Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 07:53:21 +0000
From: fanara55@hotmail.com
Subject: TEENAGE HANDYMAN

"Never look back" is excellent advice but how many of us have never spent
an idle hour constructing  an imaginary, ideal boyhood?

This story is for all those guys who were 7 stone weaklings, last to be
picked for the team, knocked back by all the girls, couldn't afford the
latest gear, and felt oppressed by adult  authority. And for anyone else who
likes to read about teenage adventures.
This is your chance to get your revenge in the world of imagination.
Enjoy!!

Previous stories: Army Love; Squaddies Get Together (Military); Sharing a
Room( Interracial, bi, raunch); Susie and the Schoolboys( Adults and
younger, bi); African Penfriend, (Interacial,incest,adults and younger, bi);
Respect!! (Discipline) and Roland and his Mum, (Bi, younger with older,
incest.)

All stories are strictly copyright. The events depicted are solely imaginary
and should not encourage you to break any laws or indulge in unsafe sex.  If
you are prohibited by the laws of your country from reading this material
then please do not do so. This story contains imaginary scenes of bisexual
sex between adults and minors.

Feel free to email me with your comments but no kp please.


			     TEENAGE HANDYMAN

				Chapter One


Saturday morning I woke up to brilliant sunshine pouring through my bedroom
window. I yawned and stretched, my hand automatically reaching for my cock
which displayed, as always, its reassuring  morning hard-on,   For a moment
I was tempted to knock off a quick one but just in time I recollected that I
had a lot to do that morning. Reluctantly removing my hand, I threw the
covers off and got out of bed.

First thing was a piss. Emptying a well filled bladder first thing in the
morning is one of life's great  pleasures. Holding my penis between finger
and thumb I stood well back, aimed at the bowl and let it go. Fortunately I
was one of those lucky guys who can piss with a hard- on. Once again I
enjoyed that unique feeling as the powerful, yellow stream hit the water in
the pan , churning it into froth. Why do boys like pissing so much? Well,
while enjoying the relief of emptying your bladder, it's also a dirty
thing to do.

Down to breakfast. I had a busy day so I had to stoke up. On with the frying
pan, two rashers of bacon, two eggs, baked beans, tomatoes and a fried
slice. Should keep me going for a while. At the age of 11, I had decided
that, by the time I was 20, I would have a nice house and money in the bank.
I loved gardening, and was interested in DIY, making sure to help and learn
any time my Dad or his friends were doing any plumbing, decorating or
electrical work. And anyone could clean cars and windows. Added to this I
was a dab hand at fixing cars and computers. By the age of 13 I had become a
boy wizard and my job diary was always full. Busy as I was I didn't neglect
my school work.

I'd put off my shower till after breakfast because that was my time for a
morning shit. Sitting on the pan, pants down and knees apart I waited for it
to happen. Aaaaah...here it comes, stretching my sphincter to the max and
slowly squeezing through followed by a big splash as it dropped into the
water below. Wow!! That was a good shit! I stood up and examined the result.

Very satisfactory! A nice, well formed, solid turd at least 8 inches long
and as thick as a cucumber. Almost as impressive as those laid by my African
school friend Kofi. Kofi liked to have a shit before school started and he
would invite his mates to inspect his offerings, which were impressive to
say the least. I really enjoyed a good, stiff shit and wondered if the
sensation was anything like being shagged in the ass. That was something I
had never tried. After all I wasn't gay, was I?

Into the shower, savouring the hot neeedles of water making my skin tingle.
Plenty of shower gel, I gave my ass a good clean, slipping a finger inside
then paid attention to my cock. As always, under the stimulation of hot
water and soap, it was at attention. I slid the foreskin back, making sure
there was no smegma underneath and soaped the shaft and my balls thoroughly.
Once again I was temped to have a quick wank, but I firmly resisted. Turning
the shower to cold, I stood under it for a few more seconds, cold showers
were invigorating, then towelled myself down vigorously. I was too young to
shave, having no more than a bit of bum-fluff on my cheeks.

