Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 12:07:14 -0500
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christian's Induction - PartTen

Christian's Induction

Part Ten


Billy's father was enjoying immensely this visit to his old home town and
was calling on all his old high school friends and other acquaintances.  He
had made arrangements to spend the day on Friday with his old high school
quarterback's family and was a little disappointed when Billy didn't
display much enthusiasm about joining in the re-union.  Billy explained
that the family's daughter, who was twelve, had this crush on him and would
be hanging on his coattails all day long.  His mother thought it was cute
but his father knew it was true and that it would be purgatory for his
teenage son.  Hadn't he himself suffered similar experiences all those long
years ago?  He was thinking specifically about Gill.

"OK, son, if you would prefer to stay here at the house it's cool with me."
Billy cringed when his father tried to be use teenage terminology.  "You
sure Mark won't mind?"  Billy assured him it would be OK.

So it was that Billy informed Mark he would not be accompanying the rents
to visit their friends.  Mark was clearly a little put out but Billy
assured him he would keep out of his way. Mark said OK and rationalized
that it would be only three more days before they left.  He told Billy
clearly though that he was to keep out of Chris'way; the place was a mess
once more and Chris would be kind of busy that morning.

On the Friday morning Mark's parents left for work as usual and at 9am
sharp Chris arrived at the house as had been arranged.  He was sweating
profusely from the walk up the hill as Mark hadn't offered to collect him
from his house.  He immediately started to go through Mark's dirty laundry
and soon had that in the machine.  Shortly thereafter Randy arrived and he
smiled when he saw that Chris was already hard at work.

"Listen dude," Mark said to Randy "I really can't see myself sittin here
all morning.  I've told Chris what has to be done, so why don't we go your
place for a couple sets of tennis?" He turned to Billy, who was sitting
quietly in the armchair, and asked him if he played tennis.

Billy replied "Very badly dude.  I would only fuck up your fun.  Would it
be OK if I played games on your computer instead?"  Mark agreed but did
think it strange; he could have sworn his father had mentioned that Billy
was on the school's tennis team.

"OK, then, Randy and I will be on our way.  See you later".

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After Mark and Randy left, Billy went over to the computer and booted it
up.  He informed Chris in passing that he was really dumb with computers;
could he help him get started?  Chris said sure and went over to the
computer.  As he leaned over Billy to access the keyboard, he could have
sworn that Billy brushed his crotch with his arm.  He figured it must have
been accidental and, once he had shown Billy the ropes, he started to clean
up the bedroom.  God, but Mark really was a slob, he thought.  He picked up
two shirts, two pairs of shorts, and a casual jacket which were lying
around, and when he had hung these up in Mark's cupboard, he piled together
some dirty underwear and socks.  He would have to do a second run of
laundry.

He felt Billy's eyes on him.  Billy said "I really think it's great that
you help Markie out with his chores dude".

"Yeah, well, he aint the most tidy guy I know and, if it helps him get
possession of Jerry's apartment, I'm glad to help."

"But", continued Billy, "Mark told me you would be doin his chores on a
regular basis."  Mark didn't reply.

"Anyway, it's a really cool arrangement.  I wish it was me.  Especially
with the side benefits thrown in.  By the way, I didn't get to thank you
for the blowjob the other night, what with those two other assholes in the
car. It was awesome dude."

"Think nuthin of it Billy."  Chris managed to say before tackling the
dusting.

Having tidied up the bedroom Chris moved into the bathroom, which resembled
Ground Zero.  He added the wet towels to the other laundry and replaced
them with fresh ones from the linen cupboard.  He then wiped down the
toilet, shower cubicle and hand basin.  The floor was a mess so he got down
on his knees to clean that.  Just then Billy entered saying that he was
dying for a piss.  He lifted the seat cover, took out his quite impressive
dick and shot a hard stream into the toilet bowl.  "Mmmmm" he sighed
contentedly.  Just what is it with these Nesbits, thought Chris.  Just like
Mark, Billy had not lifted the toilet seat itself and there were droplets
of piss all over it when Billy finished pissing.

Chris was still on his hands and knees on the floor and Billy turned
towards him and whilst looking at him intently just stood there with his
dick exposed.  Chris was by this stage out of his mind with desire for the
boy.  Without thinking any further he leant towards the toilet and licked
the boy's piss droplets off the seat and then turned completely towards him
and took his cock in his mouth.

Billy instructed Chris to sit on the toilet seat and then stood directly in
front him. He shoved his by now hard dick into Chris' mouth and, holding
Chris' head firmly from behind, proceeded to face fuck him with ferocity.
Chris was gagging from the invasion of his throat while Billy verbally
abused him.  "Yeah, yeah, suck on that dick cocksucker," he said "You love
that boy cock don't you?"  It was only a matter of minutes before Billy
shot a huge load of cum down Chris' throat, which he gratefully accepted.

"Lick my dick clean slutboy."  Billy instructed Chris.  When Chris had
sucked the boy's dick as clean as a whistle, Billy zipped up and returned
to the computer, where he was sitting when Mark and Randy breezed into the
room.

"Still playing games Billy?"  asked Mark.  "And how are you doing Chris?
Just about through are you?

Mark asked Randy whether he could give Chris a ride home, as he had
promised to take Billy down to the mall to have a look-see.  As Chris was
about to leave, Billy said "See you Chris.  If you are ever in Chicago, be
sure to look me up."


To be continued.

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