Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2014 00:58:27 -0800 (PST)
From: rwxxx13@yahoo.com
Subject: Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? Part 3

You asked, and here it is.  Part 3.  Want to thank those few of you who
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Sunday was church.  My family and my aunt and uncle all went to the same
church, so I got to see my mom and brother and sister.  We all went out to
lunch afterward.  It was nice to see them.  On the drive back home my Uncle
Larry told us that he had to go out of town.  He'd pack up as soon as we
got back home and be gone until Wednesday.

Jimmy and I spent most of Sunday afternoon playing army up on Beck's Hill.
Beck's Hill was the large wooded hill behind our side of the apartment
complex.  It was named for Beck's grocery store, which was on the other
side of the hill.  Jimmy assured me it was a great place to go sledding
during the winter, and seeing the steep slope and the wide open spaces
below I believed him.

Donna called us in for dinner at 6.  As soon as dinner ended Jimmy ran off
to play or something while I helped Donna with the dishes.  She washed and
I dried.  As we were at our task Donna told me that she would have to leave
for a couple of hours as soon as the dishes were done.  She asked if I'd
mind helping Jimmy with his bath again.  I said I didn't mind at all.

"I heard you two took a bath together," she said casually.

I immediately reddened and then felt my stomach twist as I wondered what
else Jimmy had said about last night.  Donna turned to look at me with what
seemed a knowing look in her eyes.  I dreaded what she'd say next.

"That was really smart," she said.  I was speechless.  It was, at the
least, the very opposite of what I feared she might say to me.  "I was
worried that Jimmy wouldn't behave himself if I wasn't there to help with
his bath. It was smart to take a bath with him.  You made it into a game."

"Uh... yeah.  Well, it just seemed sorta natural," I stammered.

"You're a natural," she smiled.  "A natural babysitter.  Go ahead and take
another bath with him tonight, ok?  I should be home before he has to go to
bed, so I'll take care of that."

I agreed readily enough and we finished up the dishes.  Donna grabbed her
purse and then called up the stairs.  "I'm going, Jimmy!  Tommy will help
you with your bath, ok?"

"Ok, Momma," I heard him faintly reply.

"I'll be back soon as I can," she said, then with a quick peck on my cheek
she was out the door.

I headed up the stairs, already thinking of our bath.  I wondered if Jimmy
would grab my dick again.  Heck, I imagined that with very little coaxing I
could get him to masturbate me.  I'd say it was some kind of game.  I was
smiling when I reached the top of the stairs.

"Bathtime!" I announced.

Jimmy charged out of his bedroom, already naked, his pale little penis
flopping.  "Are we gonna take a bath together again?" he asked, excited.

"Yup," I smiled.

"Yay!"

I followed him into the bathroom and began stripping off my clothes as
Jimmy adjusted the water.  After a moment I realized what he was doing.
That sneaky brat, I thought.  He didn't need any help with his bath.  He
knew exactly what to do.  Oh, well, I could hardly fault him.  If my mom
looked like his mom and wanted to help give me a bath, I'd probably fake a
bit of incompetence myself.

We had just settled into the tub when we heard the hallway door open and
Donna's voice called out, "Did I make it in time for bathtime?"

I froze, shocked.  With a click glance down I assured myself that the
bubbles were high and concealing, but still I placed my hands over my penis
under the water.

"Mom's here!" Jimmy exclaimed happily, standing up and sloshing water
everywhere.  I watched in alarm, afraid the bubbles would disperse.

Donna came around the corner smiling.  "Turns out I didn't have to go out
after all," she informed us.  I got just down the street and remembered my
meeting wasn't until tomorrow."

Her meeting wasn't until tomorrow?  Really?  Was this really happening?
Did she plan this?  My poor little mind was spinning.  Could a grown up
woman, my own aunt, be planning all this to catch me naked?  To tease me?
Was she coming on to me?  Was it a game or was my oversexed pubescent mind
just reading into everything?

Donna stood over the tub and looked down at us, me sitting, Jimmy standing.
"I'm sorry, Tommy, I can help Jimmy with his bath now if you want to have
your shower after."

What? I thought to myself, and just stand up naked and walk out of here?
No way!  "Uh, that's ok," I stammered.  "I'm already here, right?"

"Right you are," she said cheerily.  Then she turned to Jimmy.  "Is my
little man ready for his bath?" she asked.

"Yeah!" Jimmy replied happily.

Donna reached in to grab the soap and a washcloth, but stopped when Jimmy
said, "Mom, you forgot."

"Hmm?  Forgot what, Jimmy?"

"You know," he explained, "your shirt.  You're supposed to take it off so
it won't get wet, remember?"

"Oh," she said, as if surprised, but I had my doubts.  "You're right,
honey.  I don't want to get my shirt wet, do I?"

Jimmy shook his head.  "Nope."

With that, Donna began to unbutton her blouse.  I could feel my eyes
widening, and I was unable to look away as her fingers worked downwards,
slowly unbuttoning each button.  I glanced up for a moment and found her
eyes on mine, so I quickly averted them.  I couldn't look away for long
though, and soon enough they were back to watching her work on her buttons.
Eventually she reached the last visible button, and with a couple of quick
tugs she pulled the hem of the shirt out of her skirt.

Two more buttons and she was sliding her blouse off her shoulders.  She
turned around to hang it on the door handle which lead to her bedroom.
Then I watched as her arms came up behind her back and she unhooked her
beige bra.  I realized my cock was standing at attention and I grabbed it
with both hands, as if it would somehow burst up out of the water and give
me away.

I gave an involuntary gasp when Donna turned around to face us.  I didn't
know what different bra sizes were, but I knew these were pretty big.  They
looked about the size of cantaloupes my mom would buy.  Big and bouncy with
brown pointy nipples.  You could clearly see the area where her bikini
covered her, cause the flesh there was much paler.  It was my first pair of
real boobs and I was awed.

Jimmy sat back down in the tub as Donna knelt down at the side.  She took
up the washcloth once again and grabbed Jimmy's arm, starting to wash it up
and down.  I just sat there, like a lump.  Afraid to move, my eyes locked
on Donna's naked tits.

"Tommy didn't think you really took off your shirt for baths," Jimmy said.

"Oh, he didn't, hmm?  So you talked about it?" I blushed and looked away
hurriedly.

"Yeah, I told him you don't like to get your shirt wet, and I was right,
huh?"  He gave his mom his other arm.

