Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2006 20:26:41 -0800 (PST)
From: David Stark <millionivy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Billy Breaks Me In (part 3 of 3)

This is primarily a true story, with the names changed to keep it
anonymous, and some details slightly changed.  It happened 16 years ago.

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"Billy Breaks Me In" (part 3 of 3)


	I only had to wait a few weeks to experience my third and final
sexual encounter with my older cousin Billy.  He and his dad were visiting
my older cousin Jim at the same time my dad and I were there.  It was a
Saturday afternoon in late Spring, and there were a number of relatives all
gathered just hanging around, eating hot dogs, drinking beer, and just
relaxing.  This was usually the type of scenario where I would run into
Billy the most: family gatherings.  These types of events made it difficult
for us to spend any alone time together.  Of course, I wanted to get him
alone.  I wanted to feel his warm salty cock sliding in and out of my
mouth, and I wanted to give myself to him like I had done twice before.  I
wanted to lay on my stomach, ass in the air, and let him take me how he
wanted.  Let him use me.  I was preoccupied during the gathering, to say
the least.  My thoughts were on Billy and Billy alone, and I was wracking
my brain trying to figure out a way to get him alone.  I was sure that once
we were alone, he would initiate another encounter.

	But Billy was acting normal, acting like nothing had ever happened.
My Uncle Derrick, who according to Billy had taught him everything he knew
about sex, was there too, but he also acted normal.  A strange thought
occurred to me -- what if Billy wasn't interested in me because Uncle
Derrick was around?  I was actually beginning to feel jealousy.  I thought
to myself, "Get a grip," and sat down with a soda.

	Billy was goofing off with some of the children that were always
around, chasing them and lifting them into the air and spinning them.  They
were laughing and screaming, and he looked like he was having a blast.  I
noticed his face was a bit red from the exertion, and he was layered in
sweat.  It was a rather warm day.

	After a while, Billy grew tired of playing with the kids, and
announced to his dad that he was going to go looking for birds to shoot
with his BB gun.  All his dad said was, "Don't shoot any robins", and Billy
nodded.  He then looked directly at me in my lawn chair and asked if I
wanted to come with him.  My heart skipped about three beats, but I tried
to play it cool and only vaguely interested.  I kinda shrugged and said
"Why not," and off we went into the woods behind our cousin's house.

	I was suddenly nervous, my mouth dry.  I had no idea where this was
leading, but Billy had never asked me to go shooting birds with him before.
He was carrying his BB gun, not really paying attention to any of the
sparrows and other birds fluttering about.  We both knew these woods well.
There were paths through them, and we had both played in them as younger
kinds.  Cowboys and Indians and such.  But now we were just kinda walking
along, half-heartedly talking about school, and how he was glad the year
was almost over, and what our summer plans were.

	It seemed we were heading towards the old red house that stood
abandoned near the side of a dirt road that led to an abandoned strip mine.
The old house had been unoccupied since I was a young boy, but it was still
in fairly decent condition structurally.  We were absolutely forbidden to
go near the house, for fear of bees, snakes, and the possibility of falling
through the floorboards.  We neared the side of it, and Billy started
taking shots to the side of the house with his BB gun.  I was worried that
I was going to get hit with a ricochet, but I didn't want to appear a wuss.

	Finally he asked me, "want to go inside?"

	I frowned.  "I dunno, there might be bees in there.  And if we get
caught, we'll get our asses kicked."

	He laughed.  "We're not going to get caught.  Why would anyone come
snooping around here?  They're all busy up there.  Come on, let's see
what's in there."

	I was hopeful and nervous at the same time.  On the one hand, I
really didn't want to go into the house.  It was overgrown with weeds all
around it, and it looked spooky even in the day time.  The red paint was
peeling in huge swaths, and there was a wooden porch on the back that was
half falling in.  Plus, I figured it was hot as hell in there, and dusty.
I had no desire to see the inside of that house.

	And yet, I wondered^Å I knew Billy had been inside that house
before, so he had no real legitimate reason to want to go in, other than to
fool around with me in the only private place he could think of.  It seems
so obvious looking back now, but at the time I was still unconvinced that
Billy would want to play around with me again.  I was half-afraid that he
would take the opportunity to confront me about being a faggot, and maybe
give me a hard time.

