Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 06:05:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: John <amateurishwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Billy, The Precocious One (Part 1 of 2)

Warning: The following story is a work of fiction.  It never happened,
except in the author's imagination.  This story contains graphic sex
between a teenage boy and a man.  However, the author does not encourage or
condone sex between adults and little children. If you are underage, or
this is illegal where you are, you already know what you're supposed to do.
Delete this file and find something else to wank to.  If this kind of story
turns you off, delete this file and find something else to read.  If you're
looking for a story that has someone having sex in every other sentence,
this one is not it ... well actually, it's pretty close though.

Copyright AmateurishWriter 2006 - The author retains the copyright for this
story.  Reproducing and/or placing this story on a commercial web site or
in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright.

Comments to AmateurishWriter@yahoo.com, pro and con and of a constructive
nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible.  Flamers
will be ignored.

*****

To my loyal readers: I know I have been absent for quite some time and for
that I apologize.  I'm not sure why but I just didn't seem to have the need
to write.  Then a recent story here on Nifty reminded me of fantasies about
a past young friend named Billy and I again felt the need and desire to
write.

I hope that you enjoy this tale.  As always, I write for my own pleasure
but am happy that you all will, hopefully, enjoy my imaginative, humble and
amateurish efforts.

As for those of you who are about to e-mail me and ask about further
chapters of M.A.R.C. and others of my stories; I very much appreciate your
interests, loyalties and desires to read more but I still don't know if I
will continue with them.

So now, I bring you ...

*****

Billy, The Precocious One

Preface

Many readers will write this story off as just another "wanker's special"
but it really is more than that, or I want it to be.  It's an effort to
show that boys are very likely more often than not, NOT victims of sexual
predators but willing and welcoming receivers of their own urgently sought
after sexual enlightenment and satisfaction.  And, even more than that,
they can be aggressive seekers and instigators of same.  In fact, some of
those often accused as sexual predators, may really just be willing
participants or, perhaps in some cases, even the real victims.  By the way,
this isn't just wishful or idle speculation.  It's my personal experience.


Chapter One - The first go-around, Billy stakes a claim

The season never mattered.  I'd come home from work and at least two or
three of the boys in the neighborhood would be around, see me and come
running up to say hi, calling out my name; "JOHN!  JOHN!"  It always made
me feel very good.  Then, after I'd changed and come back outside, we'd
play ball, swim at the nearby beach or just roughhouse.  Most of the bigger
boys, of maybe 10 or 11, loved to gang up, trying to tackle and overpower
me.  At 6 feet and 225 pounds, I was just a big teddy bear to them.  Often,
once the bigger lads got me off my feet, the younger boys would dive onto
the pile with lots of tickling and gales of giggles.

That was back in 1968 and Stevie, the oldest boy at 11, had taken a
particular liking to me.  His apparent need for an adult's friendship had
drawn me out and gotten me involved with him and then the other kids in the
neighborhood.  But I was mostly taken by Stevie's need for affection and I
grew to care about him a great deal.  Over time, I then came to dearly love
him and he felt the same for me.  Eventually that love grew so strong that
our relationship became sexual and over the next few years we both sought
out and enjoyed occasional opportunities for intense lovemaking.

Now, in the Summer of 1973, Stevie had turned 16 over the winter and, while
we were still the best of friends, he had moved on from our sexual
encounters to those with young ladies.  I was proud of his mature, kind and
thoughtful way of letting me know.  He was a good lad and I was proud of
him and of how I had been able to help him along in his journey to
adulthood.

These days, when I'd spend time with the boys in the neighborhood, Stevie
wasn't there anymore.  I still enjoyed the outdoor activities and was
pleased that they still sought out my involvement but it just wasn't the
same.  I missed Stevie and it must have shown.  By midsummer I realized
that one lad was always the closest and often, as boys do, was literally
hanging on my shoulder.  It was Billy, Stevie's younger brother.

Billy was never a boy who physically caught my eye.  He was on the plain
side, blond and blue eyed, small for his age and as skinny as a rail.  As a
little guy, he was far from shy and always the loudest of the bunch but in
an openly silly and happy sort of way.  He often reminded me of Goldie Hawn
from the then very popular TV show "Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In."  At nearly
14, he was a very self-assured and intelligent young man, always with
something astute to say as I enjoyed visiting with the boys in the
neighborhood after I got home from work and on the weekends.

Whatever activity the gang and I were involved in, Billy made every effort
to be near me.  Often I'd be standing chatting with the group and Billy
would be to my right with his left hand up on my right shoulder.  It was
almost as if he were claiming me as his own.  All the boys knew that Stevie
and I had had a special bond.  Now that Stevie had moved on, it seemed that
Billy was trying to be his replacement.  But on Billy's part, there wasn't
the emotional need that Stevie had.  So, there were no displays of
affection and the need for its return.  No, he just seemed to be taking
possession.

*****

Hindsight:

What does hindsight mean, you ask?  Well, the definition of `hindsight' is;
The understanding of a situation or event only after it has happened or
developed.  In this case it's YEARS later that I grew to understand what
was really happening way back then.

Perhaps I was just dense or maybe too afraid of exposure so I suppressed
these occurrences.  In any event, I missed or ignored all of the clues:

When Stevie was 14, one of his friends, a very attractive blond, blue eyed
surfer-boy looking lad, of 13, twice threw himself into my arms and said
something suggestive.  He did this in the presence of Stevie and the other
kids.  And once, after those two instances, he came to my home saying that
he wanted me to "do it with me like with Stevie."  It scared the crap out
of me and I tactfully declined.  Finally, one of the older boys referred to
Stevie as my catamite.  I made like I didn't hear him but, as soon as I got
home I looked up the word catamite in the dictionary and nearly died.

