Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2019 00:24:15 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil Boys part 15 DEVIL BOYS By Encolpius DISLAIMER: This story is fiction. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. eal. Compliments, complaints, comments to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Remember to donate to Nifty. I have more stories to tell. FIFTEEN Bo's Story I can see Little Bit on the other side of the pool. I motion for him to come over. He has to pile through the crowd and navigate the hand rail in the center. "Hey, this is Justin. He's a professor from like, Harvard or something" I say "Justin, this is Joe. We call him Little Bit" Justin looks him over. Little Bit isn't little. Broad shouldered and brawny at nearly 20 with a splash of hair across his chest and a healthy organ below, he;s not little at all. "I assume Little Bit is ironic" He smiles. "Not when I got the name. It was a little bit then" "I've seen your work" Justtin says "So far, everybody here has" Little Bit says smiling, turning on the charm. "They all figure I'm a top since that's what Daddy has had me do and I don't think I could fuck 50 or a 100 guys in one night. But I could try. And then let littte dick here finish me off. Unless you wanted to" "I'd be happy to try" Justin said "Either of you. Both of you:" Little Bit reached over and kissed him. "Hang with us. We're going to start having some real fun pretty soon. Don't get too drunk though. A little drunk and Erosia go together but not real drunk" "Looking forward to it" Justin said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- There is a kid in school, a freshman who goes by the nickname Skeeter. He's gay. I'm gay too. There's another kid that I have known since 8th grade. We're in the 10th now. Back then, in the 7th, he was a goody-goody type but we were friends anyway. The next year he was taller and I thought he was hot and wanted to spend every second around him. He also stopped being goody goody. He started getting high. We stayed friends. He stayed cute and I had a crush on him which I tried to hide. But then in the 9th grade and into the 10th, I just stopped having a crush on him and he was just a friend. There's another boy in the 10th grade that I would like to have. His name is Jacob. Anyway, Jacob isn't relevant. What his relevant is that my friend spent the night with me. The first really warm weekend in March. He had some smoke and I have lifted some Jack and coke from my Mom (I live with the my grandparents but I had stayed with the my mom the weekend before and nicked a bottle). There was this chick he was after that lived in the same mobile home park as me and we went over there to get her trashed so he could fuck her. She has a sister in the 8th grade and the sister was supposedly for me. But, I'm gay even if nobody knows it, so that didn't work out so well. Actualy none of it worked out. The one chick would make out a little but that's it. So, we found ourselves way after midnight drunk and high and he was horny and I still thought he was hot enough. I blew him, He let me. He didn't stop me. He let me keep going. But the next day, he was freaked out about what happened. He told a frew people. Made me out to be the villian. I did it to him. Like raped him or something. Now I'm a gay kid. I'm outed. So, anyway, I was sittng alone at a table in the library. My friends are gone. They believe him. They suspected anyway I was gay and they believe him. Everything sucks, Skeeter sits down at the table. He doesn't ask. "People are talking about you" "So? Let them talk" "Yeah, fuck em" "I'm not gay" I told him. I knew it was a lie but I wanted him to believe it. I don't even know why :"I am" he said, smiling. Proud of himseelf. "Besides, he enjoyed it. He wanted it" :He did" I said. "He did" "Okay, cool. So if you decide you're gay, let me know. I think you're hot" he said as he got up. What I wished was that I had stopped right then and tod him the truth. But I didn't. Or that same day or the next.. But I didn't. But I couldn't get that he thought I was hot out of my mind. On the third day I saw him in the hall. I stopped him and simply said "me too". He smiled. My grandparents complained about me having a friend over two weekends in a row. But they let me. I was worried becase I kind of had the idea that Skeeter might be ... well, an atheist maybe .... but actually a devil worshipper. A Satanist. My grandparents are religious as fuck. He actually was really nice to them and acted like he was the kind of kid that might go to church but I knew he wasn't We messed around, eating snacks and playing video games. Finally, they made us go to bed. I was kind of excited as we headed to my bedroom. I had a double bed and we were going to have to sleep together but my grandparents didn't really know what that meant. I locked the door as we went in. "Can I sleep naked?" Skeeter asked with a grin. I must have looked nervous "Or do you want me to put on shorts. Afterwards" I like the word afterwards. That implied something before. And then he kissed me. I got hard instantly. I mean hard. I kissed him bck. Tongue and all. I thought I would die. He put his hands on my chest and then up underneath my shirt. I