Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2008 11:28:46 +0000 (GMT)
From: Joe Ferns <martalgran@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Billy needs to lighten up      part 4

This bit is mostly mine though Peter tidied it up.
Always good to hear from you guys out there.
  The purple passages are my fault.

  Billy needs to lighten up         Part 4

  It was nearly half ten.  While we waited we lifted Freddie up onto one of
the benches and stripped down his jeans and shorts to have a look at his
cock.  He was still semi-comatose.  Rick held it in his palm to examine the
wound.

  "Be O.K.  What d'you think, Jake?"

  Jake took hold of Freddie's cock and squeezed it.  "Fine.  Pity, though.
I could sure have used me some fun with this."

  Rick grinned and started to unbutton his fly.  "Substitute available?"

  "Do you think I'm ready to move up a size?"

  They both laughed.  I didn't know what to say; it was pretty obvious from
their gestures what they were talking about.  We fetched some beers from
the fridge.  With Freddie stretched out on one of the benches the three of
us bunched up together on the other.  For me, there was something magical
about it.  Sitting there with a bottle of beer (I mean, drinking straight
from a bottle, not using a tumbler, how cool is that?) with a mate on each
side of me and just chatting about things.  Made me feel at home in way I
had never been home before.  Rick leaned over, rubbed his hand across my
stomach and asked if anything was happening yet. I shook my head, no.  Then
Jake stretched over like he was going to do the same except he grabbed my
balls instead.

  "Anything happening down here then, Billy boy?"

  I turned to face him and grinned.  "Soon will be if you keep at it, Jake,
my man."

  And guess what I did?  I couldn't believe myself.  I stuck my hand
between his legs and groped him!  We sat there for a minute, feeling each
other up, both of us responding boyfully to the ministrations of the other.

  "I am so fucking horny," exclaimed Jake.

  Rick said that we'd better do something about that and he started
rummaging about amongst the things in Freddie's chest.  With a cry of
triumph he produced this odd looking object.  It was black, about nine
inches long and thick as a coke can.  It had funny looking bulges at the
base and a queer top, like a helmet like the Germans wear in war movies.

  "Excellent.  Knew he had it somewheres.  Wanna loosen up before you take
on the real thing?"

  Jake grinned and started to strip off his denims and his briefs.  Clearly
something was exciting him for his penis was already curving away from his
balls which themselves were drawn so tight under the shaft that they stuck
out deliciously.  You have to hand it to Jake, he has no problems with
nudity; doesn't care who sees him in the scud, doesn't even care if he
springs a boner.  You've just got to admire him.  Rick muttered something
about 'loob' and dived back into the chest.  Meanwhile Jake finished
stripping off and leaned across the table, head in his hands, ass pointed
in my direction.  Now, this next bit you will not believe.  Believe me, you
won't.  Rick squirted something out of the bottle he had found onto the odd
black thing and then .... Oh shit, pardon my French, but ... well... he
began to poke it into ... into Jake's anus.  I stared with a horrid
fascination.  Poking a boner up somebody's ass is believable.  I mean, I
have shit out some pretty mean turds myself, some of them almost the size
of my own boner, so a boner up my ass is within the realm of the possible.
But this black thing, it was just humungous.  I mean, can you imagine
getting a coke can up your ass?  That would be like giving birth through
your anus, it just wasn't built for that sort of thing.  Nonetheless,
slowly Rick worked it in and out, pausing every so often to add more stuff
from the bottle.  While he worked away at this, Jake would sometimes throw
his head back and just let out a low moan.  Whether of pain or pleasure I
could not be sure.  Had to be a mixture of the two, I figured.  There were
times it almost looked like the whole damn thing was going to disappear
into Jake's body.

  "Hope Freddie's still got that smaller dildo for opening up Billy boy
..." murmured Jake in a voice that seemed to come from the back of his
throat.

  Opening up?  Billy boy?  OMG!  It suddenly felt very hot and stuffy in
this trailer. I had to get out of there, find some place cool before I
passed out, had to refresh myself, even take a dip in the sea maybe.  While
Rick was still very much preoccupied with wheedling that monster thing up
Jake's you-know-what, I grabbed a few towels, excused myself and stepped
outside the trailer.


