Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2019 23:25:51 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil Boys 16 DEVIL BOYS By Encolpius DISLAIMER: This story is fiction. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Compliments, complaints, comments to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Remember to donate to Nifty. I have more stories to tell. SIXTEEN Bo's Story Sparky goes around handing out raffle tickets. His co-hose is called Toro because he is a beautiful clean shaven Cubano boy - big enough to not be a pocket gay but not big - but wth one bad big boy tool down there. It's a beautiful uncut piece. . He's going around giving out tickets and giving men kisses. The excitement around the pool is building. Adam, Little Bit's half brother and lover, comes over and joins us, wedged in the corner. There are men coming uver to where we are to talk, all hoping for the best. All the Devil Boys arround have a lot of attention. Mostly men come up and tell us how much they enjoy the porn we've done or some other comment, trying to make a personal connection. I get told that they have come by our store --The Man's Shop - and bought a print or a dildo or whatever. A little bit after the raffle tickets are handled out, Sparky and Toro come around to hand out more samples. A man tells Sparky that he wants two because the last one didn't do anything. He might be immune, he said. Sparky told him that it was one per person. "This one is the one" I tell Justin He comes around to where we are and stops onto the first step into the water. "Two for Devil Boys but only one for their new friend." They came to visit on a Wednesday night. The Baptist church has Wednesday night prayer meeting and my grandparents go everytime the doors open. They are faithful. This Wednesday night, the youth pastor and Jacob went visiting instead. They came to the trailer where I lived with my grandparents because I was an obvious target to go after. They are faithful and I am not. I go on Sunday morning as often as I have to but no more. I don't believe their bullshit anyway. The rumors of my being gay haven't helped. My grandparens want God to cure me. I answer the door of the trailer and it is still light outside in the summer time. I am shirtless in a pair of running shorts. No underwear. Jacob is in front. He goes to school with me, both of us in the 10th grade. He's kind of cute, short black hair and not super tall but lean. He has acne but not terrible. A few pimples scattered about. I'm hot for him. Behind him is Brother Tracy, the youth minister and music minister of Redland Baptist. He's not bad looking either, short cropped hair and a goatee. I remember that his wife is pregnant. I let them in. I don't really have a choice. My grandparents would be pissed if I didn't. Basically, I'm hanging out until I turn 18 and can leave. Until then, I'm just trying to keep the drama down. I sink down in a chair on one side of the room after offering them some iced tea. They sit on the couch opposite me. Jacob asks me about some school shit, just talking and no big deal. Brother Tracy is impatent. He starts talking about church. I'd get after Jacob. He's not great loking -- I think he will be hot as fuck one day -- but he is definitely somebody I would go after. He is in khaki shorts and when he sits I can see his bulge, definitely big, and I can see the hair on his legs. Yeah, I'd do him. And I definitely think he is gay. He may not know it yet or be willing to accept it but I think he is. He is trying to act non-chalent as Brother Tracy talks but he is catching glimpses of me. :"Are you born again?" Brother Tracy asks. "Have you all ready been washed in the blood of the lamb" That's their gig. They have their own metaphors and shit that they think the whole world understands. Born again is a big deal to them. You've accepted Jesus into your heart, repented of your sins, turned away from your evil ways and got dunked in the big tub of water behind the choir loft. After that, you get to be a self-righteous asshole from now on. "No" I answer. It's called the Roman Road. It is witnessing technique, a bunch of verses in the book of Romans. It starts with Romans 3:23 "Foe all have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God" and goes from one verse to another, with Brother Tracy giving commentary the whole time. He lets Jacob turn to the next verse and read it before he talks. But Brother Tracy is looking at my crotch, sneaking looks at least, as Jacob is talking. Okay, so I didn't get saved that night. I am more convinced that Javob is queer like me and I definitely think Brother Tracy is at least bi if not gay. As he leaves, Brother Tracy gives me a tract explaining salvation and his card is inside it. I call him the next day and ask if he can come over so we can talk. I didn't say that it was about my salvation. I didn't lie. He made assumptions. But he came over The grandparents were out. I met him at the door, still dressed like I had been the night before in a pair of thin nylon shorts and no shirt. "I'm gay" I said to him. "And I thought you were hot" He looked scared. "I'm married" he said. Well, that's a strange thing to say. If you're straight, you anounce that. "I'm only 15. I'm too young to marry anyway. But I'm old enough to make out." "I'm married" he repeated I put a hand in my shorts, tugging on my junk. "But you're interested." "Bo" he said, "I didn't come here to sreduce you but to talk to you about Jesus, about our soul. Maybe we ought to just do that" I pull the front of my