Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2018 21:11:35 +0000 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Billy's Boys Chapter 4: David BILLY'S BOYS -- CHAPTER 4 This story is completely fiction; it is the story of an adult and his sexual relationship with minors. It is only fantasy. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2018 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. There are links to my stories listed under my name on Nifty's Prolific Authors page (under C for Charles). I also have two stories posted which are not on the list that may be of interest. "Rediscovering Cock" is in Adult/Friends: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/rediscovering-cock "Our Sex Club," a serial, is in Young Friends: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/our-sex-club/ You'll have to cut and paste those URLs; if you have problems email me, and I'll send you clickable links. I will answer all emails; reader response is important to me. Please put the title of the story in the Subject line and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com Emails with attachments are deleted unopened. NIFTY NEEDS OUR SUPPORT to continue its mission of bringing all these stories to us so faithfully. BILLY'S BOYS -- CHAPTER 4 Slept like a baby that night. I woke up with the sun, my dick sticky from... Damn. That cutie Roger hadn't been a dream! Couldn't have been. I lay there for a while remembering his soft skin and perk little titties, his big butt and tight pussy... I finally sighed, got up, pissed, got dressed and fixed breakfast. It was a little later than usual when I opened up the store. Can't leave the doors or windows open all night long, and it gets so stuffy inside. I went out to the porch with a cup of coffee. I swear to God I could still taste his little cocklet in my mouth...! Only, I never remember my dreams... It's getting so that I just drift off to sleep out there in the sun sometimes. Old age, I guess. I jerked awake -- my coffee cup had fallen out of my hand and spilled all over the old boards -- when little Bobby called out to me from the road. He was riding his uncle's old bike a little faster, getting used to the old roads we have out here now. And riding this morning without a shirt. That little redhead is going to get a suntan quicker than he thinks! "Hi, Billy." He disappeared around behind the wall around the old cemetery across the way. Lots of places to explore over there. I got to work then, some morning customers coming in. The morning people usually come in pretty early; leaves me the rest of the morning to straighten the shelves, take a few deliveries, inventory a bit. The bell over the door rang, and the screen slammed; I turned to find Bobby standing there. He was grinning big, and his little white chest was wet with sweat from the morning sun. His belly was moving in and out with his panting... "Hot out there, ain't it, son?" He nodded. He glanced over at the cooler, and I smiled and motioned for him to get himself a pop. He got another grape, came over, and leaned against the counter facing me on the other side. His angel-face was close enough I could smell the sweetness of the sweat in his hair. Boys smell good all over. "Billy, I'm supposed to give you a message. From that guy who works over in the cemetery." "The cemetery? Son, nobody's worked over there for years. Big parts of it are getting overgrown." A few of the old-timers, like me, tended some of the graves -- I did my wife's -- but nothing had been added over there for a long time. "Well, there was a guy over there, and he said for me to give you a message. He said, 'Ten o'clock. The cross-eyed angel.'" "Somebody having some fun with you, Bobby." The cross-eyed angel? That was a big statue back in the corner behind some old trees, one of the oldest parts of the place. But nobody had been back there -- or talked about that statue -- for years. "Well," Bobby said, and he took another long swallow. "That's what he said. He said, 'Tell Billy, ten o'clock, the cross-eyed angel.' He made me repeat it. What's a cross-eyed angel?" I told him about the old statue. Something had chipped the corner of an eye, and it you looked at it just right, it looked sort of cross-eyed. It had been kind of a joke. Sometimes boys would dare each other to go back there after dark. Sometimes it was used as a private place for a little sex. I'd met some boys back there myself. But I didn't tell him that part. He finished his pop, and he'd delivered his message, so he returned the bottle, waved, and was out the door and off on his bike. The cross-eyed angel. Damn. Hadn't thought of that place for years. It was a quiet spot, not visible even from most parts of the cemetery. Sometimes I'd tell my boys who wanted some sucking to meet me back there. And I'd turn them on with a little dirty talk until their dicks stiffened up. The next step was to get their pants down, but that never took long. I'd sit the little ones up on top of an old gravestone and lean in for a feast