Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2019 11:53:03 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil Boys Part 4 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 FOUR SKEETER"S STORY I'm not here in Key West alone. I haven't been alone for years. Ever since that day, I've pretty much always had sex available to me. Always had a sex partner available. I do now. They don't begrudge my flirting with Justin, my professsor -- Harvard? Maybe. Somewhere like that - or that we will fuck. In my religion, monogamy is forbidden. He strikes me as being not that confident, as beng a little shy. That's weird, here at least. This place is gay Disneyland. Naked men in a sex positive environment. What's not to like? I wonder if he recognizes that I probably have a lot more experience than him even though he is probably a decade and a half older. I get into the pool and we sit near each other and I rub his thigh and make my way to his crotch. "So what do you do for work?" he asks me "I work in retail" I say simply. It's true and it's not true. We have a store. "How long have you lived in Key West?" He smiles but doesn't challenge me. He's seen me in porn. He thinks he knows who I am. "Just two years" He pauses. "You have a boyfriend?" Now that's complicated. There are quite a few of us. We are Devil Boys. As teenage boys, or even younger in some cases, we made a commitent to a partticiular religious idea and belief. We consider ourselves united togther. We consider ourselves married to each other. But I live here and it's the four of us. "Three of them. Two of them here now. The other will be here in a little while" I say. That's the closest to the truth without being true. "Really?" he asks, looking around. "Yeah. And most of our friends too" "Other Devil Boys?" I smile. I knew I liked this one. He takes his hand off my thigh. Shy. I put mine on his cock and balls. But he doesn't know the half of it. He may be the only here who isn't an Adonist. Some of the straight bar tenders aren't and the Russian housekeeping boys but all the guests. are. Hot naked Sunday is about to start and this place will fill up. The pool here will be cock soup. It's not advertised. There's no website. But Adonists know and the ones that want to or can, come. It'll get wild. I promise. ----------------------------------------------- It had only been a week since I went home with Big John. I was just a little gay boy, just going to be a freshman in high school next year but hungry and alone and this guy took me in when I was hungry and alone. He's old but he's sexy. And I can get hgih and get drunk and, well, it's totally cool. Like Big John said, he had to go to Orlando. He had said he would take me there since that had been my plan if I wanted. I went with him but not to stay. I was coming back with him to Kingdom Farm. Back home. The drive down was brutal, the interstate packed and traffic was frustrating to him. He had a Audi R8 and it can fly but it is being held back by the traffic. That and because we are transporting a shit load of drugs. I didn't mind about the drugs. He had promised me that when we got back back I could have some and see if I liked it. So, I was looking forward to that. Big John also talked about how he would usually go to what he called a bathhouse in Orlando to have random sex. I was way too young to get in but I thought the whole concept was cool. "When we meet George, he will want to have sex with you" Big John said. "You don't have to if you don't want too." "Maybe I'll want to" "That'll make his day. He might even offer to pay you." "I might take it" "You should:" Big John said. "Having some of your own money would be helpful to you" "In case you kick me out?" "In case you need it" George was rich. Richer even than Big John, and when you are used to living in a rented trailer with meth heads, Big John was pretty rich. George had this big apartment on like the 10th floor of this buidling. The livng room was long and, on either end, there were windows like you see in churches or old schools with the pointed tops and there was sxposed bricks around the windows. The place was tastefully decorated with modern furniture and he had actual art work on the walls with frames, not just posters. "I see you brought a boy" he said as he let us in "George, this is Skeeter" "Hello, Skeeter" George said, holding out his hand. Lke Big John, he was old but not as old I think. Maybe like 40, so still pretty old. But like Big John, he had a flat belly and salt and pepper in his hair. "15?" "14" Big John said "And gay" George smiled. "I guess liking older men would be too much to hope for" I smiled. "Are we staying here tonight? " "I suppose you are" George said "Cool. Which one is your bedroom. I need to leave my backpack" "You sleeping in my