Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2019 00:12:59 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil Boys part 17 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. SEVENTEEN Bo's Story The first winner of the raffle is a guy from Atlanta, He's naked when he got there to collect his prize, Sparky makes some ribald comments and then gets to his knees and took it in the mouth for a couple of seconds as the crowd roars and laughs and claps. It's the kind of thing you couldn't get away with in a mixed company. Somebody would get offended. Just men, and the kind of men that would be here and especially Adonists, it is just fun. Davey, one of ours, wins the second prize, a bottle of wine. He's not a wine drinker. He's more vodka and cranberry just because of the calories. He works hard to keep a lean and cut body. Think Tom Daly and you have Davey. His abs are imporessive. He is in a very tight little speedo. "Anybody want to see what he's packing?" Sparky says out to the crowd. They do. The crowd roarss. Davey, interestingly, has never done porn. None of those three -- Georgie, Ben or Davey - have, even though Ben is gorgeous. So the guys here, unless they have been here with us before and some have since there is abuzz going about to confurm that he is a Devil Boy, you wouldn't know his status. The tattooes are converd. But Davey isn't having it. He playfully ducks away from Spaky as he tries to grab at his swimtrunk. As the crowd groans and jeers, he stands on the side of the pool at the cafe end and turns to the audence in the pool and pulls his trunks down over his perfect half globe ass. They cheer at skin and then he leans over and pulls his ass cheeks apart. The crowd around erupts. "Take it off" Sparky says Davey turns around and pulls his trunks down, liberating his fat semi hard cock. The tattoeoes marking him out as a Devil Boy are visible as is black bush. He shakes his hips to shake his cock around. The crowd cheers. The grand prize winner is a civillian and he can't compete with Davey. 'Now the fun starts:" I say to Justin. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brother Tracy and Jacob came out the next Wednesday and I witnessed to them. I told them about Adonis. About how some people call that idea -- the idea of freedom, of pleasure, of chaos, of exuberant life - Satan or the Devil or Lucifer. It's all the same. It's just that the foundational myth is different. I didn't put in those terms but Brother Tracy understood it that way even if Jacob kind of didn't. Plus Skeeter really believes that Adonis is real. An actual existing God. I don't know if Buck does too. He might be like me and figure that it doesn't have to factual to be true. Anyway, they were both interested in different ways for different reasons. Brother Tracy because there are other teenage boys for him to mack on. Jacob because he's just been told that everything he is feeling and thinking is cool and there are people for him. The problem is that they both have to hide. Brother Tracy is married and is a Christian minister, which is a weird thing. Jacob depends on his parents and they go to church. Being gay is not allowed. Being a pagan is not allowed. The people at Brother Tracy's church are not nice people. They are vindicative and self-righteous and mean-spirited. As we talked it was obvious that Jacob was uncomfortable, I guess embarassed and maybe a bit shy too, but he got more comfortable when we talked. "So there are other people like this? That believe in .... Adonis?" Jacob asked "Yeah. There's one at my school" I said. Jacob goes to Christian school. "His name is Skeeter. He's really cute" They wanted to me to go with them to a beach trip to St Augustine not long after school was out. I guess I am a member of the church's youth group. My grandarents make me go. I thought it would be cool to invite a friend and I had Skeeter in mind. When I told him why, he said that Buck should be the one. I was a little disappointed because Skeeter is cute and sexy and has this easy charm that pwople respond to and Buch is more serious and, I guess, kind of intimidating. He's built like a football player, big and tough, and he carries himself that way but he is really smart. Still, if we were able to get down, nobody would kick him out of bed. The other four boys were happy that me, Buck and Jacob had to stay with Brother Tracy. Nobody wants to stay with the chaperone. We got there and it was still light and after supper everybody wanted to go to the beach. We went to our motel rooms to change. Buck, of course, wasn't shy. He just stripped off and so did I. I could tell that both Brother Tracy and Jacob were drooling. Buck's bathing suit wasn't a Speedo or anything but it wasn't board shorts either. He rocked them though. Just a plan old suit on a hot body. Jacob wore board shorts and a compression shirt and Brother Tracy is easily the least sexy person there. The cool thing about Jacob, even though he is embarassed by his acne even though it's not that bad, is that when he got wet, that suit and shirt really clinged to him. You could