Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 14:02:54 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: BILLY'S BOYS This story is completely fiction; it is the story of an adult and his sexual relationship with minors. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. I WILL answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please put the title of the story in the Subject line and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com BILLY'S BOYS So damn hot this time of the year. Wind's not helping much, either! I got up from my chair on the front porch of the store and moved the chair onto the side that would stay shady for a while. I stepped down from the porch and looked at the sign above it and the old building behind it: "Billy's." That's all it said. Used to say more. When I started out many years ago, this was a real neighborhood -- houses on every one of these four corners and down the road to the south. I called it "Billy's Groceries and Gas." When the new highway went thgough up north, I stopped selling gas, and it was "Billy's Groceries," with the "Gas" blacked out. Then the neighborhood fell apart; the truck farm down south bought up a lot of it. So I blacked out the "Groceries," and now it's just "Billy's.' That's what everybody always called it, anyway. Rest of the sign's black. A few groceries, not many. Mostly pop and beer and snack stuff. Gets a little busier this time of the year when the migrants are working down at the truck farm. When they get off, my place is the first stop on their way up to the migrant camp up by the highway. I sell plenty beer. Speaking of beer, Billy -- I talk to myself; nobody else to talk to -- time to wet the whistle! I went inside and over to the big cooler by the wall. Made a good investment some years back when I signed up for the electric. And I got running water, too -- out back there's a big pump pulling the water out of my well. Good thing I got a good well. Gets dry around here this time of year. I opened the cooler and looked. An orange. Three, four root beers, five, six grape, a bunch of colas. And the beer, of course, but I wouldn't be having one until later. Have to restock on Monday when the truck comes by. I took a grape this time, popped the top off with the opener on the side of the cooler, and drained that grape pop pretty quick. I pulled an empty soda crate off the pile and stood it up for the empty bottles -- I get one cent each from the distributor for bottles -- and put my empty in it. I headed around to the back of the counter. Not much cooler in here than it is out there... The old cow bell on the door clancked, and I looked up as the screen door slammed shut. Standing inside the door was one of the prettiest little boys I ever did see! Dark brown hair, all tossed around by the wind. Or maybe he hadn't even combed it when he got up this morning. Big, dark eyes, little lips so red. He was barefoot and wearing bib overalls, with no shirt on underneath. I could see those little tanned shoulders... such smooth skin... "Hi, mister." This place hadn't heard a voice that sweet for years. "Hello, young fella. What can I do you for?" "I wanna buy me a sody," he said. "But first... mister, you got a toilet I can use?" I never let customers use my little bathroom in the back. I got that and a little room I carved out from the old store room; that's where I live now, instead of upstairs. Well... he might as well use it. "Sure, son. Right back there, all the way to the back door." I watched him move back there. Damn cute boy. "And don't mess with anything else back there." Wasn't long before I heard the flush and the patter of little bare feet on the floor. "Over there, son. Cooler's by the wall. Help yourself." He walked over to the the cooler and pulled up the door. He had to stand on his tippytoes to reach in, and I saw those overalls -- a size too small for him -- creep up, with the seam pulling into his little butt crack. Perky little butt. Also got a glimpse of his underarm. No hair there, of course. One of the smoothest little places on a boy... Yeah, I said boy. I been loving the boys for a long as I can remember. Back when this was a real neighborhood, all the boys for miles around knew that if they wanted a good blow job, just go see Old Billy. Called me Old Billy even then. Got me lots of boyflesh back then. Smooth little weenies. Some of the older boys with hair wanted to get fucked, so I obliged... Took many a cherry in my day... "So what's your name, little fella?" "Name's Leroy," he called over his shoulder. "I heard some new people moved into the old Dunhill place. That your people?" But he was having some trouble with the old opener on the cooler -- needs fixing -- and I rounded the counter to help him. I took his bottle of orange -- how anybody can stand that stuff is beyond me! -- and my fingers brushed against his warm little hand. I opened it for him. "That'll be five cents, Leroy." I walked back to the counter and leaned my butt against it. I wasn't going to rush this little guy out of here. He counted out five pennies and handed them to me with a grin. "How old are you, son?" "Be nine soon." He stepped back just a bit and took that first swig of pop -- that cold, tangy taste that's always the best, whether it's pop or beer. He held it up, and I could see the muscles in his little throat work as he swallowed. And that smooth underarm. He gave me a grin of satisfaction