Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2000 04:35:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Sissy-Boy Neighbor (b/b/f)

My dad's job kept moving us around a lot when I was a kid, 
and it was always hard to make new friends, especially because 
I was pretty shy. Each time we moved to a new city, though, 
the houses and neighborhoods got nicer. When I was 12, in 
the 7th grade, we moved to a neighborhood that was almost 
rural - each house had a couple acres and there were woods 
and streams all around; even some farmland. The handful of 
houses on our street were about 150 feet apart with big lawns 
or semi-woodland between them. 

The problem was that there were very few kids. In fact there 
was only one boy my age - Freddy - who had recently turned 13. 
Problem was, I wasn't sure I wanted him for a friend. Oh, he 
was nice enough. In fact, he tried very hard to get me to be his 
friend. But he was... well, different from other boys I'd known. 
Feminine and graceful; flamboyant and giggly. He had delicate 
features - almost pretty - with straight blond hair down to his 
shoulders, blazing blue eyes, and a slender body. 

We moved there in the Spring and I had to start at a new school 
just as the school year was winding down. None of the other kids 
seemed to acknowledge my existence... except Freddy. But it was 
obvious from my first day at school that Freddy was an outcast. 
Hardly a day went by that he wasn't taunted: "Freddy the faggot"; 
"queer"; "sissy-boy". Not that I really knew what a faggot was.... 

I was definitely approaching puberty. My dick and balls were 
noticeably bigger, though I had no pubic hair. I had an erection 
nearly every morning (and sometimes during the day) that stuck 
up 4". Sometimes at night I would pull down my pajama pants 
and hold my dick in my hand, squeezing it gently, and it would 
stiffen and give me a warm tingling feeling. But I had no idea about 
masturbation and knew almost nothing about sex except the 
textbook "birds and bees" basics. When the other boys called 
Freddy a cocksucker, it didn't occur to me that it had a literal 
meaning. All I heard was an all-purpose insult, like saying "you're 
an asshole" or "that really sucks". 

But at the same time I had a semi-clear concept of queers as 
being bad, or at least as objects of scorn. As kids they were sissies 
like Freddy. As adults they only liked other men. And, my parents 
had warned me, they "do bad things" to boys who they lure into 
their cars. But for some reason, I had this vision of the "bad things" 
as being the proverbial playground drug pusher selling marijuana 
or heroin, rather than a sexual predator wanting to feel my dick
or get me to feel his. Well, in any case I did my best to avoid 
being too friendly with Freddy, lest his reputation as a queer 
rub off on me.

One time I was in the boys' room when some bullies did something 
I'd never seen before. A bigger kid pinned Freddy's arms from 
behind while two more pulled down his pants to his ankles and 
then pulled down his skimpy bikini-style underpants. Me and 
several others didn't participate, but we didn't intervene either. 
The bullies laughed at Freddy's sissy underpants - everyone else 
I saw when we changed for PE wore boxers or the traditional 
white jockies. But they didn't make fun of his penis. As his 
underpants were pulled down, I saw that it was at least 4" soft, 
and as he struggled for about 20 seconds with his private parts 
on public view, it grew half-hard to perhaps 5". Like me, he was cut. 
The bullies soon let him go, but the sight of his dick was burned 
into my memory.

After that, my night-time explorations of my penis were often 
accompanied by visions of Freddy's long slender rod, bobbing 
up as he was manhandled by the bullies. It occurred to me that 
these were "queer thoughts", but I couldn't help myself. The 
fantasy of me touching Freddy's erection made my own 
immature boner feel even better.

