Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2018 14:12:28 +0200
From: JG
Subject: Me and Billy 1 - YOUTH

"Just a little further," Billy said.  I didn't mind the walk through the
thick bramble of the woods at all.  It gave me plenty of opportunity to
silently admire his handsome, muscled frame and amazingly tight ass.

I had just turned 13. Billy was 14, going on 15.  Yet, we were in the same
grade in school. Billy was sort of the "bad boy" of our neighborhood and
had flunked a grade levels.  Looking back, I don't think it was much his
fault.  An orphan, he was shuffled from home to home to home and his
current foster family, the Millers were the most stable environment he had
ever known. He fit right into our neighborhood.

All the boys, especially me and Derek, the two little cocksuckers in the
crowd, couldn't get enough of him.  Many nights my little fuck buddy and I
jacked our pubescent little pricks to the thought of finally getting our
hands and mouths on Billy Dean's cock.  I had at least seen it once. We
were at the park pool and Billy stripped to shower and wash the chlorine
off his fine, young body.  His was a lean, muscled frame. He had a dark
complexion and huge tufts of black hair under each harm, a delicious "happy
trail" leading down to his man-sized package, a good four to five inches
flaccid, with two, egg-sized low hanging balls.  I'll never forget how his
thick bush glistened with water droplets as he toweled off.  Thank goodness
he never caught me looking. The boner in my pants would have given me away.

Aside from all this, he was just fucking handsome.  Testosterone arrived
early and had carved his features. A jutting, manly jaw bone, a strong,
masculine forehead with thick black eyebrows and deep set brown eyes.  He
was one of those kids' people said were "all boy."  And he was worldly. He
seemed to know much more about sex than any of the rest of us.  He told us
all about it before any of us hit puberty. His description of jacking off
caused Derek and me to experiment with each other, leading to each of us
having our first dry orgasms.  He showed me a condom he stole from one of
his foster homes and described in detail several of the girls he had fucked
and how one of his foster moms, a woman in her 40s, gave him "a pretty good
blowjob" his last night in her home.

We had all watched as he sprouted all that manly hair and he grew even more
handsome with dark, long sideburns and a scruffy beard coming in.  We were
still boys, he was becoming a man. It made me drool every time I saw him.

Now, here deep in the woods, I had admired those muscled shoulders peeking
out from his tank shirt as we hiked.  I almost shot a load when he got hot,
stopped and took it off giving me a full view of his sexy chest, armpits
and back.  Holy fucking shit, even his back was sexy, especially all
glistening with sweat.  How I longed to lick it off.

We climbed to the top of a hill and then Billy smiled at me over his
shoulder.  I joined him on the hill to see a small, dilapidated structure a
few paces away.  Was it a house? A cabin? It was hard to tell with all that
brush growing up and surrounding it.  As we got closer, Billy took a
manchette from his belt and wacked through the undergrowth to cut a path.
Up close, we saw that the little shack still had a partial roof, four walls
and windows on three sides.  Ironically, the door was locked, but Billy
climbed through a broken window to let me inside.  It was about 10 or 12
feet square, with an old potbellied stove in one corner.  A makeshift
kitchen had once been sort of hung off the back, but was now rotting a way,
covered in weeds and small trees coming up through the floorboards.  There
was a small, metal bed in one of the corners and an old wooden chair.
Other than that, the place was bare.

"I found it one day hiking back here in the woods by myself," Billy said.
"I just had to come back and check it out."

His curiosity led him to explore all of the nooks and crannies of the
place.  That gave me a little time to ogle his fine, shirtless body and
because his shorts were so tight, his incredible muscled ass.  I had never
noticed before, but Billy had a nice happy trail at the small of his back.
It was accented by his sweat. The dark hairs were perfectly lined leading
down into his ass crack looking almost feather-like.  My cock was already
starting to throb in my shorts as I admired him.

"Fuck, I've gotta take a piss," I said, hoping to give my pecker some air.
I stepped outside on the porch and unzipped.

"Me too, man."