  Instantly I felt better out in the fresh air, even if it was a warm
night.  It cleared my head but I still felt a little queasy in the tummy.
I strolled down to the beach and along the shore.  Then the bottom fell
out.  Suddenly, very suddenly, I felt sick with this 'time to go' pain down
in my tummy.  Whooosh!  Like I'd never whooshed before. I struggled with my
belt, tore at the zip, lifted my left leg to pull off my trousers, toppled
over onto the sand and shat all over - well, all over everything but mostly
over me.  It poured out.  It kept gushing like a foul Niagara.  And it
stank.  I had to be thankful that this had not happened in the trailer.  It
would have been unfit for human, or any other habitation, for months.
Years.

  I threw down the towels, kicked off my trainers and walked into the sea,
clothes and all. The water wasn't as cold as I had expected.  I got in
knee-deep, then pulled down my soiled pants and underwear, sat down on my
bum, and got my clothes off completely.  I rubbed the fabric together,
swirled it around in the water, in an attempt to rinse off most of the
shit.  My T shirt had been tucked in my pants.  Better clean that too.  Off
it came.  After cleaning my clothes as best I could, I got out the water
and threw my wet laundry on the beach, then headed back in the water to
clean myself thoroughly, starting with my crack.

The bright moonlight flickered across the waves making silver flashes that
lulled and soothed.  I swam around for a while before heading back up the
beach to find my clothes.  I had been walking along the shore line
searching for them, when I heard voices.  I looked up to see three figures,
further up shore, must have strolled right past me. In front were two boys,
maybe men; tall, well built, striding out purposefully.  Behind them was a
smaller, younger figure who dragged his feet as if reluctant to follow.  He
stopped and looked back straight at me!  God, I swear he saw me, bare-
naked! I held still.

  "I forgot the loob" he told the others.  They stopped.

  "You fuckin' what?"

  "Forgot the loob, I'll go back and get it, you guys go ahead."

  "Never mind, lets just go."

  "No I'm going back, see you guys later, in the trailer"

  "Suit yourself."

  Anxiously, I watched the two bigger boys resuming their walk, while the
smallest one headed back.  Then, when he was right across from me, he
stopped and turned to face me.

  "Nice cock" he observed, smiling broadly.

  I blushed because my cock was like an expanding telescope rising up to
seek out the stars. My heart was pounding, scared, excited, something.

  "Are you Tark Tawney?"
  OK, don't push it; I admit that after seeing the pics on the mobile his
was a face (?!) I wasn't going to forget.

  "Yeah, I'm Tark. Don't know who the fuck you are but you sure as fuck are
pleased to see me.."

  He laughed, smiled broadly. He shucked off his jogging pants, pulled his
top over his head and nodded his head towards the sea.

"Skinny dip?  Last in gets fucked first!"

  He raced past me. For a second I hesitated; to take part would be a tacit
acceptance of the bet.  A second later I was off in pursuit.  Well, you
work it out.  Fucked first meant something happened second.  No?


We played around in the water.  We chased each other, raced each other and
sometimes even embraced each other.  When he saw me venture out, away from
the shore, he shouted a warning that the beach shelved suddenly, became
suddenly deep.  Then he would disappear from sight until moments later I
felt something brush along my scrotum as he swam between my legs.  We were
instantly at one, immediately comfortable in one another's company.  I
sensed from the moment that we splashed into the water that I liked him, I
trusted him and that he returned these feelings towards me.  I had never,
ever felt like this before.  And I didn't know this guy!  I don't believe
in 'love at first sight'.  But I do think we can sense empathy, accord, in
that first glance, that first touch, that softness and warmth in the voice
as it first speaks.  I don't know how long we were for the water was still
warm yet cooling after the stuffy heat of the day but eventually he reached
out to take me by the hand and lead me towards the shore.

