Date: Wed, 14 May 2008 14:13:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bill and Gordy

Bill and Gordy
By Bill

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a mostly-true story that took place
in the late 1960s.  It's the flip-side of another story I
wrote ("Gordy and Bill"), using myself as narrator, rather
than my young friend.]


I was a shy and awkward 15-year-old, with a lousy self-
image and no real friends.  Then, all of a sudden, a boy
came into my life.  A boy who was 6 years younger than me.
Our relationship only lasted for a little while, but over
that time my sexual attraction became a compulsion, leading
me to maneuver him into one incredible afternoon of boy-
sex.

Even though I was pretty much of a dork, I wasn't sexually
naïve or inexperienced.  Like every 15-year-old boy, I was
a boiling stew of sexual hormones, and I masturbated
frequently... usually about three times a day, and
sometimes more if it was a weekend or summer day when I was
just laying around the house with nothing to do (which was
often).  A few years before, when I was 13, I had the good
fortune of being invited to join a `sex club' with a group
of similar-age boys in my neighborhood.  They introduced me
to strip poker, feeling up each other's boners, group
masturbation sessions, and some brief and tentative
experiments with cock-sucking.  There was even a time, with
me and two other guys watching, when Doug (the oldest
member and unofficial leader of the club) butt-fucked Dan,
who was 11 and the youngest boy in the group.

The sex club was short-lived, however, and by the time of
this story those wonderful boy-sex activities were in my
distant past... except as a constant source for my
masturbation fantasies.

Gordy was a cute 9-year-old who had moved into a house down
the block from me, late in the summer just before school
started back up.  I certainly hadn't set out to seduce him.
In fact, when he first started coming around to see me,
almost idolizing me, I viewed him as a pest.  But I can
pinpoint exactly when I had my first sexual feelings for
him. It was a hot September day, and he was playing in a
water-sprinkler in his front yard.  He had stripped down to
just his white cotton briefs, and they clung wonderfully to
his crotch and his gorgeous little butt when they became
wet.  As I watched him playing, I found myself getting
really aroused.  I would have given anything at that moment
to have those underpants come off and see him frolicking
totally nude in the sprinkler.  I told him I needed to go
home, and when I got my bedroom I jacked off furiously,
lying on my back on the bed.  And after I orgasmed and had
caught my breath, I didn't even pause long enough clean the
globs of semen off my belly before lubing up my circumcised
cock with lotion and jacking it again!

>From that moment, I knew I had a sexual attraction to young
boys.  Not just to Gordy, but other boys I was now noticing
everywhere.  But, of course, Gordy was the only boy who was
attracted to me as well!  My feelings of lust clicked into
high-gear every time he and I were together, and ignited
into a blazing fire whenever we play-wrestled each other
and I pressed against his slender young body.  And from
then on, whenever I masturbated, my brain played vivid
fantasies of Gordy and me doing every sort of sexual act my
over-heated imagination could conceive.  I concocted all
sorts of seduction scenarios in my head.  Although I was
too timid and cautious to initiate anything at first, my
desire kept inching me closer to making a move.

Gordy got out of school about a half-hour before I did.
Almost every school day, he would be waiting for me at my
house; sometimes sitting on the front steps; sometimes in
the kitchen chatting with my Mom.  First thing, I would go
back to my room to change out my private-school uniform
(blazer, khaki pants, button-down shirt, tie) and into
casual clothes.  With Gordy there watching me, I would
always pause, wearing just my briefs, knowing his eyes were
scanning my body.  I was fervently hoping that he was
curious about that bulge in the front, and that maybe he
would even ask to see my dick!  But he didn't, so I knew it
was up to me to make the first move.

I was walking home from school on a warm late-September
day, and knew that my Mom wouldn't be home for 2 more
hours, leaving the house empty for me and Gordy.  Could I
really go through with it, or would I chicken out?

"Hi Gordy!" I said as I turned from the sidewalk onto the
walkway to my front door.

"Hi Bill! You're finally home!" he said, jumping up from
the stoop to greet me. "How come your mom isn't around?"