Who knows why I missed those red flags back then?  And, there were a few
more over the following few years.  Yup, boys talk.  Gossip, if you will.
Or perhaps brag?  I have no idea but no one ever acted like they didn't
like me or didn't trust me.  Their parents sure didn't show any concerns
with their sons spending time with me.  Perhaps it's because I have always
tried to respect boundaries.

*****


Chapter Two - I'm asked a favor

Over the next few months Billy and I became better friends.  He began
asking for us to do things together, without the other kids.  We'd go to
play pool or the movies and sometimes just have some serious conversations
about things on the news or subjects that he liked at school.  As I
mentioned, he was a very intelligent boy and I must admit, he was more
interesting to talk with than most of my adult friends.

Often he would simply show up and offer to do odd jobs or help me with a
project around the house.  He never seemed totally comfortable with
accepting payment for his help either.  Sometimes I actually had to insist
even though I hadn't even needed or asked for the help in the first place.
Many times when he helped we ended up sitting on the porch or in the living
room chatting and likewise, many times I had to make excuses to get him to
move on.  Not that I really wanted him to leave but he was just here so
much.

More than once he came over from swimming with the other kids at the beach.
The first time he caught me by surprise when he stripped off his wet swim
suit, pulled a towel from his backpack and dried off right in from of me,
without the slightest embarrassment.  Then he produced shorts and a T-shirt
from the backpack and put them on.  Sometimes he'd do something while still
naked like go to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.  I chuckled to myself
at his lack of inhibition.

When we talked we never talked about sex but did freely tell jokes and make
off-color comments, enjoying many good laughs together.  And, I never had
any sexual thoughts about him.  It just never occurred to me that he was
even interested in anything sexual, other than the jokes and funny cracks.
He didn't even ask me typical adolescently curious questions.

So, I wasn't surprised one day when he asked me to repair an 8 mm film he
produced from his pocket.  However, I was totally shocked to see what was
on it.

He somehow knew that I took home movies and had the necessary tools to cut,
splice and edit 8 mm film.  When he handed me the small reel I just assumed
that it was one of his dad's home movies that maybe he had somehow messed
up and wanted to fix before he got into trouble.  My eyes nearly popped out
of my head when I put it in the editing machine and got my first look at
it.

"Holy shit Billy!" I exclaimed.

The film was a porn movie and the two people involved in heavy sex were
both boys.  One looked to be about 10 or 11 and the other maybe 16 or 17.
I switched off the viewer and confronted my young friend.

"Where the hell'd you get this?" I looked at him in shock.

He returned my look with a very broad and devilish grin.  "Cool huh?"

"Never mind cool Billy.  Where'd you get it?" I repeated, a bit more
forcefully.

"Wassa matter, don'ch'a like it?" He continued to grin, unfazed by my
seriousness.

Taking a deep breath and thought to myself; "Something's going on here."

I ignored his question and continued, seriously; "That's not the point.
Did you rip this off from someone?"

"No, I found it" His eyes shifted as he spoke and I knew that he might be
lying.

"Biiillllllyyy?" I looked at him askance making it clear that I didn't
believe him.

He looked down and then right back up at me. "Well, I did find it ... in
the park ... in a trash can.  So, no one'll ever miss it.  Honest!"

I shook my head. "Well, okay but I don't want it."

"Oh." Strangely, he seemed a bit disappointed that I said I didn't want it
but then persisted.  "But, can you fix it?"

"Okay," I relented.  I had to admit to myself that I was curious to see it
all.  "But when it's fixed I want you to take it.  I don't want it here."

The film had been broken in a number of places, no doubt from many repeated
viewings.  As I scanned each piece in an effort to figure out what order
they belonged in, I became rather obviously aroused.  Billy, who was
watching closely and sitting on the bench next to me, began to squirm and
eventually closed the space between us until his left side was pressed up
against my right side.  I could feel the heat of his body and suddenly
realized that my arousal was, in part, due to his closeness.  Until that
very moment, I had never thought of Billy in a sexual way.

I glanced down at him, and his tented lap.  He glanced back with a leer.
"Hot huh?"

"Ugh, yeah." I croaked.  I wasn't sure just what to think.

Finally it was in the right order and all spliced back almost like new.
Then Billy excitedly asked, "Let's see it all, straight through now?"

"Well," I quipped, trying to down play the situation. "It's sure not
straight."

"Yeah." Billy said with a dirty giggle.

*****

Hindsight:

Now that's a perfect example of one of those red flags that I missed.
Billy was a very confident lad so I wasn't at all surprised that he asked
me to repair a porn film.  The thing that I should have wondered about at
the time was; What gave him the idea that I would agree once I saw the
content, particularly in light of its very intense and controversial
nature?  Why wasn't he worried that I'd refuse to give it back to him and
throw it away?  Or worse, betray his trust and inform his parents about it?

No, now as I look back on it, Billy had to know about Stevie and I, and he
wanted ... no, he needed to gain that same sexual experience.  And, the
other kids probably knew as well or at least the older boys did, and it
didn't bother Billy in the least that they knew that he and I were
becoming, seemingly, as close as Stevie and I had been.

*****


Chapter Three - I'd do it for money too

We watched the film through and, near the end, we both watched, raptly, as
the younger boy climbed on top and slowly impaled himself on the older
boy's huge organ.  It was very clear that they had done this often before
as there was no sign of any pain, only intense pleasure for both of them.
Billy was still very aroused and continued to squirm and press his side to
mine.

