Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2010 04:18:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: masterjaret@yahoo.com
Subject: Billy

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
submission in a Daddy/boy relationship between adult males, including
watersports, scat, bestiality and other graphic scenes of sex. It contains
no truth, partial truth, or half truth, only fantasy. If this type of
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Billy Takes a Boy


Billy stepped outside his backdoor, letting the screen door slam closed
behind him.  He yawned, scratched his butt cheek and then his cock and
balls.  He stretched his arms up and yawned again.  He stood naked on his
back porch, looking out over his yard.  He knew he had to finish mowing
today.  Billy stood 5'6" at about 200 lbs.  He was in good shape, with a
little extra weight in the belly, but solid.  At 68 he was often guessed
ten years younger.  His once red hair had turned white, and he kept it cut
short in the traditional, crew cut style.  His deep green eyes reflected
the waters of all the oceans and seas he'd sailed in his life.  He had been
in the navy, joined up right after high school and stayed through until he
retired.  Good investments with his pay helped him buy this small area of
land.  He had five acres.  Some fruit trees, some gardening.  He was self
sufficient.  The property held an older farm house with lots of rooms and
space that had been updated.  Behind the house and into the yard a garage
and large barn completed the living area, everything set back a half mile
in from the main road.  Billy had invested in a small tractor-plow to clear
the road that first winter.  That had been five years ago.

Billy walked to the edge of the deck and stepped into his boots.  He
stooped down, and balanced himself on his right heel while he tied his left
boot.  He switched positions, tied off the right boot, and stood back up
and turned to look out over the space.  He walked down the ramp into the
yard and headed for the barn and the dog kennel beside.  Billy loved dogs.
Had loved them since he was a kid and missed them all the time in the navy.
He had four now, all brothers from the same litter.  It had been the third
November after moving in when a yellow lab bitch had shown up one morning,
looking for food.  Billy had fed her, given her water, and checked her for
a collar or tag without luck.  He cleaned her up, placed a bowl of food and
water on the deck for her and went about his work.  The girl followed him
around all day, resting, moving when he moved, and watching Billy's every
move.  By the end of the day, the two had developed a trust of each other.
Billy watched for lost and found notices of dogs but nothing appeared.
After a couple of weeks he decided to keep her.  He'd also come to realized
that she was going to drop a litter as well.  Sure enough, about four weeks
after her arrival, the old dog gave birth to four young male puppies, a
black one, two brown ones (the twins), and a yellow one.  The birth had
been hard on her, and after a week, the mother dog succumbed and left Billy
with the four pups.  He had raised them from there.  Billy and the dogs had
a close relationship.  He'd trained them well.  They were ready.

He was looking forward to noon.  Roy was to arrive by then.  He'd been
chatting with Roy online for over a year.  They seemed to have developed a
close enough connection that they were going to give the weekend a shot.
Roy was in his 50's, 5'9 about 200 lbs, with a small belly.  Short hair (as
instructed) and shaved body (again, as instructed).  He wasn't a gym boy,
but he was in good health and very sincere.  They had talked for some time
about Roy being Billy's submissive boy. Among other things, Roy was willing
to try to eat Billy's shit and be a good boy in other ways for Billy. They
were going to find out just how good of a boy Roy could be.

At noon on the dot, Billy watched the little Volkswagen work its way down
his dirt road towards the house.  Billy stood in the yard.  He had on
boots, a jock strap, and the pair of bibs in which he'd been working all
morning mowing and weeding in the gardens.  Everything was ripe with his
sweat and scent.  Roy pulled up into the driveway and parked by the garage.
He shut off the engine, took the key out of the ignition and opened the
door and climbed out.  He stretched for a moment and then turned and saw
Billy for the first time.  He smiled.  Billy smiled back.

"Welcome, boy," waved Billy.

"Hi," he waved.  "This is as nice as you described it."

"Thanks," replied Billy.  "Grab your gear and follow me into the house.  We
have some chores to finish yet."

"Yes, Sir." responded Roy.  He closed the car door, walked around to the
trunk, slid his key into the lock and popped the lid.  He reached in,
grabbed his bag, and slammed the lid back down.

Billy watched Roy walk towards him then turned and lead the way to the
house.  He walked up the ramp and onto the deck and waited at the top for
Roy.  Roy followed Billy up the ramp and paused at the top next to Billy.
They looked at each other.  Billy reached over and ran his hand through
Roy's hair.  He leaned forward and brought his lips to Roy's and kissed
him.  Roy responded and kissed Billy in return.  Billy pulled back, looked
into Roy's eyes, and smiled.