bed?" George asked I shrugged. "I guess that's where we are going to fuck, right?" "I like this one, John:" George said. ` I had to wait with George while Big John went to make his drug deal. He asked and I told him my life story about my mom cutting out and leaving me behind and me wating for her to return until I couldn't anymore. Then I found Big John and became his boy toy. George owned an adult life style store in Florida, the kind that sells sexy lignerie and lube and whips and chains and shit. He waas also in the porn business. I thought that was totally cool. I love porn. He asked me if I had used any of Big John's pills. I told him that I hadn't. I am going to though. You wait. I like getting fucked up too. We left amd wemt to where his store was so that he could get me some sexy nderwear. It was to surprise Big John with. Of course, I couldn't go in. I'm only 14 and just turned that. I had to wait but it was cool. I played music. George drove a BMW and it was nice. He wasn;t in there super long but came back with a selection for me to have. He got a black jock with red highlights. a pair of red briefs. a blue and whit assless pair and pair of really skimpy polka dot briefs. I gave him a show as I tried them on back at his place. He looked too. He stared. He liked what I have.I decided on the black jock to have one when Big John got back. So I had on a black jock and that was it. "You look super sexy, kid" "You got any alcohol?" He hesitated for just a second. "Yeah, I got some tequila. How about a margarita?" "Cool" It was sour and sweet and cold and I loved it. It took a minute because it is really green, sort of Mountain Dew green and I don't like the Dew. But it didn't taste that way. I gulped down one and George gave me another. I was mostly done with it when Big John got back. I was glowing nnd he could tell. "Goddamn it, George. The kid is not even 120 pounds. You gotta take it down a notch" George shrugged. "I thought it would be fun to get him drunk" "Fuck" Big John said "The jock is cool. Sexy. Let me see" I grinned and jumped up and did like a model walk on the runway. I made sure he got to see my ass. "We can fuck if you want. And then fuck again later" His bedroom was very tasteful. Expensive art work on the walls. A big comfortable bed. I didn't care. I was horny and wanted it. Wanted it bad too. I am in the middle of the bed, my legs apart. Big John strips off and I am familiar now with his hairy chest. George, though, was even hotter. His chest hair was trimmed down. You could see it but is wasn't all furry. He had big powerful arms and a thick chest. "Cool abs, kid. You're rocking. You're a wet dream" George said I smiled. The room was spinning a little and I was loose. "Suck it Daddy" Daddy was good at it too. He took my balls in his mouth and sucked on them, licking my taint and getting me hot. I was hard - I get hard easy - and he swallowed me down, all the way, deep throat. Big John was stroking his dick, watching his firend suck me off. I didn't know if he felt jealous or not or what he felt. I knew he was hard. And hard means horny, right? I want it. I want it in my mouth. Big John sensed it and he kneeled on the bed, his cock at face level and I took it in. A hard dick in my mouth and a hot mouth on my dick. Perfect. Daddy was hard too, doing me. Big John is big, well big enough. Daddy was smaller but he was hard. He jacked himself as he blew me. He used a free hand to stroke me, adding to what his throat was doing to my hard cock. It felt amazing. I wanted it to last forever. When I lost focus from, lost in my own pleasure, Big John face fucked me a little, just to remind me. "He can cum three or four times, George. Don't worry about it. He'll still be horny" It waas true. Nothing made me less horny. I've only just started having sex regularly since I went home wiht Big John but I want more and more, all the time. And I'm glad that there are three of us. It's better that way. Plus, I think I might be the kind of person who doesn't back down or back off. I want it all. I want to party and I want to fuck. And Daddy kept going, stroking and sucking. Up and down. And a hard dick in my mouth, two men wanting me. Wanting me in a way that I wanted to be wanted. "Such a pretty dick" Daddy said. "On a hot little boy" "Not so little" Big John said "A hot horny boy" He came off my dick and pushed my legs up and forward to get at my ass. To lick my hole, to force his tongue into my shitter. I came off of Big John's fat cock and sighed. It felt too good not to. But I wanted a dick in there. My own dick was twitching, my balls hugging up against my body. I needed to be fucked "Fuck him, George" Big John said said, sensing my mood. "Fuck him raw and fuck him hard. This kid is the ace champ" He wasn't as big as Big John and it didn't