"You certainly were," she said indulgently.  As she finished his other arm
Jimmy sat back against the wall of the tub and stuck his right leg up out
of the water.  I watched as she slowly washed his skinny leg, higher and
higher until her hand and the washcloth disappeared under the bubbles.
Then she did the same to his other leg.

Jimmy continued to yammer on, oblivious to my own inner turmoil.  Donna
answered all his questions patiently, indulgently, occasionally glancing
over at me, as if we sharing a secret, and I guess we were.  I think.  I
was so confused.

Finished with his other leg, Jimmy sat up and Donna began to soap his
chest, and then his back.  Jimmy seemed to know what was expected next and
when she finished his back he asked, "Up?"

"Up!" Donna replied cheerily.

Jimmy stood as Donna rose to her knees.  I was surprised to see that Jimmy
had a little hardon poking out, inches from his mother's face.  "I got a
boner," he announced happily.

"You certainly do," Donna replied with a smile.  "Should we get it clean?"

"Yeah, but first my butt, remember?"  Jimmy said, as if this didn't
apparently happen every day.

"Yes, sir!" she replied and Jimmy turned to the side, hardon now facing me,
as Donna swiped the washcloth up and down inside her son's ass-crack.

Jimmy giggled and faced front again.  "Now my wiener," he instructed.

Donna smiled and then laid the washcloth over the side of the tub.  She
picked up the soap and lathered up her right hand, and then she reached out
and grabbed her son's stiff little penis.  She moved her hands all around,
soaping up all three inches of mini boy meat, including his little balls,
which she rolled around her soapy fingers.

"All clean?" she finally asked.

Jimmy didn't answer right away.  His eyes were closed and his head was
tilted back a little.  "A good clean this time," he said in a tight voice.

"Oh a 'good' clean," Donna said, flashing me a little grin.

"Uh-huh," Jimmy replied.

Then Donna wrapped her fist around her son's little cock and began an
obvious jacking motion, one with witch I was intimately familiar.  I could
hear the squelching sound of soapy hand on cock as she maintained a quick
and steady rhythm.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  My aunt, my
cousin's own mother, was jacking his cock.  And from the little grunts and
tightly squeezed eyes, from the way his little hips were starting to jerk,
I could tell he was loving it.

"I'm gonna get the feeling," Jimmy finally gasped.

"Go ahead, honey," Donna replied, glancing at me as her hand moved like a
soapy blur on her son's cock.  "Let it come."

Finally Jimmy grunted and his body shook.  With a sigh, he plopped down in
the tub, breathing hard.  I was frozen in spot.  After a few moments the
boy opened his eyes and grinned.  "I got the feeling again," he informed us
happily.

"I know you did, sweetie," Donna replied.

"Now it's your bathtime, Tommy," Jimmy said.

"Oh," I exclaimed, shocked.  I guess I had assumed they would leave and I
could somehow get out of this situation without my aunt seeing me naked.
"Uh... th-that's ok," I stammered.  "I can do it myself."  I saw Donna
looking at me with a strange light in her eyes.

"No, you have to let Momma help," Jimmy insisted.  "It's much better if she
helps.  It's fun.  Really.  Right, Momma?"

"That's right, Sunshine," she said, looking over at me.  "It wouldn't be
fair if we didn't wash Tommy too, would it?"

"Nope," he said with a grin, as if this were all a game.

"Donna, I - " I began, but she cut me off as she grabbed the washcloth
again, and then my left arm.

"Wouldn't be fair," she repeated.  She walked a bit closer on her knees
until she was right in front of me.  Until her big bare boobs were right in
front of me.

I sat there like a stone, in more ways than one, as her cloth covered hand
worked it's way up my thin arm and into my hairless armpit.  She lifted my
arm then, and leaning closer she scrubbed that area, then dipped the cloth
into the water to rinse away the soap.  "No hair there, yet?" she inquired,
making me blush.

"He has hair on his wiener," Jimmy happily supplied.

"Oh, he does, does he?" she asked with a sly smile.  I turned beet red.  I
could actually feel my face flaming.

Donna washed my other arm and then said, "Legs," with a smile.

I hesitated, afraid to move.  The bubbles had subsided quite a lot and if I
moved around too much they might disappear altogether.  Seeing my
hesitation, Donna said, "You could always stand..." trailing off, leaving
me to imagine what that might be like.  I quickly scooted my back against
the wall of the tub and lifted my left leg up out of the water, my hands
covering my dick, which despite my nervousness and near terror was still
throbbing along like nothing was the matter.  The sight of Donna's wet
boobs, the nipples stiff and poking out at me surely not helping in the
least.

I shivered as I felt Donna's cloth-covered hand move its way up my leg.  Up
and up my outer thigh to my hip, then at a diagonal until she was caressing
my inner thigh.  Then back down to my ankle.  Once she'd soaped up each of
my toes, in a way I felt had to be designed to drive me crazy, she released
my leg and motioned for the other.  This time her right hand worked it's
way up my right inner thigh.  Slowly, back and forth, and up and up, until
I felt the washcloth brush against my balls.  I gasped and jerked a little.

"Oops," Donna said with a soft smile.  "Did we touch something sensitive?"

"Did you touch his wiener?" Jimmy asked, all innocent excitement.

"Somewhere else I think," she answered with a wink.

"I bet she touched your nuts," Jimmy giggled.

I didn't answer, afraid to say anything as Donna worked her way down my
outer thigh to my right foot.  Then she let it go and gave me a look, part
playful, part teasing, and all sexy. "Ok, Tiger, kneel up."

I found myself shaking my head, unable to speak.  Jimmy jumped in.  Of
course he did.  "You have to kneel up so she can finish your bath," he
said, like I was stupid.  "Go on, it's fun."

"Yeah, it's fun," Donna grinned.  "Come on, you're a big boy, you're not
embarrassed, are you?"

I was stuck.  I quickly ran a mental checklist of my available responses to
this situation, and none of them were good.  I couldn't think of a single
way I got out of Donna seeing my boner, and as I thought about, I wondered
if maybe it wasn't such a big deal after all.  I mean, she'd probably
already sorta seen it in my underwear the other night.  And didn't I wear
those underwear just so it would show off my dick?  Didn't I really in fact
want her to see my dick?

Screwing up my courage, much as I'd done for my first trip into the boy's
shower, I gathered my legs underneath me and rose up on my knees.  I didn't
know where to look, so I just stared high on the wall opposite me.

"He's got a boner," Jimmy giggled.  "It's really big, huh, Momma?"

