Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 08:46:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: John <amateurishwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Billy, The Precocious One (Part 2 of 2)

Warning: The following story is, mostly, a work of fiction.  Most of it
never happened, except in the author's imagination.  This story contains
graphic sex between a teenage boy and a man.  However, the author does not
encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are
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Billy, The Precocious One

Chapter Seven - The last go-round, Billy pays a visit

Spring is my favorite season.  It's the season of renewal.  The season of
rebirths and new births; as crocuses, daffodils, tulips and other
perennials break through the newly warmed and moist ground and bloom anew;
as birds lay, tend and hatch their eggs and baby rabbits and squirrels
venture out of their dens and nests for the first time.  Sometimes too,
it's the time of rekindling of friendships and relationships.

It was a warm and sunny mid-spring 1974 Saturday, just after lunch, when
the buzzer on my open back door brought me down from the attic where I had
been stowing away winter things.  As I went to the door I could see through
the screen, that it was Billy.  I smiled as I opened the door for him.

"Hey Bill.  How're you doin'?  It's good to see you."

He stood there, a slightly taller and fuller version of the lad that I
hadn't seen much of since when?  Christmas time?  New Years?  I couldn't
remember and didn't want to ask.  "C'mon in."

He stepped in with a half smile and a half look of discomfort and
uncertainty. "Hi John.  I wasn't sure that you'd recognize me `cause I grew
so much, 3 and a half inches I think."

I resisted cracking the bad joke that the double meaning in my mind tempted
me to.  "I see and you've filled out some too.  How have you been." Ugh, I
was already repeating myself but I was suddenly feeling the stirrings of
arousal.  Plain little Billy was now hot and handsome Bill.  And, from the
look of his jeans, he was sporting a bit more equipment.

He blushed a little and started to say something but a kind of adolescent
croak came out.  He cleared his throat and tried again. "I was just walking
by and saw your door was open (My back door actually faces the side road.),
so I thought I'd say hi and see what you were up to."

"Hmmmmm, I sure knew what I'd like to be up to." I thought to myself. "I
wonder if he's changed his mind."

"Well, I'm glad you did.  I've missed you.  C'mon in and sit.  Tell me what
you've been doing. Want a soda?" Now I was running off at the mouth.

We each got a soda out of the fridge and settled on the sofa in the living
room.  We chatted awkwardly for a while and then I got up and put on the
stereo.  When I sat back down I sat halfway closer to him.

After a while he got up and put his empty soda can on the kitchen counter.
Then he came back, sitting down right next to me.  I stretched out laying
my lower legs and feet up on the old coffee table.  He put his feet on the
edge of the table so that his knees were bent and raised up.  We continued
to chat about this and that.  He'd wave his hands a bit and his right knee
would occasionally lean to the right, directly over my lap.

We talked on like this for a while until, at one point he moved to look at
me as he said something important and his right knee softly settled onto my
lap.  When he'd made his point he didn't remove his knee.  As we continued
to chat I noticed that he was very slightly and gently rubbing his knee
over my now hardening cock.  I glanced at his lap and noticed that he had a
rather more prominent bulge than before.

I patted his knee with my left hand and left it there.  He didn't stop
moving it.  I didn't look at him and he didn't look at me but the
conversation had come to an end.  I moved my hand an inch or two up his
thigh and he continued to move his knee on my now hard cock.  So, I held my
breath and slid my hand all the way up his thigh and over the firm bulge in
his pants.

I spoke without looking at him. "Is this what you want Bill?"

"Yes", he whispered.  And then added; "... please."

"Are you sure?"

He kind of croaked again and cleared his throat. "I'm positive.  Can we go
to your bedroom?"

Without a word I stood up, took his hand, pulled him up with me and took
him to my bedroom.

Once in my room we stood there just looking at each other for a moment.  He
seemed like he didn't know what to do so I reached for his belt buckle and
began to unfasten it.  "Wait." He spoke in a new low husky voice. "Start
with my shirt then I'll take yours off."

He had on a button down oxford and I slowly undid the buttons from the top
down and pulled out the tails, which he had tucked in.  It had added to his
more mature and handsome appearance that I noticed when he arrived.  "You
look very good in that kind of shirt you know." I told him, as he reached
to pull my polo shirt over my head.

