Date: Mon, 15 Mar 1999 12:19:16 PST From: Martin M Subject: The Last Australian Hero The Last Australian Hero Chapter Two Billy adjusted his crotch in his jeans and mounted his bike. "C'mon, we ain't got all day" he called out impatiently, as he waited for Phil to mount. Phil was still enjoying le last remaining tingles of his orgasm, but snapped out of his dazed state and swung his leg over the saddle. Within the minute they were back on the highway, still heading away from town. Phil loosely placed his hands on Billy's thighs, feeling the moist stains of cum under his palms, and relaxed. He'd been right in coming, he knew that now. He loved this boy, so natural about sex and even taking command. For the first time in his life Phil actually felt sincere respect for a boy, a sense of affection that he couldn't quite formulate in his mind. He managed to keep his lively cock from growing too much as the bike sped on, following the power line's endless stretch into the horizon. Phil suspected they'd been on the road for another 10 minutes or so when the bike slowed down, and he could see a break in the woods about 500 m up ahead. It took the two only half a minute to reach the spot, a roadside clearing that way maybe 200 metres deep. Phil could make out a large shed, or maybe it was a small barn, a huge wooden house that was in desperate need of repair, and a yard that would be every little boys dream; it was littered with junk of all possible and impossible shapes, and amongst the items the man could indentify was an old fridge, a dragster car and a 4WD all terrain buggy. Billy brought the bike to a standstill by the side of the shed, lowered the footrest, and dismounted. At that instant a small kid of about seven came running around the corner of the large house, his dark, long hair swaying with every step. Phil guessed this must be Billy's little brother, not least due to the inherited good looks. The little one reached the man and the boy, and ran up to Billy and slapped him amicably across his ass. Billy laughed, picked the kid up and turned to Phil: "This here is Sammy, my kid brother. He's only seven, so be gentle with him." Phil quietly wondered what he meant by that, but decided not to ask. Time would tell... Sammy grinned at Phil and said "howdy, partner", imitating some old western movie. "I'm doin' just fine, bro", Phil answered, playing along with the southern accent. "Not `bro' Phil, only blacks say that", admonished Billy, as he put his brother down. "It looks like you two are going to have to give me language lessons" the man grinned as he reached for his army bag. Sammy disappeared running around the corner, his little butt wiggling in his tight cut-offs and his unlaced high-top sneakers almost falling off his feet. Billy walked in front of the man as they climbed the front stairs of the huge wooden house and entered through the creaky door. Inside was a sparsely furbished living room, with an old TV set and two couches that looked as if they'd been dragged in from the junkyard outside. "We don't really spend much time in here", Billy explained as he disappared through one of the inner doors, closely followed by Phil. They entered a huge kitchen, the floor dominated by a large wooden table with four chairs tucked under itrs surface. An old, yellowing fridge with rounded features and mint-green handle was humming away in a corner, and the cooker looked like something out of an 18th century movie. Billy disappeared through a doorway leading out of the house onto a huge veranda, covered by a roof which provided a gratifying shade. "He's here", Phil heard the boy say to someone, and as he stepped outside himself, he recognised Dexter, the old man sat in an old armchair with his legs up on the railing that surrounded the whole veranda. "I'll be darned" Dexter glowed as he spotted Phil. "Gawwd, we've been waitn' an' waitn', an' here y'are. I want ya' ta' know we've been really lookn' forward to this, ain't we Billy?" "Sure have, Pa." "Billy here's bin teekin' good care of ya, man?" "You bet, Dex" Phil smiled, remembering their session on the old platform. "This here sure is a spunky kid" he continued as he stood behind Billy and lay his hands on the kid's slender shoulders. "I see you two're gonna get along just fine" Dex said, and then quicky added: "Hey, Billy, don't just stand there, get this man a brewsky." "OK, pa. "The boy disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared moments later with an ice cold Miller's, which he handed to Phil, who twisted the top off and gulped three or four large measures. He burped contently, and said "for a hard earned thirst", remembering the old TV commercial for Victoria Bitter back in the Oz. "You got one hell of a long story to tell," Dexter