On weekends I was around home all day, but I initially spurned 
Freddy's invitations to play. He was persistent, though, and I was 
lonely. And besides, no one from school was anywhere around, 
so what harm could it do? Freddy knew a lot of cool places to 
explore - an old treehouse deep in the woods; a cave beside a wide 
stream; a lush meadow on an abandoned farm. He also had a vivid 
imagination and was always making up scenarios for our play... like 
we were pirates or Indians. Kind of childish, but still fun. 
Sometimes his scenario would involve me taking him captive and
tying him up - something that he really seemed to get into. In fact, 
it was pretty obvious that he got a boner when I tied him to a tree 
and was he pretending to struggle. One time he needed to pee when 
we were outside together, and he didn't turn his back as I would 
have. In fact, he made a show of pulling his pants and underpants 
down to his knees and pulling up his shirt so I could see his penis 
as the piss flowed out. I felt like I should avert my eyes, but I didn't. 
There was that impressive dick again. I hadn't seen other boys 
naked (we didn't take showers in PE), and I couldn't help but stare. 
After he had finished peeing, he shook his dick for longer than it 
took to get rid of that last drop of pee. My feelings were mixed. 
On the one hand, I thought he shouldn't be doing this so blatantly, 
and I shouldn't be looking. But also I was fascinated and felt a buzz 
of electricity in my body as his hand played briefly with his dick. 
Freddy's suggestions that I should join him peeing there in the open 
were politely rejected.

One beautiful warm Saturday, Freddy came to my house and 
asked if I wanted to go on a picnic; he had already packed 
everything we needed. So we walked the mile or so to the 
isolated meadow that he had shown me. He spread a blanket 
out and served the sandwiches and soft drinks he had brought.

"Let's work on our tans" he suggested, and immediately pulled 
off his shirt. I shrugged and took mine off too. His eyes were 
riveted to my body, and he commented that I had very broad 
shoulders. (I knew this already, but got a good feeling hearing 
him say it.)  Then he took off his pants and was wearing only  
red bikini underpants. I hesitated a minute, but then pulled my 
jeans off and sat there wearing only my boxers. Freddy lay on his 
stomach looking over at were I was sitting. He stretched and 
moved his body around, almost like he was grinding his crotch 
in to the ground. His barely-covered round ass wiggled provocatively, 
and I felt that tingle in my body again. "The sun feels nice, doesn't it?"

he said. Then he rolled over, and I starred at the pouch of his tight 
briefs - his cock was a clearly outlined ridge, pushing up against 
the waistband. 

"How `bout if we get tan all over our bodies; huh, Billy?" he 
asked, with a sly smile on his lips. It took me a moment to 
understand what he was saying.

"Uh, no; I don't think I wanna."

"Well, I'm going to." And he peeled the skimpy underpants 
down to reveal a boner that I couldn't take my eyes off. It 
was over 6". A beautifully-formed, slender erection; a slightly 
flared cockhead; and whisps of golden hair at its base. He lay 
on his back and lightly stroked it with his fingertips while he 
looked over at me; it visibly pulsed to an even stiffer state. 
I couldn't help but stare, but I felt my face flush with embarrassment.

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked.

"Ummm.... I don't think I better. It wouldn't be right" I mumbled 
lamely, though my eyes were still glued to his body and I was 
thinking how much I wanted to feel him up.

He tried again. "Do you like to play with your cock until 
you cum?" I thought for a few seconds and had to admit I 
didn't really know what he was talking about. "You know," 
he said, "stroking your cock til the stuff comes out." Again I 
confessed my ignorance. "Wanna see me do it?" he asked. I 
nodded my head.

Freddy lay back, his legs spread wide, his right hand beginning a 
slow masturbation stroke while his left hand cupped his dangling 
balls. His hand moved faster; his eyes closed and his face was 
set in concentration. Faster still, his right hand stroked the pole 
at his crotch in a jerky cadence - 5 or so quick strokes, then a 
short pause, then another 5 rapid strokes. I was  hypnotized, 
but not so oblivious that I failed to notice my own throbbing 
stiff penis tenting out my underpants. As Freddy vocalized his 
pleasure in that feminine voice of his, I was tempted to pull down 
my boxers and join him, but I didn't. Maybe this was a thing 
that only queers did. And I sure didn't want to be a queer. But 
there was Freddy, his body tense with building pleasure, and I was 
almost breathless with vicarious excitement, gazing at his slender 
naked body and adult-size hard penis. Freddy's hand began brushing 
the top two inches of his beautiful boner with blurring speed and 
suddenly let out a gasp as white fluid squirted out of the tip, landing 
in big drops on his belly. He scooped up some and licked it off his 
fingers.