I thought Billy would find his own makeshift urinal, but instead, violating
the code of straight men everywhere, he sidled up right next to me,
unzipped and from the corner of my eye, flopped out his pride and joy.  As
he looked up and closed his eyes, apparently enjoying the release, I turned
my eyes to see his cock for only the second time.  It was mouthwateringly
beautiful. He had peeled the foreskin back a little, giving me a view of
the light purple, bulbous head underneath.  A golden stream as thick as a
#2 Ticonderoga pencil shot from his piss slit and into the underbrush.  You
could hear his piss stream drenching the leaves of a nearby weed. I had
never even heard of "golden showers" at that point, but instinctively, I
wanted to be on my knees, letting Billy's sweet piss flow all over my face,
naked body and even in my mouth.  That's how bad I wanted him.

I finished pissing, and took my time shaking off.  I wanted every second to
last with my cock out in front of Billy Dean.  I was about as hard as you
can get and still piss, and as the summer breeze caressed my sensitive
pecker head, I could feel myself starting to harden even more. Back in
those days, I maybe had five inches or so.  My dick has always been a
little thicker than other boys, something Derek noticed that time I tried
to put it up his ass.

"Sporting a little wood there, Jeremy," Billy said, looking right at my
semi-hard pecker.  I was stunned by his words, and even more shocked by
what happened next.  Billy reached over his large, tan hand and gently
caressed my cock.  I looked up into his handsome face and locked eyes with
him. I must have looked horrified.  "Hey man, it's cool. I won't touch you
then," he said quickly.

"Uh, no, no...go ahead, I love it...I mean, I want you to..."

Billy returned his hand to my swollen dick.  He stepped closer to me, which
I took as a hint to touch his, too.  I slowly reached over and felt it.
The object of my youthful lust was finally in grasp.  My cock surged in his
hand and Billy giggled a little. His shower was becoming a grower as I
caressed him. It was obvious that my touching his dick excited me.

"You jack off a lot?"

"Yeah, pretty much every chance I get," I said.

"Fuck. Me too. I guess I am a perv or some shit," he said with a grin.

"Shoot cum now, right?"

"Yeah, for the past year or so," I answered.

"Cool" he said, focusing his hand action on massaging my cock's head and
jacking the shaft. I mimicked his actions and watched and felt him grow to
a full, glorious erection of at least 7."  He unbuttoned his shorts and
they fell to his ankles, then with one hand he wriggled his white, Hanes
briefs to about the middle of his dreamy, hairy thighs.  His jet black,
super curly pubes seemed to glisten like black gold in filtered sunlight
coming from the trees as his erection slowly edged up and up, now almost
parallel with his flat stomach.

Billy sighed and closed his eyes as he enjoyed me stroking him, all the
while stroking and teasing my cock with his right hand.  I don't know how I
didn't explode all over him. I was so turned on I was panting.  I tried to
control it, but I was shaking. I took a second to drop my shorts and lower
my underwear too.

I checked out the rearview as Billy continued to stroke me faster and
faster.  His taught ass muscles were clinched tight. That backside happy
trail indeed leads straight down to a fur lined butt crack.  Here again,
I'd never heard of "rimming," but Billy's excellent ass made me want to get
on my knees and eat him out and listen to him moan.

Billy slowly opened his eyes and looked at me.  His big, brown, manly gaze
was mesmerizing.

"You wanna suck me?"

I didn't even hesitate. I got on my knees and amateurishly grabbed his cock
toward my mouth.

"Whoa, partner.  I know you want it but ease up!" Billy said with a lusty
laugh.  Let's go back inside and get naked to do this.

I liked the sound of that, so I got up from my knees and we made our way
inside the old house. We undressed by the broken window and enjoyed a nice
cool breeze.  Billy piled our clothes on the floor in front of him and
pushed my down to his rock-hard cock, resting my knees on the clothes pile.

I opened wide and sucked him passionately.  I focused on the head, but I
had this instinctive feeling that a hot fucker like Billy would want more.
So, I began to focus on relaxing my throat muscles.  To this day, I don't
know how I knew to do that.  I wanted it and it seemed like the right thing
to do.