"It certainly is," she said with something I couldn't identify in her
voice.  Her voice sounded thicker somehow, huskier.  I glanced down and saw
that Donna was staring straight at my throbbing pubescent cock.  "It's very
big, and very hard, isn't it?" she said absently.

"You have to wash his butt first, remember?" Jimmy asked.

"Of course, honey," she replied, then she reached out both her hands and
grabbed me by the hips.  She pushed on my right and pulled on my left, so
I'd turn to face my ass at Jimmy.  As I twisted, my sensitive cock slid
along the inside of Donna's left arm.  I shivered.  I shivered again as
Donna pulled her left arm back, slowly, intentionally rubbing the inside of
her arm against my wildly throbbing dick where Jimmy couldn't see.

Then I felt the washcloth on my ass.  First the cheeks, slowly, caressing.
Then she moved into my crack, up and down.  I gasped when I felt her
cloth-covered fingers rub slow circles around the little pink rosebud of my
anus.

"Are you gonna wash his wiener now, Momma," Jimmy asked, watching all this
with some sort of childish fascination.

"Do you think I should?" she asked playfully.  "Do you think it's dirty?
Does Tommy have a dirty, dirty penis?"

"I bet it's really dirty," Jimmy said, seeing there was a joke there, even
if he didn't understand it.

"What do you think, Tommy?" she asked, staring me straight in the eye, her
voice going all husky again.  From my position kneeling in the tub, to hers
kneeling outside it, my cock was about on a level with her chin.  I watched
her eyes drop, staring at my swollen little member and then she met my eyes
again.  "Do you think I should give that a good washing?"

"A 'good' washing," Jimmy chimed in, the emphasis apparent.

"A 'good' washing," she repeated, her eyes never leaving mine.  All I could
do was nod.

Staring at my young cock again, Donna carefully squeezed out the washcloth
and laid it over the edge of the tub.  Then she grabbed the bar of soap and
began to soap up her hand.

I don't know what got into me, what gave me the courage, or perhaps
stupidity to open my mouth, but I had a quick mental image of my soapy
penis and the stinging sensation that would surely follow, and I blurted
out, "Conditioner."

I quickly raised my hand to my mouth, as if I could somehow force that word
back inside, mortified, but Donna just gave me a surprised grin, and biting
her lower lip she said, "Conditioner it is."

She quickly rinsed off her hand in the tub and, grabbing the bottle of hair
conditioner, squeezed out a big dollop in her right hand.  I watched as she
rubbed her fingers around, getting them well covered, and then she reached
for me.

First she took hold of my balls, making me gasp and causing my cock to
lurch.  Slowly, sensuously, she caressed my hairless sack, rolling my grape
sized balls gently between her slick fingers.  I shuddered when I felt the
fingernail on her forefinger scratch a path from near my asshole to the
back side of my balls.

"See, he has hair on his thing," Jimmy interjected, leaning close, watching
as his mother caressed my balls.

"He does, doesn't he, sweetie?" she purred, releasing my balls to rub a
finger thru my sparse blonde pubes.  She grabbed a few silky strands
between her fingers and gently pulled on them, stretching them out to their
full length of about three quarters of an inch.  Then, gently, lovingly it
almost seemed to me, she wrapped her hand around my shaft.

I let out a shuddering breath, my whole body trembling.  Wrapped up in her
silky, liquid fist I thought my cock had never been anywhere better.  I
couldn't imagine a better feeling than this.  Jimmy had touched me, and
that had been exciting, but Donna touched me in a way that made me feel
weak and powerful all at the same time.

Giving me a soft squeeze, Donna lifted her thumb up and ran it over my
sensitive pink cockhead.  I gave a helpless little whine of pleasure.  She
did again, then again, finally coming to circle it slowly, each circuit
ending in a gentle squeeze of her fist.  I'd never felt anything like it.
I felt like I could just melt.

Then her other hand was reaching forward, once against cradling and
caressing my small balls. Her right hand began an agonizingly slow up and
down motion.  I found myself unable to hold still.  I started to thrust my
skinny hips, pushing my cock against her hand, slowly at first, trying to
restrain myself, but then unable to stop, thrusting harder and harder.

"Is he getting the feeling, Momma?" Jimmy asked, his face now close to my
cock, his own little dick grasped in his squeezing fist.

Donna didn't answer.  Releasing my balls with her left hand she reached
behind me to take a firm grip on my ass.  Her other hand was still
maintaining its slow, steady pace, fighting against my urgent thrusts.
Then she was leaning forward.  I felt her forehead against my stomach, her
hot breath against my throbbing cock.  Her hand left my ass, and I looked
down to see her take her left breast in her hand, squeezing, pulling,
twisting her big, pointy nipple.

It was that image that sent me over the edge.  Whining like a puppy I felt
my dick spasm and then I was coming, coming harder than I ever had, my
whole body suffused with pleasure.  My vision went white and I just stood
there and shook.

I'm not sure how much time passed.  I became aware that I was sitting in
the tub, with no memory of how I'd gotten there.  My cock was still hard as
a rock, plainly visible as Donna had apparently started the tub draining
while I was away.  There was only a couple of inches of water left in the
tub.  I looked up to see Donna drying off her son.  She seemed to be
breathing as heavily as I was.  She looked frazzled.

Jimmy's voice seemed to come from a long way away, and I just caught the
tail end of what he was saying. "...the feeling, huh, Momma?"

"Yes, he did, baby," Donna replied softly.

"He looks sleepy."

"I think we all are, Jimmy," she said.  Then she gave him a light slap on
his bare ass and said, "Off to bed with you, sunshine.  I'll be in in a
minute to tuck you in."

"Ok, Momma," he said, and then he was gone.

Then it was just the two of us.  Donna caught my eye.  I didn't have a clue
what she was thinking.  Heck, I wasn't even sure what I was thinking.  I
saw her look down at my cock, and a look I couldn't decipher passed over
her face.

"Can you dry yourself off, Tommy?" she asked.

I managed a nod.

"Ok, then," she said.  "Sleep tight."
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The next morning was weird.  After I'd dried myself off and gone to my room
I'd fallen asleep almost instantly.  In the morning I was awoken by Donna,
but instead of her normal means of waking me, with a soft voice and a hand
on my shoulder, she just called my name from the doorway and then closed
the door again once she saw that I was awake.

Donna wasn't at the breakfast table when I went downstairs.  There was a
plate of food for me, and Jimmy was happy to talk about... something.  I
don't even remember.  When asked, he said his mom had told him she was
going to the bathroom.  She still hadn't shown up when I finally had to
leave for school.