After he lay there for a while catching his breath, he tried to get 
me to do it too, noting my obvious boner, but again I declined... 
too shy, too scared, too confused. He even offered to do it to me, 
either with his hand or... even better, he said... sucking my cock in 
his mouth. He was offering... to suck... my cock... "cocksucker". 
Whoa! Now I get it! But now I was really spooked. This was 
definitely a "bad thing"; something so bad that it made "normal" 
people hate you and made your life miserable. I made up an instant 
excuse about having to go home, leaving Freddy lying naked on a 
blanket in the deserted meadow, a dejected look on his face.

Talk about conflicting feelings! I kept interspersing the thought 
about not wanting to be turned into a queer with thoughts of how 
it would feel to stroke myself like Freddy was doing and, especially, 
about how it would feel to have Freddy's mouth on my stiff penis. 
As I walked home, my hand kept wandering to my crotch, feeling 
the erection that had not gone down since I watched Freddy jack off. 
Half-way home, I stopped in an area of thick woods and pulled my 
pants and undershorts down. Stroking my fingers up and down 
along my immature boner, it felt GREAT! I wondered why I had 
never figured this out before. The thought crept back into my 
brain: `this is bad', but I wasn't about to stop. Up and down my 
fingers stroked, stimulating every nerve of the 4" shaft, 
brushing the ridge of my exquisitely sensitive cockhead, causing 
almost unbearable tension in my body. Suddenly a spasm coursed 
through me, concentrating it's maximum intensity in my boy-cock. 
My knees almost gave way as I staggered back against a tree, 
drained of energy. Nothing came out of my penis like it had from 
Freddy's, but I suspected that this feeling in my body felt every 
bit as good. 

That night in bed, I tried to think about something other than 
Freddy's naked body and the beckoning of my already-stiff penis, 
but it was impossible. Almost immediately, my pajama pants 
were pushed down to my ankles and I started working on this 
marvelous new invention that I didn't even have a name for
(other than "making the feeling"). It concerned me I might be 
doing a queer thing, giving me a shot of guilt and fear. But three 
times that night, the spasms of dry orgasm ran through me, 
separated by thoughts that "making the feeling" was somehow
wrong. It went on like that the whole next week, as I experimented
every night, and often during the day, with the joys of 
masturbation.

Freddy came around the next Saturday, ready to play. I almost said I 
didn't want to, but then I looked into his gorgeous blue eyes, 
so eager with anticipation, almost pleading for me to say yes. 
We ended up over at his house. His mom had gone out 
to shop and his 16-year-old sister was there. Her name 
was Lizzie, and she was attractive enough, but also kinda... you 
know, masculine - short hair, an athletic body, and dressed in 
basketball shorts and a boys' sleeveless shirt that displayed an 
almost flat chest. Strange that a sissy-boy like Freddy had a butch
sister.

We went up to his room, where Freddy said he had something 
secret to show me. When we got there, he went to his dresser 
and pulled out a magazine.  The cover said "Hot Lesbian Action!!" 
It was pictures of naked women! And they were kissing and 
touching each other all over... even licking each other on their 
private parts!

"Wow! This is incredible!" I said, as a surge of eroticism spread 
through my brain and body.

"It makes my cock get hard when I look at it. How `bout you?" 
he said, looking at me expectantly.

"Well... I... yeah, I guess" I replied.

"Let's take our cocks out... OK?"

God; I really wanted to. "I dunno..." I mumbled.  He quickly 
pulled all of his clothing off and sat on the bed proudly showing 
off his erection. I was frozen by indecision. On the one hand, 
I was really feeling horny - first the porn magazine, and now 
Freddy's erotic nude body and hard cock. On the other hand, 
I knew I shouldn't be doing this queer stuff. Very tentatively, 
I removed my pants and boxers, leaving my tee-shirt on. I too 
was fully erect without even touching myself. Again my face 
burned with a rush of blood to my cheeks.  He smiled and 
wordlessly reached over to pull my shirt over my head. I didn't 
resist.