couldn't get my shirt off fast enough. I knew we had to be quiet but I wanted this to happen. I badly wanted it to happen. To be touched my a cute boy. Even if he is younger. Then he put his hand on my crotch. I thought I would explode. "I wanna take off my pants" he whispered. "I gotta hard on" I just nodded. He pulled off his brown chino's. He legs were hairy. He pulled off his shorts. His toso is lean, ruppled with the outline of muscles and he had pit hair. He was in black boxer briefs and I could see his erection. He didn't strip them off even though I really wanted him to. Instead, I pulled my pants off and I was hard too. He smiled, a devilish grin, and cupped me down there, giving me a good squeeze. I lost my breath when he did it. "We have to be quiet" I said "Yeah, I know" He put his hand inside my waistband and his fingers were in my shaved black pubic hair, almost touching my hard dick. Almost but not quite. Right there but not right there. He kissed me again and my body was pressed his. I could feel the leanness of his body, the heat of it pressed against mine. Our crotches touched and his hand slipped down around my cock. I almost jumped out of my skin. "The first time I ever got a blow job, I shot in about 2 seconds" he said. I was about to say something - to lie and say it wasn't my first time - but before I could he had peeled off my underwear and I had stepped out of them. He sank down and put the head of his dick in his mouth and sucked. I almost died. It felt so amazing. It felt so .... there's no word for it. Every part of my body was on fire, I wanted it so bad. He flicked his tongue at the undderside of the head of my dick and I shivered and shook. Then he swallowed me down. I couldn't control it. I wanted to. I wanted it to last and last and last, last foreever but I couldn't control it. I strangled a grunt and I came in his mouth. He swallowed it. He looked up at me and smiled. A big happy grin. "You want to get in bed and cuddle a little. You'll be horny again in no time" We got in under the covers, him and me. Our hodies were tight against each other and I turned the light off. I was soft and he was hard. I touched him and he put his hand on top of mine to keep my hand there. "Can I tell you a secret?" "Yeah" I said "And you won't say anything?" "Of course" He told me about his vision of Adonis. He told me how the god my grandparents worhip is really evil and backwards and wants to hold humanity down, to enslave us with religion and repression. But there is this beautiful boy, sexy boy, he is pure and lighthearted. He stands for joy and for ecstasy and freedom. He stands for pleasure and for lust and beauty. And that queer is good. That he honors his God with every erection, with every ejaculation, with every orgasm. "I like that" I said. I gave him a blow job and I swallowed his load. He gave me another and I lasted a long time. It was the best feeling in all the world, the orgasm so incredibly powerful. I knew his vision was true. I couldn't stop thinking about Skeeter, auburn hair and big grin and his easy charm. I couldn't stop thinking about Jacob either, black haired and big blue eyes against pale skin, shy and a little awkward. I couldn't stop thinking about what Skeeter and I had done. What I wanted to do again. Well, I wanted to do it again immediately, right now, all the time but I couldn't. I thought about wanting to do that same thing with Jacob. I tried to put Jacob out of my mind beacause it wasn't fair to Skeeter. We were talking before school and I mentioned Jacob in passing to him. "Yeah, he's cute. You like him?" Skeeter said. When I didn't respond right away, he laughed. "We don't believe in monogamy, dude. Adonis doesn't. You are going to have meet Buck. I think you would really like him, Can you come stay the weekend?" I don't turn 16 until the end of summer and I couldn't drive. His dad - I thought it was his dad- talked to my grandparentts and they agreed. We rode in his Audi A6. Skeeter introduced him as Big John, which I thought was a little weird. They lived way out in the woods and I mean way out. In the middle of nowhere. The house was like a big cabin and there were some outbuildings and a big garden. Skeeter jumped out of the car and told me to come on and met Buck. He was this kid, well not kid, more man than kid, built thick. Not fat but thick. Brown hair. He was good looking but not beautiful like Skeeter. We shook hands and I eyed him. He is broad shouldered but seemed friendly. "Well, let's get high" Big John had the pot, like actual marijuana and not cartridges, and they had wine and even liquor and it didn't seem to matter to Big John that kids were using. That was cool. He turned on some classic rock and lit up. I wasn't sure but I gathered from before that Skeeter and Buck were boyfriends and I didn't know how Big John figured in but it was clear that partying was not off limits at all. Then Skeeter told me that being naked was not problem. "It's not like we have neighbors" Big John said "Okay" I answered. I must have sounded dubious. Big John laughed. "Skeeter and Buck had to leave home for various reasons and they wound up here. Personally, I like good looking boys and they are good looking boys and we've figured out a way