half-sang, "but first let Billy show ya where ta dump the gear. Ya hungry?" "Just a bit" "We're doin' ribs tonite, hope you like `em" "Favourite, man" Billy let the way upstairs, along a creaky walkway and into a room at the end with a large window overlooking the heavy woodland behind the house, facing the same way as the veranda. In fact, it's roof ended just beneath the window. There was a fairly large bed and a cupboard in there, otherwise the room was empty. Phil dumped the bag on the floor and sat down on the bed, wich was of the springier type: he found himself bouncing halfway to the ceiling, as the springs did their work. "I'm gonna have fun with this" he grinned to Billy, who looked serious. "Don't worry, no-one cares if the bed creaks" the boy explained. Phil looked at him and noticed that the splodges of cum on his lap had dried and left slight white crusts instead. Phil stood up, walked over to him, and placed a tender kiss on the lad's forehead, and he felt the sligtly stiff strands of hair that he'd soaked with his cum only half an hour ago. Billy hugged the stocky man and then turned to go downstairs. They both left the hot room and emerged into the relative coolness of the veranda below. "Aaron'll be back any minute and start on them ribs" Dexter declared. "He's just been in Daley to get some spare parts for the truck". "Who--?" started Phil, but was interrupted by Billy: "Aaron's my older brother. He's the coolest brother a guy can have" he said with conviction in his voice. Five minutes and a beer later Phil and Dex heard the sound of a V8 engine dying out front, and a car door slam shut. Moments later, a tall, lanky boy appeared from the kitchen and greeted the three of them. "Yo, you must be Phil" he said looking at the stranger. "Uh-huh" Phil grunted, noticing how quickly he was adopting the local way of talking. No unnecessary words here, sir. He knew this must be Aaron, same colour hair as Billy and Sammy, but cut much shorter on the sides and on top, but left to grow down his neck. He was sporting four earrings in his left ear, and was wearing a pair of old camouflage-army trousers, half-tucked inside his dusty unlaced army leather boots. His upper body was covered in a netted tank-top, the holes revealing a perfectly smooth chest with two shapely pectorals. Phil guessed his age to be thirteen, which later turned out to be a good bet. His voice hadn't broken, but it was obvious it wasn't far off. "The shitheads still ain't got the stuff" Aaron said, directing his anger at Dexter. "They promised this week, but them guys in Houston can't keep up the orderbooks it seems". Two hours later it was pitch black. A myriad of swamp sounds rose from the dark woods behind the house, and the stifling heat of the day was gone giving way to a pleasant, warm evening with crickets playing up under a half-moon. The whole family had gathered on the veranda and enjoyed Aarons succulent ribs, and were now enjoying the still evening. Phil had told his life story, and was busy with his fourth or fifth beer, and Dex was leaning back on his chair and listening. Another person had joined them just as the ribs came off the barbecue; Dirty Bob the others had called him, and Phil couldn't agree more: the man was all dirt. It was a mixture of engine oil, dust, dead skin and just plain dirt. The smell wasn't too bad a few feet off, but definitely noticeable to Phil as he shook hands with the man. It turned out Dirty Bob had lived with them for three years, and was responsible for the truck workshop by the road. He even slept in the beck of the toolshed, but that was his own choice: he was one of the family now, Phil had been informed. As Phil took a sip of his beer he saw Sammy creep up to his feet and felt him climb up into his lap, where he sat his tiny behind down on the man's crotch and nestled his head into his armpit, his face turned up. Phil gently stroked his bare back and smooth shoulders, and patted his silky long hair, that was a little shorter at the top. The kid was definitely a cuddler, and Phil felt another hard-on starting up. He put one hand in the crach of Sammy's butt, and rubbed the soft denim. He found that a hole had been worn throught he jeans next to one of the pockets, and he managed to introduce his index finger and grope around for a bit. Sammy giggled, bubbly saliva glistening between his teeth. Billy sat listening to the sounds of the night while Aaron was putting away the dishes in the kitchen and throwing away the scraps of food into a large bowl, property of a large german shepherd that had adopted the folks as his family. *************** Phil woke up with a jolt next morning, up in the springy bed. He felt the room was a whole lot hotter now than when he went to sleep and flies