Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2000 19:07:18 -0600
From: Richard Phelps <dickie.6845@worldnet.att.net>
Subject: Billy's Tail  (gay young friends)

Copyright: This is my story! So there!

Disclaimer: I DIDN'T DO IT! I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO IT!

Real Disclaimer: This is a short story based in fiction. If you can't tell
the difference between fact and fiction please don't read any further. If
you get any ideas about molesting a kid by reading this story then please
stop reading now. If you are underage and not allowed to read such stories
as this one then leave, you don't need this. If you are a closet pedo and
find the only release you can get is by reading things like this, then by
all means please read, it's better then actually molesting someone.


Author's Note: Since the posting of 'Nasty Games' many people have asked
about my cousin Billy's background (or was that backside?).

Nasty Games

Billy's Tail

By: Dickie

It was the summer of 1963 that Billy was adopted by my Uncle John and Aunt
Sally when he was only eight years old. But I think it would be better if I
started two years earlier when Billy just turned six. He was a cute little
rascal then, with his thick brown hair always combed to the side in a wave
that just brushed above his slanted brown eyes. His little body was that of
a boy that spent much of his time playing hard, a good solid upper torso
with the right amount of baby fat and strong little legs that began at his
plump baby butt. He was the kind of little boy that would go out of his way
to be friendly with people trying his best just to be liked by all.

It was at this time he lost his real parents in a house fire and was
orphaned. The Oklahoma County in which he was orphaned did not have an
orphanage or any other facilities for these children. It was the church
that saw to the well being of orphans; they would find permanent or
temporary homes for them. Billy was placed into a temporary home in the
small town of Cordell in the home of an elderly lady known as Mable Grump.

Mable Grump was in her early seventies and was viewed as the typical
grandma. She had another orphaned boy living with her, his name was Terry
and he was thirteen at this time. Terry wasn't very big kid in fact he was
a good head shorter than most other kids his age. He had short black hair
that just touched his ears. He was well proportioned in that he wasn't fat
or skinny but his young backside drew much attention. Terry's backside was
often on the receiving end of a playful pat or a relaxing caress. Most boys
his age were not spanked at the school because the teachers were trying to
treat young teenage boys as adults. But the small town's school's principal
was a pedophile that enjoyed the power rush he got from a boy submitting
him self to a spanking. Because of Terry's short stature and very defined
butt, the man had given into his temptation and bared the orphan's backside
for a hard hand spanking. There were no other male role models for the boy
so he submitted himself to the humiliating punishment, knowing that none of
his friends ever received a bare butt spanking. Besides after the
punishment the principal seemed friendlier toward the boy and that was what
the boy craved; a kind word from an authority figure.

The home in which Mable Grump lived with her two wards was a small home; it
had only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Thirteen year old Terry now had to
share his room with a six-year-old boy. When Billy moved in, it was Terry
that took the boy all over the neighborhood and introduced the child to
every one he knew. Having little Billy move in was what Terry needed, a
chance to be a big brother to some one who was all alone like him. Mable
Grump had made it clear that the boys were to always refer to her as Aunt
Mable.

Terry had warned Billy about Aunt Mable's punishments. He told Billy that
she almost always used a hairbrush on a bared butt and since she could not
hit real hard, because of her age, she would always make the spankings last
a long time. He had warned Billy about the school principal, that the he
spanked orphans bare, because orphans didn't have parents to get upset
about it. Billy was also warned that he had to really behave now because
his mother and father weren't there to protect him and that no one seemed
to care if someone was punishing an orphan too much. This little piece of
wisdom was for the most part very true. For this story takes place in the
early sixties and the feelings towards orphans were still the same, as they
were for centuries, that orphans were bad blood. If anything was ever
stolen or broken the first person blamed would almost every time be the
orphan.

But as time moved on Billy soon found new friends and would spend many days
at the park across the street from his new home with Aunt Mable. Billy and
his new friends would be running all over the park, yelling and screaming
as they played. It seemed that the children of Cordell did not share the
bigoted view towards orphans that their parents had.

One afternoon, after a hard day's play after school, little Billy came
running into his new home. Just as he entered the front door he froze with
his mouth hanging as wide open as the front door of the house. Right there
in front of him was Terry lying across Aunt Mable's knee with his pants all
the way down to his ankles. Aunt Mable was spanking Terry with a hairbrush
on his bare bottom. Terry was crying that he was sorry while Aunt Mable
held his hands behind his back swinging that brush. Terry's butt looked
like two ripe tomatoes side by side.

