Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 15:44:51 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Todd & Bill t/t m/m dom spank anal oral

The usual warnings to all of you. This is a work of sexually explicit
fiction involving people of the same sex. None of the characters are real
as far as I know, but if they are, I'd really like to meat them. If there are
any legal reasons why you shouldn't be reading this, then don't. If your
purpose in reading this is to cause myself or others legal or other sorts of
problems, then you are specifically enjoined to NOT read this.

If you enjoy a good story where to young men get together and enjoy life,
then I hope you enjoy life by reading this. If you get your jollies off
reading this, then please help me get my jollies off by dropping a note to
the above e-mail address. Thanks, and enjoy... Jon

Todd and Bill

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.net

Copyright 1999 by the author

t/t m/m oral anal dom spank


Todd Brazdon was born rich. Bill Smith wasn't. Todd Brazdon had private
tutors and went to all the best schools. Bill Smith first attended his alma
mater, the State Reformatory for Wayward Boys, at the age of nine. He
was tutored by undertrained and underpaid staff and by older boys with
nothing to lose by beating the crap out of some snotnosed punk. Todd
Brazdon had everything he wanted. Bill Smith didn't even know what he
wanted.

Todd met Bill on a rainy, miserable day. He'd gone to the city with some
friends to do some shopping. They'd ended up being a bore so he'd wandered
off to an area of the city that quite obviously was NOT Fifth Avenue. Todd
was feeling quite risque for even being in such a run down part of the city.
He went into a small diner to get out of the rain. He was pleasantly
surprised to find out that the food was actually quite good. The malt thick
and rich and the hamburger juicy and flavorful. The fries crisp and not
greasy.

As he slowly ate, Todd watched a boy, maybe a bit older than himself,
trying to shelter from the rain under the awning outside the window
where he sat. The boy huddled in his thin coat for warmth until a car
would drive by slowly. Then he would hold the coat open and jut his loins
forward like he was advertising his basket. A couple of cars pulled up to
the curb and stopped whereupon the boy would go over and talk to the
driver through the window. Both times the boy shook his head 'No' and
returned to his stand as the cars quickly drove off. Todd realized that the
drivers may have been looking for drugs, but all the boy had to sell was
sex.

The idea that the hardfaced youth outside the window was available for
money made Todd really horny. He'd been having sex with certain of his
tutors since just before his puberty, but had never been so instantly
turned on as he was by the boy in the rain. There was something about him,
even wet and forlorn, that was immensely exciting. He was nothing like
the refined and well-educated college students that Todd was used to
sharing his body with. Instead, this youth exuded a sense of raw,
primitive, primeval sex.

Todd tapped on the window and when the boy, young man really, turned
around Todd motioned him to come inside. The kid snorted and shook his
head and turned back around to watch for customers. Todd tapped on the
window again and when the kid turned around Todd beckoned him inside
again, motioning at the food this time. The guy shrugged his shoulders as
if to say, 'What the hell," and walked down the street towards the
entrance of the diner. Todd and an old guy down at the far end of the diner
were the only customers so when the wet kid came in the diner and headed
towards him Todd noticed the waitress turn and walk into the kitchen.

The kid, very wet and somewhat blue with cold, stopped at the end of the
booth Todd was sitting in and just stood there. Todd motioned to the seat
opposite him, "Please sit down." he offered.

"What's the deal?" The wet boy asked in a suspicious, rather belligerent
voice.

"I just want to talk to you. That's all." Todd said. "If you'll answer a few
questions, I'll buy you lunch."

"You queer?" the boy demanded.

"I don't see that it matters one way or another," Todd replied. "I just want
to talk to you, not have sex with you."

"Okay. But I ain't queer, I want you to know that. You can suck my dick for
ten dollars or I'll fuck your ass for twenty, but I don't kiss and I don't do
none of that funny stuff. You understand!?"

Todd looked the kid over. He was maybe six foot to Todd's five foot nine.
Dark brown, oily, too long, unkempt hair compared to Todd's carefully
tended silver blond hairdo. His body under the revealing and less than clean
attire seemed to be hungry lean compared to Todd's own athletic leanness.
Up close he was even more sexually exciting than he'd been through the
window.

"I just want to buy you lunch in exchange for some talk. Can you handle
that?"

The guy just shrugged and then peeled off his wet jacket and threw it on
the seat against the wall before climbing in himself. The cook/owner of
the place was right behind him, "We don't let his sort in here!" he said.