	Billy didn't wait for me to answer.  He peered through a window on
the ground floor with glass that had been shattered ages ago, and then
carefully climbed in, motioning at me with his hand as he disappeared into
the old house.  I sighed, and looked in.  He was standing in the middle of
a large room with old pieces of nasty and broken furniture strewn about,
and an old mattress in one corner.  The room smelled, and I could tell it
was hot.  But I climbed through and stood before him.

	Billy didn't even say anything.  He motioned me to him, and I
stepped closer.  He rested both hands on my shoulders, and gently pushed me
down onto my knees.  He edged closer so that his crotch was directly in
front of my face.  He took his left hand off my shoulder and began to
gently rub my hair, still not saying anything.  I knew what I was supposed
to.  I reached up and gingerly unbuckled his belt.  My mind was racing with
excitement as I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees.  He
wore tight white underwear, and I pulled those down as well.
 Billy's dick was sticking straight out at me, plump and firm and so hard
it looked like it was almost pulsing.  The smell of sweat, slightly funky,
overwhelmed me, but I didn't care.  I tentatively licked the head a couple
times, then just went for it.  I was no longer pretending, I didn't care
what he thought.  I knew I just had to have his cock in his mouth, and I
licked and sucked and slobbered all over it like it was the last meal I
would ever have.

	Billy started moaning softly, and whispering "Yeah, yeah, yeah"
slowly as he started thrusting his cock into my mouth.  It slid across the
top of my tongue and bounced against the back of my mouth.  The smell of
him was overwhelming, much more powerful than before.  It was sweat and
cock and piss and cum, and all too much for me to take.  I was in ecstasy,
tasting and smelling and feeling him.  My knees were getting dirty on the
floor of the old house, I knew, but I didn't care.
 It was hot^Å sweat was starting to bead on my forehead, and drip in
rivulets down my nose and cheeks, but I just kept wiping it with my hands,
never losing contact between my tongue and Billy's cock.  I wanted him to
appreciate me, to feel like I was the best cocksucker in the world.  I
wanted to give him a servicing so great he would want it all the time.  And
most of all, I wanted to taste his cum.  Both times we had sex previously,
he shot his load into my ass, but I had been daydreaming ever since of
actually tasting it as he exploded into my mouth.

	"Yeah, that's it," Billy kept whispering.  "Get it good and wet."
After a while he pulled out and reached under my armpits to pull me to my
feet.  He didn't say a word.  He just turned me around, and prodded me to
walk toward the grimy wall.  I put my hands up against the old nasty
siding, and braced myself, my ass instinctively jutted out.  He pulled down
my jeans and undershorts without comment, until they were bunched around my
feet.  I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

	Billy started rubbing his spit-slicked cock up and down my ass
crack, sometimes prodding my hold with is head.  He would bend down and
lick from time to time, sending shivers of electricity through my body.  I
rested my head against the dirty wall, moaning gently.  Finally he stuck
his finger in gently and started moving in and off slowly, sometimes moving
slowly in a circular pattern, and then briskly moving in and out.  It hurt
at first, but then I felt that familiar warm sensation as he moved in and
out faster.

	I was sweating like a pig.  It was hot in that house, and sweat was
poring down my back, and I could feel the wetness on my ass as he touched
it.  He didn't seem to care in the least.  He would lick for a while,
tonguing my ass like it was his favorite dessert, then he would finger-fuck
me again.

	Billy apparently figured I was as loose as I was going to get, and
he stood up and positioned his cock at my asshole.  I reached back with
both hands and spread my ass checks, my body weight supported only by my
feet and my head positioned against the wall.  He tried to enter me, but
without lube didn't get very far.  He told me to get it wet, and I turned
around, bent over, and slobbered on his cock for a while, licking it all
over, slurping and getting it wet.  He turned me back around, and tried
again.  He pushed and I spread my ass, but no luck.  I was too tight, and
without lube there was no way he was going to get inside me.  Fuck!!!  I
wanted it so bad.  I wanted his cock inside me like I had never wanted
anything else, like an animal desire.

I urged him to keep trying, and finally my ass loosened enough to take it
in somewhat.  The feeling of our sweaty bodies against each other was
indescribable.  But the pain^Å it wasn't like before, when I was
well-greased.  It was uncomfortable, nearly unbearable.  He didn't move, he
just rested his dick part-way into my ass, and tried to move forward
slowly.  But every time he tried to thrust, it wouldn't go any further, and
I would clench up in pain.

