From: Art_Fish@hotmail.com (Dr. Fish)
Subject: - BILLYTUC.TXT [01/01]
Date: Wed, 24 Dec 1997 05:19:09 GMT
Organization: St. Dismas Infirmary for the Incurably Informed

BILLY:  UNWANTED CHILD

By  James Waterson

Billy was an unwanted child; that was obvious from the first day
I moved into the building and next door to him.  It was a poor
neighborhood and I was in college as a freshman, just turned
eighteen the summer before.  It was hard enough to study with four
more years of grind ahead of you, and the shouts from next door
made it even worse.  Barely ten feet separated our doors from each
other, and one day when the shouting was at fever pitch, I opened
my own door and stepped out, fully intending to add my two cents'
worth to the shouting.  Sitting on the floor in front of the door
was Billy.

He was a handsome boy, seven years old with a shock of blond hair
and bright blue eyes.  His cheekbones were smooth ridges on his
face and my heart melted as I saw him sitting there, all alone.

"Hello." I said.

He lifted tear-stained eyes to meet mine.  "Hello."

"What's your name?"

"Billy.  What's yours?"

"Thomas.  Call me Tom.  Billy, why are you sitting here?"

"I always sit here when mommy and daddy fight." he informed me.
"They sometimes throw things.  I get in the way."

"Well, you won't be in the way at my place.  Why don't you come on
in and I'll fix some Kool-Aid."

"You got Kool-Aid?"

I grinned.  "Sure.  I still love it."  I didn't mention that, on
my budget, it was all I could afford.

We sat and chatted and watched television until the shouts died
down.  He was obviously a bright, precocious child and soon we were
best friends.

"I'd better go." Billy told me.  "Mommy always comes looking for
me when they're done fighting."

"Billy!" came a faint shout through the walls.

"See.  I gotta go."  Billy scooted to his feet and so did I.  "Can
I come back again.  Next time they fight?"

"Sure, Billy.  You and I are friends."

He motioned me down and I bent over, expecting some whispered
secret.  A moist kiss met my cheek and Billy scampered out the
door.  I rubbed my cheek contemplatively.  I was definitely
attracted to this kid.  I had a hard-on from a single kiss. Of
course, I was young and horny then, too.  I dismissed it from my
mind.  Mostly.

A few hours later came a knock at my door.  I opened to see a
harried-looking woman standing there.  "Did Billy come to see you
today?"

"Yes.  I found him sitting in the hall." I said and smiled.  "I
gave him some Kool-Aid and we sat and talked."

"All right."  She smoothed her hair down nervously.  "You're a
college student?"

"Yes.  Freshman."

"You see...I gotta get some work.  I start tomorrow, and my mother
was going to care for Billy, but she's in the hospital.  Billy told
me about you and I was wondering if you'd like to babysit him.
He's an only child."

"Well, I go to college full-time...."

She cut me off.  "Billy goes to school from eight to three-thirty.
You' only have to mind him after that.  My job will be from three
to midnight."

"All right."  I said and we discussed terms.  I made it easy on
her, getting little more than the cost of feeding Billy supper.
And the next day Billy came knocking on my door.  Again, tears
stained his face.

I immediately took him into my arms, and we talked some more.  It
seems that Billy's father that very day had walked out of their
lives.  He had come to school to say good-bye to Billy.  "Mommy's
going to be working at night, too." he confided in me.  "She told
me this morning that I was to stay with you."

"Of course." I said.  "You know you're welcome here."

"Okay."  Billy said and his arms around me, he kissed me again.
This time on the lips, full and moist.  I gulped, as his kiss was
very familiar, almost...passionate?  This was a kid, for
chrissakes!  I held him and let him stay on my lap for a while,
though I felt sure he could feel my boner stabbing his thigh.
Maybe his leg rubbed it some before he got down.  I couldn't say.

He cheered up some after a while, watching cartoons on television.
I inquired, to find out he hadn't lived in the city very long and
had no friends. That settled it; we went out and I spent some of
my college money on games for him.  We then had supper and played
the games until 8:00 p.m., nearing his bedtime.  I informed him
that he should take a bath and he agreed.  "Do you have a bathtub?"
he called from the bathroom.