"'His sort', is my guest at lunch. You can either serve us or we can find
another restaurant." Glancing around the restaurant, making a point of
noticing it's emptiness, Todd continued, "It looks to me as though you need
the business. Either send over the waitress or we'll be leaving!"

The cook, stiffbacked, walked back to his kitchen. The waitress came over
and tossed a menu in front of the lean street youth and stood there
waiting, pencil poised over her order pad. He didn't even look in the menu,
but looked at his host's plate and said, "Double cheeseburger, no onions,
fries, and a strawberry shake."

When she had written that down Todd pushed his plate towards the
waitress and said, "I'll have the same. You can remove this and be sure to
mention to the cook that I wouldn't want this order to be any different
than what I originally got."

Picking up Todd's plate, the waitress turned and performed a maneuver
that could only be called flouncing away, poorly executed as it was.

Todd shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, holding up his hands as if
to say, 'What can you expect.' Sticking his right hand out across the table,
Todd said, "Hi, my name's Todd Brazdon. What's yours?"

Cautiously, the youth took Todd's soft hand in his own, much rougher, hand
and shook it. "Bill. Bill Smith's my name."

The boys talked over lunch, and once Bill got used to Todd's guileless
bluntness they answered each others questions pretty honestly. Bill, at
nineteen, was a year older than Todd. He had few job skills and could
barely read. He supplemented whatever day work he could find by selling
his cock to old faggots on the street. He lived in whatever crash pad was
handy at the moment. He avoided selling dope and such work because his
next fall was going to be hard time under the States new "Hardened
Criminal" laws.

In return, Todd told Bill something of his life as the only son of rich
parents. He also told Bill how he'd been seduced by one of his tutors. Bill
just laughed and told Todd how he'd been raped in juvie by four teenagers
before he was even ten years old. Todd was becoming enamored of Bill,
who seemed to leak raw masculine sexuality. His odor, unwashed as it
was, inflamed Todd's desire for the lean youth. Todd knew that, unlike his
previous lovers, Bill was strictly a top, and possibly a cheat, an thief and
violent to boot. That seemed to make him all the more desirable.

When they got done eating, including the banana splits they had for desert,
they got up together and went to the cash register to pay their bill. Todd
pulled out a well stuffed wallet and gave the waitress a twenty dollar bill
and waited for the change. Carefully, pointedly counting his change, Todd
put his money away and then loudly snapped a coin down on the countertop.
"Your tip!" he loudly said before turning and walking away, leaving a
battered nickel laying behind.

The boys walked out the door and ran through the rain, skidding to a stop
under the awning of the hardware store in the middle of the block.
Laughing, they clapped each other on the back and mock punched each other
in pure teenage exuberance and high spirits. Bill hadn't been so well fed in
a while and Todd was drunk on the wanton sexuality and masculine power
of Bill.

Putting his hand on Bill's arm as they leaned, gasping for breath, against
the brick wall. "Bill, can I ask you a favor?"

Bill, a little bit wary, said, "Yeah. You've been a pretty straight dude. I
might say 'No', but ask away."

Todd, a bit embarrassed, but driven by the horniest need he'd ever
experienced, turned to face the taller boy directly and said, "I want to
know what it was like in reform school, Bill. I mean, I'll pay you and
everything, but will you take me someplace safe and treat me just like I
was a new guy at the reformatory?"

Bill got real quiet and looked Todd over carefully. "Is that what you really
want? To get beat up and raped?"

Gulping, swallowing deeply, Todd bravely said, "If that's what it takes,
then yes."

Bill, cold now, stuck his hand out. "Pay up!" he said.

Todd, groping in his wallet, handed Bill a hundred dollar bill.

"That's too much," Bill said.

"We can worry about change later," Todd replied.

Bill stuck the money in his front pocket and put his hand around the back
of Todd's neck, squeezing the nerves in the sides of his skinny throat with
his long fingers. Todd cringed from the pain but Bill just said, in a mean
voice, "Come on pussy-boy. A buddy of mine is being thrown out of his
apartment but we can go there. He likes to watch, but being watched
happens in the joint all the time anyway.

Todd turned and went where he was marched and Bill didn't let go of his
neck for even a second, letting Todd know just exactly who was in charge
and who was doing exactly as they were told and who was going to get
hurt if they didn't do exactly as they were told. Four blocks later Bill
turned Todd through the gate into an apartment complex and up the stairs
to the upper floor. Bill knocked on the door of the apartment at the end of
the row and after a brief conversation through the door they were
admitted by a tall beefy guy who obviously knew, and was known by, Bill.