	Finally, he gave up and said "suck me some more," more firmly this
time.  It seemed like he was beginning to like ordering me around.  He
wasn't tentative or hesitant like our first time together.  He was starting
to command.  I was disappointed that I wasn't going to be fucked, but at
least I had a shot at my other fantasy.  I paused to put my jeans back on,
and eagerly fell to my knees to suck on him again.

	I could taste the sweat and scent and musk of my ass on his cock,
but that didn't matter.  All that mattered was that I wanted to swallow his
cum.  I moved my head forward as fast as I could, the sweat dripping in my
eyes and down my nose.  He grunted, and pushed me back until I was against
the wall.  He started to balance his hands against the wall so he could
thrust more easily into my mouth.  He reached down with one hand to the
back of my head, and pushed me further onto his cock, one had still holding
himself up against the wall.  I started gagging and struggling to breath as
he frantically fucked my face.  He pushed his cock further and further and
faster and faster, his hand firmly holding the back of my head to him.  I
thought I was going to suffocate.  I started to struggled, tried to get up,
but he kept me on my knees.  It seemed like it was hours, but it must have
been only a few moments, and soon I earned my reward for my hard work.

	He thrust will all his might and let out a loud moan, and pushed
with all his might on the back of my head.
 I felt my mouth filling with his seed, warm and pungent and salty.  I
thought I was going to choke, and I
 wanted to savor the taste^Å. I tried to catch as much of it in my mouth as
I could.  Cum and spit and sweat
 was leaking down my chin and onto my shirt by the time he slowly pulled
his dick out of my mouth.  I licked
 the head a few times, trying to get the last ounces of cum.  I still
hadn't swallowed all of it^Å I leaned back and
 let it rest in my mouth, played with it with my tongue, swirling it
around, savoring it.

	Finally I swallowed it and licked my lips all around, trying in
vain to reach the wetness at the bottom of my chin.  I gathered what I
could with my fingers and licked them.  Billy was just standing there,
looking at me, panting, wiping the sweat from his face with the back of his
hand.  My dick was as hard as a rock in my jeans, aching for release, but I
wasn't sure what Billy's reaction would be now that he was spent.

	"Boy, you sure like that, don't ya," he said, with a kinda
half-laugh, between his heavy breathing.

	I didn't really know what to say, so I just looked up from him from
where I was on the floor, on my knees.  "yeah, I do, I guess."  Then, in a
purely brazen moment, not wanting to miss this opportunity, I told him,
"Whenever you want me to do it again, just call me and let me know, we can
pretend to go shooting with the BB Gun."

	Billy just looked at me and said, "Maybe I will, depends on my mood
I guess."  Then he said, "you going to jerk off?  We can't go back to the
house with that tent in your pants."

	I was not an exhibitionist, in the slightest.  I was a shy kid, and
Billy was the only boy I had ever been naked around.  But I didn't care, I
was so horned, with the taste of his sweat and cum still strong in my
mouth, and the scent of sex filling my nose.  I jerked down my pants, and
started pumping on my cock as hard as I could, as Billy just stood there
watching me, like he wanted to make sure I got it right.

	I arched my back with a load moan, and the cum spurted from my cock
onto the floor, and all over my right hand.  I sat there on my knees, the
tips of my shoes digging into my back, panting and sweating, and feeling
like I just had the greatest experience of my life.  And feeling dread^Å I
was covered in sweat and smelled like cum, and I my hands and pants were
dirty from the filthy floor and wall of the old red house.

	Billy looked at me and said, "Let's go."

	Once out of the dim interior of the house, it seemed cool as an
early spring day, and I could see that my jeans were really not that
noticeably dirty.  I was sweaty, but then it was a rather warm day.  I
convinced myself that nobody would notice anything, because nobody was
expecting anything, and if I looked a little mussed, well, we had just been
walking around in the woods.  And I was right.  Nobody looked at us twice
when we got back, nobody even asked if we killed any birds.  All the
conversations kept going, the kids kept playing, and it was soon dusk.
Time to go home.

	That was the final time Billy and I ever fooled around.  We never
had occasion to get together when the time was right to slip away, and the
months led to years, and we went our different directions.  He is married
now, with kids, living in Georgia, and I am gay and happy, and enjoying the
sexual side of myself that Billy really first awakened and nourished.  I
will never forget our encounters because they were my first, and also among
my hottest.  My memory of them will always be among the high points of my
early teen years.