were buzzing in the air outside. The sun was shining brightly outside and in through the window. Phil felt a hand on his morning erection, and looked under the bedsheet to see who it was. He'd expected to find Billy, but was surprised to find Sammy grinning back at him, with the man's straining cock in one hand. "An' look what *I* found," the little tyke giggled, and rubbed the knobbly shaft of the huge man-cock. Phil felt he was desperate to pee, after all those beers last night. "You're heaven come true, kid, but I have to go and pee" he said, pushing the boy away, and placing his feet on the wooden floor. "You can piss on me" the kid replied cheerfully, and added "then you can cum on me, just like ya did with Billy. He said it was cool." Phil almost came at the thought of pissing on this little angelic creature. Sammy was wearing the same jeans as yesterday, a pair or rough-looking 501's that were more holes than cloth. By the looks of it, they hadn't been washed either. The unlaced high-tops covered his feet. "Don't be stupid, kid, you'd hate it. Piss is not like cum, it probably tastes disgusting. Just tell me where the toilet is, or I'll tickle you!" Phil grinned at the small boy to let him know that he was kidding. "Don't call me stoopid, I know what piss tastes like. I tasted my own a while back and then Aaron let me taste his. It's really cool, I piss myself a lot, preferably in these jeans, they're my favourite." "C'mon, that's different. Seriously, Sammy, I'm really burstin' with all those beers inside me, so get yourself out of the way." The boy knelt on the floor with his face just in front of Phils huge genitalia, making no indication of moving. "Go on, I'm waitn'" Sammy said impatiently, and Phil knew he had to; he wouldn't have made it to the toilet anyway. It was a little hard to get going with a throbbing hardon, but after a few seconds he felt the urine rising and he watched as a trickle of clear piss shot out into the air and landed on Sammys smooth little cheek. The trickle rapidly grew into a more free-flowing stream, and the urine merrily gushed out and splashed in Sammy's face, soaking his nose, cheeks, mouth and chin, and Phil directed the stream higher and wetted the top of his head, the landing piss running in rivulets down the sides of his head, onto the forehead, down behind the ears and trickled from the chin onto the boy's tanned chest. Phil was getting more excited than ever, and he yanked the boy up by the arm while containing his bladder and threw him roughly on the bed face up, and straddled his feet. He let go of his bladder, which was still full, and directed the stream so that it soaked the kids crotch, belly, thighs and knees. He then flipped Sammy over to face down, and carried on pissing onto his butt, soaking the worn denim and the little hole by the pocket he'd found last night. He flipped the boy over, and could start smelling the results of his urination in the stifling heat. The kid was pretty much soaked all over by now, the Levis squelching as he drew his knees up. "I'll bet you've changed your mind about this" Phil said, and started to climb off the boy, a little ashamed for getting carried away. He looked at Sammy, who put on a frown, obviously not happy at all. "I thought we were going to have some fun, but I guess I'll have to be with Dirty Bob for that" the tyke muttered, a stern gaze aimed right at Phil who was still straddling his hips. "You're pretty special, kid. I never dreamt that you'd actually like it" Phil replied, and got ready to carry on. "You gotta promise to cum on me" Sammy ordered, but the frown was gone. Phil worked his knees a little further up along the boy's sides, and ended up straddling his chest. The boy was looking dreamily into Phils eyes as he parted his red, wet lips and was rewarded with a stream of urine finding its way into his mouth. Sammy raised his head a little and closed his lips around the piss-firing cock which was still erect but not as hard anymore. The little one tried to swallow the gallons of warm urine that were being forced into his little mouth, as the chubby man towering above him grunted in delight. The stream died to tricke, and Phil forced the last drops out, thinking this was the most kinky thing he'd ever done. He felt his organ grow harder between Sammy's sensuous lips, and exhaled slowly as he felt the lad slowly starting to give head, the soaking wet hair dripping his cooling piss onto the bedsheets. Phil sensed his sexual desires quickly accelerate, and planted his right hand firmly in the boy's wet hair. The man moaned as he felt the little boy slowly starting to give head, but his enormous organ was simply too big for him to swallow without help. Phil pushed his hips forward a little and watched