I paused to admire his chest and stomach as I was reaching to resume
unbuckling his belt.  He was bigger but still skinny.  However, there was
the beginnings of a mature physique there and I looked forward to exploring
it.  Thankfully though, there was still no hint of body hair.  Even under
his arms.  His belt came free and the button on his pants came open easily.
I took the tab of his zipper and slowly drew it down.  The backs of my
fingers rode up and over the bulge of his boner.  Even being distracted by
the soft moan I had caused, I took note that a not insubstantial part of
his growth had indeed been down there.

His pants slipped down his legs and he stumbled a bit as he tried to step
out of them and his boat shoes.  He quickly put his hand on my bare
shoulder to steady himself and I loved his confident touch.  Once he had
caught his balance and straightened up, I saw that his tight white briefs
held a very pleasingly large and fully erect cock.  I almost blurted out
that he was hung just like Stevie but caught myself just in time.

However, I did say, "You know Bill, I don't wear shorts so I should take
your undies off too, so that we're even."

He chuckled.

"But," I continued.  "You've clearly done some growing and I'd like to save
seeing that for last."

"That's cool," he said with a proud grin.  And then added, "As I said, I
grew about 3 and a half inches."

We both chuckled.

He ran his hand down my hairy belly and commented rather huskily, "I like
your stomach." Then he flipped my belt open and helped me to step out of my
own boat shoes and pants.  His hand wrapped around my hardon and gave it a
confident couple of strokes.

I was sensing a difference in him.  I couldn't put a finger on it.  It
wasn't just that he was more confident and mature.

Without a word I knelt down on one knee in front of him and ran my hand
over his much larger package.  Larger than I remembered from just 5 or so
months ago.  I looked up at his down turned gaze.  "Very nice Bill, very
nice indeed."

"Thanks." He smile. almost with an arrogance.  Then he moaned as I nuzzled
my face against his boner and cupped his undies covered buns.  I put my
open mouth against his now quite thick shaft and breathed out hot air on
it. "Oh God!" He moaned.  I grinned with a dirty sounding chuckle.

"I'm gonna enjoy this man." I more muttered to myself than to Billy.  I
reached up and began to draw his undies down.  I pulled the elastic out and
down exposing the head of his now full grown teenaged cock.  It was wet and
the tightly swollen glans glistened.  I dropped the undies the rest of the
way and two large golf ball sized boy balls came into view.

Then I did exclaim for Billy.  "Geez Bill, it's huge and gorgeous!"  I
couldn't help myself.

"Yeah, I know." He laughed.  "It's nearly half an inch bigger than Stevie's
but his is thicker."

I looked up to see if there was any evidence that he knew about Stevie and
I but didn't sense anything like that.  I gently wrapped my hand around him
and gave it a gentle squeeze and a stroke.  Then I stood up and asked, "You
cum a lot now?"

He moved into me so our cocks touched and then drew us into an embrace.
"Let's find out." He was past his earlier hesitance and I liked the new
found boldness.  Then I got a real surprise, a bummer of one.  "No kissing
though.  I don't really like that."

"Hmmmmmmmm," I thought to myself. "Could of fooled me the last time." But I
decided not to say anything.  It was clear to me now that he just wanted
sex.

We climbed onto my bed and lay in an embrace facing each other.  Our hands
and arms roaming all over our bodies and our legs moved about encircling
and being encircled, moving sensuously up in between or over, pulling one
another tighter together.  All as we sometimes gently and sometimes firmly,
rubbed our very hard cocks together.

My fingers slipped into his crevice and gently touched his hole.  His
breath caught in his throat.  I rolled him onto his back, licking, kissing
and nibbling my way down his body.  I held his now quite massive erection
and licked down the sensitive place where leg meets body.  He opened his
legs for me and my tongue tickled his perineum.  He groaned and shuddered
in pleasure then he lifted his legs so I could kiss and tease his tight
rosebud with my tongue.  His breath came in ragged gulps.

Slowly I licked my way back up and he lowered his legs again as I tongued
his huge full balls and started up the other side of his groin.  My cheek
rubbed the head of his cock and got smeared with a large drop of precum.  I
licked the beautiful head and heard another gasp.  I lifted it up and
slowly went down on him.