when he lowered the bottle. Oh, I could satisfy him... Leroy used his fingers to wipe some of the moisture that had condensed on his bottle, moving it to the bottom of the bottle. He pulled the bib part of his overalls out, and he let a few drops of that cold water drip onto his chest. He giggled. "That's cold!" I imagined those drops running down his small chest, over his belly, into his bellybutton. I couldn't help but look down to those parts of him as the drops ran down... "Still hot, though," he said. And when I looked back up at him, he was unfastening the straps over his shoulders. The straps fell backward, and the bib of the overalls fell open. Beautiful little chest. Flat and tanned, little nipples just a shade darker. Nice belly. That bellybutton. I could see a little bit below the bellybutton, but not far enough. I looked to his side and saw that one of the buttons there was undone. I could glimpse a little tanned hip... He did that thing with his fingers and the moisture on the bottle again. This time he let the drops fall just beside his bellybutton. As they disappeared from sight, they had to run over that smooth, hairless mound... Maybe drip off his little pecker... Maybe his little balls... He giggled. "That tickles." Leroy twisted around a little and unfastened the button on the other side of his overalls. They fell straight down to his ankles. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. Oh, my! I started taking deeper breaths. A tiny little pecker... Pink head peeking out... Balls so little and up against his body I could hardly see them... No tan line anywhere. Does this boy play outside naked? From his shoulders to his calves, Leroy was a perfect little eight-almost-nine year old boy. And I looked back up to his face. Those big dark eyes were watching me, and there was a little smile on his lips. "Uh... Leroy, you better pull those back up. Could be somebody driving by..." "Nobody's going to be here for a while." Well, he was right. The migrants won't get off for another hour. Beautiful child. Tanned boy. Beautiful naked eight-almost-nine boy. Damn. As I watched, his little pecker started to move a bit. It straightened out... poked outward... About three inches, little more, maybe. The tiny pink head was looking right at me... I felt my old salami move a little inside my pants. "Can't be happening..." I muttered. He stepped out of his overalls and turned around to walk over to the cooler, putting his empty right next to mine. I drew in my breath as I watched his little butt bounce as he moved. So smooth... He turned and walked back, his tiny hard pecker swinging in front of him. "Yeah, it's happening," Leroy said quietly. He stepped up closer and reached out to my crotch. He found my dick and rubbed it through my pants. It stiffened for him. He unbuttoned my pants and got into my skivvies to pull it out. I'm over seven inches when I'm hard, but it's been a while since I was that hard. He stroked the stem and leaned in to lick my piss hole. He looked up at me with those big eyes... tanned little boy... naked... "It's happening," he repeated. "You want me, don't you,?" His voice was softer. I reached out to touch his touseled hair, but he hopped up onto the counter beside me, his legs spread out and dangling over the edge. His stiff little pecker right there in front of me. I moved between his legs and reached for that little tool. So warm in my hand. So stiff. Soft skin. Almost in a daze, I moved down and took his little pecker into my mouth. Oh, my. So sweet... For the first time in years, I sucked a little boy's sex tool. Won't even cum for several years, but it gives such sweet dry cums. My tongue moved across the head of it, and I tasted a little of his piss. I nursed on him carefully, listening to his soft hums of appreciation. He put his hands on the back of my head and began to move his hips toward me. He fucked his little pecker through my lips, and my tongue met it each time. Leroy pulled away then and lay down on his back on the counter. There wasn't room for him to stretch those smooth legs out, so he pulled his feet up but kept his legs open for me. A full serving of boy, right there in front of me. I leaned over him and kissed his soft little lips. They were moist, warm. His little tongue met mine, and we licked at each other. My hand rubbed his flat, warm chest, and I found one of his tiny nipples. My fingers played over it as our tongues worked. I found the little nub in the center and pinched lightly. He moaned into my mouth. He put his arm up over his head, and I could see that special, soft, smooth place in his pit. I moved to it, my tongue meeting the soft, smooth skin, moist from the day's heat. I licked and tasted him. Boy. I licked up and down, pressing my tongue into it. I sucked a little on it, and he sighed. I pulled up and looked at that chest and belly. A serving of boy... I licked one of his nipples and sucked a bit at it, my fingers wandering down to stroke his smooth mound above his boydick. His hands returned to my head, moving through my hair as I licked down to his bellybutton. The tip of my tongue dived in and then moved to that place where he would grow hair in a few years. My hand reached for a knee and moved slowly down his inner thigh, my fingers playing with the smothness. Smooth mound... "O Billy this is so good..." He practically cooed like a little bird. I licked at those three inches, licking upward