Aunt Mable looked up at Billy standing in the doorway. "Well! Close the
door child! There's no reason the whole world has to watch this!"

Billy snapped out of his trance and quickly closed the door behind
him. Just as quickly turned again to watch the spanking as it ended.

Aunt Mable put the brush down onto an end table; she caressed her old
wrinkled hands across the tender backside. "I hope you've learned something
from this young man!"

"Yes ma'am." Poor old Terry sobbed, while hanging his head low crying.

SMACK! She spanked him with her bare hand. "If I ever catch you doing
anything like that again in my house!" SMACK! "I'll take you down to the
Parsons' house and let him teach you not to sin!" SMACK! Then she pointed
to a wall. "You see that wall?"

Terry was bawling pretty hard. "Yes ma'am." He answered as he looked up
shaking.

"You put your nose up to that wall and don't you dare move from there!"
SMACK! "You hear me?"

"Yes ma'am." Terry cried out. The thirteen-year-old boy crawled off of Aunt
Mable's lap and began to pull his pants up when she stopped him.

"Oh no you don't!"

Terry stopped and looked at her.

"You keep those britches down!" She stated as she then pointed to little
Billy. "I want little Billy to know what happens to little boys who get too
big for their britches and sin in my home!"

Without another word Terry waddled over to the wall and pressed his nose up
to it. Aunt Mable stood up; she grabbed a magazine from the end table and
walked into the kitchen and tossed it into the wastebasket. "Billy!" She
called out.

Billy was still in a trance looking at Terry's plump red butt cheeks. "Yes
ma'am." He answered, never taking his eyes off Terry's butt.

"Dinner will be ready soon. So you stay close to the house! You hear?" She
called from the kitchen.

"Yes ma'am." The small boy called back. In Billy's whole life he had never
seen a spanking before let alone a naked butt.

Terry was crying to himself, his face was so close to the wall that he
could feel his own breath on it. He closed his eyes and then he brought his
hands down to his small boy dick and began to pull on it. It was the cool
air, from the open window he was standing next to, that was tickling his
sore bottom and giving the boy a sexual turn on. With his eyes closed he
could feel the throbbing of his spanked bottom and the same rhythm of
throbbing in his head as his heart pumped blood throughout his
body. Suddenly he was startled when he felt the small fingers of Billy
lightly touching his tender bottom. Terry quickly glanced at the kitchen to
see if Aunt Mable was watching, then he looked down at Billy. The small
boy's head came right to Terry's hips, placing it almost even with Terry's
bottom. As Terry looked down Billy looked up at his big friend, Terry could
see that the kid really felt sorry for him and right now he felt he could
use a little sympathy.

Billy had never been this close to another naked person in his life, or at
least a partially naked person. As he touched the older boy's backside
shivers ran up and down his young spine. Terry's skin was hot to touch and
the skin was soft yet firm. Billy didn't know why but his small pricklet
was getting hard and he began to feel dizzy, he knew that he shouldn't be
touching another person like this; but he couldn't help it. The little boy
brought up his other hand and began to lightly rub both of Terry's
cheeks. He looked up at Terry and whispered. "What did you do?" As soon as
he asked Billy quickly looked over his shoulder to see if Aunt Mable was
coming to catch him being nasty.

"I was looking at a dirty magazine." Terry answered as he began to push his
tender backside into the small tickling fingers behind him. The older boy
began to pull harder on his dick, while Billy continued to lightly caress
the firm butt cheeks. "Hey Billy. Could you kiss them and make them feel
better." Terry was seeing an opportunity here, with the small boy, to act
out a perversion he had been thinking about.

"Okay." Billy leaned in a little and brought his pouting lips to the tender
flesh, he puckered up and gave each cheek a long and sloppy kiss. In fact,
Billy downright pressed his lips to the butt cheeks and sucked on them, the
small boy found that he liked the way they tasted. When he finished with
the kisses he lightly rubbed his face back and fourth against the bums, the
heat from the spanked butt cheeks and the firm skin of Terry's ass was
overwhelming Billy. For a second he let his nose rest in the crack of
Terry's ass and the older boy's cheeks pressed against Billy's closed
eyes. Billy gave a small moan as he felt like he was in a dream.

Terry shuddered. Billy's kisses and the rubbing of the smaller boy's face
against his own butt, had brought Terry close to the edge. "Billy could you
lick them maybe. At least until they stop burning." The older boy was
almost out of control, he didn't care that Aunt Mable was in the very next
room, he wanted to get his rocks off.

