Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2004 12:38:33 EST From: AtlBiDad@aol.com Subject: Blowing Bill - Chapter Two Thanks for posting the story I sent a couple of days ago. I've received some nice compliments on it via E-mail from other Nifty fans. You will find Chapter Two below. I hope it is acceptable for posting on your site. Best regards, Rob ---------------------------------------------------------- Thanks to all of you who sent E-mails complimenting me on the first installment of Blowing Bill. It's great hearing from others who enjoy reading (and writing) stories here on Nifty. To all of those who have asked if the Bill stories are true, let's just say I have some fond memories of living on the farm as a teenager! If you are not over 18, do not enjoy stories about consensual sex between older/younger males or live in a place where reading homoerotic stories are forbidden, please do not continue reading any further. Blowing Bill - Chapter Two "Fuck!" I thought when I discovered that my history book was nowhere to be found. I'd searched my entire room for it, then realized that I must've left it at my cousin, Joyce's, house. Joyce had picked me up from high school earlier that afternoon and my parents had stopped by to take me home a couple of hours later. I needed the book in order to do my homework, so I went down the hall and into the kitchen. I wasn't quite prepared to find Bill sitting at the kitchen table, having coffee and chatting with my Mom and Dad. It had been a few days since I'd "put the moves" on Bill and ended up sucking him off. I hadn't seen him again until now, so I didn't know if I should feel awkward or embarrassed. His bright smile when I walked into the room told me instantly that I had nothing to worry about. "I've got a little problem," I told my parents. "What's wrong?" my Mom asked, concerned. "I think I left my history book at Joyce's house and I need it in order to do my homework," I replied. Mom looked at Dad, who shook his head, dreading the 20+ mile trip to retrieve the missing book. "You'd forget your head if it wasn't attached," my Dad said, scolding me. "You need a ride to get your book?" Bill asked. "Yeah, I do," I answered, a bit sheepishly. "Well, if your Mom and Dad don't mind, I'd be happy to take you," he offered. Mom started to say, "It's very nice of you to offer, Bill, but..." then Bill interrupted her to say, "It's no trouble at all." He looked at me and asked, "So...are you ready to go?" "Let's do it," I said, grabbing my jacket off the coat rack by the back door, my dick already stirring a bit in my pants in anticipation of what might happen on the trip to retrieve my missing textbook. "We'll be back in a little while," Bill said, as the two of us walked out the door, across the back porch and hopped into his pick-up truck. We'd barely gotten to the main road, after driving down the quarter mile dirt road that led to our farm, when Bill looked over and me and smiled. "So...how're you doin'?" he asked. "Doing great. What about you?" I asked. "I've been horny as a motherfucker ever since the other day when you sucked my dick. I can't stop thinkin' about it," he confessed. "So, you liked it, eh?" I teased. "I fuckin' loved it and you know it!" he said, taking his right hand off the steering wheel and groping his cock through his khaki slacks. Even in the dim light of the pick-up truck's cab, I could see that Bill had a major hard-on. "Glad you enjoyed it," I said, with a sly grin on my face. "You gonna suck it again for me?" he asked, his voice already filling with lust. "Now?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Yeah...right now," he said, still groping his cock. "Sure, I'd love to suck it for you," I answered, eager to feel his hard meat in my mouth again. Bill tugged his zipper down and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. "Then scoot on over here and get down on it," he said, rather forcefully. I leaned across the seat and wrapped my fist around his cock, jacking it a few times. "Suck it!" he said, with a shiteating grin on his face. I put my head in his lap and took his hard cock into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down as he started to moan a bit. "Fuck, that feels good," he said, putting his hand on the back of my head. "Go slow, 'cause I want it to last." His cock was rock hard and before long, started oozing a river of precum. I sucked and licked up every drop of the tasty liquid as I continued to give Bill a terrific blowjob. We