"She's at some women's club meeting downtown until dinner-
time. Let's go inside and I'll get us some cokes.  OK?"

"Sure!" he said.  He had told me he wasn't allowed to spoil
his appetite with soft drinks after school, but he always
accepted when I offered one.

"Sure is hot today!  I'm all sweaty," I said, as we sipped
our drinks.  "I can't wait to change out of these clothes.
Let's go to my room."

He followed me up the stairs and back to my bedroom.  Even
though nobody would be home, I still closed the door.
Gordy sat on my bed, while I went over to my dresser and
started removing my clothes.  Off came the tie, my shoes
and socks, my trousers.  I unbuttoned my shirt and removed
it, leaving me in just white cotton briefs.  I had
intentionally worn older ones - soft, thin, and a size too
small - to show my cock better.  I could feel my heartrate
speeding up and my face feeling hot.  I looked over at
Gordy, and he was staring right at my crotch!  I took that
as signal.  He IS interested, I thought to myself.  Come
on, Bill... make the next move, I told myself.  See how far
you can take this!

"I got really sweaty walking home.  I should change these
too," I said softly, and slowing started to pull down my
underpants.

Now Gordy's eyes really lit up!  I guess he had never seen
a teenager's or adult's cock and pubic hair before, because
it was like he was hypnotized!  I just stood there, totally
naked, displaying my body to him, taking plenty of time
before I pulled on a clean pair of briefs.  When Gordy
finally looked up and our eyes met, his expression got a
bit sheepish for having stared.  But he also giggled, and I
smiled back.

"Did you like it?" I asked, as I pulled on some cut-off
jeans and a tee-shirt.

He didn't reply, and looked puzzled.  Maybe he didn't know
what I was referring to.

"My dick... you know, my penis... did you like looking at
it?"

"Well... yeah," he said, kind of hesitantly.  "Is that OK?"

"Sure!  We're both boys, and it's perfectly normal for boys
to see each other naked."

"It is?"

"Yeah!" I said, feeling more self-confident as my little
game progressed.  "Boys do that all the time."

I considered asking him to pull down his pants and show me
his dick, but I hesitated, not wanting to take things too
fast.

"So what are we gonna do for fun?" he asked me.  We'd been
for a long walk in the woods the previous day, talking
about all sorts of topics.

I thought for a moment.  "You remember yesterday how I was
telling you about masters and slaves in the Roman Empire?"
He nodded.  "Do you want to play a game about masters and
slaves?" I asked hopefully.

"How do you play it?"

"Well, we take turns... one of us is the master and the
other is the slave... and the master can command the slave
to do anything. Anything at all... even embarrassing
things.  And then we switch roles."

"OK!" he said eagerly.  He looked like he was REALLY into
it!

"You can be the master first," I said.  "What do you want
to command me to do?"

"Gosh... I don't know," he replied.  "What should I ask
for?"

Here was where I played my next move.  "It seemed like you
enjoyed looking at me when I was changing clothes.  If you
wanted, you could order me to...."  My voice sort of caught
in my throat, and I felt my face blushing more than ever.
"Um, order me to take off all my clothes... and make me do
a naked dance."

"I can?!" he said in amazement.  Then he gave a naughty
grin.  "OK.  You're my slave and you gotta do the naked
dance!"  His body squirmed with excitement as he sat on the
edge of the bed, with me standing a few feet away in front
of him.

I took a deep breath and pulled the tee-shirt over my head.
Then I started moving my body like I imagined a strip-tease
dancer would. I could feel I was getting an erection, but I
definitely didn't care. Slowly, I unbuttoned and unzipped
my jeans and let them fall to the floor as I gyrated my
hips in a circular motion and put my hands behind my head
to show off my body.  Standing there in just my briefs, I
watched Gordy's expression of anticipation, his eyes
scanning me up and down.  I glanced at the prominent bulge
in my snug underpants as I moved my body, and the sight
made my penis pulse even harder with lust.

