Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2002 21:11:42 +0100 (BST)
From: rimboy <rimboy2@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: billy's initiation: part 2

It is not my intention to offend or shock, so if you are underage or it is
illegal to read adult material where you live, please exit, otherwise enjoy,
remembering that this is fantasy sex and contains practices which are
unsafe in the real world.

Thanks for all the comments and encouragement, let me know what you
think and how far Billy should be pushed.

Mike pulled off his belt, and snapped open his flies. He grabbed Billy's
head and pulled his face into his crotch. Billy could smell Mike's
underwear. The smell of sweat, piss and mancum hit his nostrils and made
him almost faint with excitement. He could feel the massive cock beneath
the stained material, he began, instinctively, to lick and chew it. Mike
moaned. Fuck this boy was good. Pushing his face further into his groin,
Mike stroked his Billy's ass with his thick leather belt. Billy felt it and
pushed out his smooth, plump bubble butt even further, feeling the leather
and the erotic tug of the weight on his balls.

 "My God", thought Mike. "The boy really wants it. This is like a fantasy
come true"

Part 2

Mike looked down at the handsome face pushed into his crotch, the boy's
tongue and lips making the material transparent, displaying his lewdly hard
cock. The boy pushed out his smooth, tight ass, pale against the rest of
his tanned body, as Mike played the leather belt across it. A wicked
thought crossed his mind, how far could he go with this man? He strained
his cock, concentrated, forced his muscles to work. Suddenly, beneath the
boy's hard working tongue and lips, the wet patch got much bigger as Mike
let out a short burst of hot piss, soaking the material. The boy moaned, a
deep, sexy guttural moan, and clamped his mouth over the leaking head,
sucking up the hot, sweet liquid. Mike's head swam; the boy released Mike's
cockhead from his soaked CKs and clamped his lips over it. The boy's eyes
looked up imploringly, greedily, and Mike with an equal moan of pure lust,
let go the full force of his golden, hot piss.

Billy's body ached, his mind raced with sexual possibility. All the
frustration of his sexless teen years seemed to be released here with this
embodiment of pure sexual desire. He'd cum once, an enormous, copious,
burning load yet still his weighted balls ached with lust, his asshole felt
on fire, his ass longed to feel this stud's leather belt or hand, his
nipples stood rock hard, wanting more and more abuse from this man's large,
rough hands. But the scent of the stud's crotch, as his hands firmly
pressed his face against the sweaty, stained underwear had temporarily
blotted out all other desires and thoughts. He licked and chewed greedily,
heady on the slight scent of piss and the day's sweat. Then, as though the
stud could read his mind, that faint scent had become a patch of pure sweet
manpiss, Billy knew one thing, he wanted more and now, ass pushed out,
balls swinging obscenely beneath him, his slutty lips clamped round the
man's swollen cockhead, he got what he craved. He gulped down the constant
stream, letting his tongue play over the piss slit, feeling the hard flow
of hot piss. Fuck it was so SWEET. Sometimes, alone at home, in his
protracted jerk off sessions, he'd drunk his own, but now it seemed that
nothing had ever tasted this good.

The flow stopped, and Billy just began to start sucking the distended cock
head, flicking it with his tongue, when the guy pulled it out. He looked up,
the stud smiled wickedly.

"You like my piss?" He asked. Billy nodded, tried to get back to the cock,
but the guy pulled away.

"Then you'll like my ass too", he said huskily, he turned, pulled down his
workpants and CKs and bent over. Billy bent closer. Fuck! It was like the
distillation of sex! Spreading the stud's buttcheeks his sniffed deeply. A
warm, scrotal almost fungal smell of pure, feral sex hit him. The warmth
drew him in, he could see the tight pucker of the guy's asshole, the smell
brought back the images of the nights when he'd fingered his own butt
hole, desperate for sexual release, then sniffed and even sucked his own
finger. Billy closed his eyes, breathed in deeply again, pushed out his
tongue, and first running the tip round and round the rim, then rolled the
tip and pushed home, feeling the tight hole give way and give access to
his urgently pressing tongue.