Without even thinking the small boy brought his face back to the older
boy's red fanny and with a slow motion Billy began to lick up the tender
butt cheeks from their base to the small of Terry's back. Billy thought
that a lot of slobber would help cool them off and besides the feel of his
face rubbing against the cheeks was electrifying to the smaller boy.

Terry's eyes had rolled back into their sockets; he couldn't believe how
easy it was to get Billy to lick his butt. He was beginning to wonder if he
could get this kid to do other things for him. But for now the smaller boy
was driving him crazy.

With every lick Billy was pressing his face harder onto the moist cheeks in
front of him.

Terry suddenly took his hands off of his dick and placed them onto his rear
and pried his cheeks apart. "Lick in there too!" He ordered.

Without another thought to it little Billy brought his small face and
pressed it into Terry's rear and began to lick the center crack of the
older boy's ass. Billy was soon licking Terry's small pucker hole over and
over again.

Just as Terry went back to masturbating himself, he heard the back screen
door open and slam shut. Quickly he turned his head in time to see Aunt
Mable walking out to the root cellar in the back yard. All of a sudden he
began to shake and shiver to his oncoming orgasm, quickly he began to pull
hard on his dick with one hand and reached around to little Billy's
head. Terry began to push the small boy's face further up in between his
butt cheeks as if to shove the boy's head up inside of him.

Little Billy was too engrossed in what he was doing to Terry's butt to have
heard the back door slam shut. When Terry had grabbed his head and began to
push him in deeper, little Billy reach up to Terry's hips and began to pull
harder pushing himself up to the older boy's cheeks. Just as Terry was
shooting his boy juice onto Aunt Mable's wall in front of him, little
Billy's tongue finally slipped inside of the older boy's anus.

"Oh God! Yes!" Terry moaned as his orgasm subsided.

Little Billy pulled his head back away from the older boy's butt and began
to consider the taste that was on his tongue. The little boy thought about
it for a while and decided that it wasn't have bad, in fact he would prefer
this new taste to spinach any day.

"Oh Shit!" Terry whispered in panic. "It's all over the damn wall!" Right
there in front of Terry was the fruits of his efforts, running down the
wall.

Billy looked around his bigger friend at what had him all scared. There
Billy saw some white liquid slowly running down the wall. "What's that
stuff?"

Terry brought his finger to the wall and scooped up a big gob of it and put
it in his mouth. "It's boy milk." He then scooped up another finger load
and held it out to Billy. "Here try some."

Billy, having just saw Terry eat some, quickly put the older boy's finger
into his mouth and sucked the stuff right off. Here was another new taste
that Billy felt had a better flavor than steamed vegetables.

Terry then pointed to the wall. "Quick lick the rest off the wall before
Aunt Mable sees it and spanks us both!"

Without question little Billy pushed himself past Terry and began to lick
the wall, where the boy milk was running down. Terry looked down at the
little boy, with an occasional glance over his own shoulder to be sure the
coast was still clear, and watched as Billy licked his mess off the
wall. From this angle, for the first time, Terry noticed the small boy's
backside and realized how inciting it looked. Billy straightened up and
looked at his cleanup job he had done on the wall, then he looked back up
at his big friend.

"Did you get it all, Billy?" Terry asked.

That's when the smaller boy looked at the older boy's groin and saw a small
thin line of that boy milk coming from Terry's dick. "There's some on your
dicky!"

Terry looked down past his tee shirt at his own dick for the first time and
could see a small amount of cum hang onto the tip of his dick. "Hurry up
and suck it off!"

In little Billy's mind he was cleaning up a mess that he helped make and
that if Aunt Mable would see this mess he would get a spanking just like
Terry did. So when Terry told him to suck it off, there was no question in
his young mind as to what to do. Billy grabbed the older boy's hips and
quickly brought the dick into his mouth. Then the smaller boy wrapped his
small tongue about the older boy's organ and began to suck as hard as he
could to get all that tasty stuff out of there.

Terry jerked his head back and stared up at the ceiling, his eyes rolled
back into his head, for this was Terry's first blowjob. The amount of
suction that little Billy was applying was way too much. Between the warmth
of the smaller boy's mouth, the moister and the suction; Terry was soon
being sent to his second orgasm in less than a minute. With both hands
Terry grabbed the back of Billy's head and began to fuck the smaller boy's
mouth. Soon Terry shot his second loan, this time into the once virgin
mouth of a six-year-old boy.