He was now long enough to slide down my throat and thick enough that I
could swallow and give him pleasure.  I did and he groaned.  I wet my
finger with saliva and, as I went back to sucking him, I moved my hand down
between his legs and he opened them up again for me.  I probed his tight
hole with my finger and he gave me more access.  I slipped it in and, while
he moaned with the pleasures of it, I got in past the second knuckle.

I paused and lifted off him. "Think you can cum twice?"

"Oh yeah.  Do it man."

I went down on him again and slowly sucked up and down, deep throating and
humming.  At the same time I moved my finger in and out and tweaked his
"G-spot."  He began to writhe on the bed and gasp loudly.  "Oh God John!
Oh God!"  I felt his penis swell as he put his hands on my head.  He
grunted and throbbed and my throat filled.  I pulled back so I could feel
his hot spurts on my tongue and taste him.  I could hardly keep up with the
flow and finally some of his cum seeped out and ran down his still pulsing
cock.  Finally his hands fell to the mattress and he sighed, "Man, I'd
almost forgotten how good that is with you."

I moved back up beside him and lay on my back.  We lay there quietly, not
saying anything for a few minutes.  I wondered if he would be concerned
with my being satisfied as well.

He was and finally sat up and bent over me taking my dripping cock into his
hot mouth.  He didn't lick or kiss around it or down to my balls but he did
spend time trying to make me feel good.  Soon I felt his fingers probing
between my legs and I opened them for him.  He awkwardly worked his finger
into me and stroked and probed for a few minutes as he sucked me.  Then he
pulled off and climbed up on top of me placing my wet cock between his
legs.  He remembered well what I liked and began to hump and to squeeze my
cock.

Then he whispered in my ear, "after you cum I'm going to fuck you."

He didn't ask.  He just stated his intention.  I was disappointed, even a
little bit pissed.  That's when I decided that I was going to fuck him too,
the next time, and every time after that.  Even if there never was the love
and affection on his part, like I had from Stevie, and even though there
had been some on my part before.  But now, that feeling was no longer
there.  I had been his sex object and now, I'm ashamed to admit, he had
become mine.  What we did now was just plain raw sex.

It took a long time but I did cum and he never asked if anything was wrong.
I handed him the kleenex and the KY and rolled onto my side with my back to
him.  He cleaned his backside and thighs of my cum, lubed up and lay down
behind me.  Then he scooched up close, worked his cock in between my buns
and probed for my hole.

I was always good at taking fairly large cocks.  Well, Stevie's anyhow as
he was the only adult sized one I'd ever had in me.  Billy's was large now
too and, even though I was a little pissed, it felt great as he carefully
worked it into me.  At least he had learned to be concerned for his sex
partner's not feeling any discomfort.  As he pushed himself home he raised
my cheek with his hand to gain a bit more depth.  Then he wrapped his leg
and arm over me and began to rut.  Short as it was, that's what describes
it best, rutting.

I admit it, I was disappointed. He grunted and came on the third or fourth
stroke.  A premature ejaculator!  In the flesh!  Even after cuming maybe
twenty minutes or so before.

***** Hindsight: All these years later I still wonder; Is Billy gay?  Bi?
Oh, I know he had sex with at least one girl.  Unknown to him, I watched it
happen.  He took her out by the reef in his father's open motorboat and
they did it.  I watched with binoculars from high up on the sun deck.  He
was done quick then too.  I almost called him up right after and offered to
"help" him learn how to "cope" with the problem.  But I didn't.  I do know
that he got married and had kids but haven't seen him in maybe 15 years,
though I have seen a picture of him on his web site.

Anyhow, all these years later I've concluded that Stevie had probably
talked with Billy and that Billy had probably decided to get some of the
action for himself by seducing me.  In any event, it was a good thing, and
I enjoyed it while it lasted.  I do feel a bit ashamed that there was no
love in it on my part and that I took advantage of Billy's need to have sex
with someone.

Now I wonder what all the other neighborhood boys thought about me back
then?  *****


Chapter Eight - Just do it naturally

The next time Billy came over he rang the back door bell and when I
answered he blurted, right out loud, "You wanna fuck?"

I about choked but laughed instead as I opened the screen door for him.  As
he passed I slipped my hand between his legs from behind and gave him a
feel.

