Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2019 11:44:02 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil Boy's part 2 DEVIL BOYS By Encolpius DISLAIMER: This story is fiction. Adonism is a pagan religion first popularized by Franz Sattler in 1925. It was suppressed by the Nazi's in 1939 and Sattler was executed in 1942. Compliments, complaints, comments to Encolpius1@protonmail.com Please remember to donate to Nifty. There are more great stories all the time and they need your help. TWO SKEETER'S STORY Justin, the professor, is basically standing in the pool between my legs as I sit on the side, sstroking my thighs. He is naked in the pool and hard. I am getting there and my dick is straining agains the fabric of my totally skimpy bathing suit. "I like your tattoes" he says. I have a Pride triangle on one side of Apollo's belt and interlocking male symbols on the other and a small black and red Cricle A on my right pect "Anarchy" "Definitely" I say. "Red arnarchy. The politics and the drug" "Drug?" "You've never had Red Anarchy?" I ask "5-meo-AMT?" "No" I smile. "It's the best psychedelic for having sex. Well other than erosia but I guess that is mostly a legend" "I guess you've tried enough say" "Oh yeah" I nod. "My first lover taught me a lot about mind expanding drugs. I'm definitely an explorer psychedelically" "And I guess erosia - whatever that is - isn't just a legend" "No, it's not" I said -------------------------------------------- I was starving and I tore through the roast he had made. He poured me some wine, which I thought was cool. All 14 year olds want desperately to be older. I found it to be sour and not what I really wanted. I guess Big John saw the look on my face when I took my gulps. He smiled and said that he would get me something I liked more. He came back with a glass of amber liquid and two ice cubes in one hand and a glass of Coke in the other. I was disappointed until I tasted it. 'Jack and Coke for you" he said. "the good stuff for me. But, um, remember that we have some unfinished business to take care of" I was still naked. I grabbed my junk and said "This?" "Yes that" "Okay. that's cool. I think I like not wearing clothes. " '"I think you look wonderful naked" he said I looked at him. He was naked too "I think you do too" I sipped the drink and it was way better, sweet with a bit of a bite. I asked him if I could have as much as I wanted and he laughed and said that I was only about a buck 30 and I'd be drunk fast. I think it would be real fun to be drunk. Drunk and naked. I told him that he couldn't tell me it wouldn't He had a lot of books, novels and history and science and math and philosophy and religion. I asked him if he had read all of them and he said that he had pretty much and I believed him. I talked about school which I didn't like much and he seemed sympathetic. Then I remembered I was on my own. I might not be going back to school, especially if I did go to Orlando. No more football games or school dances or shit. Then again, who am I fooling. Not that I would have had any of that anyway. I was an outcast in Middle School,. living in a trailer and moving every few months, thrift store clothes, my mom a meth addict. If I had been superjock, it wouldn't have mattered. But I was the queer kid. The one that liked to draw. The art fag. Then again, if I stayed here wtih Big John, maybe. It's the same county. I could just show for school like nothing happened. John went and looked in a couple of bookcases before coming up with a paperback and handing it to me. It was The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, which he said was the greatest Amreican novel of all time. And he said we could go into town tomorrow and get some art supplies, which I thought was cool. "So you're rich?" "I gyeess in a manner of speaking, compared to some, yeah" he said "So, like, what do you do?" He paused. "I make drugs" I was alarmed. Meth is dangerous to make and I've been around that too much. Plus, every meth head get high on their own supply. "Meth?" I asked "Oh, fuck no. Meth is for morons" he said. "Uh oh. I'm guessing that you've been around meth before" I nod. "My mom" "Meth is a bad drug and uninteresting to boot. The chemistry is a bit nitpicky but straightforward. I make psychedelic drugs. I am, as far as I know, the world's leading and maybe only procedure of LSD. I also make and experiment with a number of tryptamines and phenethylamines. So, I make molly too. It's a nice living and I pay no taxes on that money. Some friends have helped me hide money. This place is technically a 501 (c) 3 - a tax thing, a non-profit - called Kingdom Farm. I'm the CEO"" I thought about it for a minute. "Sounds like church shit" "Well, it is but not the kind of church you think. Those kind of people would think that we are Satanists" That did get me going. Worried as shit. He is a fucking devil worshipper. I am beginning to really want my clothes. I need to get the fuck out of here. "Like devil worship?" He nods. "Yes and no. Satan is a Christian myth. At least Lucifer the light bringer at least isn't but it's more complicated than that" "Really?" "Yeah" I looked off considering what I should do next. "Skeeter, I don't want to killl you. I want you to fuck me. I think you are a beautiful boy, hot as hell and I want to suck your dick and drink your cum and eat your ass and suck on your balls and kiss you and finger fuck you and feel your dick in my ass and your cum dripping and one day I want to fuck you, when you're ready. And my God says all of that is okay. He says getting drunk is okay. Smoking some pot is okay. It's okay for me and it's okay for you and it's just fucking okay" I nodded. "Okay. I think I like those things" "Good" he said "I hoped so" I looked at him He's grown and hairy and muscular. "You really think I'm sexy?" "Oh fuck yeah" I smiled. I think he is sexy. I've never really had anybody think I was sexy. I'm too skinny. He go to his bedroom.It's a pretty big room and a big bed but I crawl on it and get in the center of it. I am hard again and Big John is too and I'm not nervous anymore. Excited. I think he isn't going to hurt me, not anymore I don't guess, I think he just likes boys and I don't mind. It felt good in the kitchen and I want some more. And the thing is that he knows what he is doing. How to do it. He hovers over me and we kiss. Lots of tongue. I reach up and touch his hard dick. The