Back in the bedroom I admired myself in the full length mirror. Five foot 8
inches tall, lean, muscular build, smooth skin with a nice bunch of hair in
each armpit and around my genitals, 8 inch uncut dick.......there weren't
many 13 year olds who had one that size....... C'mon, I must get going.
White T-shirt, pale blue briefs carefully selected to give my tackle  plenty
of uplift, white shorts with an elasticated waistband, trainers, I knew I
looked good. The shorts were chosen so that when I bent over they would show
an enticing glimpse, no more, of bum cleavage.
Slinging my gardening gloves and an old pair of trainers into my bag I
grabbed my bike and hit the road. Most of my customers were regulars but my
first call this morning was to an address in a posh part of town about ten
minutes ride away.

Wow! Some house!. Detached, gravelled drive, on which was parked the latest
model Porsche....it all spoke of MONEY.   I rang the bell and the door was
opened by a black lady, about 30 years old and  Boy-Was-She-Built!....Tits
like watermelons were barely contained by her housecoat. .Was she the maid,
I wondered?  The woman asked me inside in a cultured voice and introduced
herself as Rosemary Codrington, the name she had given over the phone. I
realised then that she wasn't the maid. I followed her through the house
admiring her fantastic ass, you could balance a cup and saucer on it, to the
back door and showed me the garden.

"Just mow the lawn and plant out those flowers" she told me, pointing to a
box of bedding plants.

"Yes'm" I replied politely.

It was hot work gardening and I soon had to take off my T-shirt. Once or
twice I glimpsed Mrs Codrington at the window. Where was Mr Codrington I
wondered? After about threequarters of an hour I knocked at the back door
and told her I was finished.

"You've done a good job, Billy, but you look hot. Would you like a cold
drink?"

"Yes please Mam."

Mrs Codrington invited me inside and told me to sit down on the settee. I
had another prick- warming view of her swaying ass as she went out to the
kitchen. Returning with the drinks she sat down next to me.

"So, how old are you Billy?"

"Thirteen, Mam."

"You're a good looking boy, you know. Have you got a girlfriend?"

"Nothing regular, Mam"

"I bet all the girls are after you."

I was embarrassed. "Well.....perhaps one or two".

She was sitting close and I could smell her perfume and woman scent. Oh
Shit! I was getting a hard-on. Would she notice, I wondered.

"You want another drink, Billy?"

"Yes please, Mam."

She came back with the drinks and, as she bent over to give me the glass,
her breasts fell out of her housecoat.

"Oh Shit!! They're always doing that! Billy..........would you be a good boy
and put them back in for me?"

You bet I would. I took one breast in each hand and let my fingers lightly
brush the nipples, which immediately stiffened.

"Do you like my tits, Billy?"

"They're lovely, Mam."

"Call me Rosemary. Would you like to suck them?"

By this time she had them right in my face. I put out my tongue and
tentatively touched a nipple, then, gathering confidence, I started to suck
on it.

"Oooohh! Billy!  Billy, my leg's itching."

"Would you like me to scratch it , Mam...I mean Rosemary?"

"Please, its about half way up my thigh".

I put my hand under her housecoat and slid it up her leg.

"Does it itch there?"

"No, a bit higher."

"There?"

"Higher than that, Billy."

I moved my hand up a bit until it was touching her knickers.

"That's it, just there Billy."

I started to scratch her cunt through her knickers. They were cotton and
sopping wet. Boldly I slid an exploratory finger inside the elastic and up
into her pussy. I could feel wiry hairs brushing my knuckles as I worked on
her cunt.

"Perhaps you can scratch more easily if you take my knickers off, Billy"

I gripped the elastic, pulled the wet cloth down over her knees, then over
her ankles, and got back to work.

Rosemary whispered, A Billy, have you ever tried wearing a girls knickers?"

Well, yeah.... I'd tried my sisters dirty pants on but I told her, ANo".

"I'd love to see you wear them, and I'll wear your briefs. Stand up".

I stood up, conscious that my barely concealed erection was in her face. She
took hold of the elastic waistband and slowly eased my shorts down. My prick
was tenting my briefs which were already wet with pre-cum.She removed those
as well.

"Wow! You sure you're only thirteen?. That looks like a man-sized
cunt-stretcher to me."

Rosemary sniffed my briefs appreciatively.  I'd put a dirty pair on that
morning for reasons that will shortly become apparent.

"Mmmm.... I love the smell of sweaty briefs. Sniff my knickers."

