Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2019 23:55:53 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil Boys Part 3 DEVIL BOYS By Encolpius DISLAIMER: This story is fiction. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Neither the place nor the person is real. Compliments, complaints, comments to Encolpius@protonmail.com THREE SKEETER'S STORY I ease into the water. My swim suit is very sheer and when wet it is see through. I slid into the warm water right at the end of the pool with the palm trees on either side of the steps down. Justin, my new professor friend, who is almost an albino he is so blond and fair, is front of me, very close. He is pulling on his uncut cock. "You've never gotten high?" I ask, jokingly. "Well, yeah, I mean pot,. You know. A few other things" I smile. "Good" "You offering?" "To corrupt you? Sure" I say. "But can I corrupt you after we fuck?" "Is that what we are going to do?" "Yeah" I say. I reach over and grab his unit, cupping dick and balls in my hand. He puts his hand on my bulge. "I like uncut dick the best. I'll suck it and then you'll fuck me or I'll fuck you and then you can teach me Latin" "In one night?" "Between the fucking at least" He is hard in my hand and I am getting stiff in my bathing suit. "Are you like Morticia Adams, you get wild if someone speaks Latin?" "That was French" "It's a Romance language" I smile. "This isn't romance" ------------------------------ I'm high. I'm naked. I'm hard. The air being moved by the ceiling fan is swirling all around me, like cool water flowing. There is soft light in the room but the burst of color from the books on the shelf are vivid. I should feel mellow and peaceful but I don't. My mouth is like cotton and my crotch is on fire. Big John is slowly stroking me, leisurely moving up and down my shaft with one hand and has a finger in my ass with the other. He rubs a button in there and it sends amazing shivers of pure pleasure coursing through my body. I am alive with lust. I'm high. I'm naked. I'm hard. "You've never had a hand job like this" Big John says "No" I admit. But I will be fingering my ass in the future. "And you like it" "I love it" "How times a day can you cum?" I shake my head. "I don't know" "Maybe we should find out. You're young. You'll make more" It feels incredible. He just gently rubs the head of it, twists on the foreskin and slowly, gently, almost teasingly moves up and down the shaft. I rub my hands through my hair, moaning. I am breathing harder. He backs off and lets me cool down. But then as soon as I do, he strokes me a little harder. He puts a second finger in my ass. "Uhhh" I moan I am more full and it feels even better. My ass hole is sensitive as he spreads it apart with his fingers. I reach down and squeeze my balls. I have to. Big John lets me and keeps on pleauring my cock. I whimper a bit. It is beyond great. "uhhh, uhhh, uhhh" I close my eyes tight and concentrate on the pleasure he is giving me. I am so close but every time I get right there, he backs off. I am hovering betwen orgasm and not, edged. We've been doing this a while. "Do you want to fuck me?" I ask "Yeah, Skeeter. Just not yet. When you're ready" "I'm ready" "You're greedy. Greedy is good. You know what you want but I know what you can take" "Ooohhh. I want you inside me" "Patience, Skeeter" And then I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my dick away from him and I flailed on it. I jerked it hard. It was too late for anything else. My whole body was tense. I stroked my dick hard and he started finger fucking me hard and if I didn't shoot soon -- if I didn't shoot right then - I would fucking die. I couldn't breath. I couldn't think. I just flailed on my hard cock while he finger banged my hole. Oh fuck! Why won't I cum? Every muscle in my body is tense. I've stopped breathing. Please. Let me cum. I spew everywhere. There are ropes of cum like a fire hose, I hit my face, my shoulder and coat my chest and belly. Big John takes his fingers out of my ass hovers over me, licking up my juice. "I can do it to you" I say as the orgasm ebbs away, everything at peace now. "In due time:" I stay in his bed, cross legged, drawing. I'm still way high. A Baphomet. When I was done, I held it up for Big John to look at. He stared up from his book. "You draw well" he said. "What do you know about that?" "It's Satan, right?" I said. He crooked his head and stared at me. "Not like Satan Satan but ... It's like it's male and female, good and evil both, light and dark" "The equilibrium of opposites" "Yeah, I guess" He took the picture from me and looked at it closely. "You have 'solve' on one arm and 'coagula' on the other. Do you know what they mean?" "No" I said. I had just always seen them on pictures my Mom and her boyfriend had. He actually had them tattoed on his arm "But you've been around" Big John said. "So 'solve' is loose, like dissolve, and 'coagula" is like a blood clot, like coagulate. It means that something has to be broken down before it can be built up For instance, the body has to dissolve so that the spirit can be built up. It's a common belief but it is not true. For instance, I haven't broken you down to build you up" "You're helping me learn" I said, moving over to cuddle up next to him. "And you are incredible to teach" My learning wasn't limited to sex. He gave me art books and he walked me through the different eras -- like Impressionism and Cubism and stuff -- and the artists. Unlike school, it was something I was actually interested in. We did do some regular school stuff too but not too much. I helped him do farm work and around the house. I even helped him in his lab. He made this powder and I spooned it into these capsules that were pink on one end and black on the other. He