Date: Mon, 07 Sep 1998 07:54:26 -0700
From: jendor2@mailexcite.com
Subject: "Mark and Billy"

[Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and for pleasure purposes
only. The author retains all rights. If you are under the legal age to 
view this material of boy/boy sex, or if it offends you, go ask your granny
to teach you how to bake a cake! For those of you who are staying, read on
and enjoy. E-mail me at jendor2@mailexcite.com and tell me what you thought.
Thanks.]

			      MARK AND BILLY

Icy blue eyes stared intently and lustfully into Billy's deep brown wide
eyes. Billy moaned. He was excited. The meat between his legs, his pride
and joy, twitched. Those crystal eyes dropped from his face and looked at
his growing bulge. He moaned again. "Take it, Mark."

"You want me to?"

"More than you could imagine."

Mark, his eyes still fixed on Billy's pants, reached out slowly and began
to unzip him. Mark was only twelve. He was horny. He was ready for it.
His sandy hair swept back over his head, a body so tanned he looked to be
made of precious gold, he was just what Billy had been dreaming of for years.
Billy was 14, lithe, and needed relief in his pants. They had arranged to meet
in the park an hour after dusk, only one thing on their young minds.

"Oh, take it. Please."

Slowly, ever-so-slowly, Mark continued until the zip was down. Then he
pulled the sides back and reached for Billy's tight briefs. "I'm gonna
suck you, man," Mark teased. "I'm gonna suck you real hard. I want your
hot cum in my mouth. I need it."

He pulled at the briefs and Billy's swollen 5" cock was freed. It was
wet with persperation, his uncut head bulging and needing immediate
attention, pre-cum dripping from it. Mark took it in a hand. He squeezed,
gently.

"Take it."

Immediately, Mark took Billy's boyhood into his mouth. Billy groaned in sheer
ecstasy, the feel of Mark's moist, warm lips engulfing him, the suck and
pull of the vacuum, the hot explosions in his stomach. He needed to cum,
needed to cum real bad.

He sighed. Mark was working a magic no other boy he knew could perform.
His mouth was tight over the rock. He pulled back, his tongue licking Billy's
head, his teeth gently biting into the shaft, his lips touching everything.
With one hand, he continued to pull on Billy's pants and briefs and then
he carressed the retracting balls, feeling the sprinkling of public hair over
them. His own dick ached. His mouth then slid back down the fleshy shaft and
up again once more, tighter this time.

Billy closed his eyes and bit on his upper lip as Mark urged him into a
climax. His head lolled backwards, mouth now ajar, sweat forming on his brow
and cheeks. "Ahhh, yes. That's it. Suck hard. Take me. Ahhh. Fuck, man. Yes."

Mark's sucking slowed as he knew Billy was getting closer and closer
to cumming, the dick between his lips swelling harder. He stopped and began
licking the shaft and the head and kissing the balls, then said softly, huskily,
"Fuck me, man. Ram your hard cock up my tight ass." He was already tugging at
his shorts and had them down in seconds. Billy stared down at the kneeling
boy, his friend for years, and grinned.

Mark turned onto his hands and knees and Billy knelt behind him. "Oh God,
man. I need to cum." He looked at the golden ass in front of him, eyes
running over the contours. He licked his dry lips and wanted to taste Mark's
hole, wanted to get down and push his tongue in and around.

He began forward. Mark reached back and grasped his ass cheeks and
parted them, sweat visible in the crack. His pink rosebud hole twitched. "Go
on, Billy," he breathed, "force yourself into me. Take me up the ass. You
want to. Do it. Do it."

Billy moaned again. "Oh yes. I have to." He grasped his throbbing meat and
held it out at Mark's ass. Still moist from Mark's saliva, he eased forward
and his penis head went in. Mark gasped; Billy inhaled quickly. He pushed
again, watching his tool enter his butt-buddy like a sword into its
sheath. It felt natural, like this was where his cock was made for. Again
he pushed, until his rapier was into the hilt. He pushed Mark's shirt up
and leaned down against his bare back, their moist skin feeling hot
together.

"Ahhhh." Billy thrust, pulled, thrust, pulled, thrust. "Ahhh-hhhhh."
He groaned and moaned, gasped and breathed, thrust and pulled. "Yes, Mark.
I'm...fucking your...ass..." He gasped again, thrust again...

"Oh, Billy. Take me. Cum up my ass. Do it. Fuckin' do it." Mark was reaching
for his own dick and clasped it tightly, squeezing hard, pulling on it, jerking
himself off while Billy took his hole. They both needed to cum, had needed to
cum for hours and now that they were alone they were taking advantage of the
time. He forced his skin back and forth over his muscle and moaned along with
Billy.

Billy pushed again, grasping Mark's hips and pulling him backwards as
he drove forward. "I- I'm gonna..."

He screamed, forced into Mark one last time and shot his hot boy-sperm
into him, his whole body contracting in spasms of passion with each explosion
of cum. Then, wasting no time, he quickly withdrew, and bent down, his face
mere inches from Mark's ass, and he went forward with his tongue, licking
at the bud as his sperm eased out, his hot tongue sending shivers waving over
Mark.

Mark continued to pump on his rod, his other hand carressing his testicles
and inner thighs. Billy licked and slurped and groaned with emphasis and Mark
suddenly rolled onto his back. "Now, Billy. Now," he moaned, pulling ferociously
on his swollen dick. Billy got down to him and took his cock in his mouth, just
in time to catch Mark's cum as it shot forward and hit his throat.

Mark relaxed. Billy dropped down over him and they began to kiss, passing the
sperm between their mouths, Billy finally swallowing it. They continued to kiss
then, into the early night, until it was time to go home.