When it was over I rewound the film onto the smaller reel and handed it
back to Billy.  "There you go but please, take it with you."

He nodded as we got up. "Thanks John but can I ask you something?" He
looked serious.

I sat down on my bed and leaned back against the headboard.  "Sure.  About
the film?"

"Yeah." Billy plopped down across the foot of the bed. "How do they get
those boys to do that sex stuff?"

"Well, it looked to me like they both liked it and had done it before."

Billy scrunched up his face, which I now realized was much cuter than I had
remembered. "But doesn't it hurt?"

I smiled.  "No, it doesn't have to if you are careful and do it right.
Besides, I think they've done that a lot and it gets easier as you do it
more often."

Billy sat bolt upright. "How do you know!" He challenged.

I sputtered and then laughed. "Billy, I'm 29 years old.  I've ... ah, I've
read a lot."

He lay back down again but looked at me kind of funny.  "Well ah, anyhow,
back to what I asked before.  How'd they get `em to do it for a movie?"

"Oh.  Well, they pay `em."

He sat up again and exclaimed. "They do it for money!?  Shit, I'd do it for
money too!"

Now, having made that claim, I'd have expected Billy to realize what he'd
said, blush and try to take it back or somehow cover it up.  But, he just
lay back down again, grinning at me.

I was surprised but wondered.  I looked right back at his grin and called
his hand. "Is that an invitation?"

Now he did blush.  "Well ..."

I interrupted saying, "I won't pay for sex, especially with a friend.
Someone I like."

Billy suddenly looked a little nervous. "Well, I guess I'd do it for free
... with a friend ... that is, if they wanted to."

I waited.

He looked down at the movie reel in his hand.  "Have ... have you ever done
it with another guy?"

I chuckled to myself and replied softly.  "Yes."  Now I was sure where this
was going and waited some more.

He still was avoiding looking at me. "That older boy did it with a younger
boy.  Would you do it with someone younger?"

I thought of his brother Stevie and I again answered softly. "Yes."

"Someone as young as me?" He continued to carefully inspect the movie reel
with his fingers.

I sat up and reached for his chin, gently pulling his head up to look him
in the eye.  "Then, that IS an invitation."

"Yes." He whispered, shyly pulling his chin from my fingers and looking
down again.  His blush deepened.

I slipped off my sneakers and lay back on the bed holding out my arms to
him and said, "I accept."


Chapter Four - The first time is always a bit awkward

Billy sat up slowly and for a moment I thought that he was going to change
his mind but he didn't.  He got up off the foot of the bed, slipped off his
sneakers, put the movie down beside them and then lay down next to me.

"What do we do?" He whispered.

I rolled over on my left side to face him and gathered him into my
arms. "C'mere and give me a hug."

He was hesitant and awkward at first and then, as we sorted out where arms
and legs went, he melted into me and sighed.  We didn't press together hard
right away.  But, as he relaxed I began to feel him draw us closer and soon
could feel his hardness, through his pants, pressing together with mine.  I
ran my fingers through his soft hair and caressed the back of his neck.  He
was breathing faster and moved his left leg over me to draw us together
tighter.  Then came his first tentative thrust and I pushed back as
pleasure surged through me.  He pulled his arm tighter about me and sighed.

We were both very turned on now.  My hand moved down his back and cupped
his small firm left butt cheek through his pants.  Sensing a growing
urgency as he began to tremble a bit in my arms, I rolled onto my back
carrying him with me so that he was on top of me.  He spread his legs on
either side of mine and, as I held a butt cheek in each hand, he began to
slowly hump and rub our groins together.

With my lips to his ear I whispered, "Billy, don't come in your pants or
people will see when you go home."

He froze.

I chuckled and added. "You don't have to stop but we do need to slide our
pants down."

"Oh."  He replied with a shaky voice. "Okay but not off.  Just down."

"Sure." I said and he got up on his knees.

I watched as he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and undies down out
of the way.  He wasn't shy about it at all as his circumcised boner came
into full view.  It was beautiful.  About 4 to 4 and a half inches long and
maybe the thickness of a roll of nickels.  It stood up tight to his nearly
hairless belly and throbbed to the beat of his heart.  There was a very
small tuft of blond hairs newly sprouting on either side, just above his
dick.  They looked soft and yes, cute.

He looked down at it and then at me and smiled proudly as I said, "Whoa,
nice bone there Bill!"

After I had slipped my pants down to my knees and he had looked over my
bone, he whispered. "This is going to be so hot."  Then he lay back down on
top of me, carefully watching as our two penises touched and nestled next
to each other.  He rested his head on my shoulder and slid his arms part
way under me.  I couldn't wait and slid both my hands back down to cup his
now naked buns and feel their sweet soft yet firm roundness.  They were
barely big enough to fill each hand.

After a few moments he slowly pressed his hips to me and slid his boner
next to mine.  "God this is so hot John." He sighed into my ear.  Slowly I
caressed his buns and as far as I could reach down his thighs and back up
into his crevice.  He trembled as I slid a finger deeper between his buns
and lightly touched his tight little hole.

After a few more minutes of slow pleasure I felt his lips by my ear again
and he nervously whispered. "Can I fuck you John?"

Yes, I was rather surprised but thought, "What the heck.  This is his ball
game." So I said, "Okay, if you're sure that's what you want to do."

"It looked so hot in the movie." He sounded a bit unsure to me but
continued.  "Yes, I want to try it ... real bad.  What should I do?"

I rolled him gently off of me and sat up. "Okay, first we need some lube.
I reached into the night stand and pulled out a tube of KY."

He looked at it and asked, "What's that for?"

"Well, we have to make your boner slippery so that you can get it in me."