"Okay, son, let's get your gear stored, your work clothes on, and finish up
these chores so we can enjoy the evening."

"Yes, Sir," replied Roy.  "Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy," smiled Billy as he ran his hand through Roy's hair one more
time.  "Let's go."

Billy led the way into the house, through the kitchen and down the
hallway. He led Roy up the stairs to the second floor and into small room.
"Unload your things here on the bed.  Put on the work clothes I told you to
bring and meet me back out by the barn in ten minutes."

"Yes, Daddy," replied Roy, setting his bag down onto the bed and watching
Billy walk back out the door and down the stairs.  Roy quickly unpacked the
items Billy had instructed him to bring on the trip.  He stripped out of
his clothes and stood in his jock and sweat socks.  He picked up the butt
plug and the bottle of lube.  He applied the gel to the plug and, leaning
over the bed, Roy slid the plug into his ass.  He stood back up, relaxed
for a minute and then finished dressing.  He pulled on the t-shirt, slipped
on his bibs and pulled on his boots.  He literally rand down the hallway
and stairs and flew through the kitchen and out the door, slowing at the
last minute to catch the door from slamming behind him.  He walked across
the deck, down the stairs and across the yard towards the barn where Billy
stood waiting.

The two spent the afternoon finishing up the tasks around the property.
While they worked, they talked. Over the time they had talked online and on
the phone, the two knew each other's backgrounds, baggage, wants, desires,
interests and needs.  Each quickly grew at ease in the each other's
presence with Roy willingly following every direction Billy gave.  Billy
was especially pleased to see how well Roy got along with the dogs.  Roy
was almost submissive to them, shy, but clearly loving them and freely
playing with them.  Billy smiled.  By five o'clock they were finished and
headed toward the house to prepare for their evening.

"It gets dark here earlier, Dad," acknowledged Roy as he gazed upon at the
already setting sun.

"It's nice.  Let's sit out for a bit and relax.  I'll get us each a beer,
and we can enjoy the air."

Roy sat on the bench as Billy entered the house and then reappeared with
two bottles of beer.  He handed one to Roy as he also sat down onto the
bench next to him.  He tapped his bottle to Roy's and took a sip.  Roy
sipped his beer also, sipped too much which quickly went up his nose.  He
sneezed.

"Ag, he laughed.  Sorry about that, Daddy.  I don't drink much.  Sipped it
wrong."

Billy laughed and rubbed Roy's thigh.  "No problem, son.  Sip it slowly."

	They finished their beers, and Billy stretched, let out a slight
belch and rubbed his stomach through his bibs.

"I have to piss, son," was all he said.

Roy immediately set down his bottle, dropped to his knees in front of
Billy, and opened the man's legs.  He crawled forward, all the time eyeing
the crotch in front of him.  He had dreamed of this first moment.

"Look at me, son," directed Billy.

Roy looked up into Billy's eyes.

"Take it out."

With that, Billy leaned back while Roy reached up and unhooked each of the
bib tabs holding up Billy's coveralls.  He let them fall forward and he
gazed at the man's naked chest and belly.  Roy let a gasp escape in awe.
He saw Billy smile.

"Thank you, boy."

Roy continued to slide the coveralls down and off of Billy's body. He
pulled them free of the work boots, folded them, and laid them to the side.
He moved towards the sweat and piss stained jock strap, covering Billy's
cock and balls.

Roy sniffed the jock-covered crotch, and flicked out his tongue to lick
across the stained fabric.  His tongue connected with the cloth, and lights
dashed before his eyes.  He was in heaven.  He slobbered over the jock,
sucking out stains, tasting Billy.  He longed for more.  Roy withdrew his
mouth and tongue and while looking into Billy's eyes, he slowly moved the
jock strap aside and withdrew Billy's cock and balls.  He brought his lips
to the head and kissed it reverently before opening his mouth and tasting
his Dad's cock for the first time.  He closed his lips around the head and
sucked slowly, sliding his tongue around the head and piss slit.  He sucked
more of it into his mouth and down to his throat.

"Just hold it there, boy," said Billy.