see the outline of everything he had. And I really wanted to get it off of him. After night fell and a small bonfire on the beach, ti was time to go back to our rooms. We were inside and the door locked. As long as we weren't too loud or anybody caught us, we were fine. "Time to get out of these, huh?" Buck said, pulling off his suit. He had a bit of hair on his horso but full black pubes and big balls and nice sized dick "We're all gay here, right?" Jacob muttered yes and looked down. Brother Tracy said he was bi because he had a baby now. Buck, naked, went over to Jacob and liffted up his chin and kissed him. "Gay is best. Gay is pure. Sex for intimacy and for pleasure is the way of Adonis. Molchos limits it to procreation but it can be so much more" Buck said He pulled down Jacob's swimsuit. Black pubes not all the way filled in. He has a pretty dick and he waas all ready hard. It flopprf up against him, sticking nearly straight up. I stripped off in a hurry and Brother Tracy got naked too a little slower. By then Buck had pushed Jacob on the bed and was climbing up to get between his legs to blow him when he looked around at me. "Oh yeah. He's your crush" Buck said, sliding off the end of the bed. Presacher man can blow me. Drink his cum. Swallow it all. Be a queer" I wanted that dick and I wanted it bad. I didn't care what Buck or Brother Tracy did as long as I got that sweet stick in my mouth. I got there in a flash before Jacob could even really react and got down, buring my face in his taint. I locked his balls but I wasn't going to tease him or play with him. I was too scared he would freak out and back away. I went for it instead. I took his dick in my mouth as far as I could without gagging. "Oh, yeah, Bo" Jacob said, with a little grunt. "Oh, I've dreamed about you doing that to me" That made my heart lift but Buck said "You both have been pulling it dreaming about the other and never got together. That's some fuxked up shit. Molchos is an evil fucking bastard. Isn't this better?" "Oh yeah" Jacob said in a pant. I knew it was better to do than to dream about it too He was all tense and tight and I thought he was about to blow so I tried to come off of him. Buch reached over and held my head down and, sure enough, Jacob drove himself into my mouth and with a soft goran filled my mouth his spunk. I took it in my mouth but Buck told me not to swallow. He backed off from where Brother Tracy was sucking him and kissed me hard and we traded Jacob's jizz between us. Buck had some rum in his backpack and we had some cokes and we sat around naked and sipped on rum and cokes, three underage boys and a preacher. All naked. It didn't take very long and we were kissing and touching again. I wanted Jacob's dick again still so bad that I couldn't help myself. Buck got on one side so that Jacob could suck him. Brother Tracy moved over to the other side and they kissed as Jacob went from one to another. But then, after a while, Jacob said that he wanted to suck me. You can imagine. I moved up spread eagle at the top of the bed and Jacob got between my legs and began to blow me, laying prone, his perfect firm little ass skicking up. Buck got down there and starting eating his ass. "That's wild. That's nasty" Brother Tracy said. I thought is was dirty too but Jacob seemed to like it. He wasn't nearly as good at sucking dick as Buck or Skeeter but he was definitely enthusiastic and when Buck slipped a finger in his ass, Jacob gasped. Buck asked him if he liked that and Jacob answered by diving on my dick in horny freanzy of sucking and licking. Buck held himself over Jacob on his hands like he was doing a push up. He lowered himself and whispered in his ear "Do you want Bo to fuck you?" Jacob turned toward and nodded, almost imperceptibly. He did. It was the greatest moment in my life. My soul soared. He wanted me and he wanted me to take his cherry. It made me hard as a rock. Buck got him in position, doggy and his legs wide apart. I put lube on it and looked over and saw Brother Tracy stroking himslef looking jealous. His two lovers, after all, have discovered each other. I got behind him and began to ease it in him There was a cry of pain and Buck told him to relax and it would get better but I had pulld out. I didn't want to hurt him. I wanted him to feel as good as I would. I want him to enjoy it. I would never hurt him. I told Jacob that we didn't have to but he said to go ahead. On the second try, I got it in. "Slow" he said. I went slow. It felt good but my brain was telling me harder and I had to fight it. I wanted to go at the speed he wanted. He reached down to touch himself as I fucked him. "Harder" he said, in a faraway voice as he rubbed his dick I fucked him harder. Not pounding but harder and it felt great. Beyond great. Buck got in front of him, spread eagle and his cock sticking up so that Jacob could suck him off as I fucked his ass. He dived after Buck's dick He wanted it. That turned me on. I started fucking him even harder, the thrill of my bare cock against his ass, the sensation of it driving me wild. He was wild off too, flailing