"Oh."  He made a face.

"Don't worry." I assured him.  "It washes right off."

I swung my legs off of the bed and pulled my pants the rest of the way off.
Billy watched and then did the same.  Then I swung back and
explained. "First we lube up your dick.  Then I'll lie on my stomach with
my legs spread.  You kneel in between them and as I spread my cheeks you
point your cock at my hole.  But, and this is important, push in just a
little and then stop.  Don't go further until I say okay or you'll hurt me.
If you push right in fast it can be painful.  If you go slow and let me get
used to it, it'll be fine and we both will love it."

He looked back at me and seemed a bit nervous.  "Don't worry Billy," I
tried to reassure him.  "It'll be fine."

I was sure that I would have no problem with the size of his still not full
grown boy cock and didn't feel that he needed to finger me in preparation.
His brother, Stevie, had grown to a health thick 6 and a half inches and,
so long as he took his time, I had no trouble taking him.

Billy now looked a bit nervous.  "You still sure Billy?" I asked, giving
him an opportunity to back out.

He didn't look quite so sure but said shakily, "Yeah.  But, ... can ... can
you put that stuff on me?"

I smiled and winked at him. "I'd like that a lot." I got a weak smile back.

As I gently smoothed the KY all around Billy's incredibly hot cock, it
throbbed, he trembled and I wondered when I might get a chance to suck on
it and taste his sweet boy cum.

When I was sure that he was well lubed I reluctantly let go and wiped my
hand on some kleenex.  Then I lay down on my stomach and spread my legs.
Billy climbed in between and moved around on his knees trying to line
himself up.  At first he put his hands down on either side of me, so he was
on all fours, and tried to poke into the crevice I was making by holding my
buns open.  He missed and his boner slid up.  I suggested that he aim it
with one hand.  He found the spot and pushed a little but this time it slid
down.

"Damn!" He sounded frustrated and impatient.

"That's okay Billy." I tried to reassure him.  "First time is always a bit
awkward."

He tried again and this time he was right on target.  He pushed and the
head slipped in and he shuddered and stopped.  I was just about to say it
was good to go when all of a sudden he pulled out and got up off of the
bed.

"What's wrong?  You okay Billy?"

"Nothing. Maybe next time." That's all he said.  He was blushing furiously
both from the effort and the embarrassment.  I never actually got it out of
him but I'd like to think that he was really afraid of hurting me but it
was probably just first time jitters.

"That's okay buddy.  No problem." I soothed.  "Come here."  I pulled out a
kleenex and gently wiped the KY off his still very hard cock.  He trembled
at the sensation and I looked up at him.  "Maybe I can do something else
that you'll like."

He began to smile a little again. "What?"

I winked at him and said, "Why don't you lie down and I'll suck you off?
Would you like that?"

Now he was grinning broadly.  "Yeah!  That would be hot!"

I chuckled to myself again.  Everything was `hot' to him.

He climbed up on the bed and lay down on his back.  I gave him a second
pillow and said, "That's so you can watch."  Then I lay down beside him and
began to move my hand over his stomach.  He sucked in a breath and
trembled.  I leaned over him and began to kiss and lick all around the
smooth soft skin above and beside his hot throbbing boner.  His new soft
tuft of pubic hair tickled my nose and smelled heavenly of adolescent boy.
I actually drooled on him.  Then I licked down his just descending balls
that were about the size of large grapes.  From there I slowly licked up
the length of his cock and tongued its tight glistening head.  It throbbed
and he moaned softly.  "God John, that feels so good and is so hot to
watch."

With my right hand I held his very stiff boner up so I could go down on it.
I slowly licked and kissed and covered it with saliva so it would slide
nicely.  He humped up into me as I took him in.  He groaned, or more
accurately squeaked, in the high pitched scratchy voice of the newly
pubescent boy.  As I slowly sucked him in and pulled back, my fingers began
to gently explore between his legs and below his balls.  He spread his legs
wider for me and raised his knees a bit so I could touch that most secret
and sensitive place that a boy has.

As I gentle massaged him there his breathing got really heavy and he humped
more urgently into my mouth.  I sucked for all I was worth.  I paused for a
moment and put some saliva on my finger and then returned to my
ministrations of pleasure, both to this hot boy's cock and his very
sensitive hole.  With a gentle push, my middle finger slipped inside and
Billy cried out.  "OH GOD!  THAT FEELS SO FUCKING HOT!"

My finger never went in further than the first knuckle and after a few
gentle ins and outs Billy issued a groan from deep inside his chest, gave
one huge heave up into my mouth and his cock began to twitch and throb.  He
froze in that position held his breath, gritted his teeth and issued a
series of grunts.  Then I could taste his thin sweet offering to me and was
savoring it when he slowly relaxed back and breathed once again.

I licked around one more pass, kissed the tip of his still amazingly hard
cock and looked up at him with a smile.  "Billy, you are one hot horny kid
and anytime you need to get off, you come see me."

He gave me a tired smile as he lay there with his arm up lying across his
forehead. "Oh man John.  That was so fucking hot.  I think that's the
hardest I ever came."

"Yeah, you said it." And I laughed.

Just as I was going to suggest that he lie on top of me again and hump me
off, Billy jumped up exclaiming; "Shit!  Look at the time.  I gotta go.  He
quickly pulled on his pants and shoes, grabbed the movie and headed for the
door.

I was just sitting up as he reached the door and yelled, "Hey!"

He froze, turned around and paused, looking at me.  "Oh.  Yeah.  Thanks."
And then he was gone.

