Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 15:30:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Little Prickpleaser  (Adult-Youth)

The Little Prickpleaser
By Beautiful Creamer

One -- Uncle Jack

Jack Miller wasn't sure about teaching his nephew Billy to swim.

Billy was a great kid and everything.  But Jack didn't like the feelings
he had when Billy was around.

Odd feelings.

Feelings of sexual desire.

Feelings for a boy; a 14-year-old boy.

Jack had never had feelings like that for any male before.  Especially an
underage male.

But Billy was...different.

Jack had known Billy all his life.  Until a few months ago, he hadn't
thought much about Billy...or any other boy...in that way.  Lately, Billy
had been the only thing Jack could think about.

His creamy skin.  His slim, girlish body.  His full lips.  And that
naughty little tent Billy got in his pants whenever Jack was around.

Jack never had lustful thoughts about men.  Or even other boys.  Just
Billy.

Jack was a pretty successful guy, running a lucrative consulting business
out of his home.  His wife, Olivia was a beautiful, sexy, high-powered
business executive who worked long hours and took frequent business
trips.

So Jack spent a lot of time on his own.  Dreaming about Billy.

Jack almost emptied his balls into his jockeys when his sister, Billy's
mother, asked Jack to give Billy swimming lessons at Jack's backyard
pool.

"Billy needs to do more physical things, Jack," Darlene Miller said.
"And he needs all the strong male role models he can get.  I'm afraid
the boy's a little wimpy.  Needs to butch up before he starts high
school in two months."

"Wimpy?" Jack thought.  Billy was beyond wimpy.  He was a complete
sissyboy.

Jack thought about Billy as he stuffed his considerable prick into his
bathing trunks.  Billy was a delicate, girlish, prick-stiffening
sissyboy.  And Jack was going to have him all to himself for a whole
afternoon.

Thinking those thoughts made it even more difficult for Jack to wedge his
thick, stiff weapon into his trunks.  Still, Jack was a realist.  He had
imagined two summers ago that he would be fucking Billy's sister Megan
when she joined him for private swimming lessons.  Megan had just turned
15 and had grown four cup sizes since she had batted her eyes at him at
the family Christmas party the December before.  Megan was carrying some
serious titflesh and the bathing suit she wore to her "swimming
lessons" left little to Jack's hypersensitive imagination.

Jack was very open to the idea of having hot, cummy sex with blood
relatives.  Especially those with 32EE boobs.  And he thought that Megan
was sending some pretty clear signals to him that afternoon -- with all
that giggling and "Oh, Uncle Jack" every time he touched her.  It
amazed Jack when she slapped him just for stealing a tonguey kiss.

Megan was a prickteaser.  Jack was through with that breed.  Only
prickpleasers need apply from now on, Jack thought.  He desperately hoped
that was Billy's inclination.

Satisfied that his cock wasn't making too serious a lump in his trunks,
Jack slid on a tshirt and sandals and drove the five minutes to Billy's
house.  Billy was waiting for him by the curb when he pulled up.

Billy got in the car, said, "Hi, Uncle Jack," then gave him a big hug.

Billy was like that.  A hugger.

Nice.

But it tented Jack's trunks all over again.

Billy didn't seem to notice.  But Jack noticed Billy.  The little doll
was wearing a skimpy tank top that exposed his kissable shoulders,
flip-flops that exposed his suckable toes and the scantiest Speedo
swimsuit that barely covered the parts one must cover.

Even more disturbing.  It was clear that Billy's suit was tented too.
And the tentpole was something one didn't expect to be attached to a
14-year-old sissyboy.  Unless Billy was wearing a "falsie," Jack
estimated the pretty boy was the proud owner of a very respectable
six-incher.

This was disturbing to Jack on more than one level.  Jack had a nice,
thick, seven-inch cock.  He was hoping that Billy's peener would have
been a lot smaller -- more girlish or something.  So Jack wouldn't feel
so gay about everything.  Also, Billy was clearly excited.  If he
weren't, Jack could have just abandoned his plans to break every taboo
he had observed all his life and moved on to lusting for Megan again (who
was now 17 and a 34FF).

But no.  Billy's willie was signaling Jack and it was message received.
Though the exact text of the message was still a bit garbled.

Even worse, Billy was leaning against Jack, hugging him as Jack drove.
"It's so nice of you to spend time, with me," Uncle Jack, he said.
"I really want to learn how to swim.  And mom says I need to do more
physical stuff so I get big muscles like the other boys.  Do you think I
should get big muscles, Uncle Jack?"

Jack stirred in his seat as he drove.  He looked into Billy's perfect
blue eyes (how did he ever get lashes that long?) and said, "I think you
look perfect just the way you are, Billy."

Billy giggled happily and hugged Jack tighter.

This was going to be an interesting afternoon, Jack thought.

He was right.

Jack seemed to be a lot more nervous than Billy as Jack parked the car
and they got out.  That was understandable, Jack thought, since he was
the lecherous molester and Billy was the sweet, young, innocent, underage
object of Jack's disgusting lust.

Still, Billy's continued stiff condition made Jack wonder if Billy were
totally innocent.  Worse, what if Billy were a prickteaser like his
sister, leaving Jack with a damaged ego, blueballs and fear of
prosecution?  Worst, what if Billy screamed "statutory" and Jack spent
the next ten to fifteen years in a confined space with an amorous
roommate named Spike?

Life's choices were not easy for a guy like Jack.

Would Billy make it all easier for him?

They went into the house and Billy tore through to the pool in the
backyard.  Jack chuckled at Billy's youthful enthusiasm.  His cock
twitched when he imagined that enthusiasm channeled toward incestuous,
underage, homosexual sex -- the hat trick of taboos.

"Come on, Uncle Jack," Billy called sweetly.  "Let's get into the
pool."

By the time Jack was outside, Billy had stripped to his micro-Speedo.

Jack gulped.

Billy was magnificent.  Lovely face.  Creamy skin.  Slim body, with
perfect plumpness where it belonged -- in his exquisite, soft,
bubble-shaped bottom.  And Billy's ample cock had tented his Speedo so
much that Jack caught glimpses of his pink, hairless balls.

Oh.

Jack's own rammer was in great distress as he quickly stripped to his
trunks, then jumped into the shallow end.  His manly pole now submerged,
Jack felt less conspicuous -- but just as randy.

Jack beckoned to Billy, who ran, giggling, and jumped into the pool,
splashing his uncle all over.

"You little rat!" Jack exclaimed, then chased Billy until he caught
him, ducked his head under water, then let him breathe.

After a little more horseplay, Jack got to work.  He was a good swimming
teacher and Billy was a good student.

The instruction involved a lot of touching...bare-skin-on-bare-skin
touching.  Which affected Jack quite strongly.  Though he wasn't sure
whether it had any effect on Billy.

After 45 productive minutes of instruction, Billy said, "I have to stop
for a minute, Uncle Jack.  I have to pee.  Can I use the bathroom on the
first floor?"

Jack replied, "Sure, Billy.  But you're all wet.  It's just us boys.
Why don't you pee on that bush over there?"

Billy actually blushed.  Was he nervous about pulling down his pants in
Jack's presence?

Once again, Jack was apprehensive about what he was doing -- predatory
behavior on an innocent boy.

But then Billy hopped out of the pool and wiggled over to the bush,
looking back at Jack once and smiling.  Then Billy slid his suit down,
exposing his delicious, bare bottom to Jack's singed eyes.

Jack actually moaned as Billy's yellow stream arced onto the bush.

And he almost fainted when Billy bent at the waist to pick up his suit.
Billy's cheeks parted and for an instant, Jack saw "pink!"

Suit back on, Billy turned to face Jack and sissy-ran back to the pool
and jumped in.

Jack was almost ready for the emergency room when Billy said, "Daddy
says when he was a kid, he and his friends used to go skinny dipping.  He
says it's OK to do that if it's just guys.  Did you ever go skinny
dipping, Uncle Jack?"

Obviously, a turning point was at hand.  Jack took it.  Eagerly.

"We could do that, if you want, Billy.  The neighbors aren't home
during the day.  It would be our naughty secret."

Billy smiled sweetly, looked as if he were considering things, then said,
"OK, Uncle Jack."

Billy reached underwater and removed his suit, tossing it poolside.  Jack
did the same.  Jack hadn't been so excited in a long time.

He hadn't seen Billy's wiener yet, but he would soon enough.  And Billy
would see his.  Something good was going to happen.

Unless Billy was a prickteaser like his sister Megan.

The instruction began again; this time Jack held Billy horizontally on
the surface as Billy practiced his leg kicks.  Jack was holding Billy's
chest and stomach -- low on his stomach.  Low enough to feel the tip of
Billy's stiff prick now and then.

Jack's own cock was beyond outrageous. He couldn't see it underwater,
but Jack was sure the head was purple.

After a half hour of that torture, Jack said, "You've done great,
Billy.  You'll be swimming in no time.  Practice your kicks at home and
we'll try some new things next time."

Billy said, "Oh, thank you, Uncle Jack.  I love trying new things.  And
I love you for being so nice to me."

And Billy hugged Jack.  Chest to chest.  Stiff prick against stiff prick.

Jack thought fleetingly whether it was an innocent hug.  Then his prick
took full control of his brain -- we've all been there -- and he took
the biggest risk of his life.

Jack cupped Billy's exquisite bottom in both hands, lifted him slightly
and kissed Billy deeply.  With tongue.

Billy was hesitant for the two longest seconds of Jack's life.  Then
Billy kissed Jack back.  With tongue.  And rubbed his little peeny
against Jack's enraged equipment.

"Oh, Uncle Jack," he said.  "This feels so good.  But isn't it
wrong?"

That question, rather than deter Jack, almost made him spill his load.

