Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2001 09:00:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Eric Smith <eric6219@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Honeyboy' (t/t,oral,anal,ws)

Warning:  This story was written for Adults only and contains homosexual
          themes.   If you're under 18 or the community you live in
          has laws against reading this type of material, please do not
          continue.   This story is completely fictional and does not
          use safe-sex practices.   Please use condoms for the sake of
          your health and that of your consenting partner(s).

                             Honeyboy


     "Eric, Honeyboy!, where do you think you're going?"

     Damn!  Brad was supposed to be gone by now.   I quickly wrapped my
towel around my waist, hoping that the only thing he saw was my naked
ass.   It was no use to run, even though it was the sensible thing to
do, given a choice between fight or flight.

     The football game ended at least 2 hours earlier and I had just
finished drying the last batch of towels before deciding to take a
shower myself.   Being the student manager of our highschool football
team takes more of my time than I anticipated.   After showering, the
boys just drop their towels on the benches or the floor.  One of my
duties is to launder them before locking up and heading home for the
night.

     Despite the long hours, I like this job because it gives me an
opportunity to be part of the team.   At five six and 98 pounds
soaking wet, I've given up my dream of playing football.  There is
one guy on the team who is also five six but he weighs 185 pounds.

     Brad is a senior and a defensive tackle, big enough to start on any
division one college team in the nation.  Ever since the season started,
he seems to have taken a sexual interest in me.  Up to this point, I'd
been able to fend off his advances.   Not that I wanted to, mind you,
it's just that he is so huge, he scares me.   Not only is he the biggest
guy on the team, his nuts are huge and his cock is obscenely long and
thick.

    Many the nights, I sat alone in my room and wondered what it would
be like to have him enter me.  I was certain that it would hurt.. but I
didn't care.   Just to feel this big guy pumping his load of manseed up
my rectum was a total turn-on.   I wanted him to take me, make me his
pussyboy.   I wanted to be ordered about... told to drop to my knees and
make love to his manhood.   I would never be as big and strong as him
and knew that my place was to worship him... kiss his balls... lick the
shaft of his cock from base to tip.   I wanted him to take me in his
muscular arms and fuck me up against a wall... wrap my legs around his
waist and watch his eyes as he supports me on his gigantic cock.   I want
him to rut like a stallion, use me as his mare, impregnate me... make me
scream with pain and pleasure.   I dream of being his willing servant...
cook his food, wash his dishes and clothes.

    Exactly why he seems to have fixated on me, I haven't been able to
figure out.   Girls follow him everywhere and he could have just about
any of them he wanted.    Funny though, I've never seen him with the
same one twice.   It almost seems like he has a mission to date every
girl in the school, at least once.  It probably is the large lump in
his pants that make them swoon over him.   Can't say that I blame them
because I first became attracted to him for the same reason.  As I said,
I don't know what he sees in me though.  I guess Brad just likes little
boys like me more than girls, simple as that!

     I stood at the entrance to the showers, naked except for the tiny
towel that I just secured tightly around my middle.  Brad stepped out
from behind a row of lockers, clad only in his jockstrap.  He had the
strangest look on his face, nostrils flared with pure lust in his eyes.
My eyes traced down to the thick matting of black hair covering his
chest and followed the trail to his stomach where it disappeared
into the elastic band of his white cotton supporter.   I gasped when
I saw the material covering his crotch, tented at an odd angle.   Like
a moth to a flame, I was drawn to it.

      "See something you like, Honeyboy?"

      He called me 'Honeyboy' from the first day of football practice.
Despite my small stature, I have a shapely ass... or so I've been told.
I have to be careful when I lean over to pick up a towel.   It seems a
ritual developed where the football players playfully smack my ass
every chance they get.   It really bothered me in the beginning but now
I just accept it as part of the job.   Truth known, it feels good and
I've fantasized about being naked and passed from one hunky athlete's
lap to the next for my daily ass smacking.

      "Come over here, Honeyboy, and unwrap my cock.  You know
you want it.   I've seen the way you look at him.   He wants those hot
lips of yours around him, kissing his balls and licking his long shaft.
Drop that towel so I can get a look at what you have.   You've seen
everyone naked on the team but nobody has ever seen your hot booty.
That's about to change right now!"

      He didn't wait for an answer or for me to walk toward him.  Next
thing I know, he was standing next to me and ripped the towel away from
my tiny body.  My boysized cock sprang to attention at his overt act
of ownership.  He had to feel that I belonged to him, else he would have
asked my permission before stripping me like a 3 year old at bedtime.

      I stood there shaking like a scared little boy.  I haven't felt
this vulnerable since my Dad pulled off my pajama bottoms for a well
deserved spanking.  At that moment, I felt like a little boy again.
Brad is bigger and more powerful than my Dad and I knew that if he
chose to spank me it would hurt a lot more.   I doubted if spanking is
what he had in mind.   I feared the worst!

      "Please Brad...", I begged.  "Please let me go...  you're bigger
and more powerful than me!   Please don't fuck me, I'm too little and
skinny to take it.  Don't treat me like your slut... your pussyboy.
Don't order me to my knees and make me suck your huge cock."

      Brad just stood there in amazement.  He hadn't expected this kind
of reaction from me.

      "Geez, don't freak out on me Eric!    I thought you liked me
Honeyboy.  I only wanted to tell you that I like you too.   Go... take
your shower... I'll leave now that I realize I was wrong!"

      He turned and started walking away.

      "I lied to you Brad.  please don't go... let me show you how much
I need to worship you.  I dream about you every night."