I held her knickers to my face and inhaled the heady scent of pussy juice,
then pulled on her pants, the wet cotton fitting snugly around my crotch. It
made me feel really sexy to be wearing a womans knickers while she watched.
She grabbed my briefs and pulled them on. I rubbed her cunt through them
while she groped my bulge.

Rosemary led me upstairs to her bedroom. We lay on the bed and she planted
her extremely kissable lips on mine. I got on top of her rubbing my panty-
clad cock against her brief- encased pussy.

"Rosemary. We gotta stop. I'm gonna cum in your panties."

Rosemary took no notice but continued to grind against my cock. Shit! I
couldn't hold it. With a gasp I started to ejaculate into her knickers. Oh,
Fuck! Rosemary was rolling around the bed and moaning until, with a loud
squeal, she orgasmed into my briefs.

Rosemary gently eased her knickers down and removed them before clamping her
mouth over my cock. After half a minute I was ready to go again.

"Oh, Billy, that tastes so nice, I love the taste of schoolboy cum. Can you
do it again. I want you to fuck me."

"No problem, Mam,......sorry..........Rosemary, I'm ready to fuck."

Rosemary lay on her back and opened her legs wide. Her cunt, with its border
of wiry hair gaped enticingly. Eagerly I positioned myself between her
thighs and offered up my throbbing quim-stretcher to her pulsating hole. It
was surprisingly tight. She squealed as I forced the knob in and then made
her have every inch of rampant teenage cock.

"Make me have it. Fuck me! Fuck me!."

I'd already come once so I knew I could make the second time long enough to
please, if not satisfy, her. Fortunately Rosemary orgasmed easily and as
soon as I felt her cunt contracting around my shaft I injected her with
several spurts of hot, virile, 13 year old sperm. I pulled out my cock and
offered it to her mouth to clean up. Then she put her knickers back on.
"Spunky knickers turn me on. I'm going to wear them all day", she enthused.

I wiped her dripping cunt with my briefs and put them on then  looked at my
watch.

"I really gotta go now,  Rosemary. I got some more work to do before lunch."

"OK Billy. I've got a leaking tap washer, can you come round sometime and
fix it?"

We agreed on Wednesday evening and I hit the road .Rosemary had given me ,10
for the gardening plus a ,20 tip. Nice pay for doing what you enjoyed.

My next customer was old Fred Wiggins. Fred was a retired widower who had
once worked in the City. He still maintained an interest in the stock market
and dabbled in it regularly. Fred had taught me a lot about stocks and
shares and had encouraged me to invest. After a year I  now had a portfolio
worth about ,900. My job was to clean Fred's windows. He kept all the
necessary tackle in his shed and I was finished in 20 minutes, each pane of
glass bright and sparkling.

Fred gave me a cup of coffee and we discussed the stock market.

"Those Biotech Plc  we bought look like topping out, Billy. I think we'd
better sell. We'll make 300 % on those."

"Yeah. O K Fred. What shall we put the money into?"

"I should leave it liquid for now till we spot an opportunity."

Business over, Fred asked,

"You got anything for me today, Billy?"

"Yeah, I've brought the usual, Fred."

I dropped my shorts and took off my dirty briefs and handed them to Fred. He
examined them with interest.

"Billy, you really are a dirty little fucker. Look at these skidmarks and
piss stains, can't you even wipe your ass and shake your dick properly? And
what's all this sticky stuff?"

"Thats my 13 year old baby-juice, Fred.............." I told him about my
encounter with Rosemary, mentioning no names of course.

Fred sniffed my briefs and then put them on.

"Aren't you going to say `Thankyou', Fred?"

"Yeah, of course."

I bent over and pushed my bare ass into his face. He kissed it then I felt
his tongue in my sweaty crack. He licked up and down for a bit then his
tongue rested on my shithole. After a pause he pushed it into my schoolboy
anus.

"Put it in deeper! Taste my shit!" I ordered. My hole was actually squeaky
clean but Fred liked me to talk dirty.

After five minutes Fred withdrew his tongue. I looked at my watch.

"Gotta go, Fred."

"How about one for the road first, Billy?."

I knew what he meant and followed him upstairs to the toilet. Fred sat on
the pan wearing just a vest and my briefs. After two fruit drinks at
Rosemary's and a cup of coffee, I was busting for a piss. Fred opened his
mouth and I pointed my cock at it and let go. My powerful schoolboy stream
of acrid, yellow piss hit the back of his throat. Fred swallowed all he
could then I directed the stream over his vest and my briefs, pissing on
them until they were well soaked.