hurt as much this time even though he wasn't as gentle as Big John had been either. I was on my back and I could see Daddy's face as he fucked me. He pushed it in with a look of determination. All the way in. I reached down and stroked my hard pole as he began to slide his in and out of me. I felt the fullness down there but it seemed that the pat of me covered by underwear was directly linked to my brain. Every bit of my brain was flooding with pleasure. Bug John was stroking himself, staying hard, waiting his turn, watching his friend take his boytoy. "Fuck me" I said And he did, harder and faster. He slapped my ass. "This what you want, little twink? You want to get fucked by this big dick>" "Fuck me" I said "Fuck him George. Make him cum" Big John said, He really started moving in my ass. I see his face screwed and determined. He was feeling it. I was too. I wanted it. I stroked my dick, hard, flailing at it. The blood was rising. No, not blood. The cum was rising. My nuts were tight against my body. "Fucking tight little ass. You feel so fucking good. You want my load, that what you want?" "Fuck me!" I cried out. I needed it but then, I couldn't sttop it. It came over me. My dick erpted. I coated myself with spurt after spurt of thick white cream. But even as the pleasured peaked and ebbed away, the horniness remained. "Fuck me, keep on fucking me. Don't stop" "God fucking damn" Daddy said "You're a little fucker. You can't get enough, huh, twinky boy?" :"Fuck me!" He pounded my ass and I didn't care. My dick was soft and it didn't matter. Just keep fucking was my sole thoguht. "Oh fuck" Daddy cried out. He rammed it in one more time, hard. "No, no, no, no" I said, pleading and whimpering. "Big John, fuck me! Fuck me. Fuck me, please" "Fuck the cum out of him" Daddy said, pulling out of my ass, his jizz dipping down on my ass cheeks I stroked myself hard as Big John got into position. My legs were up resting on his shoulders. I was hard and stroking it as he entered. He hurt more than Daddy did because his dick was bigger, certainly thicker. But I took it. And after the initial pain, it felt good. More than good. I could barely think. "Fuuuuucccckkk" I groaned He fucked me slower than Daddy did. Gentle. Sensual. Until he dorve me mad. I was hard and stroking it, begging him for more. I want as much as he can give me. I want it bad. I am hard again and horny but the cum won't flow as easily this time. I beg Big John to fuck me and he does. Grunting, slapping against my ass. Daddy comes and sucks me as Big John plows me. That's what I want. I want to be at the center of the sex. I cum a second time. And my ass took a second load. I wish I had a third and a fourth and fifth. . ----------------------------------------------- This is the first vision. There was a boy on a path n the woods. In the fractured light that shown through the forest canopy he just walked down to the creek. On the far bank, sitting by the water was a family: a man and a woman and three young children, young. Prepubescent. They were naked. The boy was drwan toward them. He waded into the black tea colored water of the stream, his bare feet biting into the cool sand and moved over to them. The man smiled and nodded his head. "Hello" the boy said "And hello to you young man" The adult male said. He was fit and handsome. The three children were naked and sitting on the far side of the young woman. One boy was fair and golden haired, long and wavy with peircing blue eyes. The girl next to him was red headed and freckled. They were incontestably beautiful even if young. The third child, underweight it seemed, thin and long and not misshapen but just not quite symmetrical. He looked bitter and angry. The boy thought him uglly "I haven't seen you in the forest before" the boy said. "We've been here for many years" the woman said. "One way and another" "I just haven't seen you" "It's our forest' the ugly one said, his lip turned up in disdain "It's everyone's forest" the golden haired boy said. "It's for those that need to be here" "He's just another fag" "Molchos" the man snapped. "Be ashamed. This one has harmed no one." "Perhaps we should go" the woman said. "You have other business" The man nodded and signalled to the children who all stood. With a nod, they all filed away back into the woods. The boy was left alone, the water in the stream rushing past him as he stood there suddenly alone, watching them go without explanation. It made him cross, another unexplained event in the woods, another mystery. There had been many, all dense with symbolism. Nothing clear, nothing real. Frustrated and irritated, he waded back to the other bank, not wanting to go back to the cabin but having nothing else to do. He climbed back and headed down the path a few feet. This is what I believe