"Fuck yeah," Billy said as I swirled my tongue around and around his
meat. Now that he was rock hard, the foreskin had fully retracted.  My
tongue must have felt great on the sensitive head.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," I thought to myself.  Then I slowly took more
and more of the hot stud's shaft.  I began bobbing my head up and down, and
Billy started thrusting his hips.  His cock edged deeper and deeper until
the head was breaching my throat.  I relaxed as much as I could and felt
him ease down my throat.

"Fuck, man...that's amazing."

Billy grasped the back of my head and started fucking my throat in earnest.
When he was all the way in, my nose was buried deep in his thick, black
bush.  It smelled amazing. Musky and manly, like sweat and cum.  When I
couldn't hardly breathe he sensed it and backed off. I took just a couple
of breaks to work his amazing balls, which were smooth, hot and salty. They
actually had a peculiar, sour taste all their own that tasted what Derek's
"head cheese" around his uncut cock smelled like to me.  I loved that
taste.

As I worked his balls, Billy jacked his massive erection and looked down on
me.  He said nothing, but his eyes communicated a kind of softness and
affection I had never seen on his face before.  That fueled my lustful need
to please him even more and I went right back to getting throat fucked even
harder than before.

Apparently wanting this blowjob to last as long as possible, Billy stopped,
grabbed his boner by the base and rubbed it across my face.

"You love this, don't you?" he said.

"Yes. I have always wanted to suck your cock."

"You shoulda just asked, Jeremy."  Then he pushed my head back and put his
balls in my open mouth. I gently sucked and licked them as he sighed and
slowly jacked his meat.  A droplet of pre-cum formed at the tip and Billy
scrapped it off with his index finger and offered it to me.

I licked it off dutifully and sucked his finger a few seconds.

"You're beautiful, Jeremy."

The words made me melt.  I thought this was just a faggot giving a straight
god some head. I was happy to just be used, and I never dreamed a masculine
dude like Billy could ever have any attraction to me, one of the
neighborhood cocksuckers.

Billy put his hands under each of my armpits and pulled me up to his
mouth. He kissed me passionately and squeezed my ass.  His strong,
masculine fingers edged their way into my ass crack and when he made
contact with my pucker, I almost came right then and there.  But then he
stopped kissing me and pushed me a little aggressively back down to my
knees. I had a job to do, and I wanted to do it well.

I resumed sucking him and worked his big dick back down my throat.  Billy
cussed and went into a kind of sexual hyper drive. His hips bucked, he
ended up skull fucking me for a few seconds before announcing that he was
about to cum.  I couldn't breathe, but I also couldn't care less.

The room was spinning, I heard my heart pounding in my ears, I looked up to
see Billy's masculine face twisted in ecstasy.  Then his big dick edged out
of my throat a little and began to pulse.  He held my head in both hands
and filled me with seven or eight huge blasts of cum.  I started
swallowing. He thrust a few times and four or five more spurts of man cream
filled my mouth. Some of it leaked out of the corners and down the sides of
my face and my neck.

I looked up at Billy, whose eyes met mine and he smiled, watching his seed
drip from my mouth.

"Shoulda warned you, I am a big cummer. Glad you seem to like to eat it."

I squeezed his dick for more, then I used his boner like a sop of bread to
wipe the cum on my face back into my mouth.

"Damn, dude. You are the real deal."

After that, Billy resumed jacking my cock.

"Sorry, I don't suck."

But he spit on his hand and held me close to his sweaty body.  I shot a
huge load all over both of us as Billy said "fuck yeah!" over and over
again.  I used my underwear to clean my cum off of him.  We got dressed and
sat on the porch.

"Where did you learn to suck cock like that?" Billy asked.

"Oh, there are some guys around who allowed me to sort of practice on
them."

He asked me who, and I declined to answer.

"I assume you don't want me to tell anyone about this?"

"No."

"Then that's why I won't tell you who else I suck. We have the same deal,
too."

Billy understood.  We drank some water from the canteen I had brought and
looked out over the woods.

"Something tells me, this is going to become our secret little place,"
Billy said.

"I think you're right."

He put his arm around me.  I felt so warm and complete inside. Maybe I was
"beautiful" after all.