Bonetown fan fiction [Archive]

darius12

02-14-2012, 12:05 AM

Here is a preview of the first part of the first draft of part 1 (phew that was hard to type).

- B O N E T O W N -
The Adventures of Stevie Kock

Part 1: Boning on the Beach

Written by darius12.

The punks sat along the wall of the boardwalk, overlooking the beach. The boom box thumped out some heavy shit by Pussy and the Camel Toes while they bopped their heads and adjusted their packages. TT Mano was resplendent in his long blue shorts and his Vortex U singlet. Jango “Na Man Don Call Me Fett” Baxter was rocking it in ripped jeans sans shirt. And Stevie Kock was alright, his Bonetown Bashers cap on backwards, tear away pants barely up to his waist, and a “Bubbles and his Kitties” t-shirt tight enough to show off his pecs.

Missionary Beach was packed today. The sun was high, the humidity higher, and the punks higher still. They were never accused of being overly bright, but they weren’t stupid enough to smoke up on the boardwalk either. The Man always seemed to know when shit like that went down, so the punks always did their toking in TT’s garage before heading out. The sun was draining the high out of them like a $5 ho on pogey day. They needed something else to direct their energies toward.

The bitches were in fine form today; strutting and tutting as they walked past the punks. All manner of swim apparel on display. One-pieces, skirts, bikinis, camikinis, hikinis, tankinis, micro-scrunches, and more. Filling out these bathing suits and summer clothing were all types of bodies; hotays, skinny, tubby, curvy, average, small titties, medium titties, big titties, huge titties, long hair, short hair, curly hair, straight hair, black hair, blonde hair, red hair and even blue hair. Teenage chicks, college chicks, twenty-somethings, MILFs. It was a never-ending babe conveyor belt.

Jango was always calling out to the chicks as they walked by.

“Hey baby, wanna ride the HMS Big Cock?”

“Ooooh, mama, lemme suck them big ol’ titties.”

And the ever popular: “Hey bitch, suck my dick!”

Every once in a while, he got a chick to tease him back, but usually he got told off or worse, completely ignored. Sometimes he went too far and some Man Agents gave him what for.

“Yo, yo, yo! Check it out!” TT said. Jango and Stevie turned to TT and saw he was pointing over the railing down onto the beach. Just a few yards from them two hotties were sunbathing. They were lying on their stomachs, but had removed their bikini tops.

“Ah, man, that’s it man,” Jango said. “That’s it man. It’s too fucking hot and all these bitches got me even hotter. I need to unload man.”

“Here man?” Stevie said. “Dude, the Man has his Agents watching the whole beach, you know that.”

“I don’t give a shit man,” Jango said. “What up, you coming with?”

“Nah, not me man,” Stevie said.

“You’re a pussy man. What about you T?”

“Yeah, I’m in Jango,” TT answered.

“Right on. Cya later bitch.”

Jango and TT hopped the railing, landing in the sand three feet below. Stevie watched as they strutted over to the two sunbathing babes. The chicks were still lying on their stomachs. Jango and TT stood in the sand beside them and Jango unzipped his pants and whipped his small but rock hard dick out. He started whacking it over the girls who still hadn’t noticed the punks standing over them. TT laughed and knelt down, sliding his hand over one of the girls’ asses and between her legs, rubbing a finger against her camel toe. She jumped then, turning over and cursing at TT. Her friend also turned over to see what was going on.

“Fuck yeah!” Jango yelled when he saw their small, shapely titties pop into view. He squeezed the base of his cock just as gobs of hot cum shot out, covering both girls.

“Fuck you!” one yelled at him

“You dumb fuck!” said the other.

Jango and TT laughed as the girls swore and squirmed, trying to avoid Jango’s seemingly never-ending font of sperm.

Stevie watched as Man Agents appeared as if out of nowhere and beat the living tar out of Jango and TT, much to the enjoyment of the two girls. Jango and TT laughed until they were carted away unconscious. Stevie turned away from the show and tried to think of what he was going to do now with the rest of his day.

