Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2014 12:35:24 -0700
From: DannyOceandocean20@hotmail.com
Subject: Billy and the Kissing Booth

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Billy and The Kissing Booth
by
Danny Ocean

 It was a balmy morning in the mid-west as the four men stood among the
various carnival attractions.  Birds sang sweetly in the trees.  The sun
was high enough to indicate to them how hot it would be for the rest of the
day.  All four were dressed in white short sleeve shirts and polyester
trousers that were pulled up way too far onto their sunken chests.  They
had all arrived at the same agreed time to check out the decorations and
attractions to make sure everything was perfect for the opening of the fund
raising fair.  Things were going well until a phone call brought bad news.
 "What are we gonna do now?" asked Fred Begley, as he slapped his phone
shut.  "We were counting on Fran Baxter to run the kissing booth as she
does every year."
 "And you say she's stricken with mononucleosis?" asked Matt Hingle.
 "She'll be in bed for a week."
 The four men visibly slumped.
 C.G. Marshall, the head of the chamber of commerce, exclaimed, "Well, we
just have to find a replacement.  And quick!"
 The fifth grade teacher of River City elementary school, Percy Killjoy
whined, "And everyone knows the substantial amount of money this kissing
booth brings in every year.  We use that money to buy office supplies.
It's very important."
 Fred said, "Percy's right.  We can't let that money go down the drain."
 Matt chimed in, "But where can we get someone that pretty at a moment's
notice for tonight's festivities?"
 C.G. Marshall took charge, as usual.  "Now gentlemen.  As head of the
River City Chamber of Commerce I suggest we take the bull by the horns and
proceed to the shopping mall to recruit the prettiest girl we can find."
 Fred agreed.  "That's a good idea."
 Percy meekly inquired, "Should we test her kissing abilities?"
 Matt charged in. "Percy, don't be a goofball.  How would it look if
everyone saw four middle-aged, balding men kissing a pretty young girl in
public?  It would be scandalous."
 "Sorry," said Percy.
 C.G. said, "Matt, that was a little harsh.  We all know that Percy was
just being helpful.  Don't worry, Percy.  We know you didn't mean anything
dirty in your idea."
 Percy attempted a weak smile.
 C.G. looked at his watch. "It's eight thirty now.  The mall doesn't open
until ten.  What say we all hop in my car, get some breakfast?  By the time
we're finished, the mall should be open."
 Fred agreed.  "That's a good idea."
 As the men turned to go to the parking lot they saw a cute little boy
standing there, blocking their path.  He wore only a black speedo and
flip-flops.
 Matt Hingle said, "Hello, there, sonny.  You're a little early.  The fair
doesn't open until six tonight."
 "I know," the boy said.  "I have a business proposition for you."
 C.G. Marshall laughed heartily.  "A business proposition?  What kind?"
 Percy spoke up.  "Billy, what's this all about?"
 Fred said, "Percy, do you know this kid?"
 "Sure he knows me," Billy said.  "He knows me real well," he added with a
chuckle.
 C.G. cut in.  "Now look here, son.  We don't have time to play guessing
games.  We have a lot of work to do before the carnival opens.  So, get out
of our way."
 "But you don't understand.  I'm Billy Baxter."
 "Fran's brother?" asked Matt.
 "That's right.  And I came over here to take her place for tonight."
 C.G. turned to Percy.  "Is this some kind of joke, Killjoy?"
 Percy got nervous.  "I-I don't know."
 Billy said, "Mr. Killjoy knows how good a kisser I am.  Tell him,
Mr. Killjoy."
 Fred said, "Yeah.  Tell us, Mr. Killjoy."
 Percy couldn't speak.
 "Go on, Mr. Killjoy. Tell them how we spend every recess period in the
cloakroom just kissing away."  Billy couldn't help giggling.
 Matt asked, "Percy, is this true?"
 Fred Begley lost his temper.  "Oh, this is preposterous.  Grown men
kissing young boys.  Who ever heard of such a thing?  This is River City,
gentlemen.  Not San Francisco."
 C.G. took charge.  "Cool it, Fred.  Now, listen to me young man.  This
will not do at all.  As you said yourself, this is a business proposition.
This kissing booth is one of the carnivals' money making staples.  Do you
mean to stand there and tell me that grown men would pay money to kiss a
little boy?"
 There was a long pause as everyone stood there listening to the birds
sing.
 "Mr. Killjoy pays me," Billy said.
 Percy fainted.
 Such a commotion!  Everyone was talking at the same time.  It got so loud
the birds left.  Billy was giggling constantly.  Matt and Fred were trying
to revive Percy.  C. G. Marshall was finding it very difficult to process
these strange goings on with his analytical mind.
 "Quiet, everyone!!!" C.G. shouted.  "Get Percy up off the ground.  Now I
want everyone to take a deep breath before we continue this fiasco."
 When everything was silent and calm C. G. said, "Now, I want Percy and
Billy to get inside the kissing booth."
 They both complied.  Billy took Percy by the hand and they walked through
the little door in the back and then walked to the front counter.
 C.G. said, "Kiss him, Percy."
 "Will I get in trouble?" he whined.
 "We're all alone out here, Percy.  No one's going to rat on you."
 "Oh, dear.  Oh, me.  Oh, my."
 Fred said, "Go on, Percy.  Maybe the kid can really pull this off."
 Matt was getting excited.  "Do it, Percy.  Don't keep us waiting."
 Billy said, "Come on, Mr. Killjoy.  Just pretend you sent the other kids
out to the playground and it's just you and me."
 Percy lifted Billy off the ground.  Their lips slowly met.  After a few
seconds Percy relaxed completely.  He pulled Billy closer and closer.
Billy wrapped both his arms around Percy's neck.  All the men could see
that their lips had parted and their tongues were dancing.  Percy's body