Oh, God!  I had done this so many times, alone in my room
as a prelude to masturbation... looking at myself in the
mirror and imagining another boy (or several boys!)
watching me strip nude and flaunt my stiff boner.  I rubbed
the front of my briefs, running my fingers over my cloth-
covered cock, and shivered with lust.  Gordy was
concentrating intensely on that bulge as I began to ease
the waistband slowly downward, while my hips swayed from
side to side.  I watched as my cock-head emerged, blushing
its deepest shade of red.  Then I glanced up at Gordy.  He
was totally entranced.  I pulled the briefs down farther so
the rest of my cock-shaft was revealed... then my modest
nest of public hair, and finally my dangling teenage balls.
As I stood there totally naked, my cock was sticking
straight up, as hard as it had ever been.  It was only 5
inches long [12.5 cm], and rather slender, but Gordy's eyes
were wide with amazement, as if it were enormous.

"Bill?  How come it's so different and bigger than before?"
he asked in a puzzled tone.

"It gets like that when I'm feeling excited," I explained.
"And I'm feeling REALLY excited showing you my penis.  Do
you like the way it looks when it's stiff?"  Even though it
wasn't big, I had always thought it looked really nice and
sexy, ever since I'd first compared boners with the boys in
the Sex Club.

"Gosh, yeah!" he exclaimed.

"Do you want to feel it?" I asked softly.

"Sure!"

As I stepped close to him, he reached out cautiously and
touched my erection with his fingertips, then slowly
wrapped his hand around it and began exploring my cock and
balls with scientific scrutiny.

"Wow!" he murmured.

I sighed with pleasure as he fondled me.  This was working
out so perfectly!

"I'm still confused," he said at last, as he squeezed my
boner gently.  "How did you make it get all stiff like
this?"

"It does it all by itself," I said.  "Yours will get like
that when you're a little older.  It's called a boner,
because it feels like it has a bone inside it.  And it
feels really good to have you touching it.  And it's even
better if you move your hand up and down some."

He moved his hand while holding my cock firmly, moving the
skin with it.  For a circumcised penis, that just didn't do
it.  "That's good, Gordy," I said.  "But do it a little
more softly.  Make your hand slide smoothly over the
skin.... Oh yeah; like that! That's so good!"

He was starting to actually masturbate me, and it felt
incredible!  It was so good, in fact, that I was worried
about shooting a big load of cum right into his face.  That
wouldn't have been good if he didn't know what was
happening.  And in any case, I wanted to delay my orgasm
until the game had progressed farther.

I reluctantly backed away, and his hand slid off my cock.
"Now it's my turn to be the master," I said.

"OK!" he replied eagerly.

I suspected he would do just about anything I suggested,
but I wanted to take things slowly.  "I command you to
strip naked and do a dance, just like I did."

He jumped up onto the bed, practically buzzing with boyish
energy and bouncing all around, even before the first
article of clothing came off.  Then he stripped off his
clothes in a rapid flurry of activity, too impatient to do
a slow strip-tease, with his underpants coming down at the
same time as his elastic-waist shorts.  When he danced, it
was a frenetic wiggling of his slender naked body, with his
arms held up above his head, and his longer-than-expected
penis waving from side to side.

As I studied his sexy body, my cock throbbed with desire.
I reached down to gently stroke myself, careful not to take
it to the edge.

"Seems like you have a nice big penis for a 9-year-old!" I
commented.  It was a slender 3 inches [7.5 cm], with a
beautiful circumcised head. It was a good bit longer, as I
remembered back, than that of the youngest of the Sex Club
members... the 11-year-old named Dan.

He grinned happily on hearing the compliment.  "Yeah, I
guess.  When my friends Ted and Jimmy and me showed our
penises to each other in the boys' room at school last
week, mine was definitely the longest!"

"So... do you and your friends ever... uh, play with each
other's penises?" I asked tentatively.

"Nuh-huh," he replied.  "But I wish we did!  It's so much
fun doin' it with you!"  Then he reached down and held his
penis at the base with his thumb and forefinger, wiggling
it up and down.  "I wish I could make mine into a boner
like you can."

"Maybe I can make it get stiff.  Would you let me feel it
up," I asked.

"Sure!"

"OK, lay down on the bed, on your back," I said.  "I'm
still the master, so you have to do what I command."