I was distracted all morning, which my teachers all sensed.  I was told
more than once to get my head out of the clouds, or some version of that.
I just couldn't get last night out of my head.  I mean, on one hand it was
pretty amazing.  Donna had jerked me off.  Really and truly jerked me off.
Ok, it was sorta disguised as cleaning me, but I knew what had really
happened and so did she.  Hell, so did Jimmy, to whom she'd done the same
thing and had apparently been doing for awhile.

On the other hand, Donna was my aunt.  A relative.  My mom's brother's
wife.  And a grownup.  And a mother.  She was hot, but she was also old.
Like... 30.  That was kinda weird.  I didn't even see why she would want to
do it.  To a little kid.  Did I make her horny?  Was that even possible?
But what other explanation was there?

"Earth to Tommy," I heard.  I started, realizing it wasn't the first time
I'd heard that and turned to my left to see Billy walking beside me, a shy
grin on his face.  I felt myself smiling in return.

"Hey, Billy."

"You were like a million miles away.  You ok?" he asked.

I shrugged off my confusion and doubts and grinned, happy to see my friend.
"I'm ok.  What's up?"

"Well, gym class I guess," he said, arching his eyebrows and indicating the
locker-room which was just ahead of us.  Seemed I'd been on auto-pilot.

"Oh, uh, right."

Billy's face turned a bit more serious, and a bit hesitant. "So... you
think maybe after school...?"

Billy had been trying to get together after school since like the third day
after we met.  At first he'd invited me to his house, but I explained that
I had to watch my cousin.  Then he'd wanted to come over there.  With all
the weird stuff happening I hadn't wanted him over, and things had just
gotten weirder!  However, I thought Billy would be a great distraction.

"Sure!" I said, clearly surprising the other boy.  "Meet me after seventh
period, ok?  Do you need to call your mom or anything?"  I wasn't even sure
where Billy lived, but I knew he took a bus home.

"She doesn't even get home till 6," he informed me.  "I'll be at your
locker after last class."  Billy was smiling, which made me smile.  Maybe
this would be fun.
                                                   ------------------------------------------------

Billy and I stood on top of Beck's hill, staring at the apartment complex
laid out before us, discussing how cool it would be come winter to go
sledding here.  He looked really cute standing there, the wind lightly
ruffling his feathered blonde hair, his shining eyes wide with the
possibilities.  I found myself looking at his lips, so full and pink and
felt that now familiar stirring.  How screwed up was I, I thought, that not
only am I going through all this stuff with my aunt, but now I'm getting
turned on by boys too?

We headed down the hill and were shortly at our front door.  I unlocked it
and we stepped inside.  "You just wanna go to my room?" I asked hesitantly.
I was sort of embarrassed by what he would see, considering all the Disney
stuff all over the walls.  "You remember it's not really my room, right?"

"I don't care what it looks like," he said.

So we headed up the stairs.  As we walked into the room I got my first
shock.  Laid out on the bed was more underwear.  Seems Donna had wanted to
give me a new surprise.  There were 9 new pairs laid out.  I turned to
explain to Billy, but was surprised when I did at how close he was standing
to me.  Before I could even react he grabbed me and then his mouth was on
mine.

I was so surprised I didn't know what to do, but apparently my dick did.
It stiffened immediately.  Billy's lips were so soft and warm on mine.  I
felt myself melting, my body pressing against his, fusing.  His hands were
on my back, caressing, the fevered breath from his nostrils against my
cheek, and then I felt the tip of his tongue inside my mouth, the faint
taste of peanut butter from his lunch.

I'd never been kissed before.  I'd imagined it, but none of my fantasies
lived up to the reality.  This was magical.  I found my own arms wrapping
around Billy, pulling that slim body against mine.  My own tongue began
it's own hesitant exploration, a fantastically warm and squishy and very,
very intimate dance.  My cock was pressing insistently against the front of
my jeans, warmed by the heat of Billy's crotch, and I could feel his own
stiff member rubbing to the side of mine as our skinny hips writhed against
each other.

Finally the kiss broke.  It took me a moment to realize it.  I found my
eyes were closed and slowly opened them to find Billy staring at me from
only inches away, his features showing excitement in equal measures with
worry.

"I've wanted to do that for forever," he grinned shyly.

"I never kissed anybody before," I blurted, no idea why I was confessing
and feeling foolish for it.

"You're a great kisser," he assured me, a little thrust of his hips
reminding me that out throbbing dicks were still pressed tightly together.
I looked down at where our stomachs pressed together and felt myself
reddening.  Billy leaned close then, and I got a repeat of that time in the
shower as I felt his hot breath in my ear.  "You're so hard."

It was a totally embarrassing thing to say, and yet it was incredibly sexy
at the same time.  I just stood there, smelling Billy's hair against my
face.  I wasn't sure how to answer, so I just squeezed him tighter.  "Lock
the door," he whispered.

Lock the door.  I knew what that meant.  Or, at least I sort of knew what
that meant.  It meant something was going to happen.  Something naughty.
Something sexual.  I wasn't sure what, but I was pretty sure I wanted to
find out.  Billy released me and stepped aside.  I couldn't help but
glancing down, excited to see the bulging tube of Billy's cock pressing
against the front of his jeans.

I reached out to lock the door, then remembered that Jimmy would be home
pretty soon.  Inspired, I told Billy to wait a sec and then I raced into
Jimmy's room.  It only took a moment to grab the record player.  I didn't
even glance at the bear.

I hurried back to my room to see Billy standing there, a pair of new
underwear in each hand.  They were the bikini briefs.  The ones that showed
off my dick so well.  In fact, I was wearing my favorite baby blue pair.

Billy looked up, seeing me with the record player.  He held up his hands
and said, "New undies?"

I shrugged, hurrying over to my nightstand to place the record player and
plug it in.  "My aunt bought em for me."

"I like em," he said.  "They look really sexy on you."  He grinned.  I
grinned back and turned on the record.

Sugar... Sugar... Oooo.  The familiar strains of Rod's big hit spilled into
the room.  If I hadn't already been hard as a rock I would have been at
that point.  The song always made me go hard now, just thinking about what
I was most often doing when I heard it.

Turning back to Billy, I stood there, hesitating for a moment, unsure of
how to proceed.  Billy grinned, seeing my hesitation and sexily drawing me
closer with a beckoning finger.  I stepped closer and Billy reached out to
grab my hand.  He pulled me closer and pulled my hand to his face.  "You're
really beautiful, you know?" he asked, planting a little kiss on the back
of my hand.