to live happily together. It's helped that Skeeter has convinced us the queer sex is a relgious duty and monogamy is an insult to God. Now, you don't have to do anything. But Skeeter invited you because he figured you were one of us. You want to get high and get drunk, then that's cool.. You want to be sober and get laid, cool. Do both, cool" I kind of rubbed my crotch. "What if I want to get laid now. Then get trashed as shit and get laid again?" "We can help you out with that" Buck said, smiling. They put me on a bed. I was naked. We have all taken a drug and I began to float, to feel otherwordly. I can hear rain falling on the tin roof but I am not entirely sure that it is real. They were naked. Skeeter is uncut and Buck is cut and both of them are fine, Skeeter long and lean, Buck shorter and muscular, some hair on his chest, a little scruff on his face. Big John is a man, powerful, built, hairy and hard. I am hard too, laying there. I reach for my dick but Skeeter moves my hand away. and very gently, very lightly runs his finger up the shaft of it. It is sends powerful electrical signals to my brain. I kiss Buck and I like the feel of his fuzz on my face and then Big John and I feel safe in his arms. A tongue running up my my dick, ever so lightly. I shover. I am going to explode. I am so horny. A mouth on it. A tongue in my mouth, one and then other. Buck goes down and he and Skeeter play wiith it as I reach over and take Big John hot rod in my hand, stroking the steel. I want it in my mouth. He gets up on his knees and I take it in. One of them is sucking me. I am going to explode. I don't want to cum but it feels too good. In that moment, I understand the whole of Skeeter's vision. There is truth and there is beuaty, there is liberation in pleasure. There is love and intimacy and connection and all of that is better than power and control and money and fame. It is the power of sex but it is the power of queer sex. They know how I feel. I know how they feel. I can give and take in the same measure, the same act can both give and take. There is beauty in queer sex. One sucks my dick and the other sucks my balls and licks my taint. I suck Big John. I would do this foreever, for all time. A plateau of near ecstasy, pleasure until is painful. But instead it will be until it is unendurable. Buck comes up and I go from him to Big John and back. I want them both. I want Skeeter. I want Jacob. my unrequited love. I want it all. The drug is hitting me hard. Every moment, every second, every thought, every sight, every feeling is bright relief and it is amazing. Skeeter puts some slick lube on my hard dick. He gets above me and lowers his long sensous body and round butt onto it. I go inside him. And like that I am not an anal virgin any longer. I will never be again and I am happy. He moves and I groan in sheer joy. It is even better than anything else. I like the weight of him on my hips. I like his hard dick flopping on my tight belly as he rises me up and down. There hands, hard and firm hands, rubhing me as Skeeter rides me. I smell of odor of men. I can't last this way. Not for long. Skeeter is riding me, up and down, and the sensation is powerful. It is a whimper that escapes. "Ahhhhhh" Then I must lose consciousness. I am lost in a dark sea of sheer ecstasy, floating along with another body attached, attached and feeling hisown pleasure but not mine too. Then, I feel the ultimate release, a powerful overwhelming sensation of pure peace and joy. We drink afterwards in the glow of sex and drugs and alcohol. In the night, we are outside in the soft rain, in the mud, naked, joyfiul and hard. I have never been happier. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Compassion and empathy to all creatures according to reason. Molchos divides and conquers, promotes sepearaton and tribalism. He called out one special people and left all others aside. That dixision has hurt everyone. The Jews - his Chosen People - have suffered horrendous evils. But is humanity better for tribalism? The other faiths that worship Molchos, Christians and Muslins, have practised an even more vcious form of seperation. How many heretics have Christians burned and behead and put to the sword? How many wars have been fought? The Muslins have beheaded infidels and practicesd all sorts of vicious tortures. The same implulse for seperation has led to nationalism and nationalism has left death and destruction and poverty in it's wake. Then, it's more virulent form, that same impulse leads to racism and homophobia and misogony and white supremacy. And yet, what if almost everyone is simply trying to do the best they can to get through life with as much happiness and as little pain as possible? Almost eveyone is loved by somebody and almost everyone loves somebody. Everyone has done good and eveyone has done bad and we are all growing and we should all cut each other a little bit of slack. The message of Adonis is that hate and judgement and fear and division are wrong. Compassion one for another, even for those different from you, builds a better and happier world than division and hate. We all can profit by getting to kow each other, learn from each other. see the world from each other's eys. That is what I believe.