He flopped down with his head on my pillow, giggling with
nervous excitement.  I looked at his naked body briefly, my
eyes scanning from his small sexy feet to his eager
sparkling eyes, memorizing his stunning boy-beauty.  Then I
reached out to fondle his penis.  But as soon as I touched
him, he wiggled onto his side and cupped his hands at his
crotch.

"That tickles!" he laughed. Then he removed his hands and
willed his body to lie still on his back.

But as soon as I touched him again, he was overwhelmed with
giggles and curled into a ball.

"Hmmm.... We'll have to do something to cure those
tickles," I said.   I lay down on the bed next to him, my
cock still stiff and throbbing.  I got as close as I could
to him without touching his body.  Our faces were only
inches apart as our heads rested on the pillow.

"Let's stop playing the game for a while," I said; "and
I'll show you what older boys do when they really like each
other... the way you and me like each other.  You know that
play-wrestling we were doing a couple days ago?  Want to do
that some more?"

"OK!" he said eagerly, his giggles having subsided.  I knew
how much he loved the physical contact of our pretend
wrestling.

I snuggled closer to him, putting my arm softly around his
back and pulled our bodies together.  Then I rolled him on
top of me, so I was on my back, with Gordy lying on my
chest.  My hands began to slide along the smooth, warm skin
of his back... up to his shoulders and down almost to his
wonderfully-rounded slender butt.

This sure wasn't wrestling!  I was sighing with delight and
pleasure as I gently caressed his body, with my cock
pressing against him in the most incredible way!

"Oh, Gordy," I whispered.  "Your skin is so soft!  This
feels so good!"  My hands slid gently across his butt.  "Is
it OK if I feel your rear like this?" I asked.

"Sure!  It feels good when you do it," he said.

God!  This was perfect!

"Kiss me, Gordy," I murmured.

"Kiss you?  Sure!" He scooted up a little along my body and
gave me a peck on the cheek.

"No; on the lips," I said.

He made a skeptical face.  "Is this what big boys do when
they like each other?" he asked.

"Sometimes," I replied; "when they're super-special
friends, like you and me are.  But it's kind of a secret
thing, so you don't hear about guys doing it.  It feels
really good, though.  Try it."

I pursed my lips, and he imitated me.  I slid my hand up to
the back of his head and stroked his hair while drawing his
face to mine.  I wet my lips quickly with my tongue, and
then our lips met.  Oh, man!  This was great!  I wrapped my
arms around him in a big bear-hug, and our lips slid all
around each other.

When the kiss finally broke, I murmured "Now let's kiss
with our tongues."

"Tongues?!" he exclaimed in surprise.  "That sounds yucky!"

"Try it, Gordy," I said.  "Open your mouth."

He must have trusted me, because his lips parted.  I
extended my tongue just a bit, sliding the tip between his
lips, then more deeply until it met his tongue.  He pressed
back with his own tongue, and they were both sliding
together.  And the longer we went, the more Gordy got into
it, kissing me with as much passion as I was kissing him.

WOW!  This was awesome!  I had never French-kissed anyone
before, but I had fantasized for years about what it would
be like.  And it was every bit as wonderful as I had
imagined.

We were making out with each other, our bodies were rubbing
together erotically, when suddenly I was aware of a
stiffness pressing back against my boner.

"Hey, Gordy!  Your penis is stiff too!" I said.  I rolled
us over onto our sides and reached down to touch it.  It
felt amazingly sexy, and was incredibly stiff.  It wasn't
much longer than when it was soft, but it was plumper.

"I've got a real boner!" he exclaimed proudly.  "Just like
you!"

"I'm so proud of you!" I said.  "You have the most handsome
boner I've ever seen!"

He beamed with pride as he rolled onto his back, raising
his hips to offer his boyish erection for more fondling.
My hand accepted the invitation, and my fingers explored
his stiff penis and the softness of his round boy-scrotum
as I lay snuggled beside him, marveling at just how sexy a
young boy could be.

"I'm glad you're my friend!" he said, turning his face to
mine.  Then he kissed me, sliding his tongue as deeply into
my mouth as he could.