It felt a bit odd being called beautiful instead of handsome.  I felt
myself blushing.  "I've been thinking about you a lot," Billy continued,
kissing my fingers now.  "Thinking about what we could do."  Billy's voice
was going low and husky, sort of like Donna's.  "Thinking about what I
would do," he said softly, and then my forefinger was in his mouth.  I
gasped as I felt his soft lips wrap themselves around my finger, and then
he began to slowly move his mouth back and forth on it.  I'd never felt
anything like it and I felt my legs going weak.

Billy saved me from falling by turning us and the next thing I knew I was
on my back on the bed and Billy was lying half over me, his lips once again
pressed against mine, his warm little tongue swirling inside my mouth.  I
kissed him back, hungrily this time, little mewling sounds of pleasure
escaping me.  Billy pulled back a moment, making me lift my head, eager to
continue kissing, but then he grabbed the sides of my white polo shirt and
pulled them out of my jeans.  He began to push it up around my chest and I
sat up quickly and grabbed it myself.

"You, too," I insisted, and then I pulled my shirt up and off.  I watched
Billy do the same, exposing his smooth chest.  I'd never really noticed
till now how big his nipples were.  I mean, I suppose I'd noticed, but
hadn't paid any real attention.  Who looks at boy nipples after all?  While
my nipples were about as big around as a dime, Billy's were the size of
nickles, maybe even bigger, and they seemed a bit puffy.

I didn't get a chance to ponder this difference very long, as Billy was
quickly back beside me, lying on his side and half leaning over me.  His
lips were back on mine, and as I fell into that magical kiss once again I
felt his right hand stroking my bare chest.

The kiss went on and on.  I never wanted it to end.  I could feel Billy's
hand slowly working it's way lower and lower, and I wanted to shout, 'Just
touch it already!' cause I was sure that's where he was headed.  The
anticipation was thrumming through my body.  Finally, after what seemed a
lifetime, I felt his hand slide over the waistband of my jeans and then he
was softly rubbing my cock through the denim.  I moaned into Billy's mouth,
wanting him to know I approved, while at the same time thrusting my hips,
pushing my throbbing dick into his hand, to leave no doubt.

Billy tried to grip me tighter, but the tightness of my jeans made that
impossible.  With a little growl of frustration I felt him give up and then
he was working at my waistband, first unsnapping and then unzipping my
jeans.  I moaned louder as my zipper was lowered as far as it would go and
then then Billy's hand was back on my dick, only the thin material of my
briefs between us.

My tongue swirled frantically in Billy's mouth, my left hand on the back of
his head, pulling him tighter against me.  Billy's hand squeezed me tightly
for a moment, but apparently not satisfied, it was gone a moment later.  I
almost cried out in disappointment, but before I got a chance his hand was
back, this time sliding inside my briefs to wrap itself around my bare
cock.  I shuddered and almost came right then.  I thrust into his sweaty
little fist, gasping into his mouth.

Billy pulled his mouth away from mine then, leaving me once more lifting my
head, wanting that contact to return.  I opened my eyes once again to see
that Billy was staring down at my cock, which was being slowly jacked by
his warm hand.  Without a word, never releasing his grip on my dick, Billy
slid off the side of my bed to kneel on the floor at my feet.  Finally
releasing me, he grabbed two handfuls of jeans and briefs and started to
tug.  Immediately seeing his goal, I lifted my hips and my jeans and
underwear were instantly around my ankles.  A moment later I was completely
naked except for my socks.  I was lying back on the bed, propped up on my
elbows with my legs hanging over the side.  My cock, pale and thin, bobbed
gently, not quite touching my stomach.  Billy put his hands on my thighs.
Pushing them apart just a little he knelt between them, and then I watched
in astonishment as he took my dick in his right hand and then leaned down
and took it right into his mouth.

My elbows shot out to the sides, leaving me flat on my back.  I felt Billy
do a slight adjustment to make up for the new angle, but my attention was
mostly focused on the amazing sensations coming to me through my dick.  I'd
never even imagined such a thing.  Who ever heard of putting someone's dick
in your mouth?

It was like my cock was stuck in some wet, sucking furnace.  Or maybe a
blender or... something.  I couldn't think straight.  The heat of Billy's
mouth was intoxicating.  I could feel the swirling of his tongue, the hot
pressure of his lips rising and falling, the sweet suction he would apply.

Gathering my strength from somewhere, I rose again to my elbows, my desire
to watch this overwhelming me.  Billy sensed my attention and looked up to
meet my eyes, his own blue eyes sparkling.  The sight of my dick
disappearing between his soft, pink lips made me shudder.

Seeing he had my full attention, Billy pulled back a bit, releasing my cock
from his mouth, where it stood, pink and throbbing, glistening with
wetness.  Grinning, Billy's tongue snaked out and licked the full length of
my dick, from base to head.  Pulling it towards him, he teasingly swirled
his tongue around the sensitive head.

"Do you like that?" he teased.  All I could was nod rapidly, making him
grin even wider.  "I've wanted to suck your cock since that first time in
the shower," he told me.  "I almost dropped to my knees and sucked it right
there, right in front of everyone."

I had no idea how to respond to that.  This was a different Billy.  This
Billy was wild and sexual and mysterious.  My silence seemed to amuse him.
"Rendered him speechless," he said wickedly.  Then he made me groan by
lowering his head and licking at my small, hairless balls.  I groaned
louder a few moments later when I felt him suck the left one into his
mouth, swirling his tongue around it while he slowly jacked my wet cock
with his fist.  With a grin he released my balls and then worked his tongue
to the base of my cock, toying with the spit-slick hairs there.

Billy had just teased his way back to the head of my cock, swallowing it
once again when I heard the doorknob twist.  I looked up in alarm,
realizing the music had long stopped.  "Tommy, I'm home," Jimmy called.
"What are you doin?  Can I come in?"

"Uh.." I called out in a strangled voice, looking frantically at Billy, who
just grinned around my cock and started to bob his head up and down.
"Uh... I'm not feeling good," I called out weakly.  "I'll be down in a
little while, ok?"

"Ok," Jimmy called back and then he was gone.

I flopped back on the bed once again.  Billy took that as a cue to speed
his movements.  His hands roamed all over, my thighs, my stomach, my chest,
my sides.  Soon I could feel my orgasm approaching and I began to give
little, involuntary thrusts of my hips.  The suction from Billy's mouth
grew, as if he was trying to suck my balls up through my cock.