"JESUS!" He yelped in surprise.

I cracked up.  "Well? That'll teach ya' to be so loud at my back door."

"Sorry."  He looked like he meant it.  "It's just that I'm so fucking
horny."  With that he headed for the bedroom.  As I caught up with him he
was already unbuttoning his shirt.

We both stripped and lay down together face to face.  He trembled with his
need and sighed as we embraced and our hardons came together.  For a moment
I thought that he was going to kiss me but he just buried his face in my
neck.  Our hands were all over each other as we moved our legs in and out
and around like we'd done before.

He pulled back and moved down to suck me and lick around my balls.  It
really turned me on.  Then he moved up over me so we could 69 and as his
cock slid deep into my throat I gently moved my finger around his hole.  He
sucked me in deep as well and we pleasured each other for a few minutes.
Then I pushed up on his hips so i could release his cock and move us so
that I could tongue his hole.

He responded with a gasp and then deep moans of lust as I tried to enter
him with my tongue.  He stopped moving on my dick but kept it in his mouth
as he concentrated on the pleasure I was giving him.  My mind began to work
and pictured his body.  Even though he had grown he was still small and his
bum was small and so soft and round.  I just had to feel it pressed against
my groin, as that so turns me on.  Spooning with someone smaller is so damn
hot.

"Billy?"

"What?"  He lifted off my cock to answer.

"Let me lie snuggled up behind you."

"Ah," he hesitated.  "Okay."

We moved around and lay on our left sides and I snuggled up behind him with
my cock along the crack of his ass.  He felt so nice.  Soft, smooth, small,
cuddly.  I shuddered with the pleasure of it.  But, I remembered to take
hold of his hardon to keep him happy too.  It still amazed me how big he
had become in such a short time.

We cuddled and gently moved against each other and I got hotter and hotter.
I began to think, to imagine what it would feel like to place my cock
between his buns.  To touch his hole with it's tip.  I had tried to fuck
him once and he said it hurt so I'd stopped, but now I had to at least see
what it felt like back there again.

"Billy, I'm going to put it between your cheeks and up to your hole.  I
wont try to push in though."

"Yeah, cool."  He sounded a bit excited by the idea.

I moved back and tried to aim while lifting his cheek.

"Wait," he said.  "I'll hold my cheek up and tell you when you're there."

I moved my hand and he held up his cheek.  Then I aimed and gently moved
closer.

"Oh yeah," he half moaned and let his cheek go.  "That's it.  Oh that's
hot."

I snuggled his back again and resumed softly and slowly stroking his dick.
It throbbed and he pushed back against my cock.  "Careful," I reminded him.
"I don't want to hurt you."

He reached back and put his hand on my hip and pulled gently.  "It feels
real good.  Try to push it in a little."

"You sure?"  I was concerned it would be too dry.  "Billy, let me get the
lube."

He wriggled a bit and pushed back against me.  I was getting very turned
on, as much from the idea as from the pleasureable feelings.  I wanted to
get it in him so bad now.

"Just do it naturally.  It feels plenty slippery from our spit and your
precum."

He worked his butt around and pushed back.  Part of me push forward and
part of me tried to hold back.  I didn't want to hurt him.  I felt him open
a little on the head of my cock and instinct made me press in just a bit.
Suddenly I felt him give and the ring of his tight hole slipped over the
head of my cock and tightened again just behind it.  We both stopped moving
and I marveled at how hot he was inside.

"You okay?"  My voice shook with lust as I whispered.  I was half expecting
him to push me way.

"Yeah," he panted. "Hold it there a sec."

I was near passing out from the pleasure.  "Oh God Billy, you are so fuck
hot and tight.  I may cum any second."

I heard him chuckle.  "You like that don't ya''?"

"Oh God yes."

Then, very slowly he began to press back and, with his hand still on my
hip, trying to pull me further into him.  I felt his tight ring begin to
slide up my cock.  "Push it into me John!" he gasped.

I did and then I was home.  Yes, home.  He was tighter than Stevie and I
could tell by the way he was moving that he loved me being in him, just
like his brother did.  Slowly I started to fuck.  First easy short strokes
and then faster longer ones until I was close.

"Oh God!"  I pulled out.