I hugged him tightly and returned his kisses.  This was so
WONDERFUL!

My greedy fingers finally released Gordy's boner, and I got
on top of him, straddling the 9-year-old's small body, my
knees on either side of his legs.  Instinctively, I began
rubbing my crotch against his, thrusting my hips in a
fucking motion.  It felt so good, sliding my cock against
his stiff little penis and along his soft, warm belly.   My
arms hugged him close as my hips humped against him faster,
rubbing him harder.

"Oh, Gordy!" I whispered, right in his ear.  "You're
incredible! It's so awesome!  Yes, Gordy!  Oh, YES!"

I took his earlobe between my lips and gently sucked it,
then flicked it with my tongue-tip.  His body shuddered
with pleasure.

"Do that some more!" he pleaded.  I gladly complied,
running my tongue right into his ear as erotically as I
could.

He squeezed his arms around me tightly, and now he was
humping his hips up against me too!  Pretty soon I was
panting and moaning into his ear, in a daze of erotic
ecstasy, way beyond anything I'd ever felt when jacking
off.

Oh, God!  I felt my orgasm rising up!  There was a fleeting
thought that I should stop, but my body kept going, greedy
for the approaching sexual release.

"Oh Gordy!... Yes!... I'm gonna... it's so close!... Here
it comes!  Ah! Ah! Ah!... Ahhhhhhhh."

My cock exploded onto the innocent little angel's body...
spurt after spurt of pure sexual pleasure shooting out of
my cock.  Finally I lay still, holding onto him as my cock
continued spasming with jolts of ecstasy, and my heart
pounded in my chest.  My mouth covered his and kissed him
sloppily.

"That was so amazing, Gordy!"

"Bill?" he says suddenly.  "It's all wet down there!  Did
you...?  Is that pee?"

I rolled off of him.  His belly and genitals were smeared
with semen.  I tried to explain.  "No Gordy; it's not pee.
It's called sperm, and it comes out of a guy's penis when
he rubs it and makes it feel really good."

"It never comes out of MINE!" he says indignantly, getting
some of the viscous spunk on his fingers, and examining it
with an expression close to revulsion.

"When you get older... like 12 or 13... it'll start coming
out," I said.  "Here, let me clean it up and I'll do
something that'll make you feel fantastic."

"Well, OK..." he said with some reluctance.

I hopped up, got my underpants off the floor, and started
wiping the semen off his stomach.  Then I wiped my own
stomach and cock.

"You missed some," he said, pointing to the glistening
streaks of cum on his still-stiff little boner.

"I'm going to get that cleaned up in a special way," I
said.

I shifted his body around on the bed so his legs are
hanging over the side, and put the pillow back under his
head.  Then I pulled his legs apart and lowered my head
between them.  A shiver ran through my body as I stared
closely at my young friend's cum-smeared penis and scrotum.
It was so sexy!  My face came down, and I licked the skin
of his inner thighs; then just to the right of his boy-
cock; then over to the left; then on his belly.  He giggled
a little.  His hand was resting on the bed and I reached
for it, licking his index finger that had investigated my
cum.  Then I sucked it into mouth, running my lips up and
down it as if giving his finger a blow-job.

"Want me to suck your penis like that, with my mouth?" I
asked.  "Would that be OK?"

"Suck my penis? Inside your MOUTH?!" he gasped.

"You'll really like it... but I won't if you don't want me
to," I said, praying that he'd accept my offer.

"OK... you can suck it clean," he giggled, and I could tell
he thought this would be fun... but really NAGHTY fun!

My tongue came out and licked along the side of his boner
from the bottom to the top.  He giggled again as a spasm of
ticklishness ran through his body, and I tilted my face up
to look into his eyes.  Did he really want it?  The look on
his face said `yes!', and his hand reached down to hold his
penis at its base, tilting it up toward my mouth.

"Do it some more!" he urged.