  The tide was coming in and the waves lapped and frothed along the beach.
At the water's edge Tark stopped, turned suddenly towards me, drew me to
him.  Placing a hand behind my head he pulled me to him and we kissed.
There was salt on his lips, on his tongue as it darted between my lips to
explore the surface of my teeth, push back to brush my tongue.  Following
his lead, I held his head and crushed his mouth on mine, hungry for the
taste of him.  It seemed forever.  Then he took me by the shoulders and
together we lay on the damp sand where the tide lapped.  Kissing still, our
hands explored each other's bodies with an eagerness that overwhelmed us,
engorged us both.  I felt his hand gently stroke my balls, his finger run
along the underside of my penis, encircle the ridge of my cockhead, brush
back and forth across the piss slit.  I copied his every sensuous move like
an innocent seeking knowledge.  And then his hand moved across my buttocks,
gently pressed and squeezed before his fingers swept the valley, lingering
briefly at the entrance that he sought before passing on and back and forth
again.  With his index finger he began to probe with an exquisite
gentleness that made me swoon.

  "Am I your first?" he breathed into my ear.

  I answered with a kiss, for no words would do.

  "I'll be gentle."

  While one hand worked to and fro on my anxious cock, the fingers of his
other hand eased and prised.  Occasionally he took a finger to his mouth,
sucked hungrily upon it before using his spittle to rub around and into my
boy-butt.  Caressingly, his middle finger joined his index, eased within
me, scissored gently as he prepared me.  Suddenly he rolled me onto my
stomach and, moving across my body, his tongue replaced his fingers.  The
cool waters flowed around me, the moonlight cast a silver sheen on all
around us and, from the distant trailer came a sound of drunken song.
Carried to us on the moon-mild wind its distance lent enchantment, tempered
it so that it seemed a serenade and not a ribald ditty.  He entered me
slowly, carefully, with the care of a considerate lover.  There was pain,
delicious pain of ecstasy, as his thickness passed into me.  I bit hard on
his mouth, making him laugh as we kissed.  We fucked.  At first slowly, so
that his hardness seemed to hang motionless inside me, then more urgently,
with fiercer, quicker strokes, he drove his boycock home.  All the while he
licked and kissed and bit my neck and murmured love.  I felt a surge of
passion with each drive of his hips upon me.  And then he threw back his
head, let loose a mighty sigh and sent his boymilk deep within me.  Then we
embraced in long, slow kisses as the tide seethed around our damp, hot
bodies.

  Time hung in the beauty of the night.  We talked quietly.  I told him
about me and Jake and the lost mobile.  He grinned when I told him I'd seen
him in action.  We speculated about what might be going on, up there in the
trailer.  Certainly it sounded like the beer was flowing.  The offending
video dealt with, we decided beer and sex was certain.  In my head I saw it
all play out; one Tawney brother, seeing Freddie's cock was out of action,
turning him over to violate his ass; the other, teamed with Rick, giving
Jake the fuck of his life.  I knew Rick was hung heavy; I guessed both
Tawney's were his match.  In my mind I saw spit-roasted Jake, eyes wide
with surprised delight as he was skewered between these heavy-hung studs.
They plunge and thrust until it is as if their cocks meet deep inside
Jake's quivering body ...


  "Now you?"  Tark shook me gently by the shoulder and asked with fuck-me
eyes.  He lay on his back, drew me to him and placed his ankles on my neck.
His hands parted his cheeks in invitation to the fuck.  I spat on my hand,
rubbed spittle on my cock, rubbed more into his puckered perfection and
eased forward.

  "It'll be OK.  You're bigger than me but ..."

  He drifted into silence as my cock did its work, said more than either of
us could say.  I fucked him hard, relentlessly, with the enthusiasm of the
beginner, the climber who sees his first summit within reach.  I did not
linger.  My boycum flowed into him like water bursting from a ruptured dam.

I pulled from him and collapsed, exhausted by a passion greater than I had
ever known.  Running my fingers through his hair I brushed my lips against
his, moved my mouth to murmur at his ear.  But he shook his head and,
drawing me back to his hungry lips, he devoured me.  Relentlessly the sea
drove forward, thrashing and foaming all around us as if it too had cum and
cum and cum.


We sat up.  Side by side, hand in hand, we looked across the waters to
where, on the distant horizon, a band of silver blue told of the coming
dawn.  Soon a flood of red would rush across these waters towards us as the
sun woke to recognise my discovery of love.

  "... love you, Tark ..."

  He kissed me hard.

  "Don't be daft.  You love having sex with me.  Ain't the same thing,
Billy boy.  Not far as I know."

  I looked at him with a brief glance of disappointment before I spoke.

  "So.  You ready to fuck again?"  I reached to check.  And he was.