stuck around, and then they’d see. He’d be tall enough to do it however they wanted.
But for now he saw the chair dragged towards him, and then he was pulled off of Brad, his mouth yanked from Brad’s cock, feeling it suddenly withdrawn from the depths of his throat.
“Hey!” Brad sounded peeved as Jason lined up Tom’s desk chair with the one Brad was sitting on, only this chair was turned to the side. Jason picked Jeremy up and lay him down across the chairs on his stomach, with his face over Brad’s crotch and his legs hanging off the far side. Eagerly, wanting to please Brad, Jeremy returned to his task, plunging his head down onto Brad’s cock, shoving it down his throat as far as he could make it go in one motion. Brad made an interesting “nng!” sound, and his hands returned to Jeremy’s hair.
There were hands on Jeremy’s butt—he wasn’t sure whose, but probably Jason’s. They weren’t there long; they pulled apart his butt cheeks and then moments later came the press of a cock going into him. Jeremy concentrated on sucking; this part always hurt just a little bit, although it hurt less and less every time they did it. Especially since it was only one this time. He sighed through his nose as the cock buried itself fully inside him and came to rest. The hands moved from his buttocks to his hips, grabbing tightly.
The thrusts began. Jeremy noticed how the boys timed it so that they were both pulling out of him at the same time, and then plunging back into him from both ends. Brad seemed to be setting the pace, because he was speeding up and speeding up, until finally Jason (if that’s who it was) stopped trying to keep up with him as Brad’s hips slammed forward faster and faster on each thrust, then bucked wildly, out of control, one, two, three and then he came down Jeremy’s throat, pulling out into his mouth as he did to make Jeremy swallow. Jeremy did as best he could; it was always important to be as clean as possible in the bedroom, so his mom wouldn’t find out what Jeremy was doing and make him stop.
Brad took his cock out of Jeremy’s mouth and sat still for a few moments, breathing hard. He ruffled Jeremy’s hair affectionately, which made Jeremy feel a bit better after the ‘short’ comment earlier. Brad looked up, behind Jeremy.
“You want a go here?” he asked.
“Nah,” came Toombs’s voice. “I’m already lubed up. I’ll just wait my turn back here.”
“Cool,” said Brad, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a rush. He smiled down at Jeremy. “Hey then, big man, if your mouth is free, why don’t you tell us how you feel? Say something dirty.”
Jeremy tried to think of all the things Tom’s friends had taught him to say. “Nn,” he said as Jeremy’s thrusts became slow and deep, “I love it when you guys plug me with your stiff cocks.” He racked his brain to come up with another word for ‘cock.’ He knew there had been some. “I wanna, nn, I wanna be gangbanged by a hundred guys, all of them jamming their uh... their thick man-meat up inside me. I wanna feel, yeah. I wanna feel a hundred dicks inside me at the same time, fucking me ‘til I pass out, coming all over me, all over my face, filling my ass with cum ‘til it leaks out my mouth. Ah!”
“Fuck.” Toombs’s voice was practically a growl. “I can’t take this shit. Let me in there with you.”
Jeremy felt the cock in his ass abruptly yanked out, and then he was spun around onto his back before it was immediately plunged back in. Jason lifted him up, pulling Jeremy’s arms up to circle around his neck. “Hold onto me,” he murmured. Jeremy whimpered and wrapped his legs around Jason’s waist. Staggeringly, Jason stood and took careful steps backwards, still buried inside Jeremy, until he was leaning against the wall. His hands were clenching Jeremy’s butt cheeks.
Jeremy felt someone behind him and craned his head to the side to see Toombs come up to them, his hands joining Jason’s on Jeremy’s butt and pulling the cheeks wider apart, wider, wider...
Jeremy winced as the head of the second cock squirmed and maneuvered against him, stretching his skin until finally it popped inside, sliding deep into him alongside Jason’s. Jeremy whimpered and moaned as they both fucked him at the same time. This was always a bit of a stretch, when they put two inside him. But Jeremy knew how much they liked it, and he wasn’t about to admit that it hurt. Instead he ground out, “Harder!” which made the boys chuckle and the thrusts slam home with such force that Jeremy saw stars.
After Jason came inside him against the wall and pulled out, they laid him back across the two chairs on his stomach while Toombs finished fucking him. By the time Toombs’s hips made the last few violent thrusts and his cum squirted into Jeremy’s ass, Jeremy was ready for a break. It wasn’t much compared to the day they’d first taught him how to be a chick, but it was still pretty tiring, especially given how often they wanted him to do this; sometimes five days a week, and even once or twice on Saturday, although usually not at Jeremy’s house.
The boys sat on the floor talking about football while Jeremy lay next to them on the carpet, lying on his stomach so their cum wouldn’t spill out of him and make a stain. Toombs’s hand was non-chalantly resting on Jeremy’s butt while he was talking, kneading the flesh lazily. It felt kind of good, so Jeremy didn’t say anything. When Toombs started tapping it lightly, as though tapping out a drumbeat, Jeremy had nearly fallen asleep.
The tapping stopped for a moment, and then became a pat. And then another. Each one was a little bit harder, until it became a slap, and Jeremy winced. The boys had stopped talking, and when Jeremy opened his eyes he found they were looking at him. Toombs drew back his hand again and slapped Jeremy's buttcheeks, this time kind of hard. Jeremy winced again. Toombs drew back his hand and this time smacked him sharply, creating a loud, fleshy, “thwack!”
“Shh!” Brad hissed. “His mom’ll hear.”