"What!?  Don't stop now!" he urgently groaned.

I gasped, catching my breath.  "It was too fast.  I was going to cum and I
didn't want to yet.  God you have a great ass Billy."

He pressed back against me and moved about trying to get me back inside
him.  Finally he managed it and I slid all the way back in.  It was like I
belonged there and had never left.  Soon we found our rhythm again and I
wrapped my right leg over his to bury myself as deeply as possible into
him.  His firm buns, moving against me, felt so sexy.  Then I crested over
the top and, with one final thrust, held him tight as I filled him with my
cum.  The throbs were so strong that they almost hurt.  Finally, I sighed
and relaxed, still deep inside him basking in his warmth.

"God Billy!  That was so fucking good."  I still held his very hard cock
and realized that he hadn't cum.  "Want to cum this way?"

"I'd rather fuck you.  Okay?"

I smiled.  "Sure.  How about I sit on it?"

"Huh?"

I gently pulled out, grabbed some kleenex and cleaned us up a bit.

"Okay, lie on your back."

I climbed up and straddled his legs.  Then I lubed his huge boner and moved
up over it.  "You hold your cock up and aim it as I lower down on it."

He grinned. "Cool"

His aim was good and I felt the head of his cock press into me.  Slowly I
worked down on him and he let go.  I could tell it was good for him as he
rolled his head from side to side and pushed up at me.

"How's that?"  I asked.

"God that's good.  Keep going.  Don't stop."

I liked this as I could see his face and the pleasure he was getting from
being inside me.  I squeezed down on him and he gasped.  "Oh God!  I'm
gonna cum!"

I watched as he scrunched up his face and opened his mouth in a near silent
shout of lust.  I felt him swell inside me and then he let loose.  Gasping
and grunting with each shot.  When I could see he was near done I settled
down on him with his cock still buried deep inside me.

"Good huh?"

"God John.  I think that was the best cum I ever had."

I thought to myself, "it was the longest he went before cuming, that was
for sure.  Maybe six strokes this time."

"Well buddy, looks like if I fuck you first and you fuck me after, then you
have a harder cum.  We'll have to remember that."

"You got that right!" He exclaimed.


Chapter Nine - A wild night on the boat

All my life I have loved to sail.  Back then, while I didn't own a boat I
did, on occasion, get the use of one.  It was a 27 footer that slept five
and was complete with galley and head (That's kitchen and bathroom to you
land lubbers out there.).  Anyhow, in an attempt to improve our
relationship to beyond just sex, when I learned that I could use the boat
for a couple weeks, I invited Billy to go out with me for the night.

I was pleased that he seemed excited by the idea and his parents were happy
with it as well.  His father, often away on long business trips around the
world writing for a magazine, regularly thanked me for befriending Stevie
(if he only knew) and was now glad to see that Billy was enjoying my
friendship.

We loaded our stuff onboard, including what seemed to be a ton of food, and
set out for some islands off the coast near where we lived.  The sailing
was good and I very much enjoyed showing Billy how to handle the boat and
to navigate.  He seemed to be enjoying himself as well.

The islands have a number of beautiful places to anchor and, it being a
weekend, there were lots of other boats there.  So, we had trouble finding
a fairly private place to anchor.  Finally, we had to settle for a spot
near another boat with a couple boys of maybe 11 or 12 and their parents.
Or, as we soon discovered, the parents of one of the boys and the other was
his friend.

Once we were carefully anchored and it still being early, we noticed the
boys on the other boat swimming.  They'd jump off, climb back up onboard
and jump again, laughing and giggling the whole time.  It looked like fun
so we decided to go for a swim too.  The water was crystal clear, for a
change, and very refreshing after a warm sail.  We jumped in and swam
around the boat once.  Then we dove under it a couple times, just for fun.
The last time we came up on the side facing away from the other boat and
Billy got this evil grin on.

"Let's skinny dip!"

I hesitated.  "With that other boat so close?"

He made a face.  "No one cares.  You've seen us skinny dip back home in
broad daylight and no one says anything."  He halfheartedly splashed me and
challenged, "chicken!"

I laughed and challenged back, "you first."