all around it. My tongue poked at his head, tasting that piss again... Boy piss... I sucked carefully, and my fingers moved down from his thigh to find his tiny balls. I touched them carefully, nothing but tiny little marbles, and he moaned again, moving his hips upward. I stayed there for a while... Tiny stiff pecker in my mouth... Tiny warm balls at my fingers... Sucking... The taste that is pure boy... The scent of him... I moaned my own pleasure, and that made his little piece vibrate in my mouth. "Ahhhh..." His sounds were high, becoming more constant, sounds of a boy being pleasured... I turned my hand so I could move it under his butt on the counter. He raised his hips a little. I cupped those soft mounds of flesh for a minute, then I worked my finger into his crack. Warm and damp. The tip of my finger found his pucker. I pressed it gently with each suck of his little dick. "OOOOOooo... yess..." I used some of the moisture back there to rub against that tight little ring. I could feel it pulse against my finger... Puckered skin... But my hand was turned in such a way that I couldn't move just right. Leroy must have realized it. He pulled back from me. Without me even suggesting it, he got down on all fours on the counter, elbows and knees. His little boybutt was right in front of my face. I swallowed hard and reached out for it with one hand... other hand on the other mound. I squezed them gently, then a little more forcefully. I kneaded them together, then separately. There are few things more beautiful that a young boy's bubble butt. I parted those sweet mounds and there it was... his little pucker. A boy's asshole is so tiny and so tight. The wrinkled skin holding it closed was pink, like his little dick. I watched it pulse for me. I don't fuck boys this little. My dick is to thick for them, and I won't hurt one of these precious boys. This little one would be ready to give up his virginity, lose his cherry, in another couple of years... But not now... I had a different treat for little Leroy, and somehow I knew he'd really enjoy it. I touched his little entrance with my fingertip. The moisture was still there. I kissed each of those smooth butt cheeks, then I moved in and touched his hole with the tip of my tongue. I flattened my tongue a bit and moved it around and around his pucker. Really wet now... Oh, god, the smell of real boy... "Oooooo Billy yesss I love that..." I licked up and down, the rough upper side of my tongue, then the softer, slick side. Up and down. I spend some time warming and wetting his pucker with my tongue, and gradually -- as they all do -- it began to relax a bit. I took advantage of that and pointed my tongue right at the center of my target. Bullseye! My tongue stabbed at his tiny hole. Before it could resist the invasion, my tongue forced it open just a bit. Billy was whining in pleasure now. I pressed my tongue in more, and I could feel and taste his tunnel. The smooth, slick sides of it... Flicked my tongue around inside as I pressed deeper. Eating boyass... I always loved it. Eating an eight-almost-nine year old pretty boy... Keeping my tongue in place, I reached under him to find his boydick. He was still as hard as a rock. I played with it as I licked him, and he moaned and moaned. My tongue was about to wear out on this little one! I pulled away from him and immediately put a finger I had licked in its place. A finger is thicker than a tongue, so the guardian of this boy's hole resisted. The moisture was too much for it, and I felt it open again. I slowly pressed my finger in, letting his hole get used to the intruder. I held it still for a moment and listened to him. His moans, higher pitched now, were the song I love to hear, the sexsong of a young boy being entered where no boy was supposed to be entered. That special forbidden place. I rolled my finger around, and his tight little ring finally gave up and let me enter more deeply. Yes... Warm, wet, slick... I moved my finger to feel it all, and each movement brought more pleasure-sounds from my boy. In and out... I fingerfucked him for a while, pulling on his little boydick with the other hand. Then I slowly pulled my finger out and quickly replaced it with my tongue. Deeper... More of that boy to taste, to please... I had to use both hands to hold his hips and press in as far as I could go. "AAaaaa... eat it Billy eat meee..." My face was so tight against his asscheeks a bead of sweat couldn't have gotten through. I moved my head a little, letting my tongue move with it. Massaging his little boypussy from the inside... I could hear my own groans as I got as tight as I could to him, loving the heat, the feel of his butt cheeks on my cheeks... If I eat out a little one like this one, I'm always tempted to replace my tongue with my dick. But this boy was too sweet to ruin like that. I had the feeling that he and I would be playing together many more times... "O Billy O Billy oooooo..." But this child needed the release that most boys his age don't even know they can get. His little warm body all tense and twisted inside... Leroy seemed to know what to do now. He stood up slowly, turned around to me. The boydick glistened with the moisture from my mouth; it was right in front of my face as he stood on the counter. What a lovely sight! An eight-almost-nine year old with his whole body tingling with the need for more sex. As he moved closer so I could suck his hard little