"Wrong" was what made it so exciting!  The best sex was "wrong" sex
as far as Jack (and lots of other guys) was concerned.

In response, Jack kissed Billy harder, then carried him up the pool steps
at the narrow end and over to the grass.

Jack laid Billy's back gently onto the grass, then knelt between the
pretty boy's legs.

The boy was exquisite!  A virginal angel undefiled by man.  His sister's
child, whom he had known all his life.

The very definition of "jail bait."

If Jack had stopped right then, he probably could have salvaged his
conscience.  He could have gone to confession and eased his soul.  Even
if all the facts were made public, maybe he could have avoided jail.
Kissing wasn't "penetration," was it?

All Jack had to do was use the tiniest bit of the common sense he had
been born with.

No chance.

He had also been born with a stiff, conscience-free cock.

And it was dripping goo at what Jack saw.

Jack saw Billy's cock completely for the first time.  And he was undone.

Long, hot and thick it was.  Pink and pretty, with a foreskin so long
that it covered all but Billy's peehole.  Full, hairless balls hanging
saucily.

The mere thought of utter, personal ruin wasn't nearly enough to deter
Jack one smidgeon.

Jack covered Billy with his body, resuming the kissing and the
cock-rubbing.  Both lovers were furiously dripping goo as the delicious
friction consumed them.  Billy was gasping and panting.  Jack was
grunting and then, suddenly, Billy squealed and began squirting thick
globs of his boyish cream all over his uncle's raging penis.

Billy's moist expression of pleasure spurred Jack to his own grunting,
heaving orgasm, bathing Billy's cock, balls, tummy and chest with half a
gallon of sperm and semen.

And, of course, ten seconds after the last spurt, Jack's guilt and
terror kicked in.

Was Billy merely playing along until he could get to a phone and call
9-1-1?  Would Billy demand a monthly payment of $10,000 in exchange for
his silence?

It didn't seem so.

Billy's eyes were closed and he seemed to be very happy about what had
just happened.

That eased Jack's concerns by maybe one half of one percent.

Then Billy said, "Oh, Uncle Jack!"  And then he held his arms open,
inviting a kiss.

Jack hesitated, but that kiss looked awfully good.  So Jack kissed
Billy.  And rubbed wet, limp cock against wet limp cock.  After a couple
of minutes of that, both cocks were showing life signs.  For a
microsecond, Jack thought that in a few minutes, he would have another
stiffie and could fuck Billy properly.  Up Billy's tight bottom.

Which scared Jack so much that he broke the kiss and stood up.

Billy looked at Jack oddly, then stood up as well.  "That was great,
Uncle Jack.  Thank you. Let's wash off in the pool.  Then you can take
me home if you want."

Jack didn't want to take Billy home.  He wanted to take Billy into the
house, dry him off, throw him onto the bed and fuck him for a week.

But his cock was just soft enough that he was still thinking a bit
clearly.

"I'd better take you home, Billy," Jack said.  "I hope you liked the
swimming lesson.  I'm sorry I...I mean..."

Billy smiled.  "It's OK, Uncle Jack.  I liked everything we did.  And
don't worry about anything.  When you have some time, I'd love
another...lesson...or two."

Jack groaned softly.

The rest was a blur.  Jack and Billy got their clothes on, got into
Jack's car and drove to Billy's home.  They talked without saying
anything.  Then arrived at Billy's home.  Billy looked around to see
that no one was around, then leaned over and kissed Jack on the lips.
Then Billy scooted out of the car, leaving a stunned Jack in his wake.


Two -- Billy

Billy had enjoyed his afternoon.  Uncle Jack was so nice and such a great
teacher.  Though Billy already knew a thing or two about the world and
its ways.

Billy knew he wouldn't be going back to Jack's the next day.  Jack
would need time to process what had happened.  Billy was pretty sure that
the following evening, Jack would be calling Mama to invite Billy over
for another lesson the next day.

Mama greeted Billy warmly when he entered the house.  Billy loved his
mother and father dearly.

"Did you have a good time at Uncle Jack's?" Mama asked.

"Oh, yes, Mama," Billy said.  "Swimming's fun and I learned a lot."
And so did Uncle Jack, Billy thought.

Billy's father had been out of town on business for a week, but was
scheduled to return later that evening.  Mama was clearly excited about
seeing her husband again.  Billy had been the "man of the house" for
the past week and had been very sweet and helpful to his mother.

"I made your favorite, Billy.  Tacos.  Now go clean up for supper."

Billy kissed Mama on the cheek, gave her a big hug and said, "You're
the best, Mama."  Then he ran off to take a shower.

After drying off, Billy dressed in his usual summer outfit.  Very brief
underpants, very short shorts, a tshirt and flip-flops.  Billy loved
summer.  He knew he had a nice body and summer let him display a lot of
it.

After dinner, Billy and Mama did the dishes.  Then they settled down to
watch a little television until Daddy came home.  Billy leaned his head
against Mama's shoulder and was very content.  Mama was so pretty!  And
she had the biggest boobies Billy had ever seen.  Bigger than Megan's
even.  Men adored her, but she was faithful to Daddy.

At 9 p.m. they heard a limousine pull up; then the front door opened.

It was Daddy!

Mama gave Daddy a big hug!  Billy gave him a big hug.  Daddy asked how
everyone was and how Megan was doing at the camp where she was living as
a counselor all summer.

They chatted nicely for a while, but it was clear to Billy that Mama
wanted to get Daddy upstairs and let him give her a good fucking.

Billy was happy that his parents were so in love.  And so physical with
each other.  They deserved it.

Mama said, "I think Daddy's tired, Billy.  Why don't you go to your
room and read or something.  Daddy doesn't have to go into work until
later tomorrow and I'm off to work my usual early.  So you'll have
Daddy all to yourself."

Mama was just teasing about that.  But Billy caught the sparkle in
Daddy's eyes when Mama said that.  And Billy's peener twitched.

A few minutes later, Billy was in his bed, in his shorty pajamas.  He was
reading "Treasure Island."  Wondering what it would be like to be a
cabin boy on a ship filled with pirates.

Then he heard Mama's moans.  Billy smiled happily.  Daddy was giving
Mama the good, stiff fucking she needed and deserved.  Billy's bedroom
shared a wall with his parents' room.  There was something comforting
about listening to them fucking.  It was reassuring to know they were in
love.

Billy was mostly focused on his book, but he stopped reading when Mama
squealed out an orgasm as Daddy pumped her pussy full of cream.  There
was a nice 20 minutes of mostly silence, followed by another round.  Oh.
Daddy was fucking Mama's bottom that time.  Billy could tell from
Mama's "special" moans.  That was extra naughty and usually confined
to Daddy's birthday, Father's Day and any night they went out for a few
too many drinks with friends.   Mama must have been really happy to have
Daddy back.

Billy had heard enough.  He closed his book, turned out his light, and
slept the sleep of the innocent.

The next morning Billy awoke to his mother kissing him on the cheek.

"I'm sorry, Billy, dear.  Didn't mean to wake you.  Go back to sleep.
Have a great day."

Billy kissed Mama's cheek.  He was a little tired, but wasn't planning
on sleeping any more.  "Have a great day, Mama," Billy said.

Billy looked at the clock.  Seven a.m., the same time she left each day.

When Mama left Billy's room, Billy threw his covers off and got out of
bed.  Rubbing his eyes, he went to the bathroom.  He had to pee, but it
was a bit difficult in his "morning wood" condition.  He sort of
"arced" the stream and got most of it into the toilet.  Then, before he
washed his hands, Billy took a jar of Vaseline out of the medicine
cabinet, slathered a big glop of it on the index and middle fingers of
his right hand, then eased both slick fingers up his bottom hole.

That felt very nice, but it was merely preparation for what was to come.

Billy took his pajamas off and hurried, naked, back to his bed.  He
hopped in, then lay on his back, propping a fat pillow under the small of
his back, legs spread.  Just in time for the appearance of an equally
naked...

Daddy!


Three -- Daddy

Billy's Daddy was very pleased at what he saw.

His fat cock stiffened and dripped at the lovely sight of his naked son.

Billy was a perfect sex-angel.  Cute as a speckled puppy.  And as
cock-hungry as a German Shepherd female in heat.

Though Daddy had a full eight-and-one-half inches of man-muscle, he
envied Billy's perfect six inches of foreskinned loveliness.  Daddy had
been circumcised when he was too young to object.  He made sure that his
son didn't suffer the same loss.  And now he was about to enjoy the
fruits of that decision.

Actually, it was a forbidden fruit that Daddy had devoured frequently
over the past18 months.  Ever since that terrifying, exhilarating "first
time" soon after Billy's 13th birthday.  But more about that later.

Daddy had business to attend to.

Billy was so hot that he was whimpering for Daddy's cock.

And, unlike a typical morning, when they had a mere 45 minutes between
Mama's departure for her work and when Daddy and Billy had to get ready
for work and school, that morning they had almost two fuck-filled hours
together.  And their need was ignited by Daddy's week-long absence.

Billy held out his arms and said, "I'm all lubed, Daddy.  Please love
me now!"

How was any testicle-carrying man supposed to resist that?  Those pouty
lips, aching for kisses.  That pink, hairless, gorgeous ball sack
dangling all the way to the mattress.  And those incredible, puffy,
almost-girlish nipples standing tall and needy.

Daddy didn't resist.

He mounted Billy, face-to-face.  Then, kissing him deeply, with full
tongue, Daddy placed his cockhead at the entrance to Billy's hole.  Then
he lifted Billy's hips, skillfully sliding the pillow under them for
maximum leverage.

Billy groaned with lust and need as Daddy slipped the fat, purple head
into Billy's tight anus.

Billy squeaked.  Daddy pushed.  The whole effing thing went in.

Wow!

Billy screamed with delight.  Daddy moaned with pleasure.  He was where
he loved being more than any place in the world.