Next thing I knew he was slinging his suit up over the gunwale with just a
bit hanging over so he could reach it again.  I looked down and could see
in the clear water that he was not only naked but had a nice big boner.  It
was all I needed and quickly my suit joined his and I was just as hard as
he was.

Billy grinned at me.  "Feels sexy doesn't it?  I wonder if you can fuck
underwater?"

I laughed.  "I have no idea."

"Well?"

"You serious?  We don't have any lube." I pointed out.  "But now I'm pretty
horny."

Billy put his arm around me and pulled us together and wrapped his legs
around me so our cocks rubbed together.  It was sexy but they kind of
didn't slide too well and it was awkward trying not to go under.

Billy let me go and grabbed the gunwale again.  "Can I try something?"

"What?"

"Hold onto the gunwale with both hands facing the boat."

I did as he directed and then he moved around behind me and placed one hand
on my shoulders and, with the other he tried to work his cock between my
buns.  There was nothing to make it slippery but it was very sexy.  Then he
wrapped his legs around mine.  It was sort of fun but uncomfortable hanging
on for the both of us.

Just as I was about to ask him to let go, I saw a dark shape in the water
to the side and below us and, on the other side, one of the boys from the
other boat surfaced, shaking the water from his head.  "Wow!  You guys
doing it!" He nearly shouted.

I didn't have to ask Billy let go as he practically leapt off me, if that's
possible in the water.  At the same time the other boy surfaced.  "Holy
shit!  Were you guys fucking?" He exclaimed equally loudly.

"Ssssssshhhhhhhhh!  Shut up!"  I growled.  "No, we were ... well, ah, no.
He was just ... ah, fooling around."  It was hopeless to deny it but I
refused to acknowledge that out loud.

The second boy looked a bit surprised at my telling him to shut up but them
quickly said, "Don't worry, we wont tell but what were you doing then?"

Billy laughed, "I was just playing, you know, fooling around."

The other boy smiled.  "Yeah, we like to fool around that sexy way too."

"Timmy!"  The first boy glared at his friend.

"Well, we do Phillie!"  Timmy snapped back.  Then he added, "What's it like
to swim naked?"

"Sexy."  Billy grinned.  I just hung on the boat, at a loss for words, as
this went on.

Next thing I knew, both the boys were holding up their swim suits and
giggling.  I couldn't help it but looked down in the water and saw that
both were sporting cute preteen boners.

Timmy piped up with, "Wow, this does feel sexy."

Ever the careful one, I wasn't comfortable with this and suggested, "Billy,
I think I've had enough swimming."  Grabbing my suit and starting to put it
on, I added, "You stay if you like.  I'm going to lay on deck and get some
sun."  Then I started to swim around to the ladder on the other side.

Billy stayed with the two boys and after I had climbed up, dried off and
lay down, I began to pay closer attention to the boys talking softly just
below me.

"Is he your dad?"  Phillie asked Billy.

"No, he's just a friend."

Timmy seemed to be the more direct of the two boys and he got right to the
point.  "Do you have sex with him?"

I waited, holding my breath.  I wondered just what Billy would say.  I was
surprised when he turned the tables, "maybe.  Do you guys have sex?"

I could hear the pride in Timmy's voice when he said, "Yeah, lots."

"Shit Timmy!"  Phillie whispered loudly.  "We never fucked."  He added,
like that made a big difference.

Then Billy blew me away.  "Well, we do and it's awesome.  You guys should
do it."

"Oh wow!"  Timmy excitedly exclaimed.  "That is sooooo coooool.  Phillie, I
told you.  We gotta try it."

Just then, thank goodness, the parents on the other boat called out for the
boys, asking where they were.  I laughed as I heard a couple of "oh shits"
and the hurried splashes of their efforts to get their suits back on as
they shouted that they were here and were headed back.  A moment later
Billy climbed up the ladder with a shit eating grin.

I glared at him, "What did you tell them for?"

"Sorry."  He did look a bit contrite but added, "they live at the other end
of the state so don't worry.  Besides, they wont say anything."

He dried himself off and went below.  A moment later his swimsuit sailed up
and plopped on the deck.  I got up and tied the drawstrings to the lifeline
so it would dry.  I glanced below and saw that Billy was still naked as he
reached into the ice chest for a soda.  When he turned I saw that he was
hard.  I wrapped my towel around my waist and slid off my suit.  Then,
after hanging it besides Billy's, I went below.