"Wow, thanks, Billy".

"See you next Saturday, Fred."

Fred paid me for the windows. He got the other services free in return for
his investment advice. ,8 for the windows and I would make a profit of over
a thousand on Biotech.

My next and final call was at Mrs Williams. I always did her shopping on
Saturday mornings. When I returned with it she invited me in. Fanny Williams
was a 60 year old widow. Her husband owned a string of betting shops and
had left her very well provided for.

"You didn't put the butcher's on your list, Mrs Williams."

"No, I'll ring him up and get the butchers boy to bring something round."

I didn't need to guess what that `something' was. Fanny Williams had an
insatiable appetite for fresh, young boys. I reckoned the butcher's boy
would find her some nice salami for lunch.

"You ready, Billy?"

"You bet, Mrs Williams."

I followed her up to the bedroom where she took off her dressing gown and
laid on the bed. Her tits weren't bad for a 60 year old but her ass was a
bit flabby and her cunt definitely needed re-sleeving. But who cared. I was
13 and always ready to shag anything with two tits and a hole.

"How do you want it today, Mam?"

"How about up the shitter for a change Billy?"

"No probs, Mrs Williams."

Well, at least my dick would be able to touch the side. Fanny rolled over
onto her belly and handed me a jar of Vaseline. I smeared a liberal quantity
over my erect penis, got between her legs and positioned it against her
wrinkly old anus. I teased her by only putting a little bit in and then
withdrawing. Old Fanny was not one to mince her words.

"Stop fucking about, Billy, get that ass- splitter right up my dirty,old
shithole and fuck the shit out of me...harder, harder, put it right in,
give me a brown baby....oooogh...aaagh...oh shit, that feels good...spunk
me Billy, spunk my ass!"

I gave her rear entrance a good seeing to and had her begging me to stop
before I shot my load and withdrew.

"Fucking hell, Billy, you shouldn't be allowed out with a prick that size.
I shan't be able to sit down for a week. How those school girls you shag
manage to take it I don't know!"

I knew Mrs Williams liked to clean my cock up so I offered it to her to suck.

"What's that taste, Billy?"

"Only my spunk and your shit, Mam"

"No... there's something else. I know, it tastes of pussy. What have you
been up to, Billy?"

"I shagged a black woman this morning, Mam."

"Dirty little fucker. I love the taste of another woman's cunt on a man's
prick......reminds me of the swinging parties hubby used to take me to. Sure
tastes good, I'd like to eat her cunt out."

"I really gotta go now, Mrs Williams. See you next week."

On my way out, with another 20 in my pocket, I met the butcher's boy coming
up the path. He was a beefy young lad, about 17.

"Hi, how's Fanny this morning?"

"On heat as usual."

He grabbed at the large bulge in his jeans.

"No probs. I got something that will cool her down!"

Not a bad morning, I thought as I hurried home to lunch. 58, the prospect
of a capital gain of around 1000, some black pussy and a bit of ass.

In the afternoon I went to football with my mates. After tea I went out
again. It was my evening for helping at the corner shop.

I got on well with old Sammy Gohil the shopkeeper. We would have a joke and
a laugh, make coded remarks about the female customers and when it was
quiet, sneak a look at one of the top shelf magazines. I knew Sammy fancied
my ass from the first time he had allowed his hand to gently brush against
it when moving behind the counter. Soon he was groping it, then pretending
to dry fuck me. In return I would grab his balls and when I did this I could
feel he was erect.

That evening he broached the subject.

" Anyone ever tell you you got a lovely little ass, Billy?"

"Yeah, lotsa times."

"How about you letting me have it?"

"I might, but it'll cost you."

"How about a tenner?"

I laughed. "A rent boy will cost you 60, Sammy"

" All right 60."

"And I'm under age. I'm not legal."

"Who cares? "

"Under age doubles the price"

"Shit Billy, you must think your ass is made of platinum. How about 100?"

"110, and it's worth every penny."

"Fuckin' hell, Billy, you trying to bankrupt me. OK 110. The wife has gone
to visit her sister. We'll close a bit early."

