Date: Sat, 24 Jul 1999 12:51:55 PDT
From: decal <decal02@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tutoring Billy 3

Tutoring Billy
by decal (decal02@hotmail.com)

Part III

Billy and I sat silently at his desk.  Billy seemed lost in thought.  So
was I.  Conflicting feelings raged inside me.  Jealousy that Arnie, instead
of me, was shoving his cock into Gwyn.  I hated him suddenly because he was
in my way to her bed.  Then there was my confusion over Billy.  I had just
sucked his cock.  And enjoyed it.  Shit, I really enjoyed it.  I'd do it
again in a moment.  If that wasn't enough, he thinks he's in love with me.
What's a kid his age know of love?  What do I know of love?  What the fuck
is going on? I agonized.

"Let's get out of here," Billy said, interrupting my unspoken struggle.

"Huh?"

Billy was already up and heading toward the door.

"Come on," he called out in a loud whisper.

As we descended the stairs, Gwyn's cries and moans became louder.

"He's fucking her," he said matter-of-factly.  "That's how she sounds.
God, she's a cunt!"  He spat out those last words with seething hatred.
For the umpteenth time I wondered why he hated his mother so much.

I followed him to the backyard and then around the pool.  I was an
unseasonably warm evening.  We moved through some heavy shrubbery and then
into the trees.  It was very dark.  Billy took my hand.

"C'mon.  It's just a little ways."

The shack was suddenly just there.  The door creaked as he opened it.  Even
Billy had to duck as he entered.  He immediately dropped to his knees.  I
did likewise.  It felt like a mattress.  I heard him fumbling around.

"Pull the door shut, will ya?" Billy whispered, which struck me as strange
since we were so far from the house.  Then I heard the sound of a passing
car.  I figured we must be at the border of the Matson estate.

"Where are we?" I asked.

No answer.  Then light from a flashlight momentarily blinded me.

"Here, hold this while I get us more light," he said.  He pushed the
flashlight into my hand, and I shined it at the Coleman lantern that was
sitting on top of a small bookcase against the opposite wall.  As he pumped
and lit the lantern, I glanced around.  The room was about 10x10 feet, the
mattress covering most of the floor.  The bed was neatly made with
oversized pillows at one end.  Other than the bookcase there was no other
furniture.  A collage of posters and pictures covered the walls...many were
of naked guys.  Several XY magazines were at my knees.

"When I was little we had a live-in gardener," Billy said softly.  "An old
Japanese guy.  He built this for his tools and stuff.  I used to hang out
with him a lot.  He was nice to me...like I was important.  Told me
stories.  Listened to me.  But he died."

There was a long silence.  Something told me to wait and not say anything.

"Everyone forgot about this shack.  'Cept me.  I come here to think 'n
stuff."

Another long pause.

"And get away?" I offered.

"Yeah, that too," Billy answered.  Then he gave me his trademark smart-ass
grin and said, "You should be honored, teach."

"I am, brat," I replied.  I was honored, I realized.

Then...we both moved at the same time, our arms pulling each other close,
our mouths devouring each other's tongues.  I felt his hand between my
legs.  Even though I still a bit sore from our earlier sex, I started to
harden.  I felt for the front of his sweatpants.  His dick was rock solid.
I reached into his sweats.  No underwear this time.  I immediately wrapped
my fist around his erection.  He moaned as I worked his foreskin with my
thumb.  His cockhead was slick with precum.  He started to hump my fist,
and I thought it was going to end real quick.  But then he suddenly stopped
and pulled away from me.  He pushed me back and attacked the front of my
jeans.  In moments I was relieved of my pants and briefs and he was licking
and sucking on my 9 inches.  As I looked down at his head moving up, down
and around my shaft, I couldn't believe how exciting it was to have this
kid blowing me.  I was moving to orgasm when he lifted his mouth off my
cock.  Still stroking the spit-slick shaft, I heard his voice but not the
words.

"Huh?" I managed to grunt.

"Fuck me," he whispered.  "Please."

It took a few moments for his request to sink in.

"Please..." he repeated.

"But, I'm too big," I responded.  "I'll...I'll hurt you."

"It's OK," he said.  "I'll be OK.  I've...I've...had big...bigger."

"What are you talk...?"

"Arnie," Billy interrupted.

I was shocked.  "Did he...?"

Again Billy interrupted me.

"Yes, he did.  Many times."  Billy's voice was flat, emotionless.  "What
choice did I have?  With...with...Gwyn telling him..."

Now it was my turn to interrupt.

"Your mother let him do it to you?" I asked...incredulous.  But I also knew
it was the truth.  So much suddenly made perfect sense.  He turned his back
to me.

"She...liked...to...watch...Fuck...my...son's...ass...Arnie...fuck...him...good...He's...a...little...fag...He...loves...it...The
Bitch...knew...

Each word, slowly, emphatically spoken, hung in the air.  For several
minutes I waited for him to continue.  I thought he might start crying but
he didn't.

"When...when she kicked him out?" I asked.

"She was jealous," Billy answered quickly.  "That night he told her he was
too tired to screw her.  Then she found him screwing me."

"But now he's back," I said.

"Yeah...the cunt really loves that cock and wants it back...

"You need to get help, Billy...tell someone...move out of here," I blurted
out.