Just like a boy.  He needs to learn that sex is a two way street.  He
didn't even know or care that I hadn't cum.  Yup, just like a boy.  But, I
knew he'd be back.


Chapter Five - It's nice if both people get to cum

The next few weeks were very busy for me at work.  I was getting home late
and working some Saturdays too.  School went back in session and that and
after school activities kept Billy, and all the kids, pretty busy.
Whenever we did see each other the other kids were around and we couldn't
talk freely.  So, it was understandable that both inexperience in
relationships and his sexual frustration started him to worrying that maybe
something had cooled my interest.

Finally, in the middle of October before the end of daylight savings which
would eliminate daylight when I got home from work and therefore end
weeknight basketball in the driveway with the kids, he somehow cornered me
alone.  "Don't you want to fool around anymore?  Did I do something wrong?"
The look of worry on his face was genuine.  It was one of the only chinks
in his self-assurance that I ever saw.

I put my arm around his shoulders. "No buddy, you didn't really do anything
wrong."

Now he looked even more upset.  "I did.  I must have but you're just being
nice not saying."

I gave him another squeeze.  "No Billy, really.  We've both just been real
busy.  But, we do need to talk about something.  I don't have to work this
Saturday so I'll be home all day.  Why don't you come over when you can
hang around for a while without the other kids.

"But ... ?"

I cut him off. "Yes, bring your butt too."  Then I grinned at him.

That got a small smile.  "Okay," he sighed.  "I'll see you Saturday then."
I watched as he trotted off toward his house.

That Saturday it rained and I figured that Billy wouldn't be able to come
up with a reason to go out and not be going over to a friend's house.  But
I was wrong.  He was an industrious little devil as I found out when the
back door buzzer rang.

He smiled as I opened the door.  "Hi buddy.  I didn't think you'd make it
on a rainy day."

He came in and quickly explained; His parents had gone out for the
afternoon and left Stevie in charge but Stevie's girlfriend had shown up
just after their parents had left.  So, Stevie didn't even notice that
Billy was gone and even if he did find out, Billy would blackmail him about
having his girlfriend there unchaperoned.  "I know he's fucking her." he
boasted.  "Probably this very minute."

"Well, you're a smart boy."  I patted him on the shoulder.  "That sounds
like something I used to pull on my brother.  Take your coat off.  C'mon in
and sit down."

He chuckled.  "I thought you were going to say take your clothes off."

"You horny little wise ass." I teased. "Maybe later."

"Cool!" He grinned. "But, you said we had to talk about something.  I just
know I goofed something up."

"No Billy.  You just didn't know, that's all."

"Know what."

"C'mon, have a seat and I'll explain."  We sat on the sofa and I plunged in
trying to keep it simple.

I started by asking, "Billy, do you know what I mean when I say that a
friendship is a two way street?"

I watched as he thought about this.  "Yes, I think so.  It's like sharing
or doing what one guy wants one time and then doing what the other guy
wants the next time.  Like taking turns so it's fair."

"Yup, that's a pretty good explanation." I waited to see if anything
further came to mind.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.  "You want me to suck you this time?  I will
... I want to.  Is that it?"

I smiled.  "Well, I'd like that a lot Billy but that's not exactly it.  You
see, when two people have sex it's nice if both people get to cum."

His face fell.  "You didn't come?"

"No, but I understand that you didn't notice, it being your first time."  I
reached out and patted him on the knee.  "It's just important that if we
are going to keep having sex, we need to be sure that we are both happy
with it.  It's a way of showing that we like and care for each other."

He was looking at his hands in his lap now but he mumbled, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, that's okay buddy."  I patted his knee again.  "I still enjoyed it
that you got off.  As a matter of fact, I jerked off later while thinking
about you."

"You did?  Cool."  Then he looked up at me.  "Do you really like me?  Most
people think I'm a stuck-up know it all."

"Yes, I do and yes, you are."  And I poked him in the ribs until he was
laughing and couldn't talk.

As I eased up he took the opportunity to attack me back, climbing over onto
my lap and going at my ribs on both sides.  While laughing hysterically, my
only defense was to grab him in a bear hug and hold on.  We wriggled about
and slowly slid down on the sofa so that he was lying on top of me.
Suddenly he stopped but I still held on to my bear hug.  Slowly then, as we
lay there in a stalemate, he noticed I was hard.  He began to move against
me and I felt his bone push against mine.  Then I heard him whisper, "Can
we go to your bedroom and fool around?"

I released my hold on him and he got up.  Just as I was about to, he tickle
attacked me again and then scampered off towards my bedroom, laughing.  I
laughed too and walked after him.  By the time I caught up he was just
lying down on my bed with his pants around his ankles and a hot throbbing
boner pointing up his stomach.

I kicked off my shoes, stripped out of my pants and lay down beside him.
He sighed and rolled up on top of me.  "I love it when you feel my ass
John.  It makes me so hot."

"Yeah, you have a great little butt Billy and I love feeling it."

"Do you think you could get it inside me?  I mean, I know I'm small for my
age but I think it would be very hot if you fucked me some day.  I loved
having your finger in there."

I kissed the top of his head as he slow humped into me.  "I'd like it too
Billy but we'll have to see.  Maybe when you get a bit bigger."

He was quiet for a few minutes as we continued to enjoy the warmth of our
bodies together.  Then he whispered in my ear; "I want to make you cum and
then, can I try fucking you again?"

I smiled, again kissing the top of his head.  I loved his boy smell and
that of his hair.  "Lift up a little Billy." I reached down between us with
my hand and moved my cock so it was in between his thighs just under his
balls.  "Now bring your legs together and gently squeeze my boner."  I
moved my legs apart so his fit down in between them.  "Ah Billy, now that's
nice."