Billy and Daddy kissed hungrily as they fell into a familiar, but
delightful fucking rhythm.

Billy adored Daddy, especially Daddy's cock.

Daddy adored Billy.  Though being with him was clearly the stupidest,
most terrifying, immoral, life-threatening (if Mama found out) thing he
had ever done.

But all Daddy was thinking about as he fucked his red-hot son was fucking
his red-hot son.

Billy was a full participant in the fucking.  He kissed Daddy and dug his
fingernails into Daddy's buttcheeks, pulling him into a deeper fucking.
Sometimes, when Daddy was slow in cumming and they were pressed for time,
Billy slid two or three fingers into Daddy's hairy bottom and massaged
Daddy's tender prostate.  That ALWAYS worked.

But that day, there was no rush and Daddy wouldn't be able to hold back
his "morning-wood" creamy load for very long.

Billy often spilled his cream when Daddy was fucking him.  That morning,
it appeared that Daddy would be cresting the hill before that happened.

Daddy felt the early twinges, then the final warnings, then the "here it
comes" feelings.  He blew right through them all at 100 miles per hour
and blew his guts into Billy's sweet bottomhole.

Daddy broke their kiss, threw his head back, closed his eyes and spurted
cum into that sweet furnace.

Billy smiled happily.  He loved making his Daddy happy.  And he loved
fucking.  His own willie was in dire need of some relief, but he knew
Daddy would take care of that as soon as he returned to the earth.

When Daddy finished his fun, he reluctantly withdrew his prick from
Billy's ass, then set about emptying Billy's lovely balls.

Daddy lay on his back and invited Billy to straddle his shoulders, then
feed him his cock.

Billy loved feeling Daddy's eager lips and tongue on his cock.  And he
loved the feeling of drooling out Daddy's cum from his ravaged bottom
onto Daddy's chest as Daddy sucked Billy off.

Sometimes Daddy couldn't believe how much he loved to suck Billy's
cock.  Billy's was the first and only cock Daddy had ever sucked.  And
the first cum he had ever swallowed, let alone tasted.

Billy was whimpering insistently as Daddy bobbed his head up and off the
pillow.  Daddy licked Billy's drawn-back foreskin, then the
ultra-sensitive pink cockhead.  Billy was leaking lots of goo as Daddy
tickled Billy's nuts with a free hand.

The overloaded boy couldn't hold back any more.  He cried out, "I love
you, Daddy!" then pumped big blobs of his sissyish cream into Daddy's
hungry mouth.

Daddy eagerly consumed his forbidden feast.  Billy, who had only cum once
the day before (at Jack's house), produced quite a breakfast for his
Daddy.

When Daddy had gulped it all down, he continued sucking Billy's peter
until he produced another firm stiffie.  Then they moved into the
position of their favorite number -- sixty-nine.

Billy was an accomplished fellatrix.  Daddy was so-so in skill, but
outstanding in enthusiasm.  Some people couldn't stand to have their
cock sucked after an orgasm.  Billy was an exception.  He loved having
his cock sucked at all times.

And he felt the same way about sucking cock.

First he gave Daddy a nice ball bath with his tongue.  Mmmm.  Daddy liked
that a lot.  Even though Daddy had cum nice and big a few minutes ago,
and he was really old -- like, 40 -- Daddy's cock began to stiffen a
bit.

Billy's cock, being 26 years younger, had already stiffened.  Daddy was
ready for another creamy treat and he was a very impatient lover.  So, as
he sucked Billy's peeny, Daddy slid two fingers into Billy's slick,
cum-drenched, still-distended asshole.

Daddy couldn't remember whether he had taught Billy the little trick
with the fingers in your lover's bottom as you suck his cock.  Billy
couldn't have taught Daddy that, could he?   Anyway, it always made
Daddy cum hard and quickly.  And Billy too.

And it did that time too.  Daddy got his second creamy mouthful of that
wonderful morning.  And Billy almost fainted from the intensity of his
orgasm.

Daddy pulled his mouth off Billy's cock then shifted position so that he
was spooned up behind Billy -- in position for a full-scale, rear attack
on Billy's pootie.  Billy wiggled his bottom against Daddy's stiffie,
eager for another fucking.

Daddy obliged.

With one glorious thrust, Daddy was fully into his beautiful son.  "Oh,
Baby," Daddy cried out.  "I love you."

Daddy never called Billy "Billy" when they were making love.  Always,
"Baby."  Almost as if Billy were someone else, not Daddy's son.  Or as
if Billy weren't a boy.

We'll leave that one for the psychoanalysts.

Daddy wasn't thinking too hard, with his brain at least, as he fucked
Billy from behind.  He took their second coupling nice and slow, skinning
Billy's pretty prick as they grunted and moaned their way to their
separate orgasms.

Daddy came first, crying out so loudly that Billy was glad he had
remembered to close the windows in his room.  Didn't want the neighbors
calling 9-1-1.

It wouldn't take a forensics team very long to figure out what was
happening.  In fact, Billy often wondered why Mama had never figured it
out.  Daddy and Billy always fucked in Billy's room, not on the bed
Daddy shared with Mama.  Besides the ethics of all that, it allowed for
the possibility that the overpowering and indelible cum smell was the
result of a healthy, but overactive teenage boy's frequent masturbation.

No time to think about that too hard because Daddy's sperm storm had
triggered Billy's own trip to Paradise.  He was drenching his Daddy's
manly fingers in boy nectar and promising Daddy his eternal love.

That round engendered a timeout for the lovers.

Daddy and Billy lay side-by-side, kissing softly as Daddy transferred
Billy's cum from Daddy's fingers and Billy's tummy to Billy's
drooling, gaping bottom.  Daddy fingered Billy's pootie as he licked and
sucked and adored Billy's puffy, pouty nipples.  Billy shuddered with
lust.

Daddy couldn't imagine life without Billy and their love sessions.

Of course it hadn't always been that way.  Billy and Daddy "met" for
the first time when Billy was being a bad boy.

Billy had just turned 13 and it appeared that the sweet boy was becoming
an unruly adolescent.  Sassy to his mother and Daddy.  Indifferent about
his chores and schoolwork.

Worse, Billy was, whether he knew it or not, becoming an object of sexual
attraction to Daddy.

Daddy didn't mean for that to happen.  He didn't go out of his way to
make it happen.  It happened.  Daddy would always check on the sleeping
kids before he went to bed.  That little cockteaser Megan would often
bare one breast on her nightie to give Daddy a thrill when he checked on
her.  But that just made Daddy chuckle.  He would never do anything with
his daughter.  That was sick.

Billy was a different matter.  He usually slept nude and often threw the
covers off.  So many nights Daddy would come upon a naked Billy sprawled
on his back, his beautiful body, featuring his perfect, pink, erect cock,
fully exposed.  Other nights, the bare Billy would be sleeping on his
stomach, bottom cheeks facing Daddy in lewd invitation.

Daddy tried to shrug it off.

And he almost did.

Until Billy cursed Mama out, right in front of Daddy.

Daddy allowed no such insolence.  That was going to be nipped right in
the bud, right away.

Daddy grabbed Billy by the wrist and dragged the crying, apologizing,
promising-to-be-good child up the stairs to Billy's room.

Daddy sat in a chair, flung Billy across his lap and pulled Billy's
pants and underpants down to reveal Billy's bare, perfect butt.  Which
Daddy admired for a brief moment, then proceeded to thrash with about 20
hard slaps -- a fair punishment by most standards.

Billy cried and screamed and protested.  When it was over, Daddy had
Billy stand and was about to give him a stern lecture when he noticed
something very curious.  Billy's prick was at half stand.  That wasn't
odd, really, for a young lad.  But Billy's prick and emerging pubic hair
were drenched with -- could it be? -- cum.  Then Daddy noticed a large
wet spot on his trousers, where he had laid Billy.

Billy had cum during the spanking!

Huh?

He was about to ask Billy about it when Billy sat on Daddy's lap, threw
his arms around Daddy's shoulders and sobbed.  "Oh, Daddy.  I'm so
sorry.  I was a bad boy.  I'll never be bad to you and Mama again.  I
promise."

Every parent has heard that one, but as it turned out, Billy was to keep
that promise.

Daddy held Billy in his arms and comforted Billy, which made Billy
snuggle against Daddy and ease his sobbing a bit.

Daddy, for reasons unknown, had the biggest, hardest erection of his
life.

Losing control of the situation, Daddy was about to end it when Billy
held his tearful face an inch from Daddy's and said, "Please tell me
you forgive me, Daddy.  Please.  I love you, Daddy!  [sniffle] [sob]"

That was the moment.  The turning point.  Daddy could have just hugged
Billy and sent him on his way.  But he didn't.

Daddy kissed Billy.

Right on the lips.

Billy kissed Daddy back.

Moments later, tongues were involved.  Then penises.  Daddy's cock had
somehow freed itself from his pants and before either of them realized
what was happening they were kissing and fondling and cumming into each
other's hands.

Oh the raw lust of that moment!

The terror of discovery -- imagine if Mama had walked in on their cummy
little tryst!

The guilt and shame -- at least on Daddy's part.

Daddy ashamedly apologized to Billy, whose response was to kiss Daddy's
lips and tell him everything was OK.  He wouldn't tell anyone ever.  And
he would be a good boy forever too.

Daddy wanted to believe both promises.  And he wanted to push Billy on
his back and fuck that beautiful butt.

He chose to pull up his pants and ensure Billy did the same.  He left
Billy's room, then leaned against the hallway wall.

What had he done?

Was he insane?

Was his life ruined?

Not at all.

Daddy's life got a lot better.  Immediately.

Billy was the perfect angel to Daddy and Mama.  He was neat and
respectful and did well in school.  The complete antithesis of his
pre-spanking behavior.