of cocklet. Sucked me some bigger cocks back there, too. And there'd been several boys who'd come back there with their virgin asses and left very satisfied. I went back out onto the porch and sat looking across the road at the old cemetery wall. Oh, it had been a busy place once. Burials, of course. Fewer and fewer through the years, and it had been a long time since any graves had been dug. Oh, some nice memories, though. So who was it who wanted to meet back there? No boys around here anymore. Not for a long time. Was it a joke? I guess maybe I dozed off. I tend to do that sometimes. A customer drove up, and I went in to do a little business. When the customer had left, Bobby came back in the door. He still had his shirt off, and both hands were cupped down over his crotch. But he couldn't hide a dark wet spot. His eyes were wet with humiliation and embarrassment. "I... I couldn't help it, Billy. I fell off the bike, and when I got up, I'd... you know..." "Are you hurt, Bobby?" I came around the counter and knelt in front of him. His knee was scraped a little bit. "No, not really, but... I... Billy..." I lay my hand gently on his arm. "It's okay, Bobby. It just happened. It's okay, and we can take care of it. You just come back here with me, and we'll take care of it." I put my arm around his shoulder -- soft skin, warm from the sun -- and guided him around the counter and back into my little living space. "We'll just get you dry, son, and nobody will ever know." "What...?" "You just give me those wet things, and I'll lay them out on the back stoop. That's where the sun is by now, and it won't take any time at all for it to dry." I nodded toward my little bathroom. "You go in there and get out of those wet things. Take my towel and wrap it around you, and give me those things." "My... my underpants..." "It's okay, Bobby. Just give it all to me, and it won't take much time at all." He moved slowly into the bathroom and closed the door carefully. I waited for a minute, and then the door slowly opened. There was a little red-haired angel with a towel wrapped around his waist, one arm extended holding his wet clothes out to me. I smiled, took them, and opened the back door. He watched through the doorway while I spread them out on the steps in the full sun. A very dark spot -- I touched it -- at the crotch. And his underpants, white and such a small waist. And right there where his boydick had poured out his pee. I raised them to my nose and smelled. Boypee always has such a sweet smell to it. And a boy's underpants always carry the scent of the little dicklet that had been in it. I savored the scent of Bobby for a minute. I don't think he saw. When I went back inside, Bobby was standing outside the bathroom door with my old towel wrapped around him and tucked in at his waist. A near-naked nine-year-old boy with only a towel around him. And my old cock began to stir. "Nothing to worry around, Bobby. Nothing to be ashamed of, either. Happens to every boy one time or another. And it's only pee." I motioned him over to my easy chair. I got something for his knee from the bathroom and rubbed it gently on his scrape. The towel separated enough for me to rub his knee, and I could see the better part of his thigh. He was smooth and warm. He stood in front of me as I sat in the chair, and I patted my knee; that was the only invitation he needed. As he wiggled to adjust himself on my lap I held an arm around his naked shoulder to balance him. We talked for a while, and I told him some more stories about the old days around here, and he relaxed against me. The towel slipped open just a little and I could see one of his legs up to his thigh. As he moved again, the towel came unfastened from around him and opened a bit at his waist. I could just see the top of that little mound where he'd grow hair someday. He didn't bother to readjust it. We were talking then about his daddy and some of the stories I remembered about him. I started to rub his back gently, making slow circles over his warm, smooth skin. He sighed once and relaxed back against my hand. "Does that feel good, Bobby?" He blinked, like he'd just been awakened. "Um... oh, yea, Billy." But it sounded like he was admitting to a little secret that nobody was supposed to know. I kept rubbing his back as I talked, moving my hand a little farther down each time until I was rubbing the small of his back, just above his little ass. When he lay his head on my shoulder, I knew he was mine. But not just now. Not too soon. We sat there, not talking at all, just enjoying each other's touch. "Let's check those clothes, Bobby." I stood him up and walked out the back door to get his clothes. I handed him his underpants first, and he dropped his towel to the floor without even thinking. Then, realizing he was naked in front of me, he quickly pulled up his little white undies and gave me a nervous grin. But I'd seen it, of course. A boy's pride and joy. His little dick. His cocklet. He finished dressing and stood there a minute before he moved