"Mmmmmm, yeah.  Your cock feels sexy there.  Now what should I do?"

"Just keep humping and I'll let you know when I'm going to cum."

He started to move slowly and my precum spread around and made things nice
and slippery.  He squeezed me a little tighter and I moaned.  "Oh Billy,
that feels so awesome."  I played with his ass cheeks and slipped my finger
down by his hole.  It was slick with precum as the head of my cock moved up
and down past it.

He brought his knees up under him a little so the tip of my cock rubbed his
hole.  "God that's so hot." He moaned.

I was close.  "Billy, squeeze tight.  I'm about to shoot."

He stretched out his legs again and squeezed.  I grunted.  "Oh God Billy,
I'm gunna cum.  Oh GOD!" I shuddered and began to shoot.  My cum spurted up
and over Billy's butt and ran down one side.

I hugged him to me tight as he stopped humping and just held me.  "Oh man
John.  You came gallons.  I never saw that much before.  Next time I want
to watch.  That was so fucking hot man."

After I calmed down I leaned over and grabbed the kleenex, wiping up what I
could from Billy's bottom.  I could imagine someday kissing my way down
those hot looking buns, right to his sweet spot but right now I knew what
he wanted.

"Okay you hot horny boy you, it's your turn." And I handed him the tube of
KY.  Then I lay down on my stomach.

This time Billy seemed more confident.  He lubed himself up and knelt
between my legs.  As I spread my buns for him his cock touched the right
spot the first time.  Then, with a gentle push the head of his boner was in
me and he paused.  "Oh man John," he moaned. "It's so hot in there."

I laughed. "Okay Bill, slowly push in a little, pull out a little then back
in more.  Repeat that until you're all the way in."

He followed instructions very well and after the third push he was there.
"Now Billy, just hold it there, lay down and wrap your arms about me."

He did and I could feel his hot panting breath on my back.  I squeezed my
butt on his cock and he gasped and and pushed as I could feel him drooling
on my shoulder.  He was trembling a lot now and grunted in my ear. "I don't
think I can stop.  I'm gunna cum John."  And he started to pull out and
thrust back in.  On the third stroke he shoved hard and held it deep in me
and I could feel him shudder He gasped with each shot and then, after maybe
3 or 4, he collapse on my back and lay still.

After a bit I sensed by his breathing that he was asleep.  I didn't have
the heart to wake him so I just relaxed and enjoyed the fulness of him
still inside me.  He never got soft.  The power of youth I suppose.
Anyhow, after a while I must have dozed off too because suddenly I felt him
moving inside me and I noticed he was breathing harder again.  After maybe
a dozen gentle thrusts he shuddered and then moaned again in my ear.
"Geez, I just came again."

This time he rolled off me to one side and I rolled over and smiled at him.
He nuzzled up in my arms and sighed. "I'm a sex maniac."

I laughed gently. "Welcome to the club my boy."

Over the next month or so Billy found ways to come over on a Saturday or
Sunday when he could hang around without the other kids or his parents
questioning his whereabouts.  We'd have sex while only just removing our
pants.  I'd suck him awhile.  Then, one day, he started, without my asking,
to suck me.  It was obvious that he liked doing it but didn't want me to
cum in his mouth.  Then he'd slowly get me off between his legs like the
first time and finished up by quickly fucking me.  He loved to do it but
never lasted but a couple of moments, cuming very quickly.  Once he got me
to try to fuck him on the living room floor.  I just got the head of my
cock in him but he couldn't take me any further.  He was very tight and I
got off but we didn't do it again.

Sex with Billy was never like with Stevie.  With Stevie there was love and
affection.  We'd passionately tongue kiss for long moments and whisper "I
love yous" to each other before resuming out kissing, humping and feeling.
There were long sessions of sucking and 69'ing.  But most of all, Stevie
dearly loved me being deep inside him while we kissed and when I was spent,
he would mount me from behind and fuck me like the hot teen he was, all the
while groaning "I love yous" in my ear.

With Billy, it was just pure lust.  I was a sex aid ... his sex toy.


Chapter Six - Both completely naked?  Together?  Oh wow!

Then came the famous ice storm of 1973.

My neighbors had the power feed, from the pole on the street, torn right
off the side of their house.  The power company told them that there was so
much damage in our area of the state, that it would be a week before they
could get to us and make repairs.  So, the neighbors took off for Florida
leaving unwashed pots and pans on the counter and their 3 cats.  They
called me from the airport, explaining that they would be gone for a week
and asking if I could keep an eye on the place.  They also told me that
Billy would be coming by to feed the cats.

I decided that, since my place was just fine, I should sleep at the
neighbor's and tend the fire in the wood stove to keep the pipes from
freezing.  It was amazing to me that they didn't seem to care at all about
the pipes.  But, I just couldn't let that happen, if possible.

The first night I didn't sleep well and was lying awake when Billy came in
the morning to feed the cats.  I called to him as I slipped on the top of
my jogging suit.  As I was reaching for the bottoms Billy ambushed me,
rushing in and pushing me back onto the bed.  We wrestled for a moment with
him on top and then he stopped and sat up, unbuckling his belt.

"I've just got time to get you off and for you to suck me off."  He
hurriedly lay back down on me, moved my now very hard dick in between his
legs and started to hump me with the great delicious skill that he had
gained over our previous sex sessions.

I found the spontaneity of it extremely exciting and he brought me off very
quickly.  Too quickly.  Then he moved up and kneeled astride me so his
boner was poking me in the lips.  I took him in.  It was so hot as I
grasped his little backside.