Mama noticed and rewarded Daddy's firm action (for clearly it had
impressed Billy) in the best way possible.  With all the sex Daddy
wanted.  And he wanted a lot.

Daddy was puzzled.  And thoughtful.

For three weeks, Billy had kept his promise to be a good boy.  And the
promise to tell no one about their..."encounter."

Daddy could trust Billy.  He was sure of it.

So one morning, after Mama went to work, Daddy asked Billy, "Remember
what we did after I spanked you?"

Billy's eyes lit up with love.  "Oh, yes, Daddy.  It was wonderful.  Do
you want to do it again?"

Daddy had again lost control of the situation.

Billy knew Daddy's answer by looking into his face.  So he quickly took
all his clothes, stood before Daddy and said, "Whatever you like,
Daddy.  I'm all yours."

Seconds later, Daddy had all his clothes off.  Seconds after that, Billy
and Daddy were in a naked clench, kissing and pawing at each other.  Then
Billy was on his knees, sucking Daddy's cock, taking it all in until
Daddy gagged him with the complete contents of his mature testicles.

A week later they started fucking, and hadn't stopped since.

Billy was still the perfect son.  Why shouldn't he be?  He was getting
everything he wanted.

Mama was still giving Daddy two trips around the world every night.

Daddy was getting more sex than a human deserves.

But enough flashbacking.  That morning, Billy and Daddy were finishing up
their fun in the shower.  Daddy had skewered Billy and was giving him the
last drops of his manjuice, while wanking Billy to a lovely conclusion.

Whew.

It was a wonder Daddy could work after a day like that.  But he had to.

"Why don't you go back to bed and sleep awhile, Baby?" Daddy said to
Billy.

"Maybe I will, Daddy," Billy said.  But he knew he wouldn't.

Just about anybody, after three good, stiff fuckings, would want to relax
a bit.  Take a nap at least.  Rest up until the week after next or so.

But not Billy.

Once fucked, Billy always wanted more.

Plus he had his obligations.

He had to see his friends.


Four -- Billy's Friends

Instead of napping, Billy did the laundry.  One of Billy's many
"good-boy" traits that really impressed Mama was how the little doll
did his own laundry.

And he was such a little fanatic about cleanliness that he even washed
and changed his bedsheets every day.

Mama just didn't connect the dots, you see.  Probably a good thing for
everyone.

Anyway, the laundry and all obvious, forensic evidence submerged, he put
fresh sheets on his bed, then blankets and pillowcases.

Already showered, Billy dressed in his summer gear -- a skimpy tshirt,
very short shorts (purple that day), and flip-flops.  His one indulgence
was his underpants -- which one of his "friends" supplied him with on a
regular basis.

They weren't panties, exactly.  Billy was not a crossdresser by any
measure.  But they weren't exactly your usual boy's briefs.

Billy's "pretty parts" were housed in a silky thong that caressed his
sensitivities as he walked.  The back portion of the dainties were a
gossamer thong that did little to cover Billy's exquisite butt.  He had
ten pairs, all in different pastel colors.  That day he wore a sweet
lilac.

Billy had no wallet and no money.  He took only his housekey as he left
the house to walk downtown, which was four blocks away.

As he walked, he thought about how good it was to know who you really are
and then to do something about it.

Uncle Jack may have been unsure about who Jack was, but Billy knew a lot
about who Billy was.

Billy knew three things for sure.

Billy knew he was gay.  He had known that since he was eight or nine and
men began to look at him "that way."

Billy knew he liked men.  He knew he enjoyed their looks.  And he felt
what they felt -- lustful attraction.  Not boys.  Men.  Billy only liked
"heterosexual" men.  Odd, but true.  Billy liked married men with kids
and no (or minimal) previous sexual thoughts or actions with boys.  Manly
men who had never kissed a boy.

Billy knew that men liked him.  It was remarkably easy for Billy to
seduce supposedly heterosexual men.  Mature men knew what they liked and,
for big prizes, they were willing to take huge risks to get it.  Boys
Billy's age didn't know how to deal with Billy.  The ones who didn't
tease him felt something in their balls for him.  Even the teasers felt
it.  But they would never admit it or do anything about it.

Billy giggled as he walked.  He could feel Daddy's cum oozing from his
warm place and it felt so good trickling down his thighs.  He wondered if
those men staring at him as they pretended to water their lawns good see
the drooly cum.  What would they think if they did see it?  And what
would they want to do with Billy if they did?

"So many men," Billy thought.  "And only one of me."

Four -- Mr. Gelato

Billy's first stop of the day was Mr. Gelato's ice cream stand.  He
hadn't been there in a week and he needed some...cream.

It was an outdoor stand, only open in summer, and Billy stood in a line
of six or seven kids and their mothers.  When he got to the head of the
line, Billy wasn't concerned that he had no money.  Mr. Gelato himself
waited on Billy, nudging aside the teenaged girls who worked for him each
summer.

"Here you go, Billy," Mr. Gelato said, as he served Billy an
extra-large, vanilla-chocolate swirl, soft serve, sugar cone.  And he
didn't charge Billy a dime.

Billy thanked Mr. Gelato.  Then he stepped back and slowly licked the
slim pyramid of sweet treat.

Mr. Gelato went about his business, making eye contact with Billy only
occasionally during the ten minutes Billy orally adored the cone.

Then Billy wiped his face and hands, discarded the napkins and walked
away, turning left on Elm Street, then one and a half blocks to 134.
Billy tipped the middle flower pot and retrieved the key underneath.
Billy let himself into the house.  As always, the air conditioning had
kept the house cool and comfortable.

Billy walked upstairs to the master bedroom, then turned down the sheets
on the king-sized bed.  Billy undressed to a lovely nude, then got into
bed, pulled the covers over himself, and waited.  Four minutes.  The door
opened downstairs.  Footfalls signaled a man taking the stairs two at a
time.

The door opened and revealed a very happy Mr. Gelato.

Billy's heart was bursting with love.  Just as it always did with his
friends.

Wordlessly, Mr. Gelato undressed completely and joined Billy in bed.

Billy swooned in the man's ardent, naked embrace.

Mr. Gelato was 47, widowed, hairy, buff and completely in love with
Billy.

Mr. Gelato kissed Billy on the lips as he rubbed his manly body against
Billy.  Cock to cock.  Chest to chest.

Mr. Gelato spoke for the first time. "I love you, Billy!"  He wanted to
add, "Where have you been all week?" but knew it didn't pay to be
possessive with Billy.  Mr. Gelato would have loved to have cashed in the
ice cream store, run away with Billy and made love to him ten times a day
for the rest of his life.  But they both knew that wouldn't happen.
What they had was beautiful, though.  Also immoral and illegal.  But one
out of three isn't bad.

"I love you too, Mr. Gelato," Billy said.  And he meant every word.

Mr. Gelato had been asking Billy to call him "Tony," but Billy would
have none of it.  Billy wanted a constant reminder that his elders were
in love with him.  So titles made their own form of intimacy.

Mr. Gelato usually didn't wait long before going "oral" and that day
was a good example.  He wriggled south to Billy's stiff peeny, taking it
into his mouth and sucking it most deliciously.  Billy held Mr. Gelato's
head in his soft hands, urging his lover on with moans and gasps.  Soon
enough, Billy cried out and gave Mr. Gelato a sweet mouthful of the
nourishment the man craved.

The kind, loving man scooted up to give Billy a deep, cummy kiss, while
fingering Billy's pretty bottom with two eager fingers.

Billy knew what Mr. Gelato wanted, so he broke the kiss, straddled the
man's shoulders and sat on his face.  Mr. Gelato had full oral access to
Billy's lovely hole and he lavished his full, loving attention on its
tender bits.

Mr. Gelato thought Billy's pooper was the tastiest thing on earth.  Way
better than a butter pecan, cherry vanilla double-deck cone with
sprinkles.  And Billy adored the feeling of Mr. Gelato's tongue in his
bowels.

Mr. Gelato could taste the cum that remained in there from Billy and
Daddy's morning love.  He didn't mind it one bit. It didn't take a
genius to figure out that somebody was giving Billy an anal wakeup every
morning.  And that had to be Billy's Daddy.

Mr. Gelato sighed.  Billy's Daddy was the luckiest man on earth.  Diving
into that sweet hole every morning.  Being with Billy every day.  As he
did every time they were together, Mr. Gelato resolved to be happy with
what he and Billy had.  Not angry or envious about what they didn't
have.

Billy squealed and bounced as he anticipated the beautiful fucking (or
fuckings if he was lucky) he was about to get, and remembered how he and
the ice cream man had begun their relationship.

Mr. Gelato was Billy's first lover.  Before Mr. Sternrule, his junior
high school vice principal; Doctor Lovewell, his pediatrician: Officer
Krupke, his beat cop; and others.

One day, several months earlier, when Billy was about twelve and a half
and frantic for his first real carnal relief, he was walking along Mr.
Gelato's street.  Billy saw a ball rolling his way and he bent over to
pick it up.  Spike and Biff, two of the mean boys who teased Billy all
the time, were playing catch in the street.

"Hey, faggot," Spike called.  "Throw me that ball.  If you can throw a
ball, you little queer."

Mean.  Stupid.  Billy would show them.  He picked up the ball and heaved
it with all his might to Biff.  All his might was not much.  Billy threw
like a girl.  And all his might was not accurate.  Instead of throwing
straight, Billy threw the ball 45 degrees to the left.   Through Mr.
Gelato's living-room window.

The two assholes couldn't stop laughing and mocking Billy.  Billy had
lost their ball, but seeing his shame was worth it to them.

Billy felt bad.  Not about the teasing.  He was used to that.  He felt
bad that he had broken Mr. Gelato's window.  Mr. Gelato had always been
nice to Billy and here he had broken the man's window.  After the creeps
stopped laughing, they ran when Mr. Gelato's door opened.  Billy
ashamedly went over to apologize.