Billy laughed.  "Yeah, sure...let's see...my priest...my teacher...a school
counselor...a trusted uncle maybe...that's what they say isn't it?  You
forget something...she's Gwyn Matson.  I'm a Matson, damn it."  In the long
moment of silence that followed, the possible tabloid headlines flashed
before my eyes.  "Anyway," he continued, "I'm...telling you, Andy."

"Billy...Billy...Billy," I repeated, not knowing what to do.

"Please don't say anything...at least not yet."

I dropped back on the mattress and stared at the ceiling.  In the several
minutes that followed my mind raced.  A jumble of emotions.  Aching pain
for what Billy was living through, rage at his mother and Arnie, intense
affection for this kid who trusted and loved me, growing awareness of what
my feelings for him meant.  Through this tangle of emotion I became aware
of Billy sucking my dick back to hardness.

"Billy, I..." I whispered.  I rose up on my elbow and looked down at him.
His lips released my cock.

"Don't you think I should get what I want for a change?" Billy said with a
wink, grinning ear to ear.

"You usually do with me," I snapped back, letting my own grin spread across
my face.  "But is this right, Billy?  I mean, considering what Arnie's done
to you."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"He abused you.  I don't want to."

"You're not, you dumb ass," Billy responded with a laugh.  "I'm abusing
you."

With that he stood up, his head just touching the ceiling of the shack, his
feet planted on either side of my knees.  He pealed off the faded red
t-shirt.  His dick was erect, head almost but not quite free of the
foreskin.  He grabbed a bottle from the bookcase and then dropped slowly to
his knees, squeezing my waist between them.  Billy was in total control
now.  He knew it...I knew it.  As he spread lotion between his asscheeks
and all around my hardon, we both grinned.

"This is goin' to be good," Billy said.

Then he was positioning my erection at his hole.  My cock was in charge
now.  I wanted inside Billy in the worst way, and as I felt the tightness
of his sphincter press again the head of my dick, I felt a surge run from
my balls right up through the shaft.  Slowly he eased himself down.  I
watched his face tighten in a grimace.  He pulled up again and smiled.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Don't you worry 'bout me," he answered.  "You just keep that thing hard."

Then he took a deep breath and lowered himself again.  This time his mouth
opened wide drawing in air.  Then as he exhaled, the head of my cock moved
past the tight ring of his ass.  With a long moan he slowly, very slowly
impaled himself all the way down on my pole.  I couldn't believe what he'd
just done.  I couldn't imagine taking anything up my ass, much less a cock
as big as mine.  And yet, here was Billy swallowing up my 9 inches with
this massive grin on his face.

"It's great, Andy.  Just great," he cried out.

Then he started to fuck himself, slowly at first, sometimes rising only
part way up my shaft, other times stopping just short of my cockhead
emerging past his sphincter.  The tightness of his hole was a new
experience for me.  No cunt had ever felt this good.  I reached between his
legs and felt him moving up and down my dick.  I played with his balls and
stroked his erection.  That amazed me, too.  That he was staying hard.  All
this time, the pace of his fucking was picking up.  As I started to feel my
balls churning with a load, I got into it by lifting my ass to meet his
downthrusts.  He stifled cries of pain each time, moaning over and over
again for me not to stop...never to stop.  He came first.  I'd not imagined
it possible.  Without either of us touching it, his dick began to spew
forth cum, blasting shot after hot shot across my chest.  That was all it
took for me to cross the threshold.  My orgasm hit with a passion I'd never
experienced before.  Now helpless, Billy rode my bucking groin as I
unloaded myself deep inside his gut.  When finally my thrusts upward began
to ease, Billy started to laugh.  It was a laugh of sheer pleasure.  Giving
him a couple of fake upward thrusts, I laughed with him.

"Oh...oh...oh...easy...easy," he cried out and lifted himself up and off my
cock.

He collapsed down on top of me.  I wrapped my arms tightly around him.

"I love you," Billy whispered.

I mouthed the words 'me, too', my lips against his neck.  An anxious chill
ran through me as I wondered whether he picked up on it.  For the next
minute or so I let my feelings settle into the certainty I'd been fighting.

"I love you, Billy," I whispered.

But he was now asleep and didn't hear me.  I drifted off, drained and
exhausted, and strangely at peace.

Billy woke me up.  He was dressed and leaning over me.

"It's almost 5.  I've gotta get back to my room."

"Oh...yeah...sure," I mumbled.  I started pulling on my clothes.  He gave
me a quick grope just before my briefs covered my genitals.

"I want more, you know," he said.

"Me, too, brat...you gonna be OK?"

"Arnie?"

"Yeah."

"Don't you worry.  He won't ever touch me again."  There was a hint of
bravado in his voice that only filled me with concern.

Moments later we were standing outside the shack.  It was almost dawn.  We
embraced for a long time.  Then he showed me a gate behind the shack.  We
kissed, and he took off back to the house, leaving me to find my way
through some massive oleanders to the street.  I walked around to the front
of the estate and started up the long driveway to get my car.  I was hoping
to get out of there before anyone saw me.  Walking fast with my head down,
I looked up a short distance from the VW.  I froze.  Arnie was leaning
against the car.  Wearing nothing but rumpled white boxers and black
sliders on his feet, he was smoking a cigarette.  He reached into his
shorts and scratched himself.

"You're Andy, aren't you?"

End of Part III