Then it stopped.  I looked down in amazement.  Where had all the wonderful
feelings gone?  Billy was grinning at me.  "Not too fast," he said Then he
was unsnapping his jeans.  I watched with excitement as his zipper was
lowered, and then he was wriggling out of his skin-tight jeans.  I stared
eagerly at the bulging lump in his underwear, then Billy hooked a thumb in
either side and they joined his jeans on the floor.

Billy's cock looked long and lean.  It somehow seemed even bigger than it
had before.  I found his complete lack of hair oddly sexy.  Turning, Billy
lifted the needle of the record player and put it back to the beginning,
leaving me staring at his firm little ass.

Then he was back in front of me.  My eyes were locked on his swaying cock.
"Sit up," he instructed, his voice barely heard over the sound of Rod
Stewart.  I didn't hesitate.  Sitting up put my face right in front of his
groin.  I'd never seen a boy's dick from this close.  Not even my own.
Looking up, seeking permission, Billy gave me a smile and a nod.

Reaching out, I took hold of Billy's dick.  As soon as I wrapped my hand
around it I realized two things.  First, that Billy's cock was actually
bigger than mine.  I knew how much dick stuck out of the top of my fist
when I held my own.  That made Billy's dick longer by nearly an inch.  The
second thing I realized was that whatever confusion I'd been feeling about
my sexuality and sex in general, this just felt right.  Billy's slim cock
was so perfect in my hand.  Silky smooth, warm, throbbing.

Billy's dick pulsed in my hands as I studied it.  Where the head of my cock
was flared, like a mushroom or a helmet, Billy's was more streamlined.
Like a missile.  The head extended from his shaft and then quickly rounded,
like a cone.  As I watched a little bubble of liquid formed at the tip,
from the peehole, and then dripped over the side.  It was hot against my
fingers and I realized that Billy's dick was actually slick with this
liquid, quickly dispelling my first thought that it must be pee.

I released Billy's stiff penis and looked at my wet palm.  "I leak a lot,"
Billy said, apology in his voice.

"What is it?" I asked.

Billy's eyebrows rose, showing his surprise.  "It's cum," he explained.
"Well, really pre-cum."  Seeing my blank look, he said, "Don't you... you
know... squirt?"

"Squirt?" I asked, completely confused.

"Sperm," he explained.

I looked back at my hand.  "That's sperm?"

"Well, not really.  Not yet I don't think," he said, confusing me even
more.  "I just started squirting a couple months ago.  I don't think it
turns into real sperm until later.  That's just the stuff sperm swims in,
or something.  I figured you'd squirt.  You know... since you have hair."

I looked down at the sparse hairs around the base of rigid dick and then
back up at Billy.  I reached out and grabbed his dick, looking suspiciously
at the little slit in the tip, as if it would suddenly squirt me in the
eye.  "What's it like?"

Billy grinned and said, "Keep jacking me and you'll find out."

That sounded like a good plan, but I thought I had a better one.  I wanted
Billy to experience the pleasure he'd given me, but the idea of putting a
boy's penis in my mouth seemed really dirty.  And not dirty like naughty,
although that was true as well, but dirty as in dirty.  Still, the idea, so
alien to me a few minutes ago, was quickly gaining a certain allure.

So, gathering my courage, I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue, and before
I could change my mind, licked the shaft of my friend's penis.  I could
taste the stuff he called pre-cum right away.  It had a strange,
bittersweet taste to it.  I took a moment to savor it on my tongue, and
then I licked again, trying to remember what Billy had done, going from the
base, all the way up to his small cockhead.

"Suck my cock, Tommy," Billy said softly.  "Suck it."

Deciding I wasn't about to drop dead from some disease, I pulled Billy's
cock down so it was more in line with my mouth, then I carefully fit the
tip into my mouth.  With only an inch or so of it in my mouth, I closed my
lips around it, getting used to the sensation.  If Billy's mouth had been
warm and wet around my own cock, then his cock in my mouth was hot and
firm.  I could feel his pulse against my lips and I let my tongue play over
the tip of him while he hissed his appreciation.

Instinctively keeping my teeth out of the way, I slid forward, accepting
more and more of Billy's teen cock into my mouth.  Finally, with only a
slight gag reflex which was more to having it in my mouth than the thought
of it in my mouth, I felt my lips press against his hairless groin.  Fully
engaged now, I reached forward and let my hands run up the back of Billy's
thighs until I was holding two handfuls of firm ass.  Holding him then, I
pulled back until only the tip of him remained in my mouth, then, using a
light suction as he had, I slowly moved back forward, swallowing him again.

Billy groaned.  His hands went to my head, playing with my long blonde
hair.  As I slowly got into a rhythm, Billy began to match it, gently
thrusting his slim hips.  "God, Tommy, that's so good.  I knew you'd be
good."

Happy with his praise I continued to suck while my hands kneaded and
caressed his ass.  Suddenly I stopped and pulled off his cock.  He looked
down at me to see what was wrong and I said, "Tell me when you're gonna
squirt, ok?"

"Don't worry," he said.  "I was gonna warn you first.  I don't have to cum
in your mouth if you don't want."

"I mean, I just wanted to see it squirt.  To see what it looks like," I
explained.

"Ohhh," he smiled.  "Ok, I'll tell you."

Then he was back in my mouth, where everything fit perfectly.  I loved the
heat of him, the taste of him, the throbbing of his cock, the flexing of
his ass, the little gasps and moans of pleasure that let me know I was
pleasing him.  And I wanted to please him.  I wanted to make him have an
orgasm, to see his dick squirt his sperm, or cum, or whatever it was.  This
seemed like the most important thing in the world suddenly.

I must have lost myself in the wonder of what was happening.  I suddenly
became aware of Billy's voice, sounding very strained saying, "Billy,
seriously, I'm gonna cum any sec.  Stop if you wanna see it!"

I realized I'd lost myself again and I quickly stopped what I was doing and
pulled back.  Billy immediately grabbed hold of his glistening cock and
began to jack off furiously.  It was so odd seeing another boy doing that
to himself, so intimate and thrilling.  I felt my hand go to my own rigid
dick as I watched.

"Almost there," Billy gasped.  "It's coming..."

Then with a grunt Billy thrust his hips forward and a thin stream of liquid
shot at high speed out of the tip of his dick.  It actually hit me right
across my cheek and lips.  Billy saw that and gasped even louder as a
second and then a third stream of liquid spit out, hitting me in the
shoulder and then my chest, where it began to drip down my belly.