It seemed like a feast. Something Billy could never have too much of.
Sometimes he lapped, getting the whole butt crack sopping wet; sometimes he
rolled and jabbed, fucking the stud's musk-scented hole with his
tongue. The guy moaned, urged him on with filthy talk. Called him a whore,
an asslicker, his bitch. Billy worked his own ass, making his weighted
balls swing, feeling his own asshole burn, twitch and pucker as he
tongue-fucked this incredibly sexy stud. Finally, Billy pulled the hole
apart with two fingers and studying the exposed butthole dived his tongue
right in. The stud reached back, pressed Billy's head firmly against his
butt then ground his ass deep onto the boy's face. It was too much, he
looked down to see Billy's second, no-hands cum load spurt across the floor
between his legs. The musky, creamy juices were added to, seconds later, by
Mike's own first orgasm - shot after shot splashed heavily onto the floor
and wall. He pushed harder against the boy's long, searching tongue and
bellowed as his orgasm seemed to connect his dick, balls and asshole in an
endless circle of pleasurable, pulsating fire.

Mike looked down as the boy, without prompting, cleaned up the pools of
thick, mixed jizz from the floor and walls. The lad's own cock and balls
still seemed obscenely distended. Fuck, had he inexhaustable supplies of
sticky, creamy boycum? Would he never satiate the boy? He looked down at
his own, still rock hard, veiny member. A last drop of cum threatened to
drop to the floor, but the lad had seen it. He squatted there watching it,
looked up at Mike imploringly. Mike nodded and the lad rushed forward,
darted out his tongue to catch the thick, syrupy droplet, then, in one
remarkable movement, swallowed Mike's 9" uncut cock down to his balls, then
began to move his lips up and down, from root to tip, his mouth obscenely
swollen by the thick pole of flesh.

Mike withdrew, stepped back, and began to strip. The boy watched, cock
twitching, and with audible moans as he revealed the hairy, muscular chest
and legs, the thick, veiny arms and hard, smooth butt.  Mike's ballsac hung
low, the two lemon-sized nuts swung heavily. His cock snapped almost
vertically to his belly. He stood naked, legs apart, wearing nothing but
his sweaty worksocks. He felt like a purely sexual animal. God how he
needed to fuck.

He picked up the belt and gestured the lad to come over. He did, his own
weighted balls and cock slapping lewdly up and down as he walked.  Mike ran
the belt over the boy's body. Catching his rock hard nips with the belt
tip, running it over his swollen balls, his pale, firm, hairless ass. The
boy trembled, breathed deeply. Mike wanted to fuck the boy, wanted him as
his own completely. Wanted to possess him.

"I want to fuck you boy" He growled deeply.

"Please, please fuck me." "Get my ass red hot, then fuck me".

Once, in the men's room at the back of garage he'd visited on a trip with
his parents Billy had found a porno mag. He'd seen porno before, of
course, even gay porno. Last summer a guy had even let him in an adult
bookstore on his brother's ID, and he'd seen lots. But this mag was
different. S&M. Guys tied, beaten, spanked, whipped. He'd hidden it in his
bag and used it for months to fuel his jerk off fantasies, he'd even tried
whipping his own butt, though it never seemed that good.

Billy's words were like a switch being clicked in Mike's head. He bent the
boy over, saw the pale globes of his virgin asscheeks, raised the belt and
brought it down. The boy flinched, let out a deep, throaty moan. A welt,
rose-red and angry, rose across the firm ass.

"You need more?" Mike asked.

"Fuck yes, please Sir, beat my ass and fuck me. Please Sir I need it so
badly" Billy demanded urgently.