“No she won’t,” said Jason, and got up, moving over to the shelf on the wall that had Tom’s stereo on it. He reached over and turned it on, fiddling with some knobs until he found a clear radio station, and turning the volume way up. It was some pop song that Jeremy had heard a lot lately but didn’t know the words to.
“Now we won’t be able to hear if she’s coming,” Brad protested, but Jason rolled his eyes.
“She never comes up here anyway,” he said. “Don’t worry about it. Toombs?”
Toombs grinned, and Jeremy cried out as another harsh smack fell against his butt cheeks. Toombs proceeded to spank him with force, even moving closer to get a better angle. It hurt, really bad. In fact, it was almost as bad as when they put two cocks in him, especially because this didn’t have the weird, filling pleasure that accompanied the penetration. This just stung, as Toombs’s palm landed over and over on the increasingly sensitive flesh. Jeremy felt tears prick his eyes as his butt got more and more sore, and the slaps only got harder.
Jeremy’s cries grew in volume with the pain, until Brad finally said, “Shit, that she might actually hear. Shut him up.”
Jeremy’s eyes were shut, his attention distracted, so he barely felt it when someone’s hands lifted his shoulders, until his lips were forced down onto that someone’s cock, and his yelps of pain were muffled by flesh. His eyes flew open, and he recognized the skin tone of the thighs as Jason’s.
“Hah,” said Toombs, “this is fun. We should do this every time.”
“Seriously,” said Brad, “what’s with you and causing the kid pain? First the nipples and now this.”
“Hey,” said Toombs, “you started the nipple thing. You like that just as much as I do.”
Jason’s cock slid deep into Jeremy’s throat as the pain tears finally spilled from the boy’s eyes and dripped down his cheeks. “Heh,” said Brad’s voice, “well, yeah, okay, I do. But still. You’re really getting into that.”
“It’s fun,” said Toombs, as he gave a particularly harsh thwack. “You try it.”
There was a sudden gust of cool, healing breeze across Jeremy’s burning cheeks as the slaps miraculously stopped. For a moment, Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief. But then suddenly they were back, as Brad yanked his hips up and began to hit him again. Jeremy gave a muffled shout around Jason’s cock, the pain almost worse now that he’d had such a brief rest.
“It is kind of fun,” Brad admitted after a while, “but I think I’m ready to go again.” The smacks stopped abruptly, but it was mere seconds before the pain transformed into a different sort as Brad buried his cock in Jeremy’s ass in one deep stroke. Jeremy’s butt cheeks burned as Brad began to thrust inside him. The strokes were deep, so that each time Brad thrust in, the flesh of his thighs smacked against Jeremy’s butt as the spanking had earlier, irritating the raw flesh.
Toombs was next to him; Jeremy could see him out of the corner of his eye. The last boy smiled at him and grabbed Jeremy’s hand, using the smaller fingers to stroke his cock. After Jeremy got the idea Toombs let go, and simply sat there as Jeremy... what was the word? They’d taught him this one, Jeremy knew... jerked him off. That was it.
Jason came first this time. He didn’t let Jeremy swallow his cum, but instead pulled his cock out as it began to spray and splattered the stuff all over Jeremy’s face. Toombs’s cum hit him in the side of the face soon after, getting some of it in Jeremy’s hair. Jeremy knew they’d have to clean this one up. Luckily he’d started keeping wipes in his desk drawer, and he could always ask one of the boys to go to the bathroom and get a towel if they had to.
Finally, it was just Brad left fucking his ass, while the other two boys lounged around the room and watched. Jeremy still winced at every thrust. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to sit down for a while like this. School tomorrow was going to be difficult.
Just as Brad’s cock was sliding into him at the height of one of his thrusts, the door suddenly opened. The four boys looked towards the entrance in panic. Jeremy’s head turned to the side to see as Brad stilled inside him.
Tom stood in the doorway and rolled his eyes. “Jeeze,” he said, “don’t you guys lock the door? What if it had been my mom?”
“She coulda joined us,” said Toombs, and, “We didn’t want you to be locked out of the fun,” said Jason.
Brad smiled. “Your brother’s mouth is real lonely right now. He says you’ve been neglecting him to hang out with your girlfriend. That’s not very fair to Jeremy. How’s he going to get to be a better chick if you don’t fuck him occasionally?”
Tom locked the door behind him with a snick and dropped his backpack onto the pile with the other boys’. He came around to Jeremy’s front and knelt down, unzipping his fly. “I still fuck him,” he protested.
“Yeah, but not enough. We were thinking of getting him a dildo to make up for it.”
“Huhn,” said Tom as he slid his cock into Jeremy’s mouth. “I guess.”
“He could wear it while he was at school,” put in Toombs. “That way he’d be nice and ready for us when we got to him.”
“Yeah, if you wanted him to get, nn, loose,” said Brad. He had begun thrusting again, and Jeremy winced as the pain returned.
“Nah, he can’t get loose,” said Jason. “He’s too small. He’s gonna be this tight for a while, trust me.”
“And you’re such an expert,” said Toombs, rolling his eyes. He fingered his own cock idly, and Jeremy wondered if he’d be ready to go again soon.
“I was thinking,” said Brad, “we should take him to football practice with us sometime. I think the whole team already knows him. We could bring him into the showers with us. Think about it.”
There was a silence as the boys thought about it. Jeremy’s hopes leapt. Football practice? With the high schoolers? No way!
“Sound good to you, Jeremy?” Brad asked, as his thrusts started to speed up again, his climax close.
Jeremy made an enthusiastic noise of agreement around his brother’s cock.