Roy held still and began to fill the first drops of Billy's warm piss flow
out and onto his tongue and down his throat.  He allowed the piss to
completely fill up his mouth and then swallowed it like a man who was
desert-parched and in need of sustenance.  Roy continued to swallow down
Billy's beer piss, gulping down the steady flow for what seemed ten minutes
but was probably a third of the time.  Finally, Billy slowed his flow until
the last drops dribbled from the slit and onto Roy's tongue.  He flicked
his tongue across the head and sucked the cock back into his throat, like
sucking on a straw to get the last few drops.  Roy continued to kneel there
in front of Billy, sucking on his cock, feeling the warm night air around
his arms.

"Okay, son," began Billy.  "Stand up, strip down for me."

Roy, withdrew his mouth from Billy's cock, and knelt back.  He pushed
himself up from the deck floor and stepped back.  He unbuckled the straps
holding up his coveralls and let them drop to the ground.  He pulled off
the t-shirt, folded it, and then laid it on the deck floor.  He dropped
down to a sitting position, and pulled off first one boot and then the
other.  He stripped off his socks, and placed one inside each boot.  He
positioned them neatly next to the folded t-shirt.  Roy then removed his
coveralls, stood himself back up, folded them, and placed them on top of
the pile.  He stuck his fingers into his jock and slid it down his thighs
and legs, letting it drop to the floor.  He kicked first one foot and then
the other through the straps.  He stooped over, picked up the jock, folded
it, and placed it on the very top.  Roy stood and faced Billy, arms folded
behind him, legs slightly spread, in standard at ease position.

"Turn around, bed over, and grab your ankles, boy," demanded Billy.

Roy turned around, bent over and grabbed his ankles, exposing his plugged
butt to Billy's view.

"Very good, son.  Very good in deed.  Come on over here and sit down on
Dad's lap, Roy."

Roy stood back up, walked over to the bench and sat down across Billy's
legs.  Billy put his arm around Roy and held him in place.

"Boy, I'm glad you are here," began Billy.  "I get a good sense from you,
have for some time.  I think you will gladly do whatever I ask you to do,
Roy, am I right?"

"Yes, Daddy," replied Roy. "I have the same sense of being able to
completely trust you.  I have for a long time.  I want to be your boy and
do whatever I can to please you, Dad."

"Good boy," replied Billy.  I want you to sit here and relax on the bench
for a little bit.  I'll be right back.  Daddy's going to claim you, son.
He's going to feed you before we have dinner.  Are you ready for that, boy?
You told me you were."

Roy felt a rush go through him.  He had not done this before except with
his own at Billy's instructions.  Being here had only confirmed the deep
bond he felt he had built with Billy.  Yes, he was ready to please his
Daddy however he wanted to be pleased.

"Yes, Daddy, I am.  I want you to feed me, please.  I want you to use me
however you want to, Daddy.  I want to make you as happy as I feel being
with you."

Billy patted Roy on the head, stood up and walked into the house.  A few
minutes later he re-appeared with a chair with the seat cut out like a
toilet seat.  Roy placed it on the deck across a carpet.  He grabbed a
cushion from the bench and threw it on the floor.  He placed the chair seat
over the cushion.  He adjusted the back how he wanted it and sat down,
settling his ass into the open space.

"Crawl under here, son, and show your Dad how much you want to be his boy."

Roy's heart began to beat as he crawled across the deck and slid between
Billy's legs and under the rim chair.  Roy loved to rim, and he had been
waiting for the moment when he would be able to worship Billy, worship his
Dad's ass.  He positioned his head onto the cushion beneath his Dad.  When
Roy looked up, he was greeted with two furry cheeks, covered whitish red
hair that grew all the way to the center hole that looked invitingly down
at Roy.

Roy lay quietly under the rim chair, staring at Billy's naked ass less than
a few inches from his face.  He moved his hands over the round, hairy ass
cheeks, parting them in order to better view the his Dad's hole.  Roy could
smell the combination of sweat and shit wafting down towards him.  He
inhaled deeply.  Roy pressed his lips to the puckered hole, kissing it
softly and devoutly.  Roy continued to kiss his Daddy's butt hole, hoping
that he was making Billy feel as wonderful as he was feeling beneath him.
He slid his tongue across the puckered hole, tasting his Daddy and coating
the fur that lined the sides with spit.  He flicked out his tongue, and
flattening it, licked Billy's ass from the bottom to the top of his ass
crack, much like licking clean a plate for of those last drops.  Again and
again he slid his tongue over and over Billy's ass, slowing at the opening
and then continuing on up the crack, sometimes across each butt cheek.  He
continued to lick and suck Billy's asshole in bliss.  He licked the sweat
from the crack, top to bottom.  He nibbled clean the hairs holding back a
few remnants of an earlier shit.  He sucked, nibbled, and licked Billy's
entire ass and hole.  Roy licked his lips greedily.