I knew where his wife had gone. She told him it was to visit her sister but
in reality this was her night for an assignation with my friend Kofi.
I considered the offer. I was confident I could take Sammy's cock. I'd
shagged his wife a couple of times and she always complained how small it
was.

"Yeah, well.... I dunno....you might be a bit big for me.......I'm still a
virgin."

Sammy got excited. "Hot shit! You still got your cherry. Good job you don't
live in India."

"Yeah, I'm still cherry and you gotta pay extra for a virgin schoolboy.
175."

I let Sammy bargain me down to 160. He shut the shop and we went upstairs.
As soon as the bedroom door was shut he grabbed me and held me tight,
fondling me and kissing me. I actually found him quite attractive, short,
stockily built and with an air of virility despite his reputed small dick.

Sammy pulled my T-shirt over my head and clamped his lips on my left nipple.
Then he took off all his clothes, displaying his powerful, hairy body with
its erect appendage.  I was relieved to see that his cock was only about 4.5
inches, though it was fairly thick. He pulled down my shorts, then my
briefs.

"Fucking hell, Billy, you are so beautiful, I `ve just got to fuck you."

He pushed me onto the bed and rolled on top of me, grinding his cock against
mine. I'd never had sex with a man before, well, I didn't count old Fred
because he only rimmed me and drank my piss, and I was surprised to find I
was enjoying it. Sammy rolled over so I was on top and grinding into his
small, powerful body.

" Suck my cock, Billy!"

WHAT! Ugh! I was no cocksucker. Still, he was paying me well so I knelt over
his face and gingerly licked his erect organ. Good job my mates couldn't see
me now.

"Lick my balls!"

I pushed my tongue into the thicket of pubic hair and duifully licked his
balls. There was a faint scent of musk coming from his ass crack which I was
surprised to find turned me on.

"Now put my cock in your mouth Billy."

Gross!  Tentatively I took the swollen red knob into my mouth, relieved to
find it didn't taste offensive. I slid my lips up and down the shaft and
Sammy gasped with delight.

"Oooh..Billy! Who taught you to suck cock?"

He grabbed my hips and pulled  my 13 year old ass down onto his face. I felt
his tongue lick along my sweaty crack and rest like a butterfly on my
schoolboy shithole. It penetrated my sphincter and Sammy started tongue
fucking my rectum My love muscle relaxed under this treatment and I found
myself actually looking forward to the promised bum-fuck.

"OK Billy! Now we're gonna fuck."

He positioned me on my belly with my hips raised by a pillow and told me to
open  my legs as wide as I could. wide. In this position I felt hopelessly
exposed and ...yes...even submissive. Shit! Was I turning into a queer?
Sammy reached for a jar of Vaseline and applied it liberally to his dick,
which he then pushed into my ass crack, sliding it backwards and forwards
until I felt the knob resting against my hole.

" It's so big. Please don't hurt me. Sammy," I muttered.

"First time always hurts, Billy" He gave me his briefs. "Here, bite on
these, it'll help"

He stuffed the smelly material in my mouth.

"You ready Billy?  Ready to lose your 13 year old cherry to a 50 year old
Indian cock?"

So saying he thrust his lingam into my ass hole. It felt as though I was
being split open. The pain was agonizing. I tried to throw him off but he
was too strong for me. Inch by inch he forced his  stiff brown tool into my
schoolboy bum. I thought he would never bottom out but at last he did. I
could feel his hairy balls against the smooth cheeks of my boy-ass. Fully
embedded, Sammy rested a while before continuing.

" Right Billy, now I've broken you in, I'm gonna fuck the ass off you. Gonna
fuck it good and fill it with my spunk. Gonna give you my baby, Billy, make
you my boy bitch. Sure gonna get my money's worth outa this ass".

So saying Sammy began to slide his cock in and out of my hole, almost
withdrawing it before he slid it in again. As I became accustomed to the
hard object inside me, the pain eased off, but it felt really uncomfortable,
just like I needed a shit. After about five minutes Sammy speeded up,
pounding my ass violently. By this time I was starting to enjoy being fucked
and I pushed back with my ass against every stroke. The fucking got faster
and faster, Sammy was sweating and moaning and then, with a loud cry of
triumph he ejaculated. I felt spurt after spurt of warm liquid, which I knew
was his cum, squirt into my rectum.