his head sink in millimeter by millimeter into the boy's mouth. The wet, red lips stretched beyond belief as the large man forced his penis inside, the little button nose flaring up its nostrils due to the rock hard shaft raping the cum-hungry mouth just below. Phil looked down and watched the boy suck him like a trooper, and felt a small hand rubbing frantically his hairy thigh as he hepled the boy by fucking his face, the rough sides of his manhood glistening with saliva and precum as they glid in and out between the taut lips. The man felt the soles of his feet burning, and his stocky thighs were tingling in anticipation. His breathing grew heavy, and he was aware of his own pungent male sweat and piss smelling in the room. He felt his hairy testicles aching as they bounced and rolled on Sammy's quivering chin, and his heart raced faster. He let out a little yelp as he felt the orgasm take control of his body. He saw and felt his throbbing member recoil distinctly as it fired a jet of sticky hot spunk onto the roof of the kids mouth. Phil gasped as he felt the second jolt, and sprayed Sammy's innocent sucking little mouth as the boy desperately tried to swallow it all. A small trickle of semen leaked out between Sammy's lips and Phils pumping shaft and ran down his chin. Phil used his hand to smear it around the boy's lips and onto his shaft, adding to the pleasure. Phil suspected the kid needed to breathe and withdrew his cock as he was firing his last shots. He felt drained as he sensed the boy's hand close gently around the crown and milk out the last few drops out onto his nose. Sammy opened his mouth and Phil saw the stringy mess of white spunk cling to his pearly white teeth and coating his lips, which he sesuously licked, savouring the still hot salty cum. "Was I any good?" The kid looked up at the man towering above him, his cheeky eyes grinning and his voice thick from all the semen in his mouth. "Fuck, yeah!" Phil replied, contented. Sammy darted his tounge gently at the slimy sides of the softening shaft, licking the strands of cooling cum stuck in Phils thick pubic bush. Phil climbed off the wobbly bed, and Sammy swallowed the last remains of his adult lover's juices. Phil looked at the kid; God, he was cute, and looked like he'd showered with his jeans on. The urine in his hair was still dripping onto his bare slender shoulders, and the bedsheets were a mess, all soaked. "Now it's payback time, big guy" Sammy decided without hesitation. "Your cum tastes really good, clean 'n' stuff. I hope mine will some day. C'mon, make me cum Phil." The large man lay down on the bed and the little tyke crawled over him, ending up straddling his chest, the wet sides of his jeans cooling the man's pectorals in the stifling heat. He didn't make any attempt at taking out his pecker, but simply sat down his tiny butt on Phil's mouth, the front of his fly touching his nose and the pungent smell of piss heavy in the man's nostrils. Phil saw him half close his eyes, and was seconds later surprised to find a warm sensation spread over his closed lips and up toward his nose as the boy was urinating in his jeans. He parted his lips a little and licked the worn denim that was being continually saturated with the hot liquid. The kid had obviously planned this little game since there was plenty of it, the fabric not being able to absorb it all but small rivulets streaming down Phils chin and neck. The boy gradually started a rhythmical movement of his wet crotch rubbing the front of his fly against the man's nose and lips, and he leaned forward a little, allowing his adult friend to cup his buttocks in his hands and rub his thigh. His thrusts grew heavier but he never lost his steady pace, and panted in delight as Phil sensed his orgasm rock the small body. The boy relaxed, all spent, and collapsed heavily on top of the man, his hair spreading its cooling strands on Phils balding forehead. "Oh man, that was soo cool" he sighed dreamily, lifting his head slightly and grinning at his now house-trained adult friend. "I'll do the bed" Sammy offered, and added "later". He jumped onto the floor and walked out the door. "Hey, where are you goin'?" "I've got Bob to take care of too, he wants me every morning." The thought of the little tyke with the grotty monster of a man both disgusted and excited Phil. "Can I watch?" he asked, carefully, not wanting the kid to think that he was spying on him. He was also slightly worried that Bob wasn't as gentle with the boy as he deserved, this angelic little creature that seemed insatiable. "Yeah, cool, but you've gotta ask Bob first, he's kinda weird with other people. He likes me though." Phil followed the boy out the door, down the stair and out into the stifling heat of the yard.