I couldn't help it.  My tongue snaked out and licked up the liquid there.
It was much like I'd tasted before, only stronger somehow.  I lifted a hand
to my belly and swiped up the stream of clear liquid running down there.  I
rubbed it between my fingers, finding it slippery.  While I was thus
engaged, Billy flopped down on the bed next to me, his hands over his head,
breathing heavily.

I scooted back on the bed, lying down on my left side and looking at him,
feeling proud of my accomplishment.  Billy's cock was still hard, a few
last drops dribbling out of the end.  I watched his chest rise and fall.
I'd caused that, and the thought made me feel really good.

After a minute I felt eyes on me and I looked to see Billy staring at me, a
smile on his face.  "You're so beautiful, Tommy."

I blushed a bit.  "You said that before," I reminded him.

"I'll say it again.  You are so beautiful.  I've never seen a boy as
beautiful as you."

I felt I needed to return the compliment, so I awkwardly said, "You're
beautiful, too."

Billy grinned.  "I'm good looking, I know, but not like you," he said.
"God, just look at you."  He rolled on to his right side and stared into my
eyes.  His hand reached out and traced the features of my face.  He brushed
my hair back behind my ear, caressed my cheek, run his thumb tenderly over
my lips.  Then he glanced down between us, where my dick was still stiff
and pointing up at our faces.

He reached down and took hold of my cock.  "You still haven't cum," he
said.

"Are you gonna suck me again?" I asked, praying he'd say yes.

Billy grinned.  "Something better."

"Better?" I asked, wondering what could possibly be better than that.

Billy nodded and turned around on the bed until his face was over my
crotch.  I rolled on to my back and he once again took me into his hot
mouth.  I was just closing my eyes, beginning to really get into it,
forgetting all about 'better' and happy with being sucked again by my
little blonde friend when he stopped.

I opened my eyes to find Billy rising.  He quickly straddled my body, his
cock right above mine.  Was he going to rub them together or something, I
wondered.  As I watched, Billy suddenly spit into his right hand and then
that hand disappeared behind and beneath him.  I was trying to figure out
what in the heck he was doing when he gripped my dick.  Then, with a bit of
subtle maneuvering, I felt something hot pressing against the head of my
cock.

"Are you ready?" Billy asked.

"For what?" I asked, still confused.

Billy grinned that grinned I was coming to love and... pressed.  I could
feel pressure against the head of my dick, and then...  Oh, God!  At first
I couldn't figure it out.  Something... something magical wrapped itself
around my cock.  Heat and wetness and tightness like something I'd never
imagined.  It slowly engulfed more and more of me, inch after inch of my
cock being swallowed and then I realized that I was inside of him.  Somehow
I was inside of Billy and it was amazing.

I felt a shudder go through Billy and he rested.  I was fully inside him
now, the tight ring of flesh gripping the base of my cock.  My eyes shot to
his and found them closed and I knew he was savoring feelings of his own.
Then they fluttered open, finding mine.

"You feel so good in me," he said.  "Do you like it?  Does your cock feel
good in my ass?"

His ass.  Of course, his ass.  Where else could it be, I reasoned.  I was
in Billy's ass.  At the thought, my cock lurched.  Billy shuddered and
gasped, "Ohhh, do that again!"

I flexed deep inside and my cock lurched again.  I was inside Billy.  In
his ass.  Somehow the thought didn't bring with it any sense of shame or
dirtiness.  Not like I'd have expected.  If he had told me he was going to
do it I'd have probably balked, but now, inside him, all I could think was
how right it felt, as if my cock had finally found it's home.

After another intentional lurch of my cock, Billy fell forward, his chest
on mine, his arms wrapping around me.  He kissed me hard on the lips and
then breathlessly whispered.  "Fuck me, Tommy.  Fuck me now!"

Fuck?  Oh my God!  Is that what I was doing?  I was fucking!  I was fucking
a boy!

I reached around and grabbed Billy's ass.  Then, shifting my legs a bit, I
began to carefully thrust my hips, driving my cock upward, spearing Billy's
ass.

"Yesss!" Billy hissed.  "That's it!  Fuck my ass!"

Then he was kissing me again, hard, his tongue in my mouth, grunting with
each thrust of my cock into the tight, hot reaches of his rectum.  I
couldn't believe how good it felt.  Billy had been right.  It was better.
Different from being sucked, but definitely better.  I began to get into a
rhythm then, luxuriating in the tight grip of Billy's ass around my cock.
As our lovemaking went on we began to sweat, the sweat somehow making it
all better.  I could hear the squelching sound of my cock working in
Billy's ass, the burp of displaced air as our tummies writhed against each
other.

"Who's in there?!" I heard suddenly as a knock came at the door.  I froze,
and Billy froze above me.  "I know someone is in there," Jimmy called
again.  I realized that the music had stopped long ago.  "Are you playing
the Rapist game in there, Tommy?  It's supposed to be my turn!"

Billy's eyebrows arched and he said softly, but with a wicked grin, "The
Rapist game?"

I blushed furiously, but a clenching of Billy's ass around my deeply buried
cock caused me to gasp.  "Jimmy," I called weakly, "I'm busy, ok?"

"You said you were sick," Jimmy called, and I could tell from the sound of
his voice his ear was pressed up against the door.  "Who's in there?  Can I
play?  Please?"

Then that oh so familiar sensation of Billy's breath in my ear, so much
more intimate with me buried in his ass, as he whispered, "So, can he
play?"

I pushed his shoulders so I could see his face and he was looking at me
with a wicked grin.  "You want to let him in?" I asked, incredulous.

Billy gave an eloquent shrug.  "He can join us if you want.  Could be fun.
Is he cute?  What's the Rapist game?"

I blushed again.  "It just happened one night," I tried to explain.  "He
caught me... you know... doin it to myself and it just sorta happened."

"Tommy?" Jimmy called again.  "I can hear you whispering!"

"Hold on!" I called loudly.  Back to Billy I said, "He's just a little
kid."

"Big enough to play the Rapist game with," Billy reasoned with a smile.

I thought about that for a second.  I remembered the way my cock had felt
snuggled between those tiny asscheeks.  The feel of his little dick in my
hand.  The look on his face as he came in his mother's hand.  My cock
lurched again.  Billy gasped and growled half in frustration as I worked my
way out from beneath him and got to my feet.  Billy moved around till he
was lying with his back on the pillows, head against the headboard, one
hand idly toying with his rigid teen cock.  The sight made my knees weak.