"I have a shower.  You know how to use it?" I called.

"No." he informed me.  I went on in to find him nude and standing
in the shower.  "How do I wash without sitting in water?" he asked
me.

I tried to explain but he didn't understand.  Finally, he said,
"Why don't you shower with me and show me?"

"Uh, okay." I said.  This is a kid, I told myself.  This is a kid.
After a while I believed it and got undressed, sure I could comport
myself with proper dignity.  My dignity evaporated the minute I
joined him in the shower.

His stare discomfited me, and it wasn't aimed at the muscles my
work-outs were beginning to produce on my shoulders, not the
enormous amount of hair on my chest, nor my stocky legs.  He was
looking directly at my penis.  And it was noticing the attention,
slowing rising in front of his wide-eyed face.

He saw me looking at him and blushed.  "I'm sorry." he said.

I decided to treat it lightly.  Pretend it's not important, and
Billy wouldn't think so, either.  "That's okay." I said.  "You can
look at it if you want."

"I can?" he turned bright eyes and smiling face to me.  His eyes
returned to my cock, now rigid and pointing directly at him.  "Can
I touch it?  Just a little?" he begged me.

The child psychology books I'd read that afternoon said nothing
about how to handle this!  I decided to continue as I had.  "If you
want to." I managed to choke out.

He immediately reached and wrapped one warm hand around my dick and
jacked it slowly, pulling the foreskin back from the cockhead.
"I've never seen one like that." he said.

His own small penis was cut, I noticed.  "Yours is okay, too." I
said, glancing at it again.  It was definitely rising up.  I didn't
know children could have erections!

His hand was moving faster now.  This kid knew what he was doing.
And my body was stirring, rising in heat.  "Stop that, please,
Billy." I panted.

"Why?  Don't you like it?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah."  Can't have the kid think something's wrong with an
erection!  "It feels great.  But...."

His hand speeded up into a blur on my cock and I gasped, moaned in
agony.  The pool of fire was centering on my cock and I couldn't
hold out long.

"Do you know what's going to happen next, Billy?" I choked out.

"No."

"If you don't stop, I'm going to have an orgasm."

"Is that the white stuff that shoots out?" Billy asked.

"Yeah."  I panted, moaned.

"Then I want to see it." Billy said.

"Ah, ah, okay, Billy." I moaned.  "I'm going to shoot it real
soon."

"I want you to shoot it on my face." Billy said and knelt down to
where his pretty face was directly in front of my cock being
flogged by his tiny little-boy hand.

"Are...you...sure?"  My orgasm was building in me.

"Yeah.  Shoot it on my face, Tom!" Billy ordered me.

I had no choice; passion roared through me at that sweet command
from that angelic face.  I groaned, grimaced, barely kept my feet
while my load arced out and splattered Billy right on his gorgeous
face.  My white streams of come matted his blond hair, blinded his
blue eyes, coated his smooth face with long ropes of starchy come.
Billy didn't stop stroking me until at long last my body returned
to me and my orgasm was over; my penis drooping in his small hand.

"Oh, Billy, that was great!" I grunted as soon as I could.

"Did you like it, Tom?" Billy asked anxiously.

"I loved it." I grinned at him, his face still dotted with my come.
I reached down and lifted his face to mine, kissed him.  As I drew
back, Billy reached up and wiped some come off his face, put it in
his mouth.  "Tastes salty." he said.

"Yes, it does." I agreed.

"Will mine do that?" he asked, looking down at his organ.

     I followed his eyes, saw it still erect.  I took it in my hand
(thumb and forefinger, really) and jerked it.  "Let's find out."
I said and knelt down to get a better angle.

Billy leaned against the shower wall and moaned his appreciation
at my technique.  "Uh, uh, that's enough." he said after a time.

I grinned and continued.  He was in for a discovery.

"Stop, Tom, stop, uh, uh, uuuhhh!"  he groaned and thrashed about,
barely keeping his footing.  After he was done, I turned loose.