The boy took 12 strokes. His ass red hot, at last he begged Mike to stop.
But Mike could feel the boy's hard cock against his thigh. Mike was hot.
The boy's ass was lewdly striped with red, he wanted to eat it, fuck it, and
whip it more. He gave it one last, hard smack with his hand, then pulled
the boy round, knelt, parted his butt cheeks and dived in

Fuck the boy tasted good. He tongued the hole deeply. While reaching
round he found the boy's hard nips and pulled and pinched them. The
boy's moans got louder, his "Yes, yeses" got more insistent. The boy was
ready. Mike stood. Placed his cockhead against the boy's wet gaping
hole, gripped the boy's slender hips and in one move pulled him back
onto his rampant, rocklike cock.

A deep, animal like groan escaped from the boy's throat. A cry of pure
lust mixed with pain and desire. As he thrust in the boy pushed back,
instinctively picking up the rhythym of animal fucking. As he fucked him,
Mike attacked his nipples, pulling, twisting and stroking them. The boy was
almost weeping with desire. With one swift move, keeping the boy
impaled, he twisted him round, pulled the boys legs up round his hips and
ass and strode to the sinks.

The cold sink cooled Billy's redhot, whipped ass, made it feel somehow even
more erotic. Billy wrapped his legs round the stud's flanks and leant back
giving him even more access to his virgin hole. In all his fantasies he'd
never imagined it this good. His nipples stood out like chips of rock, the
stud bit them, twisted them, the pain and pleasure contorted Billy's face,
and his moans grew more and more urgent. The boot, swinging back and forth
between his legs, beneath the sink, as he was fucked, dragged down his
swollen balls, stretched them and made them exquisitely painful. His whole
body throbbed with the dull, burning beat of pure sexual longing. The stud
picked him up again, walked over to the urinals, and flipped him over,
controlling him totally, almost casually. Now on his knees, ass up, face
almost in the trough as the stranger started fucking him for real. Deep,
hard, penetrating thrusts that got to the base of Billy's bowels. Opening
up the very core of his guts, scraping in and out, playing his prostate
like an instrument. The moans turned to short hard grunts, the exquisite
pleasure turned to pure animal lust. The fucking opened him up, controlled
him, and took over his whole being. He wanted it to continue forever.

It was the smell and groans of the boy that turned Mike on. The pure feral
smell of two men rutting, the pure sexual power of holding the boy impaled
on his erect cock and striding round the restroom. The sight now, of the
boy's reddened butt, pushed lewdly up, his head inches away from the
piss-stinking trough, the smell, the groans, the feel of the boy's open,
hot, wet ass, knowing that he owned him, made this sex the best he'd ever
experienced. The boy was near to cumming. He knew that. He was too, had
been for 10-15 minutes now. But he wanted the boy to cum first.  His
thrusts got deeper, harder, more animal the boy shook and sweated beneath
him, but still he pushed his ass back, meeting Mike's thrusts measure for
measure. The boy began to tense. Mike reached round, grabbed first one
nipple then the other. Finally both. The boy groaned as he twisted them
roughly, Mike felt the spasming in the boy's ass, fuck yeah he was cumming.

"Fuck yes, cum you bitch, I'm gonna make you cum, gonna make you
shoot your seed. You can't stop me, I own you, you are mine"

He pulled out, and spinned the still-spurting boy round, the look of desire
on the lad's contorted face was enough to send him over the edge. He pulled
the boy's mouth and face to his wildly twitching cock, felt the lad's hot
breath on his cockhead and came. Spurt after hot creamy spurt of ball
juice, erupted onto the boy's wildly erotic face. Six, seven, eight heavy
powerful shots. The boy caught some in his mouth let the rest drip from his
face, his hair. He sat back and grinned like a slut at Mike who grinned
widely back, watching the cum drip onto the boy's erect tits, watched as
the boy licked it off his fingers, scooped more up and licked again. All
the time catching Mike's eyes and smiling like a slut, a whore.  Fuck, Mike
loved this. They looked at each other. Tired, sweaty, satiated, yet still,
deep in their eyes, still full of desire.


Thanks for any comments, thoughts, suggestions. Where should the story
go now?