Sammy pulled out, spunk still dribbling from his prick.

"Suck it clean, Billy!" he urged.

"No way Sammy! It's been in my shithole."

"I'll give you another 10".

I examined Sammy's still rampant dagger. There wasn't any shit on it, so why
not add to my bank balance?

"20."

"OK, if you let me cum in your mouth"

"It'll be 25 for that, Sammy. Can you come again so quickly?"

"Yeah, I know a Hindu exercise that enables me to cum six times straight
off. I can teach you if you like."

"Ok, Sammy, but what if it makes me sick?. I've never let a guy cum in my
mouth before......in fact you're the only one I've ever sucked."

Sammy went down and got a bucket from the shop. He told me to sit on the
bed, then he positioned himself in front of me and offered up his cock to my
13 year old mouth. The  smell of his spunk and my ass-juices excited me.
Fuck!............was I going queer? Naah!  I was just into it for the
money.............wasn't I? I opened my mouth and Sammy pushed his swollen
dick into it. I slid my lips up and down the shaft. Wow! It tasted good but
how could I be enjoying the taste of Sammy's cum and my shit? I started to
suck his stiff, brown pole. Sammy clasped his hands round the back of my
head and worked my mouth vigorously, all the time urging me to suck harder.

"Mmmm..........that's nice. Taste that shitty dick boy! Harder! Harder!!
OOOgh........I'm coming.............."

I felt Sammy's warm baby-juice spurt into my mouth. There were only two
spurts and a dribble, I easily held it in my mouth until he pulled out, then
I spat it in the bucket.

"Ugh! Sammy, that is so gross", I told him, although I had enjoyed the
sensation as he ejaculated into my mouth even if I wasn't keen on the taste
of his cum. "I need a beer",

Sammy got us both beers from the fridge and I swallowed half a can straight
off. My own cock was badly in need of relief.

"Sammy, I need to cum. How about you letting me have your ass?"

"No way, I'm strictly a top. Giving up my ass would make me queer".

"Go on Sammy, one good turn deserves another...."

" You're getting 200 for that good turn, why don't you have a wank?"

Well, I didn't want to waste  two good bollock loads of spunk but on the
other hand I didn't want a case of blue balls. I'd been hard for about half
an hour already.

" Well, I'll have too, wont I, seeing as you won't give up that fat ass of
yours," Sammy and I were always being rude to each other. "Dunno as I want
to stick it in your shit anyway, and I prob'ly wouldn't be able to touch the
sides. At least you can wank me."

Sammy told me to stand up and cum into the bucket. He positioned himself
behind me and took hold of my prick. I have to admit Sammy was an expert
wanker...........probably had a lot of practice on himself ......and the
touch of his hand felt good. As he stroked my schoolboy cock I was conscious
of his hard body pressing against me and I could feel his erection against
my butt cheeks. I felt his stiff dick slide into the crevice between my
sweaty thighs and he started to work himself between them. He was getting a
free fuck, even if it was only between the thighs but I didn't care. His
expert manipulations were bringing me to the point of no return and the feel
of his cock between my thighs was making it more exciting.

"Keep going Sammy!................don't stop ............  gonna
cum........... oooogh....... Shit!".

As I felt Sammy's cock start throbbing as he shot his cocoa  between my
sweaty thighs, I ejaculated a  massive load of cum into the bucket. I
thought I was never going to stop coming but eventually the spurts subsided
into a dribble.

"How about cleaning my ass up, Sammy?"

Sammy grabbed my briefs and wiped my ass with them. I examined the result,
they were soaked with spunk mixed with a trace of shit and blood. I put them
in a plastic bag, Fred would appreciate them next time I visited him.

I headed for the bathroom and deposited another load of shit and spunk  into
the pan, for the first time experiencing that special squirting noise you
make when you shit out a load of cum. Sammy joined me in the shower.

"Better get cleaned up before my wife comes home, Billy." I smiled inwardly,
thinking of Sammy's wife cleaning up Kofi's sperm from her orifices.

Sammy opened the till and handed me my wages plus the 185 for services
rendered. My ass was so sore I had to push my bike home. It had been an
adventurous day, I'd had my first black woman, sucked cock and been buggered
for the first time. I was  glad to sink into my comfortable bed.

Tomorrow was another day.


Read more of Billy's adventures in Chapter 2.