"Feel my cock; ok Billy? Please?" he pleaded.

God; I really wanted to. "Well... maybe just a little." What if 
his sister saw us? What if Freddy told? What if the guys at 
school found out? Still, my curiosity was a powerful 
stimulus. As we sat side-by-side, I reached over and wrapped 
my hand around his throbbing pole, hardly able to breathe. 
I was in a dream-state, feeling a warm pulsing boner that seemed 
twice as big as mine. He reached over and took my stiffy in his 
hand and started to stroke. Oh, yeah! That felt good.  Still, I
didn't want it to go too far.

"Freddy, I think we should stop. We could get caught or 
something."

"Just a little more... please?" And then Freddy got a big 
glob of saliva on his fingers and brought it down to my cock. 
He started stroking again, and it was twice as good as before. 
I closed my eyes and reveled in the pleasurable sensations. 
Oh, GOD! YES! This may be a bad thing we were doing, 
but it felt awfully damn good!

Just then, I heard a click and perceived the flash of a 
camera. Freddy's sister was standing in the doorway with a 
Polaroid as I quickly struggled to cover my naked body.

"Wha.... what's going on??" I looked over at Freddy and he was 
smiling! And slowly stroking his dick!

It was Lizzie who spoke first. "Well, Freddy; now we've got him. 
He'll have to do anything we want or else we'll show the picture 
around school."

"But... but, why?" I stammered.

"Cause Freddy's crazy in love with you and you're too afraid 
to love him back. Now you'll have to. And I'll make sure
you do."

Now Freddy spoke. He was almost apologetic. "It was Lizzie's 
idea. She said the only way I could get you to be my boyfriend 
was to show you how good sex could be. And the only way to 
get you to try it was to blackmail you." 

Now Lizzie spoke again: "So now you'll have to do anything we 
say - or we'll show the picture at school. She held up the picture. 
There we were, both of us naked, our cocks totally hard and 
horny as we stroked each other. Freddy had a big smile and was 
looking right at the camera. I had this blissful look on my face 
like stroking Freddy was my favorite thing in the world. I even 
had my eyes closed and my mouth near his like we were about 
to kiss.  I was terrified of the consequences if they decided to 
show the picture around. Freddy had nothing to fear about his 
own reputation; everyone already knew he was queer, but I 
would never be able to live it down. "OK" I croaked; "what 
do I have to do?"

"Nothing terrible" said Lizzie; "but I've always wanted to see 
two boys getting it on... and I'll be the person who tells you 
what to do. Start by showing me your dick." I slowly pulled 
away the bedspread from my lap, feeling my face burn with 
embarrassment as my naked body and hairless penis were 
revealed in the presence of a girl.

"Stand up on the bed and stroke yourself hard" she demanded. 

`Oh, God!' I thought to myself, overwhelmed by shame. But I 
had no choice. I reluctantly stood up and began rubbing my penis. 
I was almost crying from the embarrassment, but the erotic 
stimulation was even more powerful than my shame. I started 
to breathe deeply as my boycock rose to its full 4" height. I 
stopped stroking as Lizzie came close and moved one hand 
over my ass and cradled my boyish balls with the other.