Seeing Billy's bone got me feeling a bit randy and I started to tent out my
towel.  Billy snickered and grabbed it off me.  "Looks like you're up for
some fun."

We headed for the forward cabin that had a large `V' shaped berth with the
forward hatch right above the head of it.  There wasn't much head room so
someone Billy's size could stand in the cabin and in the hatch and have
their head and shoulders above decks.  But, it was the only space, at the
moment, with enough room for fooling around.

We rolled around feeling and rubbing and getting worked up.  Eventually
Billy went down on me and I enjoyed a few minutes of bliss from his
talented lips and tongue.  Then, as if he had heard something, he stopped.
"Wassa matta."  I moaned.

"Just a sec," he replied as he stood up and into the forward hatch to look
around.  "Oh, hi."  I heard him say.  Then I faintly heard the two boys
from the other boat.  They apparently had swum back over to ours.  I was
glad that I had pulled up the ladder because I suspected they would have
been bold enough to climb right up.

As I lay there I couldn't help but notice Billy's slowly wilting boner
practically in my face.  I couldn't resist and slid over on the bunk and
gave it a lick.  Billy gasped and then I heard him say, "Huh?  Oh, Nothing.
I just bumped my foot."  I couldn't hear the boys in the water now.  They
were on the side away from their boat again and talking in lower voices
with each other and with Billy.

I giggled to myself and gave his cock another lick and then sucked it in.
He groaned and thrust a bit at me as it grew hard again.  They must have
heard him as he again said, "Darn, I just bumped my foot again." Then he
added, "My friend?  Oh, he's lying down."

I chuckled as I moved around so I was sitting on the head of the bunk in
front of Billy and started to give him a proper blow job.  I held his buns
as he got more worked up and began thrusting a bit into my mouth.  It was
so funny hearing him trying to hold a conversation with the two boys while
getting a good sucking.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a tube of KY on a shelf.  I stopped
sucking Billy's tasty boner, got up and got the KY.  After I lubed myself
up good I stood behind Billy and poked my head and shoulders up out of the
hatch.  "Hi boys."  I waved.  "Whatcha doin'?"

Then, as we chatted I moved one hand down and aimed my lubed up dick at
Billy's crack and pushed against him.  He turned his head with a down right
evil grin and a dirty snicker and dropped both his hands down to spread his
cheeks.  The tip of my cock slipped in and past his tight ring and he
groaned just a bit too loud.

"You bump your foot again?"  Phillie innocently asked.

"Yeah," I laughed.  "It's kind of tight down there."

Billy, despite his pleasure, laughed.  "Yeah, and hot too."  Then he tilted
his head back onto my shoulder and groaned again.  I had slipped my arms
around him and up over the front of his shoulders and I slowly thrust into
him

Timmy started to grin and said something to Phillie who quickly looked back
up at us and he was blushing.

Then Timmy excitedly whispered up at me, "are you doin' it?"

I'd never done anything so risky and exciting.  I was so turned on I
couldn't answer.  I just locked eyes with him as I slid in and out of
Billy's tight hot ass with those oh so soft and round buns pressed against
me.  Billy continued to squirm and groan.  Timmy just kept softly
muttering, "oh wow, oh wow, oh wow ..."

My right hand had found Billy's cock in all the lust and had started
pumping away.  The two of us were in our own sex filled world and hardly
aware of the two boys who watched from the water.  In a moment I felt
Billy's cock swell and start to pulse.  His ass rhythmically squeezed on my
cock as he started to cum and we both exploded into intense orgasms.

Finally I returned to my senses enough to hear that Timmy was still
muttering "oh wows" and Phillie was just muttering a string of "holy
shits".

Billy rested his head back on my shoulder, catching his breath and I wiped
the sweat from my face.  Then I looked down at Timmy and Phillie again and
winked.

"Fuckin' awesome!"  They both said at the same time.

I smiled at them.  "Maybe we'll see you guys later.  I think we're gonna
take a nap right now."  Billy gave them a tired wave and slipped below.  I
waved too and followed.

We didn't see them again to talk to, but later just waved to them as their
parents headed their boat out of the anchorage before dark.