Alright!  My lips captured his luscious cock-head and slid
slowly down the finger-length shaft... all the way down to
the base.  He removed his fingers from his cock and ran
them through my hair, pulling my face toward him as he
lifted his hips slightly.  My tongue slithered all over the
sensitive flesh, and I gloried in the act of sucking a
boy's cock again... the first time since my Sex Club days,
more than 2 years before.

"It makes my penis feel so good!  Your mouth is so warm and
wet!"

I was sliding my mouth up and down on Gordy's boy-cock, and
my hands massaged his smooth slender butt.  I felt a surge
of erotic pleasure and began cock-sucking my 9-year-old
friend with piston-like intensity. Gordy was squealing with
delight, and his hips were now bouncing off the bed as he
fucked into my mouth.

Finally I paused, looked up at him, and smiled.  "Do you
like that, Gordy?"  I knew the answer, of course, but just
wanted to hear him say it.

"Oh, Bill!  I love it!  It's the most wonderful thing I
ever felt!"

Instead of going back onto his little cock, my mouth went
to his boyish scrotum... licking at the silky skin and
suckling the little eggs with my lips and tongue.

But I was determined to do something I had only dreamed
about until then.  My hands pushed Gordy's slender thighs
back and exposed the soft-pink pucker between his spread
ass cheeks.  I hesitated a few seconds, and then brought my
mouth down, running the tip of my tongue around the
clenched muscle.  The thrill of this taboo act sent a
shiver through me.  Back in my Sex Club days, licking
another boy's asshole had been one of the few sexual dares
that none of us had accepted.

Gordy was sighing and cooing with pleasure as I began
rimming him more intensely... lapping with the flat of my
tongue, and then pushing with my tongue-tip.  Suddenly the
muscles dilated a bit, and I pushed in even more firmly.

"OH!  YES!" Gordy groaned.  "Oh, Bill... this is even
better than when I put my finger into my bottom-hole!"

I stopped rimming for a moment and asked "Would you like it
if I put my finger in your bottom-hole while I suck your
boner some more?"

"Gosh, yeah!" he said.

I licked my finger and swirled it around Gordy's sensitive
anal flesh, then pushed it in gently.

"Ahhhhh!" he sighed ecstatically.  I felt the anal muscle
loosen a bit and I eased my finger into it, knuckle deep.

"You like that?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

He nodded his head up and down vigorously.

Now my mouth moved back onto his dick, which was still
wonderfully stiff.  My lips and tongue resumed their
aggressive up-and-down blow job on his slender boy-cock, as
my free hand caressed his smooth thigh and butt.

"Bill!" he gasped.  "Move your finger in and out!"

I began a shallow, rhythmic finger-fucking motion.

"Yes, like that!"

This was so great.  I was having the thrill of giving Gordy
a blow-job at the same time I was loosening up his asshole
with my finger, getting him ready for my ultimate goal.
The more I worked over my young friend, the more I fell
into an ecstatic trance... almost religious, on my knees,
worshipping at the alter of a succulent boy-cock.

All of a sudden, I became aware of Gordy squealing louder,
his body tensing, his back arching.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"  He called out in desperation, his voice
echoing off my bedroom wall.  He gripped my head with both
his hands, trying to make me suck him even faster, while
his hips lifted off the bed, pushing his beautiful young
erection into my mouth.  His anal muscle began spasming
around my probing finger.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!... Stop, Bill! Stop sucking!  Please!  The
feeling is too strong... I can't take it any more!"

His whole body was tense and shivering. His breathing was
rapid and ragged.  I looked up at him, and he held out his
arms to hug me. I stood up, reached down, and picked him up
right off the bed and held him in my arms, stroking his
body and kissing him tongue-to-tongue.  Gordy wrapped his
arms and legs around me and hugged me fiercely.

"That felt so good!" he said at last.  "What happened to
me?"

"It's called an orgasm.  Nice, huh?" I said, as my hands
slipped down to hold his butt cheeks.  "That's what I had
when the sperm came out.  You don't make sperm yet, but you
can still get the good feelings."

I put him back down on the bed and lay down beside him, and
we snuggled and kissed some more.  It had been great so
far, but I wanted more.  With our bodies rubbing together,
I was feeling so incredibly horny!   I guided Gordy's small
hand to my cock, letting him feel it's renewed stiffness,
and I fondled his boy-dick until it was erect as well.