finally made it to the highway and I saw the lights of an oncoming car. "'Keep your head down, there's a car coming," Bill said, his hand still on the back of my head. Momentarily, I stopped sucking on his cock, but quickly he said, "Don't stop suckin'!" Needless to say, I went right back down on his cock, bobbing up and down on his meat! I could feel his legs start to stiffen and his cock growing even harder in my mouth. Bill whipped the truck into the parking lot of the small rural post office; flipped off the lights; ripped his pants and boxer shorts down past his thighs; and spread his legs open wide. "Suck me off, boy!" he growled rather insistently. I needed no further invitation. I began sucking his cock quickly, moving my mouth all the way from the base of his huge dick until just the huge head was between my lips. "Goddamn, you're gonna make me cum!" he groaned. "Give me that fuckin' load!" I told him, taking my mouth off his cock for only a few seconds before he forced my head back down on it. "Here it comes, buddy," he said, just before a rope of jizz hit the back of my throat. "Fucccccccccck!" he yelped as he continue to spray stream after stream of cum into my mouth. "Suck my goddamned cock dry, boy!" I swallowed greedily, not wanting to miss a single drop of the load he was feeding me! Finally, he slumped back, his balls drained by my excellent teenaged blowjob. "You are one amazing fuckin' cocksucker," he told me, as I sat up in the seat. "Thanks," I replied, a smile on my face. "How long have you been suckin' cock?" he asked me. Not really knowing just how much I should "confess," I simply told him, "Quite a while." "Well, you've gotten real fuckin' good at it," he told me. "Look at this motherfucker ... it's still hard," he said, wagging his cock in his fist. "You want me to suck it again?" I offered. (Yes, indeed, I was a cock hungry boy!) "Hell, yeah, I do ... but let's get your school book first and then you can suck it again on the ride back," he said, tucking his still-rigid dick back into his pants and lighting up a cigarette. I'd always been turned on by good looking guys who smoked, so the hard-on in my jeans got even harder when he lit up. Instinctively, I must have reached down and groped my boner, because Bill said, "You can let me watch you jack that big fucker of yours on the way back, too." We finally made it to my cousin, Joyce's, house and sure enough, I'd left my history book there earlier that day. After a few minutes, Bill and I were on our way back to the farm. We drove in silence for a few miles, then he spoke. "So ... have you ever had your cock sucked before?" he asked me. "Sure, a few times," I told him. "Oh, yeah? Who did it for you?" he questioned, very curious to hear who had been down on my cock. "A buddy of mine," I answered, "we sucked each other off all last summer before he moved to Florida." "That's fuckin' hot! Well, I've never sucked a cock before, but I think I might know someone who'd suck it for ya', if you're interested," Bill said, definitely piquing my curiosity. "Fuck, yeah, I'm interested," I said, eager to hear more. "Who is he?" "Let me see if I can make it happen before I say anymore," Bill hesitated. "But I think I can talk him into givin' you a blow job. You'd love it ... he's a damned good little cocksucker." His use of the words "damned good little cocksucker" made me wonder if Bill had some other teenaged boy sucking his cock for him. I will admit that I felt a bit jealous of some other kid having the chance to suck Bill off, but then a weird thought came to my mind. Was it possible that the other kid sucking Bill's cock for him was his son, Billy? The thought of watching his son's mouth bobbing up and down on Daddy Bill's big cock almost made me shoot my load in my jeans! Before we got back to the farm, Bill shot another huge load of jizz down my throat as I sucked his 9" cock again. As we pulled onto the wooded dirt road that led to the farm, he had me stand just outside the truck, with my jeans around my ankles, and jack my own cock off while he watched, with a smoke dangling from his lips. Bill smiled that sexy smile of his and urged me on, talking dirty to me while I feverishly pounded my meat to an explosive orgasm. "Oh yeah," he groaned, his voice filled with lust, as I jacked the last of the huge load from my softening dick. "I think that boy of mine is really gonna love suckin' that big cock for you!" Coming next time: I "catch" Bill with his cock in another boy's mouth!