As the boy milk finally stopped Billy pulled his head away from Terry's
groin and looked up at his big friend. "Was that good enough Terry?"

Terry was just coming back down to earth when he heard the root cellar door
close outside, which meant that Aunt Mable was coming back inside. "Yeah
that was great! You got it all buddy!" He quickly looked over his shoulders
and could hear Aunt Mable getting closer. "Hurry! Go into the bedroom and
play with your toys, before she catches you!"

Billy jumped up and ran to the bedroom to play. As he closed the door
behind himself, he stopped to listen, to see if Aunt Mable had seen him. He
heard Aunt Mable come in and ask where Billy was and Terry told her that
Billy went into the bedroom to play. After hearing this Billy jumped onto
the floor and began to play his toy cars.

Time past and dinner had been served and eaten, the two boys got ready for
bed and soon the whole affair was forgotten about; well not by Terry.

A few days later Aunt Mable left the two boys alone, to go and visit with
some of her older friends like she always would on a Saturday
evening. Billy was lying on his stomach in front of the TV, watching his
cartoons. Terry was sitting on the couch behind Billy watching, not TV but
little Billy. The two boys were already in their pajamas ready for bed. At
some point, between cartoons little Billy got up and sat down beside Terry
and began to snuggle up to the older boy to get warm.

Terry grabbed a pillow and laid it to his left side and patted it. "You
want to lay your head down, Billy?"

Little Billy crawled across Terry's lap and laid down on his stomach with
his head resting into the soft pillow. The next cartoon had started and all
of Billy's attention was now focused onto the TV. While all of Terry's
attention was focused onto Billy's pajama bottoms.

Terry knew he had plenty of time before Aunt Mable would return. The older
boy began a slow massage on the smaller boy's back, slowly working his way
down to the bottom of the boy's pajama top. There he pushed his hands under
the fabric of Billy's bright blue bunny pajama top and began to massage the
bare skin underneath. The smaller boy's skin was like silk; it was soft and
loose to the touch.

Little Billy was enjoying all of this touching; he just lay there and
purred to himself as his older friend's fingers were putting him at ease.

Terry was very aroused; the weight of the younger boy across his lap was
pressing against his own young cock. He slowly started to work his way back
down Billy's back, rubbing the skin lightly. As he would make it to the
waistband of the little boy's pajama bottoms he would then rub his hand
quickly across the seat of the bottoms. There he would squeeze one of
Billy's firm little cheeks through the pajamas then move his hands back to
the top of the younger boy's shoulder blades and start over again.

Billy just lay there purring to himself, content on letting the older boy
do whatever he wanted.

On Terry's third massage trip down the boy's back, he let his hand sneak in
under the elastic waistband to the bunny pajamas Billy wore. He moved his
hand slowly down the small of Billy's back and stopped it where he felt the
crevasse of the smaller boy's bottom begin. Terry waited for a second, to
see if Billy would get upset being touched there, Billy made no complaint
or even tried to move away. Terry moved just his small pinky finger back
and fourth across the two little cheeks, while the rest of his palm rested
just above the crevasse. After a few more seconds Terry moved the rest of
his hand under the pajama bottoms and underwear to rest dead center onto
the little boy's butt.

Billy knew that it was wrong to touch someone where Terry was touching him
now, but Billy couldn't care less. There were no grown ups around to get
mad at them so Billy just lay still and let Terry play with his butt.

Terry's hand moved back and fourth across the two hard little mounds,
cupping a cheek in the palm of his hand once in awhile and squeezing
it. The feel of the skin was electrifying, it was hard yet smooth, soft and
yet firm. "Do you want me to stop?" Terry asked. He needed to be sure that
he wasn't going too far with Billy, the last thing he needed was Billy
telling on him.

Billy shrugged his small shoulders. "No. It's okay." His small voice
squeaked. "You can do anything you want." In Billy's mind there wasn't much
one could do with a butt, other than rub it, spank it, or take a
temperature from it. The little boy trusted his big friend completely so he
knew that whatever Terry wanted to do to him wouldn't hurt.

Terry then, using both of his hands pushed Billy's pajama bottoms along
with his white underwear briefs down to the edge of the little boy's butt
cheeks. With the bottom completely exposed, Terry resumed the light massage
only now it was only on Billy's bottom.

After a few minutes of the butt rub that Billy was getting, the little boy
looked over his shoulders at his big friend. "Are you going to spank me?"