"Mmmm! You've got a cute one. It looks just like Freddy's 
did about 6 months ago... back when I would still suck his 
little stiffy." She took a close-up picture of my cock from a 
foot away. Then she told me to put one hand on my hip and 
the other behind my head and strike a "vamp" pose while she 
took a couple more shots, showing me apparently flaunting 
my nudity and prepubescent erection. Then she reached out 
and used one finger to pull my straining boner down an inch 
or so... then let it spring back, slapping my belly and resuming 
its vertical position. She did the same thing a couple more times 
and giggled. "OK, Freddy... I'll know you're just dying to suck 
Billy, aren't you? Go on; do it. I wanna watch this" she said 
excitedly. Her brother didn't hesitate a second; he stood next 
to the bed, cupped my ass cheeks with his hands, and brought 
his mouth down to my straining boner.  As his lips and tongue 
came into contact with my reddened cockhead, I let out a gasp. 
God! This was incredible... better than I ever imagined. Fred's 
mouth sank down the shaft, warm and wet, his tongue toying 
with every highly-charged nerve ending, until his lips pressed 
against the hairless base of my dick. His slippery lips and tongue 
rose up again and the tip of his tongue poked into my piss slit. 
Then his mouth began to move up and down the shaft, taking 
my cock all the way into his mouth, again and again.  YOW! 
This was incredible. I stopped thinking about the 16-year-old 
girl standing only a few feet away. My hands caressed Freddy's 
silky blond hair as his mouth played a tune of total sexual pleasure 
on my straining erection. The tension started concentrating in 
my loins... the sensation I had only recently discovered. I was 
"making the feeling" in a way that was miles beyond what my 
inexperienced masturbation had produced. My hips started 
pumping into Freddy's face as I held his head in my hands. 
And he was sucking and licking with an intensity that was almost 
driving me crazy. My immature boner plunged in and out of his 
willing mouth in piston strokes. I looked over at Lizzie, now 
sitting on a chair. Her right hand was moving inside her pants, 
and her left hand had pushed up her shirt and was toying with 
the hard nipples on her flat chest. She had an intense look on 
her face as she watched her brother perform.

The tidal wave of pleasure built up inside me to a monstrous 
height, crested, and came crashing through my body, paralyzing 
me in the grip of a incredible rushing orgasm. Involuntarily, I 
shouted with lust: "Oh, SHIT! Yes! Oh God; YES!" 

 My knees started to buckle, and Freddy's hands eased me 
down onto the bed. Freddy lay down next to me, and his hot 
erection slid against my thigh. I reached down and held it in 
my hand, feeling it throb as it strained up against his belly. 
Freddy's whole body inched closer to mine, and I pressed 
against him. I felt my lust rising up within me again, my 
cock - which had never really lost its erection - stiffening 
once again. My crotch pushed against my classmate's warm 
body, excited by the smoothness of his skin. Freddy's hand 
reached down to my boner, and he started stroking me with 
the same rhythm that I was using to stroke his cock. I gasped 
with pleasure, and our bodies pressed even closer together.  
His face was only inches from mine, and then, all of a sudden...

Click/Flash... the camera recorded our embrace. I was still in 
a sexual trance and before I knew it, Freddy's lips were on mine. 
We were kissing! Freddy's tongue was in my mouth!

Click/Flash... The fog in my brain cleared instantly. I jerked 
away, embarrassed by the lust I had felt. Lizzie laughed. "Oh, 
Billy. Stop being such a wimp. I'm going to get pictures of you 
and Freddy doing EVERYTHING, so you might as well enjoy it.

Yes; she was right. I might as well enjoy it. After all; I was 
experiencing pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt. I wanted 
to hold Freddy's body again, stroke his cock.... God, I even 
wanted to kiss him some more! Maybe I was gay too. I just 
wanted to ride this wave of sexual pleasure - like a drug addict 
thinking about his next high. I didn't even mind anymore that 
Lizzie was watching - let her take her damn pictures; I didn't 
care as long as I could experience the incredible sexual sensations 
in my body. I snuggled against Freddy again and brought my lips 
to his. As he wrapped his arms around me, our hard cocks were 
in perfect alignment, rubbing together deliciously as we hugged 
and tongue-wrestled. Our naked bodies rolled around on the bed, 
and I became lost in a fantasy world of pure sensual pleasure, 
oblivious to Lizzie's camera recording the action.

"OK, Billy; time for you to suck Freddy's cock. Slide down 
and take it into your mouth."