"Are you having fun, Gordy?  You want to play some more?"

"YEAH!"

"How about we go back to playing the 'master and slave'
game. It's your turn to be master again, and you can make
me do anything... absolutely anything at all."

"OK!" he said.  His face was a mix of excitement and deep
thought as he contemplated his choice.

"Alright; so you're my slave.  And you gotta do your tongue
on me like you did before... on my ear, and my fingers, and
ESPECIALLY on my bottom-hole! You gotta lick me and suck me
all over my body!"

"Yes, master!" I replied, feeling an erotic surge pulsing
through me as I played out the fantasy of being submissive
to a 9-year-old boy.

Trying to decide where to start, I suddenly though of his
feet.  Although I had never sexualized feet before, Gordy's
had suddenly become irresistibly sexy to me.  I moved down
the bed and took one of his perfectly-shaped boyish feet in
both my hands.  I caressed the silky skin and then lowered
my mouth to it.  Kissing the top, I inhaled the slightly-
musty aroma, surprised at how much the scent turned me on.
Then I let his big-toe slide between my lips, sucking it
hungrily.

A shiver ran through my body!  What an unexpected thrill!
I moved to the next toe, taking it in my mouth and licking
it.  Gordy giggled, but he didn't pull his foot away.  In
fact, he loved it!  He raised his other lovely foot up so
that I could worship both of them.

"Do all my toes like that, Bill!" he ordered.  "You're a
slave, so you gotta kiss and lick and suck all over both of
my feet!"

I was happy to comply, spending several minutes worshipping
his perfect boy-feet with my lips and tongue.  Then it was
time to move up his body.  I kissed a trail up his slender
leg, gently licking his silky inner-thigh, and nuzzled
Gordy's stiff little erection and loose scrotum.

"Lick my bottom-hole, slave!" he commanded.  "And then suck
my boner!"

I lifted Gordy's legs up and pushed them back, then went
down on his asshole, rimming it aggressively and pushing my
tongue into him as he squirmed and squealed with delight.
But I only did it briefly.  Much as I enjoyed pleasuring
Gordy, I was also thinking about what I'd do when we
switched places and he was my slave again.

I moved up and began up to suck Gordy's boyish cock...
blowing him briefly and vigorously, and making him moan
with sexual delight.  Then to the tiny nipples on his
skinny chest; then over to lick his smooth armpit (making
him giggle); and then to his ear.  Gordy loved the feeling
of my tongue in his ear and his body trembled like it did
when I was sucking his cock or rimming his asshole.

"Now I'm the master again," I whispered in his ear.  "I'm
going to have some fun with your bottom-hole in a way that
big boys do to younger boys when they're really good
friends.  OK?"

"OK, Bill," he said, trustingly.  "What should I do?"

"Roll over on your tummy, and I'll put these pillows
underneath you to raise your bottom up."

He was totally compliant with my direction, and I knew just
how I wanted to do it.  I was recreating a scene that had
been burned into my memory 2 years before, when the oldest
and the youngest Sex Club members – Doug and Dan – had
fucked in front of an audience of Club members.  Doug had
bragged to us about screwing Dan when they were alone, and
we nagged him into putting on a show for the rest of us.
Dan had been reluctant at first, knowing that submitting to
a fuck was taboo, even under the debauched standards of our
Sex Club, but our pestering finally worked with him too.

Imitating what I had watched Doug do back then, I got the
bottle of lotion that I used as masturbation lube and put
some on my fingers.  I immediately rubbed it onto Gordy's
exposed anus and slid my index finger into his hole,
twisting it and moving it in and out.

"Does that feel OK, Gordy?"

"Yeah!  It feels nice!"

"OK; now I'm going to try two fingers."

I slid my index finger out, and then slowly reinserted it
along with my middle finger.  Gordy let out a little moan
and I stopped moving my fingers.

"You OK, pal?" I asked.

"Yeah.  It feels kinda weird, but it feels good too."