Rather than chastise Billy, Mr. Gelato invited Billy into the house.

"I'm sorry you had to put up with those jerks, Billy," he said.
"You're a nice boy and you don't deserve to be insulted."

Billy smiled and walked into the living room.  He saw the damage his
athletic deficiencies had caused and felt guilty.  Billy was an emotional
boy and he began to cry.

Mr. Gelato's heart broke to see Billy sob.  So he did the only right
thing.  He hugged Billy.

"I'm such a klutz, Mr. Gelato," Billy wept.  "No one likes me at
school.  They say I'm a queer and a faggot and other mean things.  No
one wants to be around me."  And he sobbed harder.

Mr. Gelato sat and pulled Billy onto his lap so he could comfort him more
efficiently.  "You're a good boy, Billy.  Don't worry about being
friends with jerks.  You'll be friends with good people soon enough. "

Mr. Gelato stroked Billy's back as he said that and the boy's sobbing
eased.

Billy's looked up at Mr. Gelato with his tear-streaked face and asked,
"Will you be my friend, Mr. Gelato?"

His lips were parted so prettily.  Billy's gorgeous blue eyes were wet
and wide open.  Mr. Gelato had the biggest, hardest most inexplicable
erection of his life.

To this day, Mr. Gelato doesn't know how he gave himself permission to
do what he did, but he said, "I'm your friend, Billy."  And then he
kissed him.

Right on the mouth.

With tongue.

Billy hesitated just a terrifying microsecond.  Then he kissed Mr. Gelato
back.

With tongue.

Oh happy day!  For both of them.

Fearful of many things, but most immediately of detection through the
broken window, Mr. Gelato gathered Billy into his arms and carried him up
the stairs to the bedroom he once shared with his late wife.  He gently
laid Billy on the bed and considered his options.  He could remove
Billy's trousers, pull his own trousers down, then do things with
Billy.  Wonderful things.  Ball-emptying things.  Illegal, immoral and
terrifying things.    Or he could apologize to Billy, send him home and
hope he doesn't tell his parents or anyone else about that kiss.

He chose wisely.

For Billy, there was no doubt.  He had been waiting all his life for that
moment.  A moment where an impossibly aroused, rampant man contemplated
doing sex things with Billy.

Billy wanted to do sex things with a man.  A nice, handsome, heterosexual
man like Mr. Gelato.  Billy knew very little about the specifics of sex
things.  But he knew he wanted them.  Every night he would lie in bed and
tickle his weenie thinking about sex with men.  And it felt so good when
his little pickle spurted that thick, milky cream.

He just knew Mr. Gelato would be a good teacher.  He just hoped Mr.
Gelato had the gumption to "take advantage of" Billy.

Fortunately, it was one of those rare times in life when everyone got
what they wanted.

Mr. Gelato took a deep breath, then removed Billy's trousers, then his
own.

Billy liked what he saw.  A well-toned, mature, handsome man, with an
erect, dripping, large, circumcised cock.  And snorting lust for Billy.

Mr. Gelato loved what he saw.  A sweet, innocent, beautiful boy who
wanted to be innocent no more.  With the most beautiful, pink prick and
bag of pearls in the world.  And [gasp] a foreskin!!

It was a good thing Mr. Gelato's heart was strong.  He was just catching
his breath from the sight of Billy's luscious "hotdog in a bun" when
Billy upped the ante.  Billy pulled his shirt over his head and lay naked
before Mr. Gelato.

Naked.

Innocent.

Whimpering for sex.

[Pant] [Snort]

Mr. Gelato joined the steamy party completely, removing the rest of his
clothes, then covered Billy's delicious naked body with his own.

Kissing, caressing, grunting and breathing heavily, the overheated lovers
rubbed cocks and traded saliva.  Poor, overheated Billy spilled his
creamies first.  Crying out in rapture so sexily that Mr. Gelato soon
joined him in paradise.

Both lovers' tummies were drenched in cum as they rubbed wilting cocks.
In an impulse of passion, Billy steered Mr. Gelato onto his back.  He
then knelt at Mr. Gelato's right thigh, leaned over and took the man's
enflamed, cummy cock into his sweet mouth.

Mr. Gelato arched his back with joy.  The love of his life was eagerly
sucking his cock.  With way too much "tooth" at first, but soon
settling into an excellent, dental-free, sucking rhythm.

Billy was a cocksucking natural.

And Mr. Gelato was present when a felllatio star was born.

Mr. Gelato forgot about what he believed to be an inevitable prison term
and just lay back and enjoyed the best bj of his life.

Billy would stop sucking now and then, smile at Mr. Gelato and make eye
contact.  That added to the thrill.  And the way Billy used his tongue on
the underside of Mr. Gelato's glans!  [Groan]

Mr. Gelato got hard quickly, then settled in for 17 heavenly minutes of
pleasure.  Billy adored having a man's cock in his sweet mouth for the
first time.  And he was eager to taste a man's cream on his swirling
tongue for the first time as well.

Sucking.  Licking.  Kissing the swollen tip.  And then, suddenly, Mr.
Gelato gasped, grunted and pumped six thick globs of hot cream into
Billy's willing, but unprepared throat.

Billy gagged, swallowed what he could, and drooled the rest out the sides
of his precious mouth.

Mr. Gelato had never been happier.  Billy had never been happier.

Mr. Gelato drew Billy to his body for some deep, cummy kissing.

They were totally in love.

Mr. Gelato almost told Billy that he loved him right then.

But he felt too guilty to do that.

But not too guilty to fuck Billy's perfect bottom.

Unlike Billy's other friends, Mr. Gelato gave him full anal treatment
the first time they made love.

When Mr. Gelato fingered Billy's pootie for the first time, they both
knew he would be exchanging his finger for his cock.

It was fate.

Billy knew it was FINALLY his time top be properly fucked (he was, after
all, nearly 13!).  Mr. Gelato knew that after a lifetime of leaky
rowboats, the QEII had just sailed into his dock.

Billy squealed with lust when Mr. Gelato two-finger-rubbed Billy's
sensitive prostate.  Which excited Mr. Gelato so much that it caused a
hasty resurrection of his manly parts.

Billy was near his third cum of that glorious encounter when Mr. Gelato
slid the boy onto his stomach.  Billy whimpered when Mr. Gelato removed
his naughty fingers from Billy's pungent furnace.  But the tongue with
which Mr. Gelato he replaced his fingers had the poor, innocent boy
screaming and spurting into the already --drenched bedsheets.

Mr. Gelato loved eating Billy out.

In his dirtiest dreams, Billy had never conceived of anyone ever doing
that for anyone else.

Which made it intensely erotic for both of them.

Mr. Gelato tongued Billy's boyish anus for a good 20 minutes, making
poor Billy cum yet again.  Though the liquid was scant (a mere drool of
semen and sperm), the orgasmic contractions were seismic.

By that time, Billy was practically pleading for what he NEEDED -- what
most young boys NEEDED -- a good, stiff, hard, wet fucking.

Mr. Gelato was most accommodating.

He mounted Billy from behind, lifting the boy's hips slightly for easier
access to his pink paradise.

Now as we know, gentlemen, the first visitor to our backdoors can cause
hot, intense, searing pain.  As can some of the later visitors.

Billy, though he had dreamed of his first fucking for as long as he could
remember, was no exception to that sad rule.

Though Mr. Gelato had done an excellent job of lubrication and dilation,
the reality of penetration almost scared Billy straight!

It hurt.

And for a fleeting moment, Billy questioned both his ability and his
resolve to fulfill his destiny as a world-class prickpleaser.

He saw new planets -- with painful terrain.

And then it eased.

Thanks to Mr. Gelato's kindness and good sense.

"The head and about two inches are in, my sweet darling," Mr. Gelato
said.  "I'll stop a moment so you can get used to it.  I'm sorry.  I
know it hurts.  But I fucked my late wife in her bottomhole almost every
day and she loved it.  You will too."

Billy was fighting back tears (and losing the fight).  He had bitten off
a big hunk of the pillow.  But he knew Mr. Gelato had to be right.

The pain eased.  Then slowly disappeared.  Replaced by a comfortable
feeling of fullness.

Sensitive to Billy's restored comfort, Mr. Gelato pushed on, easing five
more inches of thick, hot cock into the boy's fiery bowels.

Yes, that hurt too.  But not nearly as much as the first thrust.

Gasping and panting, Billy managed to ask, "Is it all in now?"

"Yes, Sweetheart.  I'm going to fuck you now.  Is that all right?"

Better than all right, Billy thought.  "OK," he said.  "But please be
gentle."

That was a given with Mr. Gelato.  He was a kind, gentle man.  With his
cock fully up a 12-year-old boy's ass.  Gently at first, then with long,
slow strokes, Mr. Gelato slid his cock back and forth against Billy's
tender prostate.

Billy squealed and gasped.

He had never experienced anything half as good.

Billy's first prostate orgasm surprised him.  He felt it in every pore
of his body.  His second prostate orgasm was no surprise.  But it was a
corker!

After 15 minutes of pure heaven, Mr. Gelato groaned, pushed and pulled
more frequently and then, with the deepest thrust of all, emptied his
sore balls into Billy's bottom.

Billy was drenched in cum, inside and out, and completely exhausted.  Had
Mr. Gelato been able to produce a second round, however, Billy would have
eagerly agreed.

Unfortunately, at that moment, Mr. Gelato was fucked out.

Fortunately, Mt. Gelato was fresh and ready the next day.  And every day
for the next three months.  Then every other day, dwindling to once a
week or so as Billy made new friends.

Mr. Gelato never complained.  He was happy for the Billy he got.