foreskin slips and I stroke him. My whole body shivers I'm about to have sex - real sex- with a real man. I'm not nervous at all. Just really turned on. We kiss and then he reaches down an sucks on a nipple. That felt weird. Good but weird. I know sraight boys are real turned on by girl's titties but it's strange that a boy's titty would feel good when you tongue it and suck on it. But it does. He kisses me down my belly. I have abs but it's more of a skinny pack than anything else. Then he gets down to my pubes. My dick goes in his mouth. He is stroking on his hard on as he blows me and I really want after it. I am totally excited to be in this bed with him, to have a real actual man touching me, wanting me. I didn't even think about a boy my own age. I am too turned on by what is happening now. His dick is sticking out, swollen and hard and it looks beautiful. Fucking beautiful. I have never been so turned on my life life. Evverything was in bright relief, the walls of the room shimmering, the books a colorful panoply on the shelves. Every nerve ending is alive and fired. I want his dick. I want it bad. I love what he is doing to mine but I want his. I struggled out from under him and push him gently on his shoulder and he falls back on the bed. I dive after his dick. I want it in my mouth. I am hot. I need it. I can only swallow about half of it down and pull off of it, watching my teeth. No teeth, I tell myself. I grasp his thick full balls and tugged there and try to blow his thick hard shaft. "I'm not as good at it as you" I say to him. He rubs me on the head. "You can practice all you want, Skeeter. Just be playful with it. It's okay." So, I do. I lick and suck on the head and nibble at the foreskin like he did with me and even put one of his balls in my mouth and sucked, super gently. He sighed with that and I knew I had done it right.. I went back to the shaft and sucked there. The amazing thing was how much I enjoyed sucking his dick Listening to him moan and shift his weight, knowing that he felt pelasure from what I was doing is a turn on. It just made me want to do it more. I am so horny that I have to reach down and stroke myself, pleasure myself just a little to blow off some sexual steam. I have to. I have to. "If you keep going, I am going to cum" Big John said. "That's okay" I've tasted my own jizz once or twice but I don't mind if he shoots in my mouth. In fact, it's totally cool if he does. "I want you to fuck me" he said "Seriously?" "Yeah" he said. "I like getting fucked. I'm vers and you've never been fucked. I'm too big to just slam it in. I want your first time bottoming to be the best experience in the world. It'll take some working up to. But you've never fucked a guy in the ass either. Three are no virgins in Satan's service, kid. No innocence." There is no way he should know that unless he guessed. I guess he probably did but it is true. And that I get to fuck him is the best thing going. Too fucking cool. He slathers some lube on my dick and starts greasing up his ass. I just watch, in awe. I can't believe this is happening. "You want me to wear a condom?" I ask "No. I want your cream dripping out of me. I'd say 'don't fuck me like I'm a woman' but it's a first time. Stick it in and let instinct take over." he said, taking a pillow and shoving it under his ass and throwing his legs up. "I want to see your face when you cum" I don't know. I thought it would just go in on it's own. Find the hole itself. It didn't. Big John reached down and guided me in. I pushed my dick in, past his tight sphincter, into the soft bed of tissue beyond. Fuck. I mean, fuck. Fuck. This is great. This is awesome. I'm fucking a man in the ass and, goddamn, my dick is hard and his ass is tight and it feels fucking amazing. This is the greatest fucking thing ever. Fucking is 10 times better than a blow job and a blow job is 100 times better than jacking off and jacking off is a million times better than a wet dreaam. Any dumb ass mother fucker that says you ought to wait to fuck is one fucking dumb ass mother fucker. They ought to fuck more. He groaned and stroked his hard dick as I showved it in. He was right: instinct kicked in. I just started fucking him, moving back and forth. Short stabbing strokies. It felt so good I did it as hard and fast as I could. He grunted with each stroke I made stabbing his ass. :"You fuck me, Skeeter, fuck me hard" he cried out. I couldn't not do that. I had too. I lost control. I never had control. My dick controlled me. I pounded him, whimpering. "Oh fuck!: he called out "Oh fuck" I cried. It was too late. I threw my head back and a cry of near pain escaped. "Uuuuuhhhh" I unloaded in his ass. Spent and sad that it hadn't taken long, I pulled out. Big John whacked his dick furiously. Grunting. I watched him do it. His face tightened up and his balls retracted. "Get down here and eat my cum" he demanded. I planted my mouth on his cock just as he unloaded, filling my mouth his sticky hot juice "Hail Satan!: Big John said I smiled. "Fuck yeah. Hail Satan" ----------------------------------------------- There was no Adam and Eve. Not really. That's not how the human race came to be. It's just a myth written by a bunch of men in the late Bronze Age and while they did truly believe it, it is just a story. But consider the story they tell. Yahweh creates a companion for himself but but he wants Adam innocent and limited. His view of a proper companion is one that doesn't question or grow or learn or challenge him in any way. He wanted a perpetual toddler. Or a dog, loyal and enthusiastic and entirely bonded. But he left Adam with a sexuality. He left Adam with a need that couldn' t be filled. It was cruel, of course. But Adam did not need a companion but an intimate partner. The very thing Yahweh makes light of and dismisses because he himself dismisses sex as dirty and disgusting and degraded. Necessary for reproduction but animals only need to fuck to make babies. Then one day, the evil one, the Lord of Light, helps man and woman into the growth and knowledge that should mark all life, all sentient life. He helps them see the way. The Knowledge of Good and Evil, a distinction Yahweh fears. And Yahweh punishes them for it. He would rather they be ignorant and dependent than stand on their own two legs. Yahweh is the god of ignorance, of backwardness, of repression Their own story says so. And that part rings true. This is what I believe