called it pink anarchy. "It's a drug called 2 CB. It is sort of between LSD and MDMA, ecstasy." "Can I take some?" Big John shrugged. "Do you think you need my permission?" I thought it was a stupid question. I'm a kid. He's an adult. "Well, I guess. They are your drugs" "Fair enough. Yeah. But, Skeeter, I'm your lover and your teacher, not your dad. The quetion is whether you trust me to guide you?" "Of course" I said. I was learning that I like wine if its a little sweet and I like beer if it isn't too bitter. I liked the pot he had. It was trippy. And I did trust him to guide me along. Know that he was helping me figure what I liked and wanted. Especially about sex. He gave me a small dildo. It was like a perfect penis just smaller. Bigger than a little kids but smaller than mine. It was like 4 inches long and 3 around. I've measured myself - is that weird to do? - and I'm 6 inches long and 5 around. Big John says that's pretty thick and he likes it when I fuck him. I like fucking him too. But I like that dildo in my butt too. I wouldn't let him fuck me with that dildo. I use it when I jack off and Big John likes to watch me when I do that, which is totally cool. But when we do things together, I make him finger fuck me still. Or I fuck him. A little kid fucking a grown man Well, not too little. Not little at all. Fuck you. I got what you got. But I want his dick. I want it in my ass. I am hungry for it. He gives me another dildo, a bigger one. 5 inches long and 4 around. I grease myself up and I ease it in. And it really fills me up. I mean it's uncomfortable. I take it out. Big John doesn't say anything. He doesn't even laugh. I ease it back in again. All the way in. It's still uncomfortable. Suddenly, I need to piss. Or shit or somthing. Something in the bathroom. I pull it out again. 'I gotta pee" I say, jumping up. "Okay" Big John says and waits for me to come back. When I settle back in on the bed, he says "Just relax. Get your legs wide apart and put it in" I do. In the doggy position, my knees spread as far apart as I can get them and I reach back and push it in. Slowly. It is uncomfortable. it;s just a weird feeling. Not bad but full. But I take it. I move it back and forth. It feels good. "Fuck me" I say to Big John, rolling over on my back. He was hard, stroking himself watching me. "Okay, Skeeter. If that's what you want. It hurt. Fuck, it hurt. As soon as he entered my ass, I wanted him out. It was a hot searing pain, ripping my asshole open. I closed my eyes tight and put my head down and endured it. I had wanted to know and now I did. It was painful. Why he let me do it to him, I don't know. God it was awful. But I took it. " Eeehhh" I moaned "Hurts?" Big John asked "It's okay" I said "We can stop" "No" He was motionless for a long minute or two, letting me get used to the fulllness. To the weird sensation. It was still uncomfortable. But then I needed him to move. "Fuck me" I said Slowly, he did. pulling out nearly all the way and then slowly, almost too slow, back in. I moaned again but it sounded less like pain to him and to me. It felt less like pain. Yeah, less like pain. Then a little faster and my ass felt alive. Then a little faster and it definitely felt different. Still full. Still uncomfortable. But not just uncomfortable. I reached for my dick, which had gone soft, and it was supersensitive. I drew in a big breath. "Oh, yeah" I said. "Man, you got a tight ass" Big John said. "A tight virgin ass. It feels so fucking good" "Uhhhhhhh, hmmmmm, Oh yeah" I couldn't speak. I wasn't capable. Not really. He fucked me a little harder. A litle harder still. A little faster. I tuuged on my dick, still soft but stiffening up. It had never felt like that before. 'Fuck me" I sad He did. Not rough, not hard but like regular fucking if I even know what regular fucking is. My dick is stiffening, now nearly hard and I pull on it and it is alive with sensation. My ass is. I push back in rhythm trying to get him in deeper and depper into me. "Oh fuuuuuucckkkkk" I say, half moaning and half crying. I can't touch myself anymore. I'd be too far gone and Big John is still fukcing me. Then he lets out a guttural cry and rammed himself in one last time, unloading in my ass. I reach down and flail at my hard dick trying to cum before he can pull out. I want my orgasm to come with him in my ass.And then I do, spewing cum everywhere. Later, as we lay cudding in the bed he asked me if I liked it. I wasn't sure if I did or didn't but I knew I would be doing it again. ------------------------------------------ In Greek mythology, the Titan Prometheus steals fire and brings it to humanity. Cold, dark, vulnerable to animals larger and faster and stronger than them, humans needed that first tool, that first thing to set us on the path to dominance. The other gods were angry and punished him but, of course, in time they benefited from the progress of humanity. Fire started industry and growth. Fire began our striving and growing. It provided community and comfort, protection against the cold and against the night. Many faiths have similar stories. In the Jewish bible, 1 Enoch, it was the fallen angels that brought fire to humanity. Yahweh having punished humanity for wanting to be more than what they were, to know the secrets of good and evil, kept us down low, crawling, servile and subservient. Of course, Yahweh wanted to hide the knowledge of good and evil. He is evil. The fallen angels, according to their own story, lifted us up. Lucifer is the light bringer, the morning star. To follow Lucifer is to love life. To love striving and competition. To love the pleasures of this world. To follow Lucifer is to follow the light. But Yahweh and Lucifer are but shadow emanations of the real truth. This is what I believe