During the night a large thunder squall slowly passed through.  I've always
found them very erotic and that one was no exception.  Billy and I had
dropped the dinette table down to make a large double berth in the main
cabin and were sleeping naked together.  I was spooned up against his sweet
behind and when the distant thunder started it woke me and I got hard right
away.

Billy must have heard the thunder too or felt my boner along the crack of
his ass because he reach back between us, grabbed it and aimed it between
his buns.  Then he lifted his cheek and pressed back.  We never said a word
as between the two of us we worked my cock in him without lube, naturally,
as he liked to put it.

The wind rose and the boat began to rock.  I held him in my arms as the
boat's motion made us roll gently against each other on the bunk and so,
moved my cock inside Billy's tight hot ass.  It was slow and very sexy.  I
gently held Billy's hard cock but didn't stroke it.  The pleasure built
slowly as I enjoyed his closeness, his musty and salty boy smell and the
soft moans of his pleasure as his insides enjoyed my presence.

I held back as long as I could and then it came on me in a rush, a tidal
wave.  I moaned out loudly, "Oooohhhhh Biiiillllyyyy!"  And it must have
lasted 8 to 10 spurts.  I thought I saw stars and almost fainted, it was so
good.  Then I was catching my breath as I slowly withdrew from his warmth
and rolled onto my back.

Still panting, I was unaware of Billy's moving but in a moment I felt him
slide his arms under my legs to lift them up.  "Hold your legs up."  He
asked.  I did and in a moment I felt his lubed finger slip into me.  Then
another.  After a few moments I looked up and he appeared over me in the
dark and I felt the head of his cock at my hole.

Slowly and gently he entered me, being careful not to cause any pain.  Once
deep inside me he slid his arms under me, gripped my shoulders from behind
and started to fuck.  Slowly on the first couple strokes, then faster.  By
the fifth stroke I felt him swell within me and he buried his face in my
neck and grunted with each thrust and spurt.  Once again, it was very hot
but over all too quickly.

Spent, he rolled off me, turned away and fell asleep.


Chapter Ten - True colors

Billy and I continued to have occasional sex but the overnight boat trip
had done nothing to make the relationship any closer.  In today's terms I
suppose you could say that we were just fuck buddies.

I did try to add some interest to our sex sessions.  Once I placed a large
mirror so that we could look at our reflections as we fucked.  It was cool
once or twice but the novelty passed quickly.  Another time I used a
Polaroid camera and timer that I had to take pictures of us sixty-nining
and Billy fucking me.  I kept them and often jerked off to them when he
wasn't around.  We enjoyed porn together and it often added to the
intensity of the sex as we tried to act out what was in the films or books.

It was one of the books that eventually brought out Billy's true colors.  I
had let him take it home and after quite a while I asked for it to be
returned.  He put me off.  When I pressed him he said he'd only return it
if I gave him the Polaroid photos that I had of us having sex.  When I told
him that I wouldn't give him the pictures he said he wouldn't give back the
book.

Finally it came down to my agreeing to tear them up and flush them down the
toilet in front of him.  But, only if he brought the book and then gave it
back to me.  He resisted at first and then, when I got pissed, he relented.
I got the book and disposed of the photos to his satisfaction.  Later I
burned the films and book just in case he told someone I had them.  I was
just as paranoid then as I am now.

I know it was dumb to take the pictures but on the other hand, it was good
that I did as I'm not sure I would have otherwise gotten the book back or
learned Billy's true colors.  We never had sex again after that day.

*****

Hindsight:

Yes, now I look back and I can't believe that I was so dense, naive,
whatever, that I didn't figure out that boys talk and that stories about
people persist.  Ten years later a 16 year old tried to strike up a
friendship with me but I was trying to wean myself from seeking
relationships with boys.  Later I learned that he was gay.  Another time I
repeatedly saw a boy skinny dipping with a friend at a secluded end of a
beach near me.  He had to have seen me there, as back then I was there
often, and I believe that he purposely exposed himself in my direction.
Then he started sitting on a stone wall, where I walked past every day to
get the mail.  When he'd see me he'd awkwardly try to make conversation.
But again, I was, by then, avoiding all involvments with boys and have done
so ever since.  Those relationships are just not worth the risks,
especially these days.

*****