"Oh yeah John," He sighed.  "That's so hot."  He urgently fucked my face as
I kneaded his buns and gently caressed his hole with my finger.

His orgasm was sudden and over quickly and I didn't really get a chance to
savor it, or the moment.  He got right up and was pulling his pants up when
I had a brainstorm. "You want to spend the night here with me to night?"

He stopped and I could almost see the wheels turning behind his eyes.  "You
mean sleep with you?"

"Yeah." I grinned.

A leer began to form on his face. "Both completely naked?"

"Yes."

"Together?"

"Yup."

"Oh wow!" Now he was grinning from ear to ear. "I've never been completely
naked with anyone before.  Man, that will be so hot!"

I laughed.  "Well my sexy young friend, just ask your folks.  You can tell
them I didn't get any sleep all last night tending the fire so I need
someone to help me.  If it's okay with them just come on over after
supper."  There wasn't any school because of the holiday and the storm, so
I was pretty sure they wouldn't mind.

"Cool." He was now quite excited. "They'll buy that hook, line and sinker!"

Billy dashed off home and I wandered back over to my place for a shower and
some outside work trying to clear ice from the driveway.  The day was sunny
but bitterly cold and most of the ice wouldn't budge.  The sun shining in
the windows of the neighbor's house, however, did keep it above freezing
inside, so I let the wood stove go down during the day.  However, by late
afternoon I had to get it roaring again as I didn't want it too cold for
Billy and I that night.

By the time Billy arrived, after supper, it was nice and toasty.  We sat on
the couch with a kerosine lamp and talked for a while.

Billy got serious and declared. "I'm not gay you know." He looked at me
expectantly.

I nodded. "Just because a boy is curious and enjoys fooling around with
another boy doesn't necessarily mean he's gay."

"Or a man." He grinned at me.

"Or a man." I agreed.

"But what about the man?"  He asked.

I laughed. "Well, to be honest, I don't know.  Or rather, I'm not sure.
Oh, I've messed around with girls but don't want to marry one.  I'd love to
have kids but not a wife. So, maybe that means I'm bi."

"What's that?"

"Well, bi means two.  And bisexual means someone who likes both sexes.  So,
maybe I'm bi."

"Oh." He seemed to still be thinking about it. "So maybe I'm bi?"

"Could be but you wont know until you fool around with a girl.  But, you
have to be careful so you don't get her pregnant."

He laughed. "Suppose I made you pregnant or you made me pregnant?  That
would be funny."

I tousled his hair and teased. "Silly boy."

"John?"

"Yes Billy?"

"Can we go to bed now?"

I could see that his pants were tented up but I can be evil so I teased him
some more. "But Billy, it's early yet."

He frowned and let out an impatient sigh. "But I want us to get naked
together.  I've been thinking about it all day.  My dick is about to
explode."

I stood and took his hand.  "Come with me to the bedroom you hot sex maniac
boy, and we will have sex all night long."  That got a chuckle out of him.

When we got into the bedroom there was no pretense at affection or
tenderness, though I was beginning to want that added to the relationship.
I was beginning to care for this boy but he was only interested in the sex.
He stood there and watched as I pulled down the spread and covers on the
bed.  Then I started to undress and he saw that and also began to strip.
In a few moments we were both totally naked.  God he was so skinny.  But he
looked good enough to eat as he stood there expectantly waiting for
direction, and with his boner pointing up at his navel, throbbing to the
beat of his heart.

I climbed up on the double bed and kneeled on my side.  He climbed up and
kneeled on his.  I looked at him and spoke softly, "It will feel so
wonderful to hold you in my arms and feel you completely naked against me."

He trembled. "Oh wow. We're going to be all naked together and rubbing and
feeling.  Oh God." He was leaning towards me.

He reached out and we came together.  Our naked bodies moved against each
other.  He was so soft and warm and smooth.  I wanted so badly to kiss him
on the lips but kissed his forehead instead.  Then we lay down together,
our limbs entwined and our hard penises nestled side by side.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"What?  Kiss your forehead?"

"Yeah.  Why?"

"Because I like you and it felt like the right thing to do."

"Oh."

We slowly explored each other with our hands and mouths.  He particularly
enjoyed licking my dick and sliding his lips up and down its length on the
top side.  When I went down and rimmed him, at first he started to say it
was gross but the words were quickly choked off by whimpers of pleasure.  I
was sure that one day he would want me to fuck him and enjoy it intensely.

We progressed to a slow and gentle 69 but neither of us wanted to cum that
way.  Eventually we returned to a face to face embrace and I gently touched
my lips to his.  He pulled back and looked at me funny.

"Don't you like it?" I asked.

"I don't know.  It's very gay."

"Not necessarily." I said, but I didn't push it and changed directions. "I
have an idea for a new way for you to fuck me."

"How's that?" He looked at me with renewed interest.

"Well, I lie on my back, raise my legs up and spread them.  Then you kneel
over me and put it in.  That way you can watch it go in and it goes in
deeper."

"Oh cool!" He started to get up. "Let's fuck!"

I handed him the KY and raised up my legs.  He lubed up and got into
position.  He'd become quite good at entering me carefully and soon I felt
the head of his cock slip in.  Then he paused.

"God that looks so sexy John!  I can see it as I slide my boner deeper into
you."

"Hold it there once you are all the way in." I instructed.  Then I held up
my arms to him.  "Hug me."

He bent down being careful to not pull out more than he had to.  We hugged
and I kissed his cheek.  "It would be very hot for us to kiss while we do
this Billy."