on his stiff dick, sucking on Buck's as hard as he could. He wanted it all and I wanted to give it to him. I slid back and forth in him. I was feeling it bad. The blood was up, the honiness growing. I was full of testosterone and I wanted to dominte that ass, dominate him and he wanted it too. He pshed back against my cock as he sucked Buck, trying to get me in there deeper. I pounded him. "Oh God!" he called out, cooming off of the beautiful cock in front of him and flailing on his. "I'm cumming!" That set me off and I pounded into his ass. It was too late. It was too much, I pulled out and cranked it, dripping a load on his ass., like a porn star. I was spent. Jacob looked at me. "You could have cum inside me" "I didn't want ..." "Next time cum inside me" he said I never felt happier. Buck bent Brother Tracy over and fucked him rough and hard and Borther Tracy liked it. We had a bit more rum and went to sleep, me and Jacob in each other's arms. Both of us saying thank you to the great God Adonis. We hid it from everybody that night. People might have heard that I was gay or suspected that Jacob was and Brother Tracy isn't really very masculine but nobody knew what had happened. But Jacob tasted the forbidden fruit -- sex with hot young guys - and he liked it. He wanted it. He came over and we snuck around and it was great. As long as nobody knew. They found out. Not my grandparents. Jacob's parents. He tapped on my window after dark late July. There was a thunderstorm and at first I wasn't sure that it wasn't the storm but I opened the window to check. Jacob, wet from the rain, silhouetted by the lightning in the distance was there. He shimmied into through the window. Immediately I could tell he had been crying. Almost without taking a breath, he told the story, short as it was. He got caught looking at things online. Caught with the goods. Loud argument. Threats. A belt, a fist. He ran off in the night and came here, almost 4 miles away. He had run in the night and the rain here to me, not even winded, just crying and seemed defeated. "Do you want to go back?" I asked him "Nooo" he said, almost pleading with me. I didn't know if he could or couldn't. "I know what we need to do" I took the keys from my grandfathers old truck and packed some things to take with me. I knew it was permanent.. But we took off in the night and left. We left for Big John's. It was the only place I could think of that we could go. Of course, it was a ways and down dirt roads at night after a rain to a place I'd only been a couple of times but I found it. We pulled in and the lights shined into the house. We got out and were headed toward it when Big John stepped out with an AR 15 in the ready position. "Don't shoot!" I called out. "Bo?" Skeeter asked, standing behind Big John. "You should have called" It was stupid. I should have. I could have gotten us killed. "I didn't think of it" Big John put the gun down "Come inside" We told him the story, sitting in the front room. Buck and Skeetter were there, Buck naked and Skeeter in shorts and Big John in pants. We told them the story. Big John stared at Jacob. "How bad did they beat you?" he asked. Jacob just stared down and didn't say anything.. Big John told him to stand up and pull of his shirt. When he did I could see the criss crossed marks across his back, some of then oozing blood, and the bruises forming on his side. I almost cried for him. "OK. You are welcome here as long as you want to stay. Bo, you ought to stay too. It's not like you're happy living with your grandparents and you are the first person they are going to come to asking about Jacob. As it is, you both just run off. We'll pull the truck into the shed and you'll be safe here. Nobody knows nothing. They might talk to Skeeter but he won't give you up" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The struggle for justice is never ending. A law professor said that people only have the rights that they can convince the majority that they should have. That is not the message of Adonis. Human dignity and human rights are not things to be doled out by the majority at a whim. They are possessed by the clear dictates of sentient life. That construction absolves the majority of having any responsibilty for doing right and being just. It puts the burden on the marginalized, the abused. That a black man must drink at a sepearate water fountain is because he and his brothers have not advocated successfully for their rights? No, it is not the failure of blacks that seperate but equal was the fiction enshrined in law for 60 years. It the evil of those in power that is at fautt. That blacks were lynched was not the fault of the victim but of the murderers. If a gay person is fired simply for being gay, it isn't because the Stonewall Riots weren't successful enough. The victims at the Pulse nightclub weren't to blame. Their murderer was. Blaze Bernstein and Mathew Shepard did not die because of a lack of successful advoccy. They were murdered. Injustice is a tool used by the rich and the powerful to keep their riches and power That is what I believe