Billy loved Mr. Gelato.  They always spent a lot of their love meetings
kissing.  Mr. Gelato loved to suck Billy's nipples, too.  Which Billy
adored.

They always finished with a shower.  And a nice impalement under the warm
water.

Everyone seemed to want to fuck Billy in the shower.  Every time it
rained, Billy got a stiffie.

Showers were certainly necessary.  After an hour with Billy, the
participants both smelled like a men's room at a porn theater.

Back to the present, 14-year-old Billy got dressed, inserting a tampon,
which Mr. Gelato kept for him in a bedroom drawer, into his stretched,
leaky bottomhole.

He kissed Mr. Gelato (with lots of tongue, of course) and said his
farewell.  As he always did, Mr. Gelato offered Billy lunch (perhaps
thinking they would both be ready for another round after a baloney
sandwich).  As always, Billy politely turned him down.

"Could I have a dollar, Mr. Gelato?" Billy asked.  "I think I'll get
a doughnut on the way home."

Mr. Gelato didn't approve.  A young boy can't survive eating just ice
cream, doughnuts and sperm.  But he wasn't about to deny Billy anything.

"Of course, Sweetheart," he said.

So Billy was off and walking toward downtown.  To Stan Mikita's doughnut
shop.  With Mr. Gelato's sperm tucked nicely inside him.

Five -- Officer Friendly

It was about 1 p.m. when Billy entered the doughnut shop.  As usual, the
parking lot was filled with police cars.  And the shop was filled with
policemen.

Billy didn't even glance over at the policemen as he flip-flopped over
to the counter.  He knew Officer Friendly was there from his very loud
voice.  All the cops were telling fantastic (in its true sense) stories
about their daring police exploits.  But Officer Vince Friendly's
stories were the loudest and most fantastic of all.

Billy had often wondered how those guys could have done any of the stuff
they claimed when they spent half their days eating doughnuts and telling
lies.

But he didn't care really.  All he really wanted was a Bavarian cream
doughnut.  Followed by a bellyful and bottomful of Officer Friendly's
sperm.

Billy sat at the counter and slowly ate the doughnut, licking and
tonguing the cream in a most suggestive manner.  But he still didn't
look over at the coven of cops until he got up to leave.  He locked eyes
with Officer Friendly, who nodded imperceptively.

Then Billy walked out of the shop, east two blocks, then north one block.
Reaching the town's one sleazy motel.

Billy walked around to the row of rooms in the rear.  To room 132.  He
punched in an access code and entered the room.

Unlike the rest of the rooms in the place, this one was clean and
well-appointed.  The motel owners gave Officer Friendly the room as a
perk for the same reason Billy rendezvoused with the public guardian.
Both wanted police protection.

Billy figured reasonably that he wouldn't be able to hide his
monumentally illegal (for his friends, not him) activities forever.  So
if it ever hit the fan, he would need a friend who could lose evidence,
intimidate witnesses -- that sort of handy thing.

So even though Officer Friendly wasn't Billy's favorite friend, he was
very useful.

And Officer Friendly had the biggest cock of all Billy's friends.

Which was nice too.

Officer Friendly's good points overshadowed his bad.  The poor,
super-macho guy was in deepest denial about what he and Billy were
doing.  So deep that he made Billy do things Billy didn't really like.
Well, maybe he liked them a little.

Illustrated by what was lying on the bed in anticipation of Billy's
visit to the motel.

A frilly, sheer, pink nightie with cream trim and thin spaghetti straps
at the shoulders.  Very sheer, pink, seamed, stay-up stockings.  And red
lipstick.

Ick.

Well, sort of ick.

Billy was a boy.  He had no business pretending to be a girl.

Though he did seem particularly reading for a good, stiff fucking every
time donned the girlish gear that Officer Friendly insisted he wore.
Maybe it was the thought of the policeman's big cock that excited
Billy.  Or maybe it was the fact that Officer Friendly was FORCING him to
do things.  Regardless, he did love his sordid sex with the guardian of
the peace.

And Officer Friendly lived for his stolen moments with Billy.  His wife
had given him six children and he still fucked her every night and twice
on Saturdays and Sundays.  But Billy -- oooh la la!

When Billy was dressed in those pretty stockings and nightie and after he
had applied his lipstick, Billy did indulge himself by admiring his image
in the mirror.  Billy's verdict was that he was as pretty as any girl in
his junior high school.  If he took the time to learn makeup and learn to
walk in five-inch stiletto pumps, why he could....

Enough of that foolishness, Billy thought.  He was a boy and a perfectly
good one.

When the copper arrived fifteen minutes later, Billy was lying on his
back on the motel's king-sized bed.  He had lifted the skirts of his
nightie to expose his rampant penis.  And it was in full drip mode when
the door flew open to reveal the randy officer.

Billy gasped when he saw Officer Friendly.  The policeman moaned softly
when he saw the tasty treat that awaited him on the carnal bed.

The policeman closed the door behind him and said, "I wasn't sure you
would be here today, Charlene.  I know your husband is getting suspicious
and it would be terrible if he found out about us."

As he always did, Billy winced a little at the charade he had to play.
But played it anyway.  "I don't care about my husband, Vince," Billy
said.  "I want to be with you.  Let's run away together and leave then
both forever."

"Soon, Baby, soon," Vince said, telling the classic philanderer's lie
to someone who didn't need to hear it.

"You're so beautiful, Charlene," Vince said.  And he meant that part
anyway.

Billy flushed a little at the compliment.  He knew he was a beautiful
boy, but being called a beautiful girl was a bit unsettling.  As was the
whole charade.

The only way Vince Friendly could sleep nights was to pretend that Billy
was a 25-year-old woman named Charlene, who was cheating on her husband
because she was in love with Vince.

OK.

Billy could live with that.  As long as he was well-fucked and
well-police-protected.

The fucking part was clearly imminent.

Vince wasted no time stripping naked and joining an eager-for-sex Billy,
AKA Charlene, in bed.

Vince was a great kisser and an excellent lover with one big exception.
He wouldn't touch Billy's cock.

He gladly, eagerly and frequently ate out Billy's bottomhole.  He loved
kissing Billy and sucking his puffy nipples.  But no dick-touching.

[Sigh]

Deep denial.

Fortunately, Vince's cock was so thick and put so much sweet friction on
Billy's prostate when they fucked, that a couple of passes with Billy's
hand on his cock had Billy squealing and cumming hard.

That day, Vince was sweet and attentive as ever.  He kissed Billy
tonguily, sucked his nipples until Billy screamed and blew a nice load,
then ate Billy's "naughty place" until Billy came again.  Then it was
on to the main event, where Vince spooned up to Billy from the rear,
entered him and fucked him twice without withdrawing.

Billy's nightie was drenched with the sweet residue of four delicious
orgasms.

Billy's bottom was gaping and drooling Vince's cum.

All in all, a pretty good afternoon for both parties.

Vince kissed Billy profusely, and then, without showering (ick), dressed
and went back to serving and protecting the public.

Billy was fucked out.

He almost took a nap, but he had to get home to put the meatloaf in the
oven by 4:30 so it would be ready when Mama and Daddy got home at 6.

It was the one thing Mama had asked Billy to do that day and he didn't
want to answer the inevitable questions about his activities if he
didn't accomplish his mission.

Billy was pretty sure that Mama wouldn't be happy about Billy's
activities that wonderful, yet typical day in the life of Billy.

Especially the part where Daddy fucked Billy.

Billy showered, tamponed and got into his Billy clothes.  Fifteen minutes
later, at 4:15, Billy was home, just enough time to preheat the oven and
shove the meat in.  Just as, metaphorically, Daddy, Mr. Gelato and
Officer Friendly had already done for him that day.

Billy sat on the couch and watched a western movie on TV.  Those big,
rough cowboys spent all that time on the trail with no women, he
thought.  They must have taken boys along to "ease the tensions" a
bit.  Billy would have been very popular on a cattle drive, he thought.
Though riding a horse all day after being ridden all night by several
cowboys would have been challenging.

When Mama came home, she was delighted to see the table set and dinner
almost ready.  Billy had shucked the corn, boiled the water and made a
tasty salad.

Billy was a good boy.

Six -- More Daddy

Daddy got home about ten minutes later and, as always, his smile ignited
when he saw Billy.  Mama was so pleased that father and son loved each
other so much.

After dinner, Mom walked around in the kitchen, speaking to Megan on the
phone while Daddy and Billy watched a baseball game on TV.  Mama peeked
in now and then to see how they were doing.  Billy was cuddled up to
Daddy on the couch.

How sweet, Mama thought.

Unbeknownst to Mama, Billy was surreptitiously stroking Daddy's cock
through his trousers and every time Mama's voice told them she was out
of sight, Daddy and Billy stole a kiss.

Billy and Daddy were very hot for each other, but both knew there was
little chance of anything substantial happening that evening.  They would
have to be content with their 45 minutes in the morning.

Billy even watched the ballgame a little.  He didn't like baseball much,
but he liked the men who played it.  Billy especially liked to watch the
batboys.  He imagined what it would be like to be a batboy, serving those
big, muscular men's needs.  Just as they needed someone to pick up their
bats and shine their shoes, they would probably need help getting towels
and soap in the showers.  Once in the showers, they would probably need
some batboy company, to relieve their competitive stresses.  Billy knew
how to help men and he would do so gladly.

Anything for the Home Team!

Or the visitors too.  That would be OK.

Then Billy and Daddy caught a lucky break.

Mama hung up and said, "Megan says hello, guys.  We need milk for
breakfast tomorrow."

Ick, Billy thought.  Daddy would have to go get it.  He wanted Daddy on
the couch with him.

But then Mama said, "You guys are so comfortable.  I'll go get it.
I'll be right back."

"Thanks, Hon," Daddy said.  Then he looked at Billy.  A trip to the
store was at least 25 minutes round trip.  More than enough time to empty
four balls properly.