      He turned around and I dropped at his feet.  I leaned over and
kissed them, first one then the other.  As I lay there making love to
his toes, he released his jockstrap and let it fall to his ankles.
Looking up from his feet, his legs were like twin palm trees.  His balls
resembled ripe coconuts hanging from a thick, branchlike cock.  I
shinnied my way up his hairy legs, kissing and licking his ankles, knees
and thighs.

      I got on my feet and nuzzled my nose under his balls, inhaling the
pungent musk scent.   He grabbed my ears and pulled me tight to his
nutsack.   I almost passed out from lack of oxygen when he forced my
nose between his hairy sacs.   He released his tight grip, giving me a
chance to inhale and clear my head.

      I washed his balls thoroughly with my grateful tongue before
moving on to the base of his cock.  It was no longer perpendicular to
his body.  My tongue action had caused it to harden and point directly
to the ceiling.   Ten inches of hard cock was waiting for me to
traverse.  I felt his hands move under my armpits, helping me up to lick
the underside of his shaft and suck the slick-wet helmet into my mouth.

     My neck and jaws ached because his cockhead was so large that it
filled my mouth to capacity.  The sweet taste of his precum was better
than I had imagined.   I managed to swallow it, only to be rewarded with
more as it leaked from his piss slit.   I heard a deep, guttural moan
but wasn't sure if it came from me or him.

     Then I was literally swept off my feet.   He cradled me in his arms
like a baby and walked into the first stall of the showerroom.    He let
me down on my feet and stood back a few paces, fixing his stare on my
4, very hard inches.   I blushed, thinking that he might laugh because
his is so much bigger than mine.

     He surprised me by saying, "It's beautiful and the perfect size."

     "Now turn around and let me see the rest of you!"

     My legs were wobbly but I did as he commanded.

     I could feel him staring at my bubble butt for what seemed like an
eternity.

     "Your ass is beautiful too", he said, causing me to blush more.

     He turned on the water and steam began to fog my vision.  I felt
his hands touch my asscheeks and then a burning sensation as he began
probing my rosebud with his thick, soapy fingers.  I don't know how many
fingers he had inside me but it felt like all 10.   I moaned as he
massaged my prostate, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
When he removed his fingers, I experienced an emptiness like never
before.  I wanted him to continue ravaging me, taking what now belonged
to him!

     Just as I was about to beg him to continue, he turned me around
to face him.  His soaped his impossibly long and hardened cock from top
to bottom.   When he had it fully lathered, he drew me toward him and
put his forearms under my thighs.   Just like in my dreams, I grabbed
the back of his neck and held on, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He walked me toward the far wall, away from the spray and leaned
forward, pressing my back against the cold tiles.  Somehow he managed to
bounce me around until his cock found it's mark.  I leaned back,
allowing his cockhead to stab my quivering, sudsy ass pucker.   His
mouth covered my Adam's apple as he let the weight of my body suck his
10 inch pole inside me.   I felt his teeth scrape my throat and chin
until he took my mouth with his.  His tongue worked inside and pumped
with the same rhythm as his cock inside my ass.   This giant of a man
bounced me up and down on his fuckstick.   He owned me, making me his
cunt, his pussyboy and I loved every second of it.

     I felt him sink to his knees and turn me away from the wall.  My
head and back were now flush on the shower floor.   I released the
grip that I had with my legs around his waist.   He grabbed my feet
and bent me backwards but continued to plow my ass with a steady,
powerful, fucking motion.   I groaned with each forward thrust as he
unmercifully took me to heights of sexual pleasure that I never knew
existed before.   Finally, I felt him stop and hold on while he
unleashed a torrent of manseed in my colon.   The weight of his upper
body almost cut off my breathing as he lay there emptying his seed
inside me.   I felt so privileged.... so special... this big senior had
chosen me, a lowly freshman, to be his fucktoy.

    Then it was done!

    He let go of my feet and stood up.  I lay there on the floor as,
once again, he towered over me.   He smiled and held his spent cock in
both hands, releasing a torrent of piss on my chest, neck and face.
For some perverse reason,  this was the best part for me.   It was like
he was marking me, claiming my body as his possession.   The pungent
odor of his piss entered my nostrils but smelled better than the finest
perfume money could buy.

    When he finished, he shook the final drops from his cock and
reached down, helping me up on my feet.  He directed me under the
hot spray and soaped my little body, stopping often to hug me closer
to his hairy body.

    When he finished, he handed me the bar of soap and I was given
permission to wash my man.   After both of us had a rinse, he carried
me like a small child outside to the towel table.   He laid me on my
back and swaddled me in several clean towels.   I watched as he dried
himself off.   His cock never went down to more than half-mast the whole
time.   He told me to lay still and walked over to his locker.  He
returned with some baby powder and sprinkled it on my ass, cock and
balls.   I felt warm and secure when he carried me to my locker and
dressed me like my Dad used to do, years ago.

    When he pulled up in front of my house, I told him that my parents
might be watching us.   I felt so proud when Brad kissed me goodnight,
almost as if I was his girlfriend or something.

    "I'll see you tomorrow, Honeyboy", he said.

    I came out to my parents that night and they were very supportive.
Brad proclaimed his love for me to his parents and the football team.
I stopped being the team manager because Brad said he was jealous when
the other players swatted my ass.   I didn't mind because he promised
to spank me when I was bad.   I was usually bad at least once a week!

the end


Postscript:  Brad got a football scholarship and was drafted into
             the pros following his junior year of college.   I
             graduated from highschool the same year and moved in with
             him.   I function as his wife in every respect and after
             15 years we're still together.  And yes, he continues to
             call me his 'Honeyboy'.



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