He started to wander up the boardwalk. He had to adjust his dick a few times as he stared at all the cleavage walking by; bouncing and swaying, most barely held in by their bikini tops. Not for the first time he wondered what was in the water in Bonetown as the average cup size here seemed to be a DD.

Afternoon turned to early evening and just as Stevie was starting to think he might head home and surf some porn, he saw a tubby but cute chick eyeing him from down a side street. She was lightly licking her lips and her hand was ever so slightly tracing circles over one of her nipples. Her blouse was open almost completely showing off her ample cleavage and the fact that she was not wearing a bra, and her shorts were tight to her body, showing off her big curves. Stevie acted nonchalantly at first, to make sure she was actually eyeing him, and when she beckoned him over with her finger, he coolly walked her way. She ducked in behind the surfing store and he followed, entering a back patio area. Some dudes were hanging out, half-stoned and completely unaware of their surroundings. The chick was sitting at a picnic table, her legs spread, her big titties almost falling out of her top, her chubby stomach visible.

She had short blond hair and a cute, though chubby face. He moved closer and stood in front of her.

“'Sup?” he said.

“Not much,” she answered, then paused. “Like what you see?”

“Yeah, baby,” Stevie said. “You’re a hot bitch, ‘aint ya?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” she said, turning her gaze to Stevie’s crotch. “Are you gonna show me that thing, or do I have to beg?” She pulled one of her titties right out to emphasize her urges. Her nipple was hard and she tweaked it with her fingers.

“Here?” Stevie asked. “Damn, girl, you’re crazy.” But Stevie looked around and then pulled his rock hard cock out through his fly. The girl moaned and immediately took it into her hand, stroking it. She leaned closer and took it into her mouth. Stevie practically exploded right there. He looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching though he didn’t really care if they were. The stoners were in their own world anyway and had no idea a chick was sucking some guy off ten feet from them.

The girl was masterful, and Stevie knew he was going to cum soon. Then all hell broke loose. Stevie heard the weird sirens and could hear the footsteps getting closer.

“Are you there yet?” the girl asked as she took her mouth off his cock for a second.

“Just about, baby. Don’t stop!”

She kept going and as Stevie’s cock started to throb and he could feel his jizz about to explode, he heard the Man Agents behind him.

“Stop there prick!”

As Stevie’s orgasm faltered he though that was a particularly bad choice of words on the Agent’s part. The girl took her mouth off his throbbing and blue-balled cock and jumped up to run. Stevie also took off, not waiting to look behind him to see how close the Agent’s were or even to tuck his cock back into his pants. As the girl ran through the far gate, Stevie bounded and garbage can and jumped over the patio fence. He immediately turned right and booted it down an alley before coming back out onto a street. He crossed the street at a full run and into another alley before hoping a low wall and coming out between two more buildings. He saw that he was by the Sand Bar, and knew it would just be starting to get busy inside. He ran into the building and didn’t stop until he was at the far end, taking a seat at the bar.

He was panting and his heart felt like it was going to explode. He remembered his cock and tucked it’s now soft form back into his pants. He ordered a beer and chugged half of it to quench his thirst and calm his nerves.

Damn, what a fucking chick! And now he was hornier than ever!

The thought had barely gone through his mind when the voice of the DJ reverberated through the bar.
“Gentleman, are you ready?”

There wasn’t much of a response.

“Gentlemen! I said, are… you… READY?”

This time a lot of the guys in the bar (and even some of the chicks) hooted and hollered.

“The Sand Bar is proud to present to you, our 3rd annual mid-summer wet-t shirt contest!”

This brought the house down with lots of cheers and yelling. Stevie looked around and finally noticed the stage was set up with some tables in front. The tables were piled with water bottles, super-soaker water rifles, and even a hose with a spray nozzle. A bunch of chicks were moving towards the stage where the DJ was now standing with the microphone. They were all wearing white “Sand Bar” t-shirts. Some has them tied at the stomach, some had the sleeves rolled up, and some had ripped the collar a little to show more cleavage. None were wearing bras underneath that Stevie could see. There were seven chicks in total and the smallest cup size looked like a C.