Never taking his eyes off of Billy's rear, Terry asked. "Why? Have you been
a bad boy?"

Billy looked back down as if thinking. "No. Not really." Then he looked
back up to Terry. "But you can if you want to." Somewhere in the small
boy's mind this seemed only natural, to submit himself to the bigger boy.

Terry was more than willing to spank Billy, since it was only a game. "Well
how many spanks do good little boys get?"

Billy lay there thinking. "I don't know. Probably a lot." Then he looked
back up at Terry. "But I've been good so they can't hurt. Okay?"

Terry just smiled. "Okay. But you've got'ta stop me when you've had
enough."

Billy then began to hug the pillow he had been laying on. "Okay you can
spank me." He squeaked.

Terry slightly raised his hand and patted the smaller boy's bottom, the two
little cheeks quivered a bit to the pat. The older boy then did it again
and again, soon he was lightly spanking Billy's cute little baby bottom.

Billy lay still while he was being spanked, the little pats did not hurt at
all and after a while they began to feel sort of good. He looked back over
his shoulders to Terry. "Harder. Please."

Terry shrugged his shoulders. "Okay." Then he gave the smaller boy a
slightly harder spank.

Billy just tightened up his cheeks. "Harder."

Terry once again swatted the boy's rear a little harder.

Billy arched his back up. "There! Do it like that again."

Terry once again swatted the boy's rear, only now the boy's rump was
turning from a little pink to almost red. Again he smacked the upturned
little rear of his young friend. "Now! Are you going to be a good boy and
do as I say?" Terry played along.

Billy just nodded his head without a word and Terry spanked on. After
awhile Terry felt the smaller boy's rump had been spanked enough and let
Billy stand. It was then that the older boy saw little Billy had been
crying.

"Why didn't you stop me?" Terry had asked in shock, he was so afraid he had
really hurt the smaller boy.

"I don't know." Billy sobbed.

Terry pulled the little boy to him and hugged little Billy tight. "I'm
sorry Billy!" The older boy said as he sat Billy onto his lap. "I didn't
want to make you cry." Billy's pajama bottoms were still pulled down and
the boy's backside was still exposed. Terry took a closer look over the
crying boy's shoulders and could see the two red cheeks, then he began to
rub them. "I'm so sorry."

They sat there for a little while, waiting for Billy to calm down. Then
Billy sat forward and turned to look into Terry's face. "Remember when Aunt
Mable spanked you? And I kissed your bottom to make it feel better?"

Terry could see where this was leading. "Yes?"

Billy looked down at his own lap as if thinking. "Could you kiss mine and
make them feel better?" He then looked back up at his friend and saw Terry
smiling at him.

"Sure I will."

Just then the chimes on the grandfather clock tolled, informing the two
boys that it was Billy's bedtime. Billy's heart sank, he knew he had to go
to bed now and there would be no more nasty games tonight.

Terry looked at the clock, if anything Aunt Mable had always been very
strict when it came to bedtimes. "Okay you go to bed and I'll be right
there to tuck you in."

Billy hoped off of Terry's lap and pulled his pajamas back up over his
exposed bottom. He then walked off to bed. He climbed into his bed and
pulled the blankets up over himself and waited for Terry.

Terry soon came into the room with a jar of cooking lard in his hand.

Billy looked at him. "What's that for?"

Terry just smiled at the boy. "You'll see." He placed the jar onto the
nightstand that stood between their beds. "I got'ta kiss your butt still
don't I?"

Billy's eyes lit up, he flipped himself over onto his stomach and pushed
the sheets off of himself.

Terry sat down on the side of the bed and softly spoke. "Now close your
eyes. Pretend that you're asleep and I'm a ghost. So you can't say anything
or move. You have to be perfectly still. Okay?"

"Okay!" With that the little six-year old boy closed his eyes and laid
still.


Terry brought his hands down to Billy's bare feet and grabbed the hem of
the blue bunny pajama pants leg and began to slowly pulled the little boy's
pajamas down being careful not to touch the smaller boy in anyway. He
watched as the elastic band of the bottoms expanded as they came across the
boy's upturned bottom and hips leaving behind the smaller boy's pure white
underwear.

Billy kept his eyes closed, in total darkness he felt his pants being
pulled down over his hips. It felt strange because he didn't feel Terry
touching him; it was as if a real ghost was pulling his pants down.