Bill pushed Todd forward into the room, letting go of his neck so that he
fell sprawling on the green carpeted floor. There were packed boxes
stacked against the wall and it was obvious that someone was moving out,
for non-payment of rent as it later turned out. Bill turned to his friend and
said, "I'm going to fuck this faggot. You can watch for free if you let me
fuck him here." Bill's friend quickly agreed and told Bill to go ahead and
fuck the little bastard all he wanted too.

Bill kicked Todd in the ass. "Get up you little faggot. Get up and strip
naked!"

Todd jumped to his feet as if jet propelled but started to protest at Bill's
attitude and treatment. His protest was matched by a hard fist to his
lower belly and another to the side of his head when he bent over. In pain
and crying, Todd began to strip off his clothes. Having much less to
remove, Bill was naked before Todd was half-undressed. Taking hold of one
of Todd's flat little nipples, Bill pinched and twisted and turned it until
tears were pouring out of Todd's eyes and he was struggling to get
undressed as fast as he could.

When Todd was completely naked, Bill told him to get down on the floor on
his belly and spread his legs. Todd tried to ask if there wasn't a bed they
could use which got him slapped across the face so hard that his ears
were ringing and he was in fear of his life. Bill slapped him again and he
dropped to the floor, spreading his legs as wide as he could and begging
Bill not to hit him again. Bill got down on his knees between Todd's legs
and spit into his hand. Todd looked over his shoulder and saw Bill wiping
his spit on an eight inch long erection that jutted out of a thin pubic patch
on an otherwise hairless body.

Leaning forward, Bill spat twice into the crack of Todd's ass and then
leaned forward into push-up position over Todd with his cock pushed up
against the tiny pink opening in Todd's ass.

"You ever been fucked before, boy?" Bill demanded.

"No. Never. No one's even touched be back there before."

"I'm 'SIR' to you boy. Now, you ever been fucked before?" Asking that, Bill
jabbed forward, popping the head of his cock into the tight virgin pucker
beneath him.

Todd screamed, "No, Sir! No, Sir! Please, Sir. That hurts, Sir. Please don't
hurt me, Sir."

"If you don't want to be hurt then open up your ass, faggot!" Bill demanded
as he lunged forward and buried half his cock up inside of Todd's tight and
steamy hot boy cunt. "Open it up!"

Todd tightened his legs against Bill's knees and pinched Bill's cock
between his hard buns. Looking over his shoulder at the stud looming over
his back, Todd glanced down and saw Bill's hard cock bent down in-
between the cheeks of his ass. "Please, Bill," he said, "I really want you to
fuck me, but please let me adjust to that big cock of yours. Please." he
almost cried.

Shifting his weight from hand to hand to adjust his position moved Bill
cock from side to side in Todd's ass. Todd moaned from the movement and
Bill asked, "You like that fuck-boy? You like me moving my cock in your
ass?"

Still looking over his shoulder and staring openly now at Bill's cock in his
ass and the hanging balls behind the thick shaft, Todd stuttered out, "Oh,
yes, sir, Bill. It still hurts but I like you moving it in my ass like that.
Please be gentle, sir."

Bill slammed forward, burying the rest of his cock up inside of Todd's hot
guts. Todd fell to the dirty carpet, spread-eagled and screaming as Bill
fell to his back and started slam fucking between his tight buttocks, doing
his very best to rip the boy a new asshole. Todd clenched his asscheeks
together as tightly as he could which just made Bill fuck even harder and
the attacked asshole burn even hotter. Still screaming and begging for
mercy Todd spread his legs as wide as he could and tried to open up his
ravaged sphincter to Bill's assault. Bill wouldn't slow down his fucking
and give Todd a chance to adjust though. It was like he was trying to hurt
the new fuck-boy as much as possible. From the balls beating a tattoo
against his taint to the teeth biting into his neck, every bit of Bill's long
bony body seemed to be causing Todd pain and discomfort. But at the same
time he seemed to almost want it. Need it. Was learning and growing from
the brutal fucking he was receiving.

Bill bit down hard enough to draw blood as he arched up and punched his
cock so far up Todd's ass that his pubic hair was scouring the boy's
exposed anus. Grunting and humping he squirted hot cum past the recently
busted cherry of his new fuck-boy's cunt.

Bill no sooner finished dumping his load than he leaned back up on his
knees, brutally popping his cock out of the freshly raped asshole. Sitting
back on his haunches, he hooked his ankles over Todd's calves to hold him
in place and started spanking the little blond boy's ass with both hands.
"That was the worse fuck I've ever had you little cunt. What a dead fuck!
You just laid there and let me do all the work." Bill was raging at Todd,
alternating hands as he whaled on Todd's exposed and soon rosy cheeks.
"Get that fucking ass of your's up in the air! I'll teach you how to take a
spanking even if you never learn to fuck. Get it up! Up higher! I... said...
get... it... the... fuck... up... in... the... god... damn... air... faggot!!!"