That's my boy!  I resumed my gentle finger-fucking, as my
other hand caressed Gordy's butt.  I was getting so primed
for what would come next that my cock was ready to burst!

"Now I'm going to put my boner in, Gordy.  I'll get it nice
and slippery first."

"OK," he said, trusting as ever.

I quickly slathered my erection with lotion and got in
position behind the 9-year-old's upraised ass.  My fingers
guided my cock to its target, and I pushed in.

"Uh!  Go slow!" Gordy said.

"Alright; I will," I said, using all my willpower to keep
from thrusting my hips forward. I pushed in ever-so-slowly,
entering the tight virgin asshole.  I stopped and then
pushed some more.  I pulled back a little and then pushed
forward again, sliding in more than before.  Oh, man! This
was feeling great!  Back a little, then in.  Ahhhh, yes!
My hips were moving in a rhythm now, in and out,
penetrating a little deeper with each in-stroke.  Gordy was
silent beneath me.

"How's it feel, Gordy?"

"My bottom feels really full.  It doesn't hurt, but it
doesn't feel good either."

"I think it'll feel better after a couple minutes," I said,
recalling how Dan was moaning with pleasure by the time
Doug pumped a load of cum in his ass.

Then I had a thought.  Stopping my thrusts for a moment, I
leaned down across Gordy's back, brought my mouth down and
flicked my tongue along his ear.

"Mmmm!" he purred, turning his head to the side, welcoming
more attention.

My tongue teased all around the boy's erogenous ear, and it
worked like magic!  Gordy's ass rose up and pushed back
against my cock, and he said "That feels SO good!"

I continued to lick his ear as I resumed my fucking.  My
thrusts became bolder... faster... penetrating deeper.  In
very little time, I was thrusting my whole 5 inches of cock
into his ass, and he was still sighing with pleasure.

As many times as I'd imagined fucking... as many times as
I'd heard other boys making awed references to it (with
girls, of course)... it was only now, with my cock sliding
back and forth in Gordy's hot, tight ass, that I truly
appreciated why this act was held in such awe.

"Oh, Bill!  It's feeling really good in my bottom!  Keep
doing it fast and hard like that!"

God!  Those were magical words.  It wasn't just me using
Gordy for my own pleasure... although that was my
undeniable motivation.  He was enjoying it too!  Any
particle of guilt I might have felt about taking advantage
of his innocence dissolved in the grunting thrusts of my
passion as I worked toward my climax.  I was totally
controlled by raw animal lust as I fucked the boy's tight
little ass.  My whole body surged with the tension and pure
pleasure of approaching orgasm.

And then the tension exploded in the most intense orgasm of
my entire life.  My cock throbbed with sexual ecstasy as my
cum pumped into Gordy's rectum.  Tremors shook my body as I
finally stopped thrusting... my cock buried deep into my
young friend's ass.

I rolled us over on our sides, spooning Gordy as I hugged
him close, kissing the back of his neck, inhaling the scent
of his hair, whispering in his ear how good he had made me
feel... and almost, but not quite, saying `I love you' as I
gloried in the afterglow of sex.

Then reality slowly invaded my consciousness, and things
became a little awkward.  My sense of guilt, and fear of
consequences, intruded on my selfish pursuit of pleasure.
I knew Gordy had liked it, but now I had to explain to him
that what we had done wasn't viewed with approval by grown-
ups... that he couldn't ever talk about our games with
others.  And the more I thought about the down-side of my
actions, the more I realized that I should never do it
again.

And that's how it turned out.  We never again got naked
together; never again had sex.  We still got together in
the afternoon, though we soon drifted farther and farther
apart.  At first, sometimes Gordy asked if we could play
Master and Slave again.  I was tempted, but we never did.
And I never was intimate with any other boy again either,
except in my over-heated imagination... imagining erotic
scenarios of wonderful boy-sex as I masturbated... and
eventually, decades later, writing them out for publication
on the Internet.

[The End]
Note: Much of this story is 100% true, but the activity
didn't go as far as the story portrays. Want to know what
REALLY happened? Write to me at bil47_new@yahoo.com