shorts down, underneath my balls, my junk hanging out. This is not subtle and right now if he wanted, he could ruin me. But he won't. "When I'm with older guys, I like to bottom." "Pull it up" Brother Tracy said, almost pleading. "Ok" i said, pulling my shorts over my dick. He asked me to but he also stared at it the whole time. I stretch out, my arms behind my head, and he can see my pit hair. I stop toward him and get right next to him. I plant my hand on his crotch. "I think Jacob is hot" He's breathing heavily. "He is. You are too" he said, tentatively putting a hand on my cotch. He snatched it back. I reached for it and took his wrist, pulling his hand back to my crotch. I'm looking at him in the eye as I do it and he is scared. He's scared but he ain't moving fo rthe door to leave eihter. And I know why: he's hard. I plant his hand on my crotch and I feel myself stiffening. Then I lean in and kiss him. Real quick but open mouth and tongue and all. He kisses back. "I have a bed room" I say. "We're good for an hour at least, probably an hour and a half.": "Nobody can know." he said. "It would ruin me" "No shit. But I won't say a word" My room is a bit messy. Clothes and shit around. Teen boy's room. He follows me in, though. I knew he would. I pull off my shorts and I have no underwear on. I'm more than semi-hard, the blood is definitely flowing down theere. I'm in front of him and he gets a clear view of my ass and I have the kind of ass you think I have. Then I turn around and let him see the front. "Your turn" I say He looks at me like he doesn't know what I mean. Then he gets it. He undoes his shirt, a button down short sleeve, no undershirt. He has a hairy chest. He isn't fat but he isn't fit either. A little bit of a belly.. I'm only fucking him becuase I'm evil, not because I'm super attracted to him. Jacob I would fuck ten times a day. I get on my unmade bad and fling the comforter aside, laying there, my legs apart. I spit in my hand and rub my dick fully hard. Brother Tracy just stands there watching me do it, not saying anything. "You wanna suck my dick?" I ask him. He does and there isn't a lot of other option. I'm naked and he is not. But he is hard though. He wants to. I'm on a bed, naked, hard, jacking off while the Youth Pastor watches. Either he does or doesn't. He is wide eyed, frozen in place, I'm sure his heart pounding. I crook a finger at him, encouraging him to come my way. After a long second, he does. He gets on the bed and settles in between my legs. He reaches up and puts a hand on my dick. He strokes it, gently, hesitantly. He ought to know that friction is what matters. But I let him get used to it. He strokes me, still staring at my dick, saying nothing. "Suck it" I tell him. He hesitates and sucks in a long lung full of air before putting it in his mouth. He is careful about the teeth so that's good but he goes all the way down, or tries to before coming off gagging. A queer with a gag reflex? Oh well, I think it's his first time. But, give Bro. Tracy credit, my dick went right back in. This time he stopped half way. But he strokes me as he goes up and down on it. I feel it. It does feel good even if he isn't that great at it, least not yet. "Hey" I whisper to him. "Take off your clothes" Bro Tracy looks up, suddnely scared. I try to look confident. It's not like I have a lot of experience but I've had more with guys than he has. But I am naked and he needs to be too. That's how sex works. He thinks about it for a minute and then stands up. It's kind of funny watching him undress. He is careful about how he folds his clothes. He's hairy enough. A man,. A gut but not bad. In a few years, he'll be one of those middle age chubby guys. Then, he took off his pants, again carefully folding them, but I could see a definite erection underneath his boxers. He paused before committing to being totally naked. But once he did, he yanked them down. I sit on the edge of the bed and let him get in front of me. He's hard and it's sticking out in front of me, pointing toward me. I open up and swallow it down. He has the musky odor of a man that I like but he is all hairy and untrimmed down there, even his balls aren't shaved. He definitely needs to laarn some manscaping. Anyway, I suck him, all the way to the root. He pushes it down my throat and I don't gag. It ain't lke he is that hung. But I use my tongue. I think about waht I like done and do that. I grab his balls and tug on them as I suck him, my mouth going back and forth on his shaft. "oooh" he moans. "That feels so good. Ooooh man" I bet the bitch never blows him. She probably just lays there thinkng about Jesus. Fuck. Sex is too much fucking fun. I work his dick too. Tongue and hand and lips and, man, I give him as good a blowjob as I can. He is grunting a lot. Monaing and shit. I am stroking my own hard dick as I blow him because I am definitely queer and I get off sucking guys dick. He starts face fucking me. Urgent. Really ramming it in. I gag a little but it doesn't stop him. His nuts are all tucked up tight. He's close, I know. I want him to slow down and enjoy it, make it last but he can't or won't. So, he face fucks me. "Ohh God" he says, almost in pain. "God almighty" He rams it down my thoat one last time. His dick twitches and he unloads My mouth fills with is thick, warm and bitter load. He is dressing when he tells me this didn't happen. I laugh. It did. Then he tells me I can't ever tell anyone about it. "I'm not" I said "Lauren's pregnant. It'll ruin her life" he said "I'm not going to say anything" I said