Still, proprieties were important.  No cum on the couch or clothes.  No
excessive cum smell.  No drooling bottoms making a messy stain where
Billy sat.

The situation called for neatness in their passion.

And expedience.

When the phone rang again, Daddy and Billy's hearts sank.  If Mama got
into a long conversation, their interlude was kaput.

But no.

Thirty seconds after Mama answered the phone, she hung up and came into
the family room.  "That was Uncle Jack, Billy," she said.  "He wants
you to come over for swimming lessons tomorrow at 1.  That'll be good
for you.  I'm going now."

"Bye," Daddy and Billy said in chorus.

Well.  Billy was right.  Uncle Jack had a day to think about things and
decided that fucking Billy was worth the threat of extended
incarceration.

Thank goodness men think with their cocks, Billy thought for the
millionth time.  Billy knew the next day would be an interesting one.

As soon as Mama started the engine, both Billy and Daddy shucked their
pants and underpants.  They kissed hungrily, stroking each other's cocks
for excitement but not to make any messy cums.  After five heated minutes
of kissing and cock-stroking, Billy slid onto his knees and took Daddy's
hot poker in his mouth.  Billy could deep throat like a $300 Las Vegas
hooker and he took Daddy in until Billy's lips were on Daddy's pubic
hairs.  Daddy gasped and moaned with pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Baby!  Yes!" Daddy said.  That "Baby" stuff again.  Did
they all, except for Mr. Gelato, have to be so weird about having sex
with Billy?

Oh well.

Billy gave Daddy a five-star BJ and 17 minutes after Mama left, Daddy
fired all his hot torpedoes down Billy's eager throat.  Billy swallowed
every molecule.

Yum!

Daddy's cum was the naughtiest, therefore the tastiest on Billy's menu.

Eight minutes to go.  Could Billy empty his swollen balls before Mama
came home?

Piece of cake.

Billy stood in front of Daddy, who was sitting on the couch.  Daddy's
dick was drooping and he felt as if he needed a nap.  But Billy's
stiffie needed attention STAT.

Daddy slid three fingers of his right hand into Billy's well-used
bottom, then drew his cock to Daddy's eager mouth.  Daddy sucked and
licked and kissed and massaged Billy's tender prostate until, with one
minute to spare in the Green Zone of time, Billy squealed and pumped a
healthy dose of babyjuice down his Daddy's throat.

Daddy was also very neat about things.  No evidence, even for a CSI team.

The somewhat satisfied lovers restored their pants and sat on the couch.
They kissed and cooed for three minutes until they heard Mama's car.

Daddy was stiff again!

Well, Billy thought, Mama deserves that one.  He got off the couch to
help Mama with the groceries.

Billy was a good boy.

The next morning, Mama kissed Billy goodbye and Daddy fucked him awake.

How could the day improve?

It was about to.

Seven -- Matt

After their shower fuck, Daddy went to work and Billy put on his tiny
speedo.  Jack wasn't picking him up for four hours, so Billy was going
to go out on the deck and get some morning sun.

Though the day was coolish, Billy put sunblock on anyway.  Then he
settled into a lounge chair and dozed off.

All that fucking was tiring!

He slept for a half hour or so when he was awakened by the sound of a
lawnmower.

It was Matt Shagwell, their 16-year-old neighbor, mowing their lawn, as
he had for three years.

Billy should probably be cutting the family grass, but Daddy didn't seem
eager to put any harsh demands on Billy.  Especially demands that might
give Billy unnecessary muscle tone.

Billy waved at Matt, whom he had known all his life.  As he always did
when lawnmowing, Matt had his shirt off.

Matt looked sooo good without a shirt!  Blond, tall, tan and fit.

Still, Billy had never had a "friend" younger than 30.  So Matt was not
in the game plan.

But as Matt waved back to Billy and smiled (he had a great smile), Billy
began to consider things.

High school could be dangerous for a boy like Billy.  He could probably
use a friend or two -- an "in crowd," well-known-hetero friend -- like
Matt.

Maybe Billy should be "friendly" to Matt.

Good idea.

Billy got up from the lounge chair and walked around the deck a bit.
Showing Matt his body.  As Matt mowed toward the deck, Billy dropped his
towel and bent over to pick it up, giving Matt a full view of Billy's
speedoed, perfect posterior, with just a hint of bottomcrack showing.

Billy didn't look at Matt to see if he was reacting, but he did notice
that it was the slowest mow job Matt had ever done.

Billy sat back in the lounger and watched Matt.  And thought of Matt.
Which tented his speedos with a perfect six-inch pole.

Matt noticed.  And began to sweat in a way he had never sweated around a
boy.  Any boy.  Though he had been having the odd twitch or two in his
groin whenever he thought about Billy.

Matt knew he wasn't gay.  He liked girls.  He had even fucked three of
them in his young life.  And enjoyed it a lot.

Still, he felt something when he looked at Billy that morning.  For some
reason, Billy had aroused him.  He was as stiff as Billy was.  Billy was
certainly stiff.  Because of Matt.  Which made Matt stiffer.

Billy knew exactly what Matt was thinking.

This is just too easy, Billy thought.

When Matt finished mowing, Billy made his move.

"Nice job, Matt," Billy said.  "You look so hot.  Why don't you come
inside and I'll fix you some lemonade?"

Seduction by lemonade.  An old trick but a good one.

Not knowing what to expect, yet knowing full well, Matt entered Billy's
house.

Billy led Matt to the kitchen and invited him to sit.  Billy puttered
around the kitchen, getting a pitcher and lemonade, adding ice.

Neither said a word.  Both were ignoring the five-hundred-pound gorilla
in the room (Two stiff cocks with randy boys attached).

Then Billy asked Matt to get him a stirrer, the path to which was narrow
and partially blocked by Billy.  Which meant they touched.  Face to
face.  Inches apart.
Matt never actually reached the stirrer.

But he did reach Billy.  They stood facing each other.  Both naked from
the waist up.  Sweaty torsos touching.  Matt looked at Billy's who had
cast his eyes coquettishly downward.  A "what-the-fuck" switch tripped
in his brain and, before either of them could process what was happening,
they were open-mouth kissing as Matt lifted Billy by one of Matt's hands
on each of Billy's bottomcheeks.

It was a short path from there to hasty removal of speedos, Bermuda
shorts and boxers.  Followed by some cock-to-cock rubbing.

Billy was gasping and panting like a boy in heat.  Which is what he was.

Matt was fighting the "this-is-wrong" reflex and doing quite well at
it.

But just to seal the deal, Billy dropped to his knees and took Matt's
seven-inch rammer into his pretty mouth.

Matt's conscience beat an inglorious retreat.

An his cock reveled in the spectacular tongue bath it was receiving.

Billy made no pretense of inexperience as he had with his older
"friends."  He gave Matt the full benefit of his carnal knowledge right
from the first blowjob.

The heat and the "dirtiness" of the encounter made Matt cum far too
quickly.  Embarrassingly so.

But what a cum!

The heavens split.  Jupiter collided with Neptune.  Dogs and cats slept
together.

When the last spurt passed, Matt wanted to regret what had happen, leave
that den of gayness and vow never to return.  Until his next erection.

But he never got the chance.

Taking full advantage of Matt's youthful potency, Billy kept sucking and
licking until Matt was once again at full attention.

Matt was in heaven.  Was he about to have another orgasm in Billy's
mouth?  That was so HOT that Billy swallowed Matt's hot load!  None of
his girlfriends would do that.  They would suck him a bit then spread
their legs.

Not that there was anything wrong with that either.

But Matt was unsure of what he was supposed to do next with Billy.  Matt
was the man.  He was supposed to be in charge.  Right?

Almost.

Billy had a way with non-words.

He explained what was expected of Matt without actually saying it.

When Matt was fully stiff, but far from cumming, Billy stopped sucking
Matt's cock.  He rose from his knees, kissed Matt on the mouth, then
leaned over the kitchen table.  Billy's perfect bottom was offered for
Matt's pleasure.  Matt contemplated the luscious sight of Billy's tight
hole, framed by two plump buttocks and, below the hole, a sack of pretty
pearls.

How could Matt refuse such a generous invitation?

Just to make things perfect, Billy whimpered that way men like their
sexual conquests to whimper.  Like they NEED the man's cock or they'll
die.

Thank goodness Billy had lubed up really well before his sunbath.  Boys
like Billy must be ready for anything.

Matt was ready for the best fucking of his life.  And he was not
disappointed.

None of Matt's girlfriends let him fuck their asses.  The stuck-up
prickteasers.

A real prickpleaser like Billy knew what a man wanted and gave it to him.

Is that so difficult?

So Matt wasn't completely sure of what to expect. But he knew it would
be great.

Billy gasped when Matt placed his peehole against Billy's anus.  He
moved forward gently and Billy cried out.  Matt didn't want to hurt
Billy, so he stopped.

Stopping was not in Billy's playbook, so he said, "It's OK, Matt.  I
want you to put it all in.  Please don`t stop.  It hurts a little
because you're so huge!  But don't stop."

What man doesn't want to hear the "huge" part?

That spurred Matt on.  He pushed in, steadily and mercilessly until he
lodged his cock in the tightest, hottest, most hospitable place it had
ever been.

"Oh, it's so big and wonderful, Matt," Billy said.  "It feels so good
inside me.  Please make love to me now!  Push it in and out and cum
inside me.  Please, Matt!!!"

Again -- just what a guy wants to hear.

Billy adored the inexpert but enthusiastic fucking Matt gave him.  He
especially liked when Matt gave him a "reacharound," stroking Billy's
cock and kissing Billy's back and neck during a vigorous, sweaty,
delightful, 14-minute fuck to end all fucks.

Billy came first, squealing so loudly that Matt thought he would hear
police sirens at any moment.