over to me. And gave me a little hug. "Don't need to be embarrassed about being naked, Bobby. You're a very pretty boy." He hesitated for a minute and then hugged me again. Before I could respond at all, he turned and ran out the front door. Such a sweet boy. Only a glimpse of his little nine-year-old dick, but it was a beauty. The rest of the day passed pretty quickly with the little rush of customers I usually get in the afternoon. I read a little while I ate my supper in the back and finally locked up around dark. But I kept remembering that message Bobby'd brought to me. Ten o'clock. The cross-eyed angel. I sat back down in my easy chair listening to some music, and I pulled my dick out, remembering some of the those good times over there in the cemetery. I must have fallen asleep. I jerked awake when I needed to piss. Pretty bad. I went over to the bathroom and drained the hose and looked at the clock. It was just ten minutes to ten. Should I go over there? Some trick, maybe? But this old man's curiosity got the best of him, and I went out my back door walked around some old junk in the back yard and crossed the road. The old stone wall around the cemetery had seen better days. Some of the stones needed replacing, and the iron gate across the drive was rusted almost shut. It screeched as I opened it, and I walked down the narrow lane in the moonlight. There weren't many trees in the front part, but there were lots of them as I got closer to the older section, where the old church had been and where the older graves were. And the cross-eyed angel. I found her, still standing and still cross-eyed. There was a little stone bench across from the angel, and I sat down, pretty winded from the walk. I supposed it was ten by now. I waited and listened. Nothing. Some joke maybe? Then I heard a gentle rustle of leaves and turned to see a boy step out from behind a huge old gravestone. I couldn't make him out very good, but as he came nearer it was obvious that he was naked. He stepped into a pool of moonlight right in front of me, and I saw a perfect angel of a boy. Dark hair, couldn't be sure of the color because of the light. Big eyes looking up at me. Narrow shoulders and a slender frame. And a cute little dick right there between his legs. I stared at it a minute until his voice kind of woke me up. "Hi, Billy." It was so quiet it was almost a whisper. "I hoped you'd get my message." He paused a minute and then continued hurriedly, "I wanted to be sure you'd be here, because Roger was supposed to tell you, only he forgot, and he's so sorry, but he said I should come anyway, so I asked that boy to tell you..." His voice died away, and he stood there looking at me, waiting. "What... what's your name, son?" My voice was such a dry whisper I could hardly hear it myself. "I'm David." He smiled, obviously relieved that I responded at all. "I wanted to meet here because... well, in your dreams we're always here..." He stopped. "But they said you don't remember that, do you?" He smiled again. "We've been here lots, Billy, me and you." "How old a boy are you, David?" "Thirteen." That surprised me a bit. He looked more like, maybe 11. But when I looked down at his crotch I could barely make out in the moonlight a little patch of dark hair. He must have seen where I was looking, and he reached down and pulled at his dick a little. He walked closer, his narrow hips swinging a bit. His broad smile made me smile in return, and when he got to me he reached out and touched his hand to my face. "I know you can't remember me," he said quietly. "I wish you could. We... It's always been so good with you." He grinned again. "You took my cherry over there." He pointed to another bench. He stepped closer and leaned in for a kiss. His soft lips touched mine, and his warm, wet tongue licked across them. I put my hands around the back of his thighs to pull him to me, and our tongues swirled around each other. My hand moved to his ass -- nice and round and firm -- and I squeezed it once before I slid my finger into his crack. David sighed into my mouth, his breath warm and damp. Then he put his forehead on my shoulder and let me gently massage his butthole. Warm, smooth skin around it. Tight pucker. My hands shook a bit as I pressed a finger into his tunnel. When he shifted his hips, I realized his dick was right next to my cheek. I felt the hot tip of it graze my skin there, and I turned my head just a little so I could take his cockhead into my mouth. He stepped even closer as he groaned in pleasure. One finger probing deeper and deeper into the boyhole. One tongue licking around and around his smooth cockhead. I could just begin to taste a bit of precum. Sweet. Smooth. But my old back was starting to hurt, and I had to pull away from the tasty boymeat in my mouth. He smiled down at me and began to unbutton my shirt. When it was opened, he unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. He reached down for my cock. "I want it, Billy," he whispered. "We all love this dick, you know. We all want