Tears slobbering down all over his face, Todd did his best to hunch his ass
up in the air to appease this stallion that was abusing him so badly, even
though it seemed like the more he tried to please Bill, the harder his ass
was spanked.

"Now move that ass like you want it to take a fucking! Move... it!!! Yeah!
Like that! Now tilt it up and make that asshole wink at me like it wants
more cock. Move it! Beg for cock you slut. Beg for my cock up your ass or
I'm going to beat it off!"

Todd did his best to comply. Hunching his hips up and down and around in
circles to make it as inviting as he could. Working his asshole so that Bill
could see how much he wanted that fat cock back in there. Begging.
Begging, "Please, Bill. Please, Sir. Screw my ass. Fuck that big cock of
yours back up inside of me and teach me how to be a good fuck for you, Sir.
My ass is hot for you sir. Please fuck me, Bill. Use that cock of yours to
fuck me raw, Bill. I need you inside of me. Please..."

Bill fell forward back onto his hands again, punching his cock completely
up inside of Todd with one accurate fuck stroke. Todd seemed to go crazy
on the fuckstick up his ass. Twisting and turning and sucking at Bill's cock
like it was the only thing in the world that could save his life. Bill
fuckstroked hard into the squirming butt as both boys fucked each other as
hard as they could, slamming together in a rage of passionate lust.

Todd felt something hot hitting his right side and turned his head and saw
Bill's friend jerking off a load onto his side and Bill's arm. 'What a wimp!'
he thought as he turned his head back over his left shoulder to watch the
hard bodied stud fucking his ass to a fare-thee-well. Bill looked directly
into Todd's eyes for the first time and locked his groin up against Todd's
squirming butt, pumping him full of cum with surge after surge from his
lusty loins.

Both boys finally collapsed to the dingy green rug, Bill laying in the pool
of their mutual sweat that had collected on Todd's back with his cock still
stuck up the boys pulsing ass.

They lay like that for a while. Both boys gasping for breath and trying to
regain their senses. Bill finally pulled back, more carefully pulling his big
cockhead out of Todd's ravaged ass. Slapping the cheek of Todd's ass, Bill
said, "Roll over cunt-boy." Todd looked over his shoulder at Bill and said,
"Huh?" Bill slapped his ass again, much harder. "I said, roll the fuck over
on your back you deaf cunt!"

Todd gyrated, twisting his body so as to not kick Bill while getting over on
his back as fast as he could. Bill caught his legs and pushed them up to the
recumbent boys shoulders, leaning in and stabbing his cock back inside of
the now loose and puffy sheath.

"Yeah. That's good. Now my new cuntboy is going to get fucked but good!"
Bill said, more chewing and biting at Todd's face and ears than kissing.
"Gonna fuck you good now!"

Still holding Todd's legs up to his shoulders, Bill wrapped his arms around
underneath of the boy and started working his ass over with long and
short, fast and slow, deep and shallow, hard and soft fucks mixing and
matching as the whim moved him. Todd struggled underneath of the
fucking athlete on top of him, trying to give Bill as good a ride as the fuck
he was getting. A fuck beyond anything he'd ever imagined. A mind-
bending, body-busting, soul-tearing fuck to end all fucks. Nothing could be
this good! Nothing. Yet the hard-bodied stud kept fucking Todd. Fucking and
fucking and fucking him until the sophisticated boy was nothing more than
a mindless hunk of flesh begging Bill to never stop fucking him and to fuck
him even harder. To fuck him more and more and more until Bill bit into
the side of his neck, sucking blood to the surface in a huge hicky as he
once again spewed a burning load of cum into the boys churning guts.

"No! No! Please don't stop. Fuck me more. Fuck me some more. I need your
cock! Please don't stop!!!" Todd begged.

Bill struggled to his feet, semi-dazed by the orgasm he'd just had.
Grabbing Todd's arm he dragged him over to the stack of boxes and draped
the boy over the lowest part of the stack. Reaching down he pulled his
wide leather belt out of his pants and doubled it over in his fist. Putting
one hand into the small of the still begging boys back, Bill started
strapping the pleading boys tight ass as hard as he could, giving the boy
what he needed the only why he knew how. His limp cock swinging back
and forth across his thighs with each stroke. Ten or fifteen strokes into
the beating Bill's cock was rigid with lust again and he dropped the belt
and fell onto Todd's arched back, sinking his throbbing cock to it's full
depth in the welcoming grasping hole, the heat of the recently tortured
buttocks inflaming his own lust to a level he'd never experienced before.