In a daze, I inched myself down Freddy's slender body as he 
lay on his back, kissing his warm soft skin as I worked my 
way down his neck... to his chest where I licked at his small 
tan nipples... to his taut belly... and stopped an inch away 
from the slightly flared cockhead of his rigid 6" boner. I knelt 
between his spread legs, staring at the most erotic sight I had 
ever witnessed, my heart pounding in my chest and my own 
penis still stiff with lust.

"Lick it" said Lizzie. "Lick it like a popsicle."

I stuck out my tongue and let it touch Freddy's cockhead. He 
flinched involuntarily and moaned softly. I grew bolder, running 
my tongue along the sides of the 13-year-old's erection, up and 
down the long shaft. My hand went to his ball sack... two 
medium-size eggs dangling in a bag of the smoothest hairless 
skin. I inhaled the erotic smells - soap, sweat, the light musk 
of a sexually mature 13-year-old. I ran my fingers through the 
wisps of dark blond pubic hair sprouting above the base of his 
hard cock.

"Now suck him. Give him as good a blow job as he gave 
you," said Lizzie.

As my lips enveloped the engorged red cockhead, I knew 
Lizzie was still taking pictures, but I was totally caught up 
in the eroticism of what I was doing. I wanted this! Only 
a half-hour ago, I would never have believed it, but I actually 
enjoyed having a stiff penis in my mouth! I was worshiping 
Freddy's cock with my lips and tongue, and I was getting 
intense sexual pleasure out of it! My hand went to my stiff 
little cock and I stroked it gently as I sucked a cock for the 
first time in my life.

"Oh, Billy! That's sooooo goooood!" moaned Freddy in a 
husky feminine voice. "Oh yes; keep going, lover."

At first, I was moving my wet lips up and down on the top 
two inches of Freddy's cock, letting my tongue slide all 
around the cockhead and piss-slit. Gradually, I worked my 
way farther down the shaft, pulling back whenever I felt 
myself gagging, but returning right away to take more 
and more of his erection into my mouth... three inches; 
four; five.  As his cock was pushing into my throat, I was 
exhilarated with my rapidly improving skills.  I was 
doing it! I was taking him all the way! I was a faggot 
cocksucker... and I loved it! His fingers entwined in 
my hair, and he guided my head up and down on his 
straining boner. I turned myself over to him completely, 
letting him thrust up into my mouth as his hips rose off 
the bed. Guttural sounds of lust - some coherent words, 
others just animalistic squeals of pleasure - emanated 
from Freddy's mouth.

Meanwhile, Lizzie was encouraging both of us. "Take it, 
Billy. Suck that thing!.... Yeah, Freddy; fuck his pretty mouth."

As my head bobbed up and down above Freddy's crotch, 
Lizzie came up beside us and I felt her hands roaming over 
my body. Fingers slid down the crack of my ass, lingered 
at my tight hole, then reached down and caressed my ballsack. 
The combination of sensations was making my head spin. 
She stepped away for a moment and fiddled with a small 
plastic bottle. When her hands returned to my body, they 
were slick with lubricant. One hand went to my cock, 
replacing my own masturbating fingers. The other hand 
massaged the sensitive skin at the entrance of my anus. 
My moans of ecstacy were muffled by Freddy's cock in 
my mouth, but I was riding a sexual high that was unbelievable. 
Lizzie's slippery fingers stroked me back and forth rapidly 
as the middle finger of her other hand slowly and gently probed 
into a region that my own fingers had never before explored. 
My entire being was blasted into a nirvana of lust, and my 
mouth slipped off of Freddy's cock as waves of orgasm 
rushed through me. My boycock vibrated under Lizzie's 
stroking fingers and my tight asshole clenched in spasms 
around her probing digit.

"How `bout you take a break while I give Freddy his favorite 
treat" said Lizzie, patting my ass gently. Freddy moved down 
to take me in his arms and hug me as his sister left the room. 

Freddy was trembling with excitement, though I had no idea 
what was going on. When she returned, I couldn't believe 
my eyes. She was naked... except for a black leather harness 
around her waist and strong thighs. Attached to the harness 
was a dildo... a very realistic flesh-colored erect penis that 
rose up 7" from her crotch. Her eyes gleamed, and the nipples 
on her minimal breasts stood out hard and dark. Freddy 
squealed with delight and stood up, positioning himself at
 the foot of the bed. He leaned over, grasped the low rail 
of the footboard, and raised his ass up in anticipation.