Terry kept up the slow pace until the pajamas came completely off the
smaller boy. Then he moved back up and lightly took a hold of the pants
legs to the boy's underwear and began to slowly pull them down as well. The
waistband slowly moved over the plump little butt cheeks, exposing the
innocent little bottom and soon they were also taken off. There in front of
Terry was a half-naked little boy, waiting for him. He leaned down and
softly kissed a cheek, then the other. He then lightly traced his fingers
across the skin, trying his best to touch Billy's skin as little as
possible.

This, of all things, was sending shivers up and down Billy's spine. Billy
pushed his face in deeper into the pillow and tightened his leg muscles and
butt cheeks.

Terry leaned back down and began to slowly lick the little boy's bottom,
letting his tongue lap back and fourth across a cheek and then
another. "Spread your legs little boy." The ghost moaned.

Billy complied and in the process pushed his little rear up for better
access to his friend.

Terry brought his face to Billy's crack and licked dead center across the
little boy's poop-shoot.

Billy began to kick his legs and laugh uncontrollably to the tickling being
caused by Terry's tongue.

Terry came up and reached over to the jar of cooking lard and scooped a bit
onto his middle finger. He then placed his finger onto the smaller boy's
anus and slowly moved his finger in circles around and on the small
rectum. It wasn't long until the rectum reacted and began to pulsate to the
finger and then it grabbed hold of the finger and pulled it in.

Billy shot up to the intrusion. "What's that?"

Terry leaned over to Billy's ear. "Shhhh! It's just the ghost getting
inside of you." He moaned with his ghost voice. "Now lay back down or he'll
spank you. Ooohhhh!"

Billy laid his head back down and submitted to the fingering that Terry was
giving his bottom.

Terry was soon finger fucking the smaller boy with two fingers. The older
boy watched as his two fingers moved in and out of those creamy little
cheeks. Terry could not retain himself any longer he had to try and fuck
Billy, with his other hand he began to grease up his small teenage boy
cock. Soon he removed his fingers and his own pajama bottoms; he climbed up
onto the bed behind Billy. "The ghost wants you to get up on your
knees. Oooohhh." The ghost moaned.

Without looking Billy got up onto his hands and knees.

Terry leaned toward the little baby cheeks and pressed his organ in between
those soft bums. He found his mark, and then he pressed his dick up against
the small anus and pushed. His teenage dick entered the small orifice with
ease; the warmth of little Billy's rear engulfed his organ as he pushed all
the way inside the small boy.

Billy gave a small groan to the intrusion, but he kept his eyes closed
still playing the ghost game.

Terry had pushed himself right up to the firm cheeks of the small boy,
there he stopped. He looked down between them and saw just the base of his
cock; the rest was buried deep inside Billy. The firm little cheeks rubbed
up against the teenage groin with comforting warmth that completely
surrounded his cock. Slowly Terry began his hips moving back and fourth as
he began his first fuck.

Billy was groaning to the slight pain he was feeling. "Terry! It hurts!"
The small boy whispered.

Terry pushed down onto Billy's shoulder blades forcing the small boy's face
back down into the pillow but he kept Billy's butt up in the air for his
assault. "Come on Billy!" He begged. "You're tough enough." Terry continued
to pump. "Aren't you?"

Billy just nodded his head from the pillow. In time the discomfort the
smaller boy had been feeling began to be replaced with just a slight tingle
of pleasure.

Terry began to pump harder until all of a sudden the teenage boy erupted in
the most intense orgasm of his young life. When the spasms stopped the
teenage boy withdrew him self from the six-year old bottom and lay on top
of the half-naked boy. "The ghost just put his ghost milk inside of your
butt. Ooohhh!" Terry moaned into Billy's ear.

Billy turned his head to the side. "What does ghost milk do?" He squeaked.

"It means that the ghost will come back and do it again. Ooohh! You now
belong to the ghost and you have to let him do whatever he wants! Ooohhh!
Whenever he wants to!" Terry groaned.

Billy smiled. "Okay."

Terry giggled and then kissed Billy on the cheek. "I better get you dressed
before Aunt Mable gets home."

So with that Terry dressed the small boy and tucked Billy in bed for a good
night's sleep. The two boys now played this game whenever they had a chance
to be alone long enough to play. During the rest of that Fall and Winter
the Billy was constantly engaged in some kind of sex game with Terry. But
in the Spring disaster struck; Terry had been adopted by a family from
Oklahoma City, leaving Billy all alone with Aunt Mable.

The End of Billy's Tail.

(Maybe?)


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