When Matt came in Billy's bottom, it was the happiest moment of his
life.  Terrifying.  Confusing.  But happy.

When Matt withdrew, he and Billy kissed for a long time.  Billy wanted
Matt to stay for another round, but Billy also wanted to have a nice full
ballbag for Uncle Jack.  So he made Matt sweet promises of future
carnality and sent him on his way to far less-interesting lawns.


Eight -- Uncle Jack again

Jack was a complete, second-guessing wreck.

Why did he invite Billy back?

He should have left town.  Hopped a slow boat to China.  Joined the
Foreign Legion.

Anything but see Billy again.

Or, he would die if he never saw Billy again.

A little of both.

As he left the house to pick up Billy, which he had to do since he had
promised his sister that he would, he made up his mind.  No sex with
Billy.  No fucking.  No kissing.  No touching.  Not even a handshake.

Good.

That settled that.

Until Jack saw Billy standing by the curb waiting for Jack.  Standing
there.  There.

He looked so fucking CUTE!!

Skimpiest, tiniest speedo on his slim hips.  A pastel-blue tank top that
didn't even cover his belly button -- a perfect innie.  Beautiful face
with spectacularly blue eyes.

Even his feet in those clunky flip-flops were beautiful.

But enough of that.

He was not getting into that sweet ass.  Not today.  Not ever.

Good.

That settled that.

Billy opened the door and gave Jack his million-watt smile.  It had been
known to burn holes in titanium.  And it almost made Jack lose his firm
resolve.

But no.

"Hi, Uncle Jack," Billy said, sweetly.

"Hi, Billy," Jack said as Billy settled into the seat next to Jack.
Inches away.  Looking so cute.  Even smelling cute.

Jack cleared his throat, then said, "Billy, just so we're clear here.
I'm sorry about what happened the other day.  It won't happen again.
Ever.  Today and every day it will be just swimming.  OK?"

Billy smiled sweetly and looked at Jack.  "OK," he said without
hesitation or emotion.

Jack gulped.

OK?  That's it?  No protest?  No begging Jack to reconsider?

OK?

Billy knew that he had acted the right way and said exactly the right
word to completely disconcert Uncle Jack.

Not that it mattered.  Jack would be fucking Billy within the hour (maybe
the half hour) no matter what Billy did or said.  Jack was hooked.

Still, it was kind of fun seeing Jack wriggle a bit.

Jack was disarmed.  Was it that easy to settle the Billy question?  Had
he been that firm and direct?

Or didn't Billy want Jack anymore?  Billy had wanted his uncle two days
ago.  Wanted his uncle to fuck him.  Was Jack too unattractive for
Billy?  Wasn't he good enough?  Or was Billy a little prickteaser, not a
prickpleaser, after all?

Jack nor Billy spoke all the way to Jack's house.

They went inside and walked through to the pool.  Billy stopped at
poolside and removed his tanktop.

Jack looked at the nipples he wouldn't be sucking.  The shoulders he
wouldn't be pelting with kisses.  The mouth that wouldn't be sucking
his fat cock.

Then Billy asked, "Is it OK if we skinny dip like we did last time?
That was so cool."

And Billy removed his bathing suit.  Displaying his stiff, uncut,
dripping cock and his pretty bag of delicate pearls.

Maybe if the Billy's foreskin hadn't covered the entire pink cockhead
except for the dripping peephole -- it was practically begging for a man
to skin it back.  Maybe then Jack could have resisted.

Maybe if Billy hadn't giggled so sweetly and asked, "Are you going to
skinny dip too, Uncle Jack?"

Maybe then, Jack could have resisted.

But Jack was merely human.

Without further guilt-riddled hesitation, Jack shucked off all his
clothes, grabbed the equally nude Billy into his powerful arms and,
kissing Billy deeply all the way, carried Billy all the way upstairs to
the master bedroom, flung Billy on the bed, and covered the delicious boy
with his hairy, muscular body.

Billy gasped and moaned as Jack kissed him and rubbed cock-to-cock.

Jack was near cumming when he broke the kiss and stopped rubbing
cock-to-cock.

Contrary to a lifetime of conditioning and conventional "wisdom,"
acting strictly on passion's impulses, Jack was about to suck Billy's
cock.

After he skinned it to get his first good look at paradise in pink.

Billy was very excited as he watched Jack's fascinated approach to his
cockhead.  Lovingly, with a glowing sense of wonder, Jack carefully,
slowly skinned Billy's cockhood, revealing the boy's ultrasensitive
glans.

It was so beautiful, Jack's eyes filled with mist.  He ran the skin up
and down a couple of times, reveling in Billy's sweet grunts of lust and
pleasure.

Then he crossed the river.  On his knees on the bed, Jack bent over and
took Billy's beautiful cock into his mouth.  And gently sucked.
Something every man knows how to do, but not all have the pleasure.

Billy cried out in genuine delight as Jack skillfully adored his penis.
Though Jack was Billy's third lover of that wonderful day, he had saved
a nice creamy load for his uncle, and he wasn't long in delivering it.
Right into Jack's eager mouth.

Jack's cheeks were hot with lust and shame for his lost
heterosexuality.  But he didn't mourn for long.

Removing his mouth from Billy's pretty pole, he licked up some of the
boy's cream that had oozed from his mouth.  Then he sucked Billy's
balls so nicely that Billy was semi-hard again.

Jack locked eyes with Billy, then rearranged himself so they were
face-to-face again, kissing hungrily.

Jack broke the kiss and said, almost apologetically, "If I don't fuck
you soon, I'll die."

Billy's response was to moan, then get on all fours, wiggling his ass in
lewd invitation.

Jack accepted.  It was definitely his lucky day.

And Billy's.

Summer vacation was so mush better then school.  Billy had already made
two good new friends in one day.  And things were about to get better.

Jack didn't even think about lubrication -- Billy would have to instruct
him on that later.  As usual, Billy had lubed himself very thoroughly in
preparation for his swimming lesson.

Nothing short of a bullet in the brain would have stopped Jack at that
moment.

He got onto his knees, lined his rammer up with the tiny hole and eased
forward.

Billy moaned.

Ass-fucking was almost never painful for a lad of Billy's vast
experience.  It was all pleasure.  But Jack didn't know that, so he was
slow and careful.

Jack's eyes went back into his head as he felt the tight, hot confines
of Billy's "dirty place."  The grip was so different from his wife's
pussy and, if truth be told, she had never offered him her ass to fuck
and he had never pushed the issue.

It felt incredibly wonderful.

What made it even better was the fact that it was the absolutely most
illegal, immoral, unnatural and let's not forget gayest thing he had
ever done.  So it was the most thrilling act of his life.

The true icing was Billy's participation in the fuck.  Either Billy was
destined for Hollywood, or he was really enjoying himself too.  Something
you can never really tell when fucking a woman.

Billy was making all kinds of whimpers and sighs and gasps.

And every one of them was sincere.

Jack was an excellent fucker!  Billy was truly enjoying himself.  And he
was extra pleased that his prediction of being fucked within the half
hour had been precisely accurate.

Billy understood men.

When Jack came, his ears exploded.

Not really, but it felt like it.  It was by far the best orgasm of his
life.

Billy screamed when Jack pumped six large jets of spunk into his ravaged
bottom.  Then Billy spurted his own goo.  All over Jack's bedspread.

Oops.

If  Uncle Jack was going to be a serious prickpleaser-enjoyer, he was
going to have to plan things a little better.

Live and learn.  Jack's wife was out of town, so he could get the spread
cleaned before she came back the following evening.  And he would never
make that mistake again.

And as long as the bedspread was ....compromised....

Jack lay on his back, heaving his chest with momentarily sated lust.

Billy, of course, knew what to do to keep the program moving.  He sucked
Jack's poopy, cum-drenched cock exquisitely until it regained its
vigor.  Then he straddled Jack, face-to-face, and eased his well-porked
bottom onto Jack's renewed woodie.

In that position, they could kiss as they fucked.  And kiss they did.

It was a long, slow, intense fuck.  Billy succumbed twice to the sweet
friction on his prostate.  Jack visited paradise only once.

And it was even better than the first time.

That settled it.

Jack and Billy were running away on a tramp steamer.  Did they still have
tramp steamers?  Or were they now called "homeless" steamers?

Anyway, they would live in a Third World grass shack, under deep
aliases.  Fucking day and night.

That was Jack's plan.

Billy's differed.

"Let's take a shower, Uncle Jack.  I have to go home soon and put the
chicken in the oven before Mama gets home."

A bit mundane, but much more realistic.

Billy and Uncle Jack took a long, loving shower together.  Jack defied
biology by producing a third erection and depositing a third load in
Billy's eager bottom.

Then it was back to the car and the real world.

Ick.

What was Jack supposed to say to Billy?

I'll call you?  Throw a rope down and I'll climb into your bedroom
window tonight?  PLEASE. PLEASE don't turn me in to your parents or the
police?

Billy solved it all.  "I love you, Uncle Jack," he said as they pulled
in front of Billy's house.  "Thanks for a wonderful afternoon.  I'm
going to need a lot more lessons.  Shall I tell Mama I'm going back to
you on Monday at one?"

Jack was very grateful to Billy, who seemed to know how to handle all
this far better than Jack did.  He began counting the hours until Monday.

"Great idea, Billy.  I love you too."  And he leaned over and kissed
Billy -- right on the lips!  On a public street!

Thank goodness no one was around to see it.

Billy was going to have to explain the facts of prickpleaser life to
Jack.  Plenty of time for that on Monday.  And Wednesday.  And Friday.

Jack was a great friend for Billy.

A boy who had no trouble making friends.

No trouble at all.

Prickpleasers never do.


This is my first story on nifty.  I hope you liked it.  Comments are
welcome at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.