even though I thought bringing his pregnant wife into it was kind of cold. My grandparents made me go to church sometimes and I had always been kind of pissy about it. But I went that Sunday and even went to Sunday School. And the next Sunday. I joined in with the Youth Group. But Brother Tracy never came back to witness to me at home. In fact. he made a show of ignoring me as much as possible. But then, I would catch him looking when I thought I wasn't lookng. I knew he wanted round 2. It didn't matter to me. He could be a fucking dick if he wanted. He could jack off remembering what we did if he wanted. I was busy trying to make inroads with Jacob. I want to see that black hair bobbing back and forth on my dick. Because my grandparents insist, I go to their stupid Bible studies. Brother Tracy is doing Revelations, about the end times and eveything. They are all trying to make sense of all the symbolism and I just think he was tripping on some fine stuff. That is some fucked up shit. All the other kids, the little fucking sheep. are eating it up but I can see Jacob looks skepitcal I kind of cut my eyes his way and shrug. He smiles He knows it's all shit. Afterwards, Brother Tracy offers to take me home. I'm on the way for him and it'll save my grandparents from coming. I agree mostly because I know he has other reasons in mind. I'm in his truck with him, headed home. "How's it going with the wife?" He turns to look at me. "She's nine months pregnant" "So you're not getting any, huh?" "This is not a good conversation" I laugh. "Yeah, you're taking me home cause you're such a good guy. Not because you want me to suck your dick" "A man has needs" he says, staring ahead and not looking at me. "And some men have needs a wife can't meet anyway" I undo the button on my pants and pull open the fly. "If you want to suck it, you can" The thing is that he definitely did want to suck it. He sure as fuck did. He pulled off into a drive in to a farm, out in the middle of nowhere and cut the engine. He soots and then falls over into my lap and takes my dick in his mouth. Well, fuck yaah. Who's turning down a blow job? Saves me the trouble of having to jack off later anyway. I just let him go to twon on it. He's been dreaming about this, wanting this. And now he is. I lean back and he bobs up and down on it. "You gonna eat my hot load when I cum:?" He doesn't respond. He keeps sucking me off. "or you going to want me to fuck you?" He comes off of my dick. He looks at me and nods. "Yeah": he says. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I didn't think that. I thoought he was queer enough to blow me but not enough for that. He really is a fag. Not that I'm complaining. I am too. He pulls the truck up and we are inside of the tree line. The lights off, we are hidden. In the truck is not practical and Brother Tracy doesn't want it. He reaches indiide the center console and gets out a bottle of Astroglode, the kind you can get at Publix and gets out of hte car. I fuck him drapped over the hood of his own Ranger, hix legs apart, hampered only by his pants at his ankles. I pull my shorts off and toss them on the hood. I want freedom of movement. I haven't fucked many asses. and I want to enjoy this. He's not hot but, God fucking damn, dropping a load in this fucking hypocrite's ass is going to be sweet. I'm going to fuck him like he needs to be fucked. I push my slcik dick into his ass. He groans when I get it in. He is tight. Way tighter than Skeeter. It's almost hard to fuck him. But he doesn't loss his hard on. That's something. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the night air. We are off the road and there is no traffic way out here. There are mosquito's and gnats and it's not as good as doing it indoors. but I am pounding the ass of a youth minitster bent over the hood of a little shitty trcuk. I grunt as I poke it in. "Make me your bitch" he says "Fuck me like I waas the hottest girl in school" "I don't fuck pussy" I say back 'Fuck me like you would Jacob" That got me going. How he knew about my crush I don't know. But I might fuck Jaxob long and tender but thinking about fucking Jacob turned me on so that I pouded him hard. Skin on skin and I just fucked him. I held his hups and rammed it in. In and out, on an dout. He bucked hack. He wanted it harder. I gave it to him harder. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" he called out. So cum I thought. I won't show you mercy. Hw whimpered and then I felt his whole body shake. He coated the grill with his spunk. But then I couldn't hold it. I whipped it out and cranked out my load. "You could have cum inside me" he said. "I didn't know" "Jacob does" he said 'What" "You heard me" "Shit" I said. Compassion and empathy to all creatures according to reason. Does Adonis require you to be vegan? No. After all, science tells us that plants have defense mechanism and can sense out toucing and manipulating them. We do have to eat something to live. But animals do not have to be treated as industrial products instead of living creatures, penned together in feed lots and never in the sun, force fed and medicated, genertically altered. We eat too much meat as it is and that is why we rely on industrial death to feed us. Cruelty to animals adominable. To beat a dog, to train a dog to be vicious is cruel. Cruelty is a specialty of Mochos, not Adonis. To believe that human life is so superior that are ordain to dominate all other life and use it solely for our own uses and pleasure is an affront to the idea of life. That is what I believe.