"That's what it feels like, Billy." I informed him.

He grinned at me from a come-splashed face.  "It feels great."  he
reached for the shower and turned it on, expertly adjusting the
temperature before turning it onto the shower head.

"I thought you didn't know how to shower." I grinned at him.

He grinned back.  "I couldn't think of any other way to get you in
here."

After we showered, we talked and Billy told me the source of his
wisdom.  "After Daddy left, I found some movies and put them in our
VCR.  I thought it'd be Dumbo or something, but it wasn't. It was
a man and a woman, and they did what I did to you.  The woman took
it on her face, so I figured I should."

"Is that all?" I asked while I finished drying.

"No." Billy said and took hold of my cock again.  "The woman did
this."  And took my cock into his mouth.

He wasn't an expert cocksucker.  He left his mouth too dry and
didn't stroke it correctly; my cock kept hitting teeth and the roof
of his mouth.  I lost my erection and Billy took it out, regarded
it.  "I guess it takes practice."  His hand took over for me again
and I hastened to grab his, as well.

We spent the rest of the evening jacking each other off again and
again.  Billy never seemed to tire; his young muscles could keep
it up all night if necessary.  And I was eighteen, with its
insatiable drive.  We had found our match.

I would come home and undress, wearing only a robe while waiting
for Billy to arrive.  He would enter, tear off his clothes and
attack me.  We would sit on the couch and keep our hands busy on
each other.  Upon Billy's bedtime, I would go to bed as well, his
warm, small body wrapped around mine.  On the nights his mother
would come by, we'd have the alarm set for 12:30 a.m. and rush to
dress before she returned from work.  More and more often, though,
Billy would stay the entire night at his mother's request.

She didn't seem to care for Billy at all, and Billy compensated by
coming over more and more often, staying with me often all weekend.
His mother had her boyfriends, and was grateful for my help.  I
always insisted that I was having so much fun, I thought I should
pay her.  It was the truth, too.

Billy never told his parents what we were doing, though I never
insisted.  He had figured it out for himself.  When I asked,
hesitantly, one day, he shrugged and said, "If I tell them, they
won't let me come over.  So I don't tell them."

Summer came at last, and with it a request from Billy's mother.
She and her husband were going to try to patch things up, and were
going away together for two weeks.  Could Billy stay with me?  I
almost broke my neck saying YES too quickly.  Billy moved over with
all his things, and we were in heaven.

Then, on the night before his mother was to return for him, I got
two phone calls.  One was his father.  He wanted to know if I would
tell Billy's mother when she returned that he was taking a job in
Saudi Arabia and wouldn't return for two years?  He concluded by
saying, "Why don't I send you money instead of that bitch?  It'll
get to Billy instead of her boyfriends.  Let me pay you for caring
for him, okay?"

"Okay." I said.

I was more prepared for the next call, from his mother.  "When his
father comes to pick Billy up for the summer, would you tell him
to keep Billy forever?  I'm moving in with my boyfriend and he
doesn't want kids.  It'd be best for Billy if I didn't see him
again."

"What about my money?" I asked.

"I'll send you money to care for Billy if his father leaves him
with you.  I wouldn't be surprised; that bastard talked about Saudi
Arabia.  If his father doesn't pick him up, he's all yours.  I know
it's mean but I never wanted children and Billy loves you.  Could
you take care of him for me full-time in that case?  I'll send you
all the money I can.  Just tell him I'm dead.  It's true enough,
for I never want to see Billy again."

"All right, ma'am." I said, Billy kneeling at my feet, sucking on
my cock.  He was getting very good at it, and was insatiable.  But
so was I.  "Billy can stay with me forever and ever."  I hung up
and Billy looked up at me, his eyes shining.

"You're with me forever, Billy." I said.  "What do you think of
that?"

Billy's response was to speed up his attack on my cock, sending me
into immediate orgasm.

When I caught my breath, Billy looked up, licking his lips and
said, "Does that answer your question?"

"Yes." I said.  "That answers all my questions."


God is a magician, 
Reality His trick, 
and it's all done with mirrors.