began to undulate.  He began to moan louder and louder.  He started rubbing
Billy's back and butt.  After a short while, Percy was actually humping the
boy.  He eventually broke the kiss and started grunting loudly, letting
everyone know that he was indeed ejaculating in his pants.  When it was
over he fell to the ground taking Billy with him.
 "Oh my stars," said Fred.
 "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes." said Matt.
 "Interesting," said C. G.  "We could probably charge more than a dollar
for that."
 Fred turned to C. G. and said, "Do you think every man would have the same
reaction that Percy had?"
 "There's only one way to find out," said C. G.  "Matt?"
 "Yeah, C.G?"
 "Kiss the boy."
 Matt became very excited.  "You're the boss, C.G."  Rather than walk to
the back of the booth, he simply jumped over the counter.  Percy and Billy
were just starting to get up.  Percy exited limply.  Instead of picking the
boy up as Percy had done, he very nobly and respectfully knelt in front of
him.
 "How old are you, son?" he said removing his shirt.
 "Eleven," said Billy.  "You're Mr. Hingle, aren't you?"
 "Yeah."
 "I recognize you from when my daddy shops are your hardware store."
 Fred whispered to C.G. Marshall, "Why did Matt take his shirt off?"
 "I don't know.  Watch and observe."
 Matt was visibly shaking he was so excited.  He was having trouble taking
hold of the boy.
 Billy chirped, "Are you ready, Mr. Hingle?"
 "Y-yes."
 Billy made the first move and pressed himself into Matt's bare chest.
Matt embraced the boy and Billy wrapped his arms around his neck.  He
whispered into Matt's ear, "It's OK, Mr. Hingle.
 I like kissing men."
 Hingle groaned and pounced.  His hands were all over the sweet boy as he
kissed him.  Then his passion went up a notch when he heard Billy moaning,
too.  He rocked and humped into Billy.  After a fashion, his hands were
kneading Billy's soft, perfect ass.  And it wasn't long until Matt seized
up and came in his pants.  He fell back on the grass trying to catch his
breath.
 "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle," said Fred.  "That boy must be an
absolute spellbinder."
 Fred, Percy, and C.G. stared at the boy and were astonished to see him
pull the speedo down his legs revealing a hard, hairless little boner.
 "Look how hard you made my dickie," Billy said to them.  "Please come over
here and make me come?"
 Although Billy wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, it was Fred who
literally leaped to the boy's need.  When he got to Billy he ripped his
shirt off and removed his pants.  He stood there in his boxers.
 "What do you want me to do?" stuttered Fred.
 Billy said with a smirk, "Get on your knees and suck my dick."
 Fred reacted as though he found a treasure chest full of gold coins.  He
lowered his head and engulfed sweet Billy's cock and balls into his mouth.
"Ooooohhh, Freddie.  That feels so good.  Keep sucking."
 Fred was losing his mind servicing the smooth delicious morsels.  Billy
stood there, his pretty face heavenward.
 Suddenly, he pointed to C. G. Marshall and said, "Stick you tongue into my
asshole."
 As if in a trance, the millionaire walked very quickly through the back
door shedding his clothes as he went.  He went that extra mile and took off
his boxers. That left only his black socks and shoes.  He began to drool at
the sight of Billy's little bubble butt.  He parted the cheeks and rammed
his tongue in, not caring about the taste.
 Billy went wild, thrashing this way and that as the two grown men did
their best to make him shoot.
 "Ohhhhhhh, keep it up.  Keep it up.  I'm almost there.  Oh, Daddy, keep
sucking my dickie.  It feels so good.  And tongue my asshole.  Push it in
further, harder," he screamed.  He grabbed Fred by the head and humped.
 It was his high-pitched squeals that told the men that he was shooting his
meager load of come.  Fred swallowed the few precious drops eagerly.
 When C.G. withdrew his tongue from Billy's hole, he said, "Everybody get
dressed.  Let's continue this audition at my house.  My wife's away
visiting her sister in St. Louis.  Hurry!  Let's go!"
 At the Marshall residence, all four men stripped completely.  They sat
Billy in a chair and proceeded to jerk off into his sweet, smiling face.
Billy helped them a little by occasionally tickling their fat scrotums.
Then in his excitement, he found himself talking dirty to them to speed up
their climaxes.
 "Oooooh, I want to feel your cum shooting on my face.  I love it when men
shoot it in my face.  I love to feel it dripping slowly down my forehead
and onto my nose.  And sometimes it even drips into my mouth and I lick it
all up."
 That did it.  All four men bellowed and ejaculated onto the lovely boy.
Billy's face was covered in cum.  As Fred, Percy, Matt, and C. G. fell onto
the sofa trying to catch their breath, Billy ran to the bathroom to look at
himself in the mirror.  He was delighted.
 "Oh, Billy," called C. G.
 Billy ran naked into the room.  "Yes?"
 "Do you have any friends that also enjoy having sex with men?"
 "Oh yeah.  There's Whitey and Smitty and Lumpy and Sudsy.."
 Then followed a three hour long ball draining orgy with five boys and four
men which included an interesting variation on musical chairs.  Everyone
climaxed at least five times.  Things got a little out of hand when one boy
teased another boy and all four lads ran out of the house nude. They ran
around the front lawn and into the street.  What could the grown men do but
chase them and try to bring them back into the house.  A lot of suburban
tongues wagged that afternoon when x number of old ladies looked out of
their windows and saw a group of naked men and boys running down the
street.
 That evening saw all five young lads manning the kissing booth.  The sign
that hung from the counter said, "Kissing Booth---5 Dollars---No Time
Limit---No Waiting."

May 2010