He turned his head and looked at me.  Then he brought his lips to mine and
gasped through his nose as the shock of a new pleasure coursed through him.
Our tongues met and he started to urgently fuck me.  His stomach rubbed
deliciously on my precum covered hardon.  His lust drove me wild.  I don't
think he had ever been more aroused as right then.  He made maybe 4 or 5
deep thrusts and then held me tight and sucked in my tongue as he grunted
and moaned through a very intense orgasm.  I hadn't realize just how close
to cuming I was until my own orgasm hit me and I pumped a huge load between
us onto my stomach and his.

He collapsed, spent on my chest and his cock slipped from me as I lowered
my legs and just held him, softly stroking his back.

"Oh Billy." I whispered in his ear.  "That's one of the best fucks I've
ever had and one of the hardest cums."

After a little while I reached over for a towel I had put at the head of
the bed and cleaned us both up.  Then I switched off the light and we
slipped into a deep sleep snuggled in each other's arms.

In the middle of the night I got up to pee.  As I raised the toilet seat
Billy straggled in scratching his head and yawning.  Wordlessly we peed
side by side and rinsed off out hands.  I thought to myself that it was
funny, we have wild sex and go to sleep without washing up.  Then we pee
and do wash up.  Weird.

We walked back down the hall to the bedroom.  Billy was just in front of me
and I put my hand on the back of his neck in an affectionate caress.  He
slowed and slipped his arm around my waist.  As we got to the bed he turned
and I could see that he was hard.  He grinned at me.  "Let's do it again."
We did and it was amazing the stamina this boy had and his kisses were even
more passionate than the first time.  I just knew I was going to be worn
out in the morning.

Indeed, in the morning, just as the sun was coming up, I groaned as I eased
out of bed, peed and brushed my teeth.  Then I slipped back in as Billy got
up to do the same ... well, being a boy I expect he forgot to brush his
teeth.  Anyhow, as he came back I held up the covers for him and he slipped
back in next to me.  I rolled on to my left side and he slid back so I
could snuggle up behind him.  I figured we just cuddle for a while and then
get up.

After a few minutes of warming up again from the cold in the hallway, he
reached behind me, took my once again hardening penis in his hand and aimed
it between the cheeks of his butt.  Then he snuggled back so its tip
pressed against his hole.

"I don't think you are ready for that Billy." I whispered out loud and then
thought wearily to myself, "I'm so spent don't think I could get off a
third time in nine hours anyway."

"No, that's okay.  I just like the feel of it there." He reached back again
and took my hand, placing it on his very hard cock.  It was so soft and yet
so hard.  I wanted to tell him that I loved him but I somehow knew that it
wasn't a good idea.  The sex is what he'd been after all along.

We both enjoyed the warmth of this position but boys will be boys and soon
he was gently but rhythmically squeezing my hardon with his butt cheeks.
It prompted me to slowly move my hand up and down on his dick.  I was
amazed as his squeezing began to get the better of me and I started to
apply pressure back.  Then my dick slipped down his crack and in between
his thighs.  I began to thrust harder and stroke him faster.  Soon we were
moaning and panting.  Suddenly his cock swelled and began to throb.  I felt
his warm juices on my hand and, to my utter surprise and pleasure, reached
my own point of joy, thrice again.

It was nothing like his raw lust of the first and second times of the night
before.  But, it was somehow more satisfying for me.  We lay there and
basked in the warmth for a few minutes and then got up for the day.  Billy
headed home and I returned to my house.

The following night Billy couldn't make it and I slept alone.  I must have
been tired because I slept through his visit in the morning to feed the
cats.  I noticed he had been there when I finally came down.  Just as I was
walking over to my house the power company showed up.

I didn't see Billy again until the week before Christmas, nearly a month
later.  He was walking past my house as I was coming out of the garage.  I
waved and he came over but he seemed to do so reluctantly.

"Hi Billy." I greeted him.  "I've missed you."

"I've been busy."  That sounded bad to me and my stomach grew cold and
hollow.  I realized that I had indeed fallen for this boy and now something
was wrong.

"What's wrong Billy?"

He looked at me with some defiance in his eyes. "I can't do it anymore."

"What?" I asked sounding really dense.

"I can't have sex with you anymore.  It's gay and I'm not gay."  Now he was
looking at his feet as he pushed a pebble around.

I gathered what composure I could find and tried to sound as brave and
convincing as I could.  "That's okay Billy.  It was fun but our being
friends is more important."

"I guess." He stopped pushing at the pebble.

"I hope you wont feel you have to avoid me.  I like you and enjoy talking
with you.  You're a smart boy and a good one too."  I smiled and meant it
and what I said too.

He looked up and saw my smile but didn't smile back.  "Okay.  Well, I gotta
be goin'."

He walked on and I didn't see him again for quite a while and then it was
with the usual bunch of neighborhood boys.

*****

Hindsight:

Now, looking back over years of life's lessons and occasional rethinking of
those past events, I've come to a conclusion; Stevie talked with Billy
about me, about his relationship with me, about the sex.  Stevie responded
more to my love, affection and our kisses.  That's what he sought from me.
The sex was enjoyed by him but he didn't show the raw passion and lust that
Billy did.  The love is what mattered to Stevie but he didn't tell that to
his younger brother.

Billy, on the other hand, sought me out for the sex that his brother told
him about.  He didn't think of it in terms of being gay but more as mutual
masturbation.  There was no love or affection on Billy's part, little or no
emotion at all.  I was just an object he used to learn about and experience
sex.  I was a study aid and a sex toy.

Then it got complicated.  I told him that I liked him.  We kissed and it
was electric for him.  He began to feel more than just lust and he thought
that that was gay.  And, it scared him ... scared him away.

*****