I stepped up to the door and laid my hand on the knob.  I heard a
scrambling on the other side as Jimmy pulled back.  "If I let you in," I
said, "you have to promise not to say anything to anybody, ok?"

"I swear!" Jimmy hurriedly replied.

With another glance at Billy, and getting another wicked grin in return, I
unlocked and slowly opened the door.  I held myself so that I was mostly
hidden behind the door, covering my nakedness.  Jimmy eagerly poked his
head around the door and his eyes widened on seeing Billy.

"You are playing the Rapist game!" he exclaimed.  "Can I play with you
guys?"

"How do you play the Rapist game?" Billy asked.

Jimmy came fully into the room, his eyes taking in our naked bodies
eagerly.  I saw his hand go to his crotch as he explained. "Well, one guy
is the rapist.  He breaks into your house and finds a boy.  Then he takes
both your clothes off and lays on top of you and rubs until he gets the
feeling."

"Oh," said Billy with a smile.  "The feeling.  And you played that game
with Tommy?"

Jimmy nodded, hand still working at his crotch, eyes locked on Billy's long
slender cock.  "Tommy said I could be the rapist next time."

"Well, you can rape me if you like," Billy smirked.  "I'm Billy."

"Ok, Billy!" Jimmy said eagerly, then he began to quickly strip.  I saw
Billy's eyes eagerly watching as Jimmy's little cock was exposed.  It was
of course already stiff as a nail.

Jimmy ran forward and jumped on the bed.  He landed right beside Billy and
immediately reached out but stopped just shy of grabbing the older boy's
cock.  "Can I?" he asked, and at Billy's nod he wrapped his little hand
around the blonde's dick.  "Yours is even bigger than Tommy's," he said
happily.  Then, "Should I rape you now?"

"Hmm," Billy said, "first let me see what you're going to rape me with."

Jimmy grinned and quickly rose to his knees, thrusting his skinny hips
forward, presenting his prepubescent cock for inspection.  Billy reached
out and took it gently between his fingers.  As he slowly stroked the
little rod he glanced at me, still standing by the door, and said, "Your
cousin's got a nice little cock on him."

Jimmy turned to me and grinned, obviously happy with the compliment, and
then gasped.  I watched his head swivel back and down to find that Billy
had taken the little treat fully into his mouth.  Jimmy's eyes quickly came
back to me and he loudly whispered, "My thingy is in his mouth!"

I knew what had happened, but I wanted to see it myself.  I quickly joined
them on the bed, kneeling down next to my cousin, watching as Billy worked
his mouth on Jimmy's skinny little dick.  Seeing me there he then moved
back and over and swallowed my cock.

"Wow," Jimmy said, awed.  "Does it feel good?" he asked me.

"He just did it to you, too," I pointed out.  "Did it feel good to you?"
Jimmy nodded.  He shivered when Billy once again switched in order to suck
his dick.

Then Billy was leaning back.  "All nice and wet," he said.  "Time to rape."
Then he grinned and shifted so that he was lying on his stomach.

"Ok!" Jimmy said happily. Then he climbed on to Billy's back and slid his
cock between the older boy's asscheeks.  He immediately began to rub
himself in that sweet cleft until Billy reached back and took hold of his
little dick.

"I'll show you how to really rape someone," Billy said, and then began to
maneuver around.  He obviously wasn't satisfied, and I realized that
Jimmy's dick was probably too little.  Then Billy got his knees under him
and thrust his ass into the air.  Taking hold of Jimmy's cock again, he
pulled the young boy forward until he had the proper position.  I felt my
own cock give a lurch as I watched my nine year old cousin's stiff little
prick disappear into my friend's asshole.

"Gross!" Jimmy said, as soon as he realized what was happening.  He started
to pull out but I was there immediately.  This was much too exciting to
watch to let it end now.

"This is how you really rape someone," I told him gently.  "It feels really
good.  Just move back and forth."

"But it's in his butthole," Jimmy complained.

"Ok," I said with a casual shrug.  "If you don't wanna play with us..."

That did the trick.  After a moment Jimmy began to slowly move back and
forth.  After maybe 5 or 6 thrusts he brought his hands to Billy's hips and
began to thrust with more confidence.

"That's it," Billy said softly.  "Mmmm, fuck me with that little cock."

I was watching, mesmerized.  Then Billy reached out and grabbed my leg and
my attention.  "Lay down in front of me," he instructed.  I did as he asked
and he immediately began sucking my cock.

"Feels really good," Jimmy said, his tiny hips working.

"Mmmmm," Billy hummed his agreement, his mouth full of my cock.  Then he
backed off with a gasp and said, "Shit, little kid knows how to work it!"
Then he was back on my dick.

After a couple of minutes Jimmy called out, "I'm getting the feeling!"

I looked up and then watched as Jimmy's eyes squeezed shut and he stopped
his thrusting, his skinny frame trembling.  "Ohhh, I can feel it!" Billy
groaned after once again releasing my cock.

With a gasp, Jimmy sat back on his haunches.  Billy immediately turned over
and lay on his back and then said to me, "Now you, Tommy!  Fuck me!"

I hesitated only a moment after kneeling between Jimmy's widespread legs,
unfamiliar with the position, then Billy's hand was on my cock, pulling me
down, then in again.  I sighed as my cock was once again buried in his ass
and Billy gasped.  "Oh!  So big!  Do it, Tommy!  Fuck me!"

I didn't need any further urging.  I buried my head into the pillow beside
Billy's and began to thrust.  After so long without cumming, after all I'd
seen and done in the last hour, I was desperate to feel that rush of
orgasm.

It didn't take long.  I was thrusting madly into Billy, his legs wrapped
behind my ass, urging me on breathlessly.  "Cumming!" Billy suddenly cried.
"Now, Tommy!  Do it now!"

I felt Billy's cock lurch between us, and the hot spray of his boycum on my
stomach as his ass gripped my cock like a vice, spasming around me.  My
balls clenched as that familiar ache grew to an explosion of pleasure that
suffused my whole body.

I was spent, lying heavily on top of my little blonde lover, sweat cooling
on my back when I felt him brush my damp hair away from my face and
tenderly kiss me on the lips.  My eyes fluttered and I found him staring at
me, a soft smile on his face.

"You were wonderful," he told me.  "But you're heavy."

"Oh!" I said, guiltily and slid off to the side.

Billy laughed.  "It's ok."  Then he leaned forward and kissed me again.

"You guys are so weird," Jimmy said.  "Boys don't kiss other boys."

Billy and I looked at one another and we started to laugh.


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