Lost in their coupling, both young studs strove to outdo each other in their
ability to fuck and incite the other to new levels of lustful endeavor.
After thrashing each other for what seemed forever Bill finally lost his
control and started humping Todd madly, holding his head down with one
hand, his butt open with the other hand and pounding cum into his ass with
his clenching butt.

Pushing back up off the blond boy, streamers of still oozing cum flying of
the end of his now numb erection, Bill said, "There you little cunt, that
should hold you!"

Todd got up from over the boxes and waggled his ass at Bill. "You call that
a fuck? A nine year old could fuck me better than that!" he challenged.

Bill put a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed the horny blond up
against the wall and kicked his feet apart, putting him into the position
that cops most liked to abuse their victims from. Grabbing the taunting
boys hips, Bill jammed his numb, but totally rigid cock up the cum slick
hole. Threatening the boy with tearing him a new asshole, Bill leaned
forward against the boys smooth back and slid his hands around to the
almost hairless groin. The boys balls were considerably larger than Bills
but his long fingers wrapped around the sensitive sac anyway. Todd's cock,
on the other hand, was slender and only four, maybe four and a half inches
long. A little boys cock with a pair of man-sized balls underneath of them.

Bill worked Todd's balls over but good while he fucked the now loose ass
and jacked on the slender cock. Todd must have been totally on edge
because he was soon screaming again as he  spewed his nut juice all over
the wall. His ass went into spastic contractions at the same time and
brought Bill to a totally unexpected climax.

Bill stepped backwards out of Todd's sloppy cunt and Todd turned to face
him a dazed look on his face. Bill put his hand on the rich boys shoulder
and pushed him down to his knees. Stepping forward he stuffed his cum
drenched and leaking cock into the soft mouth and looked down at the boy
from his towering height. "That's your tip!" he said. Todd realized that he'd
been fucked five times and wasn't going to get any change from his
hundred dollars.



Epilogue.

Since I'm not going to write any more (or less) about these two, I'll let you
know that Todd rented the apartment for Bill and set him up with
furniture and a small amount of spending money. In return Bill agreed to
fuck no other men and to be careful with any women he dated. He also
agreed to get back into school and try to "better himself".  Bill followed
Todd to Harvard Business School, attending remedial classes and then
Community College. They set up an apartment together and Bill kept Todd
on the straight and narrow with his studies, spanking his ass or otherwise
disciplining him as necessary. Todd's father approved of their
relationship, especially after he came visiting one day and Todd cut
school, missing a test, to spend the day with him. Bill pulled down Todd's
pants, right in front of his father, and spanked the boys ass and sent him
to the bedroom to study. Bill and Todd's dad talked and Bill admitted to
fucking his son's ass, frequently. Todd's dad asked him later if that was
okay with him and Todd said that it was what he both wanted and needed.

Both boys graduated from college the same week, Todd with an MBA and
Bill with dual AA's in secretarial skills and business administration, and
were feted by Todd's parents. Both boys were "hired" by the family
business and Bill remained Todd's factotum as he worked his way up the
ladder to President and Chairman of the board when his father retired.
Todd's father made sure that Bill had enough stock to be totally
independent of Todd if necessary and the boys were both "best-man" at
each others wedding. Their wives knew that the two had a special
relationship and never let that interfere with either their marriages or
childrearing. Bill and Todd kept a separate apartment in town and were
often on business trips together. While Todd was a very astute
businessman, and very much in control of his company, as soon as they
were alone Bill became his usual dominant self. He would jack Todd off
frequently and even sometimes suck his little cock. They even
experimented and had Todd fuck Bill once, but they both vastly preferred
for Bill to be the top and Todd to be the well trained bottom he had
become.

They lived and worked together well into old age when Bill's son took over
the company with Todd's son as his number one man. Before the young men
moved into their positions of power their fathers had a talk with them and
discovered that Bill's son was just as much a top as he was and that
Todd's son totally enjoyed taking care of "his man", being such a complete
bottom that it would be up to his younger brother to supply a heir to the
family dynasty, which should prove no problem as the younger boy enjoyed
sharing his brother with Bill's son and Todd's son best liked it when Bill's
son and his younger brother took turns screwing his ass all night long.

In a word, they lived happily ever after.

--- EOF ---