pecker in again, he took my hand and moved it around his hip to his butt. I lowered my hands to the back of his thighs and began to run my hands up and down lightly. My fingers reached around to the inside of his thigh.. I brought my hands up to his boyass again, and I sucked as I squeezed those sweet, smooth mounds, slowly working my fingers back into his crack. Yes... there is the pucker... a boy's entrance... more sensitive than a lot of boys ever get to know... Sucking on his little lillipop and toying with his hole... Tight again... My wet finger forces it open a bit... and then in again... where it belongs, inside this boy. I could feel his hands in my hair as I sucked and fingerfucked his middle, front and back. His groans got louder, and I realized that he had bent over a bit; his head was right above mine. Then I could feel his breath on my ear, and he whispered, "Make it happen for me, Billy... Make it a big one..." I fingerfucked a little deeper and sucked a little faster... harder... He was making sounds now that I couldn't even describe, his body moving eratically, as though it didn't know which pleasure-source to focus on. My face was against his warm belly as I sucked, and I knew it was going to happen when I felt him tighten up. His belly moved in and out as he breathed more repidly, almost panting. Little Leroy... My boy... And then it happened. His dicklet spasmed once inside my mouth, and his whole body froze in place for a second. Then his belly and his thighs quivered as his tiny boydick somehow got harder yet, its sensitive head scraping first against my tongue, then a cheek, then the roof of my mouth... High, soft, weak. "Aaaaaiiiiieeeee... aaaiiieeeeeee... awwwwww..." What a beautiful song. A young boy in the throes of a dry cum. His boy orgasm continued longer than I expected it would. Then his little dick softened. I gently pulled my finger out of his butthole. He was still bent over me. He had screamed right in my ear... what a delicious sound... He continued to pant rapidly for just a minute, then he breathed a little slower and slowly rose. I held his hips so he wouldn't fall as he lowered himself to the counter. His legs were on both sides of me, and he threw his arms around me. My chest muffled it a bit, but I heard it: "O Billy... was a big one... you gave me a big one..." Quiet for a moment, then, "Pretty soon and I'll shoot, won't I?" I held him tight. "Yeah, Leroy, little one, my boy. Pretty soon you'll be able to shoot." We stood like that for a while, my hands rubbing his back, his tired little dick pressed against my chest somewhere. But I realized that we had to bring this to an end. The migrants... I helped him slide down from the counter, and he was still facing me. Looking up into my eyes, he took my semi-hard cock in his hand. I could feel his thumb spread some of my precum around my cockhead... I hadn't had precum in years... My dick lurched when he bent down and took it into his mouth, between those little red lips, meeting that tiny tongue... He couldn't get any more of my cock into his mouth than just the head, but that was enough. He sucked enthusiastically, but it didn't take long. I felt the heat run through my groin, the cum shooting out into his mouth. He didn't pull back. He swallowed every drop. There probably wasn't much... but it's all inside his tummy now... "O fuck, boy... that was sweet... You have to come back... You with that family up there...?" "No," he said. "I'm one of your boys." "My... boys?'' "Yeah," he grinned. "You don't remember us. We're in your dreams, and you can't remember us when you wake up..." He was right; I could never remember my dreams. "... so we decided to come to you for real. Then you'd remember us after your dreams, too." "Us... You said 'us.' My boys..." "Yeah, there are a bunch of us now." He grinned. "You do us all really great in your dreams! Now it'll be for real, too." "Who... My boys..." "Lennie will come tomorrow," he said. "He's older a little -- he's got hair -- and he loves to get fucked." He giggled. "Lennie's always talking about how good your thick, hard cock feels in his ass. He's tomorrow. I forget who's coming next. Sammy? Maybe." He walked to the door before I realized he was leaving. He turned and said, "Thanks, Billy. It really was a big one. The biggest yet!" He was grinning as he let the screen door bang shut behind him. My boys? ...remember them...? Coming here... Lennie... fucking Lennie..." I got to the door as quickly as I could, but he was already way down the road. He wouldn't have been able to hear me if I called. I moved over to my chair and almost collapsed in it. Shit, Billy. Your cock is still out! I tucked myself back in my pants... could still feel the moisture on it, my cum and his mouth... The truck pulling into my little lot backfired and startled me. Three men in the front seat. I got up as they stepped onto the porch. The first of the migrants going home. "Howdy, gents. What can I do you for? I opened the door for them, and the two I recognized went straight to the cooler. They brought their beers over to the counter, and while I was giving them their change, the third one called to me from the cooler. "Mister... You got any orange? You got no orange today." "Yeah," I said. "It's there." My eyes shot over to the crate for empties. And right next to my grape bottle, there was an empty orange bottle. ...no orange...? ...got no orange... ...no orange...