"Oh, Sis! Fuck me! I need your cock in my pussy. Oh, God; 
hurry!"

Lizzie reached for the bottle of lube and spread it over the 
dildo, then started massaging Freddy's asshole with slippery 
fingers, penetrating with one, then two, and finally three 
digits. Her brother moaned and gyrated his ass, pushing up 
against the fingers. Lizzie reached down to the harness and 
flicked a switch, bringing a buzzing sound and an expression 
of pleasure to the 16-year-old girl. The base of the vibrating 
artificial cock pressed against her clit, sending erotic chills 
through her body.

"Fuck me. I need it. Fuck me hard and fast!" whined Freddy.

Lizzie positioned herself between her brother's spread legs, 
which were slightly bent at the knees, and slapped his ass hard. 
"OK, faggot; here it comes" she said with a smile as she spread 
his ass cheeks and positioned the tip of the dildo at the entrance 
of his boycunt. As Freddy cried out with pure lust, the 7" of 
vibrating silicone cock entered him slowly but firmly. Lizzie 
held his shoulders and pushed her hips forward, ramming the 
last two inches hard and fast. Then she started fucking him in 
long steady strokes, working the lube-slick dildo in and out, 
twisting her hips around to stimulate every sensitive place in 
her brother's rectum. She reached one hand around to his 
rotch and grabbed his throbbing cock. "Jeez, Freddy," she said, 
breathing hard, "I wish you still had a cute little stiffy like Billy's. 
Your cock is getting really big and gross!" And she removed 
her hand as if it had touched something repulsive. "Hey Billy; 
get down there and finish up your blow job. I bet Freddy doesn't 
have long to go."

I slid between Freddy's body and the footboard of the bed, 
watching mesmerized as the 7" synthetic cock plowed into the 
boy's body from behind. His hips pushed back on each stroke 
to meet the thrust, only to be pushed forward by the power of 
his sister's athletic body humping against him. His dangling 
ballsack swung back and forth, and his rigid cock thrust up against 
my face. Holding it in my hand, I directed it to my mouth, as 
the two siblings kept up their perverted sexual coupling. This 
time, my mouth was ready to take the pistoning cock deep. I 
held my head steady and let Freddy's thrusting hips deliver it 
in quick urgent strokes that matched Lizzie's fucking rhythm.

Freddy's body seemed like it was going into a convulsion as 
he cried out uncontrollably "Suck me! Fuck me! Oh, God; 
keep going. Oh! Yes! YES!" As Lizzie pounded Freddy's 
boy-cunt, his body became rigid. Spurts of hot cum shot out 
of his cock into my mouth. I tried to move away, but Freddy's 
body wedged me against the bed, and I just concentrated on 
swallowing the strange-tasting fluid. Finally, I extricated 
myself from the 3-way orgy and watched as Lizzie continued 
to fuck her brother - much more slowly now, and holding the 
dildo deep within Freddy's rectum as the vibrations against 
her clit brought her to a powerful orgasm. The two siblings 
were drained of energy, and Freddy sank to his knees. The 
dildo was still buried in him to the hilt, and he whimpered 
with pleasure...  his body shaking every few second as shivers 
of pleasure coursed through him.

Things wrapped up pretty quickly after that. Lizzie suggested 
that their mother might be returning before long. I returned 
home, physically and mentally overwhelmed by the things 
that had taken place that afternoon. In my pocket, I carried 
some souvenirs - polaroid pictures of Freddy sucking me 
and me sucking Freddy. A much larger number of pictures 
stayed behind... perhaps as fuel for Freddy's masturbation 
fantasies, but more importantly as a guarantee that I would 
always be an available and willing sex partner for Freddy 
the Faggot and Lizzie the Lesbian. Of course, by now I was 
totally hooked.

The End... for now.
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