Billy sat in the rim seat, feeling Roy's tongue slide across his ass cheeks
and butt hole.  He sighed in contentment and enjoyed the boy's technique.
Roy had told him he loved to eat ass.  He was proving to be correct.  Billy
sat there for over an hour and enjoyed the warm breeze flowing across his
naked body while his boy worked his tongue up his asshole.  He heard Roy'
stomach begin to growl.  "Damn, son, you are good," exclaimed Billy.
"And, it sounds like you are a bit hungry there, boy.  I think it's time
Daddy fed you something."

Roy felt his hard-on throb and leak pre-cum.  He was so ready for his Daddy
to feed him.  He longed for it.

"Yes, Daddy, please.  Please feed your boy your shit.  I want it so badly,
Daddy."

Billy reached into the little pocked connected to the chair and pulled out
a small brown bottle.  He handed it down to Roy.

"Boy, I want you to take a hit of these under each nostril and then start
loving Dad's ass again."

"Yes, Daddy," replied Roy as he reached for the bottle.  He unscrewed the
top and held it under first one nostril and then the other, taking a deep
inhale each time.  He felt the euphoric, lightheaded feeling waft over him.
He screwed the lid back onto the bottle, laid it on the floor and slid out
his tongue to find his Daddy's asshole.

Contact.  Roy's senses exploded as he slid his tongue into Billy's asshole
and felt the tip of a hard, large piece of shit.  Billy pushed the turd
closer and closer to the opening, feeling Roy's tongue sliding in and out
of the opening, feeling and tasting his dinner.  Roy looked and saw the
dark brown log emerge from Billy's asshole.  It inched out slowly.

"Suck it, son.  Suck on Daddy's shitlog like you did his cock.  Suck it
down into your throat and then bite it off and eat it all down for me.  Do
it, boy."

Roy opened his mouth and put his lips around the piece of shit.  The taste
made immediate contact with his senses.  His whole focus became eating his
Daddy's waste.  He sucked on the phallic shaped tube emerging from Billy's
asshole.  He sucked it into his mouth and open throat, swirling his tongue
around it.  He coated it with his spit, feeling its warmth against his
tongue and mouth.  He bit into it and pulled back.  He stared at the half
inch of solid log that still extended from Billy's ass.  Roy sucked on the
good three inches of shit he had in his mouth.  He chewed, took a deep
breath and swallowed.  He immediately gagged, caught himself, and then
swallowed again.  The mass slid down his throat.  Roy felt it land in his
stomach acids.  He exhaled deeply.

"Good boy, Roy.  Dad's proud of his son.  Very proud.  There's more there
for you, boy."

Roy grabbed the brown bottle, unscrewed the lid and took another hit of the
poppers.  He recapped the bottle, set it aside and put his mouth around the
piece of shit showing.  He brough his lips to Billy's asshole. He kissed
and sucked on the log.  Billy felt Roy's lips make contact with his pucker
and once again pushed.  A thick log pushed out of Billy's ass and into
Roy's open mouth.  He felt the tube slide out of him and into the boy's
mouth.  Roy's lips never lost contact with Billy's ass lips.  He felt Roy
swallow.

Roy, felt the tube of shit slide into his mouth and down his open throat.
He pushed his tongue through and broke off a piece.  It slid down his
throat as he swallowed.  He opened his throat as the piece of shit
continued to fall from Billy's ass.  Finally, Billy's asshole closed,
cutting off the last piece, the last log falling into Roy's mouth.  Roy
chewed, sucked on his Dad's shit, and then swallowed.  He felt his breath
panting; his cock was hard and throbbing.  His belly was full.  He flipped
out his tongue and ran it across Billy's ass hole, cleaning off the final
small pieces, clearing it of all remains.

Billy felt his sphincter muscle relax.  He was empty, and Roy had done more
than Billy had expected.  He was extremely pleased.  He liked Roy and now
knew that Roy was serious as well.  He looked forward to what was coming
next.

Roy stared up at Billy's cleaned ass.  He smiled in pride, feeling his
breath coming back into more normal patterns.  His heart still racing, and
his cock was still throbbing.  He was looking forward to what was coming
next.