it." I shifted around so he could pull my pants and shorts down to my ankles; then he knelt down to fondle my old dick. It was hard for him, throbbing. "I wondered..." he began. He looked up and smiled. "I wondered, that first time you fucked me, if it would hurt so much I couldn't take it. But you got me ready for it just like you said you would." And he leaned in and began to suck. Oh my god, yes. David had clearly been around dicks long enough that he knew just what to do. I braced myself with my arms on the old bench and spread my legs for him. I watched his dark head move down there as I felt his tongue wash all around my cockhead. He pulled it out to kiss my shaft up and down and then lick it all over. Then he started to suck again. A young boy's mouth on an old dick. Barely a teen, he'd learned somehow -- from me? -- just how to use his tongue and lips, how to roll his face around my cockhead, how to suck it in and release, suck it in and release... I groaned. His fingers found my heavy balls and began to roll them around. I looked over at the cross-eyed angel watching us, watching a thirteen-year-old boy treat a man so good. I closed my eyes. Night sounds. Insects, a breeze through the trees, the rustle of leaves. The wet slurps of a hungry boy. The low moans of a man in need. Young David knew to slow down and stop before I blew my load. He knew that as much as I wanted to coat his mouth with mancum, I wanted to coat his pussy with it even more. He stood up and smiled. I raised my hands so I could rub them lightly over his chest, tweaking the nipples a little, and down his belly to his pubes. Soft. Hard dick smelling so nice. But I put my hands on his hips and turned him around. My hands rubbed both of his asscheeks, squeezing lightly. Soft skin. Warm against my fingers. Dark crack. I pulled it open. And there he was. David. David's entrance. His pussy. He leaned forward and stepped back a bit as I leaned into him. First the scent. Boyscent. Nothing like it. I inhaled deeply. Then the taste. I licked into his crack until the tip of my tongue reached his pucker; I ran my tongue in circles around it and then flicked it up and down. Now the moans were his, needing, begging... "Uuuuuuuu Billy mmmmmmmm Billy... uuuuuuuu..." The point of my tongue pressed against the center of his hole, and it opened for me, slowly. I pushed in deep enough until I could feel the tight ring around my tongue and the warm, smooth, wet tissue of his tunnel at the tip of my tongue. Boyass. Boypussy. I swirled my tongue to taste as much as I could. I could feel the boy press back against me as his moaning grew louder. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeet meeeeeeee o yeaaaaaaa..." Then, with my tongue still inside, I pressed my lips tightly around his hole and sucked. It takes concentration to suck there with your lips while your tongue is flicking around inside. But David loved it. Every boy loves it. As I ate I reached around for his dick and stroked it slowly. He pressed his dick into my hand then pressed his ass into my face. He was moving only slightly, but I could feel the pressure moving back and forth back and forth boydick boypussy again he loved it boydick boypussy... But I needed more than my tongue in there. And David needed it, too. I pulled away and could hear the disappointment in his sounds; I sucked on my fingers a little and then pressed one finger at that tight hole. It resisted a bit. Then it relaxed for me. And I slid in slowly but deeply. "Oooooooo yeaaaaaaa Billeeeeeee..." I began to fingerfuck him, and each time my finger was in deep I'd wiggle the tip of it against his silky smoothness. Then I found his special spot. Every boy has that special spot, the hot, hard, little circle deep inside... I heard him suck in his breath loudly as I massaged it. "Yesssssssss... yesssssssssss..." Then a second finger. Oh, yes, I had a deep urge just to ram my dick into his ass, but there is so much pleasure -- for both man and boy -- in fingering a young pussy. Yes, silky smooth. Warm, no, hot. Wet. Boy. But my old cock was aching. And I could tell from the way he was moving and moaning that David wanted more, too. Wanted cock. I stood up and slicked up my tool with saliva and put the cockhead at his pucker. And pressed. OOOoooooooooo my god yes! That boypussy opened but remained so tight around my cock! I slid into the boy slowly, feeling that smoothness part for my cockhead, feeling the slickness as my cock moved against it, and down. And finally I was completely in! My pubes were pressed tightly against his ass. He was moaning, but I hardly heard him because of my own heavy breathing. The heat of the boy! The tightness all around my dick! I could actually feel the pulsing of my cock against that slick tunnel! Now it was my moaning I heard, and I stood still, against David, and felt the boy's pussy hug my old dick. But David wanted more. "Oooo god Billy so big so full fuck me fuck meeeee..." And I began to push and pull, slowly at first and then a little faster. I found a nice rhythm, and David began to push back against me every time I thrust in. The breath burst from his lips when my cockhead hit bottom, again and again. I mined that boy's ass deep! I watched as my shaft pulled out of him and then slid in again. And again and more and again oh yes David sweet ass yessss... I knew I was hitting his special place inside each time I thrust in, and his moans became louder and longer. But they quieted a bit when I shoved my dick in faster, feeling the need inside me. "Gonna seed you, David... Gonna blast your boyass..." And I did. I froze against him for a minute as the sharp heat began to build to the point of explosion... I pumped and groaned as my cum shot out into him again and again. Yes oh yes boy o fuck yeaaaa... Until, finally, I was empty. And almost breathless. I couldn't believe the length of my orgasm; it seemed to go on and on and on. Beautiful. Filling my boy full of my seed. The sound now was my labored breathing. I slowly pulled my dick from his pussy, feeling the wet stickiness of my cum. I almost fell back onto the bench behind me. David remained bent over; in fact, he moved backward a little. He wants it, I smiled to myself. He knows how I like to clean my boys, and he wants it. I watched as his boyhole began to ooze cum, cum and boyjuice. And my tongue was ready for it. I lapped it up as he fed it to me. Sweet. All boy. Mancum and boy yes... When I straightened up, I realized how much my back was hurting, but I didn't care. He raised up, and his hole, still oozing the last few drops, disappeared into his crack. And there was his ass. His butt. Those lovely globes of boyflesh. He turned around, and his softening dick was right in front of me. "You made me cum," he whispered. "Like last time. You made me shoot. I didn't even touch it. I felt it when it happened. You made it happen..." He was still whispering when I took his boydick in one hand and began to lick it, clean it, suck every drop of him. Sweet teen cum. His spongy cockhead was softening, but my tongue woke it up again. I felt the shaft of his dick stiffen. Yes, I remembered, some boys, especially the ones just beginning puberty, can cum again almost immediately. And I started to suck in earnest, the tang of his cum still in my mouth. "O Billy... I can't... don't..." I knew his cockhead was supersensitive and that my sucking and licking were close to painful for him. But I also knew he could enjoy another great cum if I could suck it out of him. I put my hands on his hips to hold him steady as he began to twist and pull away. "Awww... oooo..." His dick was fully hard now, and my tongue worked his cockhead rapidly, washing around and around it, as I sucked him in deeply. I felt my nose in his young pubes and sucked for joy sucked for his pleasure and my own sucked his sex deep inside my throat sucked for more of his teen cream... "Awwww..." His strangled voice became louder and more desperate, and I had to grasp his hips tighter. He was almost screaming in the darkness. And then the sound became something different. Something more steady. Something from deep in his throat. Something that I'd heard when I'd sucked his dick earlier. He was getting ready... "Aw fuck! Aw..." His cum shot from his cockhead to the back of my mouth, coating my tongue with its sweetness. And he came again. I could feel his legs shuddering, his hips almost vibrating. He shot one more time. I slowed my tongue and pulled his dick out of my mouth and kissed it. I could tell his legs were weak from that unexpected second orgasm, so I helped him settle back onto the stone bench beside me. I put my arm around him, and he leaned his head against me. I stroked his hair with one hand and his thigh with the other. "You're a good boy, David. To give an old man such pleasure. I had to return the favor, son. Your young dick can do those things now. Relax, son." His breathing slowed and quieted. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, Billy. You're so good to me, so... You make me feel so... good." I stroked his hair a little longer, and then he straightened up. He smiled at me. Such a broad, happy smile! He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "You're the best, Billy," he said, his voice sounding more normal now. "The very best. We all say so. I'll tell them all how good it was." He stood in front of me, the picture of a perfect, naked thirteen-year-old boy. Then he turned and began to walk away. He stopped and turned his face back to me. "You'll see Gary tomorrow, Billy. But we all trust you. You'll like him. You always do." With another smile, he turned and walked into the shadows. I couldn't see him any longer. After sitting there a bit, I pulled my pants up and buttoned my shirt. I glanced up at the cross-eyed angel as I got up. "He's a good boy, that David," I said. I walked slowly back down the pathway to the cemetery entrance, across the road to my store. I lay down on the bed without even getting undressed. I knew I'd sleep deeply tonight. And tomorrow... He said... Gary?